His Human Possession (Zandian Masters 8)

“Please, Master,” she pleaded.

He growled and spun her around, dropping the strap. One hand cupped her soaking wet pussy as the other slapped her ass—hard.

Stars, it was so vecking satisfying to spank her ass. He spanked her hard and fast, his hand crashing down again and again as he rubbed her clit, then penetrated her with one finger.

She came the moment he pushed inside, arching up so her feet left the floor and she dangled from her wrists, a strangled scream reverberating in her throat.

He caught her around the waist to lift her wrists from the hook as he plunged his finger in and out of her while she came.

The moment she stopped, he propped her over the sleep disk and spanked some more, her ass turning rosy under his hand, though she only made soft crooning sounds.

“Now you will suck my cock, little one.”

He dragged her from the bed and arranged her on her knees at his feet, closing his eyes for the moment of impact.

A shudder ran through his large frame at the shock of her hot wet mouth engulfing the whole head of his malehood.

“That’s it, beautiful.” He pushed her head forward, forcing her to take him deep. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Like a good little slave, she swallowed him down, running her lush lips all the way to the root of his cock. She sucked hard as she pulled back, her tongue swirling over the underside.

One lick and his thighs were shaking.

He may pretend he possessed this little female, but in these moments, she owned him.

Maybe that’s what he’d been fighting the whole time.

“Take me again,” he rasped, his voice nearly unrecognizable. “Take me deep like that.”

She took him deep. She sucked him like her life depended on it, and sadly, there probably had been moments in her existence when it had. But he couldn’t think about that without wanting to go back in time and murder every vecking owner she’d ever had.

“Take it,” he growled, holding her head in place with a fist in her hair as he vecked her mouth. Her clever hands twisted around the base of his cock, tightening, squeezing, scraping her nails lightly over the underside of his balls.

“Vecking stars!” he shouted. “Vecking Zandian star, the source of our creation and fuel of our existence!”

He came down her throat and she took it, swallowing it with a readiness that humbled it.

“Good little female,” he crooned, picking her up after she’d licked him clean. He carried her to the sleepdisk. “You’re so vecking good at that. How could I possibly want to punish you for doing what you’ve been trained to do?” He asked the question al

oud, because she should know that he understood how wrong he was to hate that about her.

He settled them both on the mattress. She curled into his body, nestling her head on his shoulder and smoothing a slow circle over his pectorals. It didn’t strike him as seduction, but of an idle caress, and he vecking loved it.

He caught her hand and kissed it.

“Are you ashamed for your mother to know we’re together?” Her usually sultry voice faltered with insecurities and a hint of pain.

Damn. “No, it wasn’t about you. I hate my mother.”

“Why do you hate your mother?” Her question reached through the darkness and stung him out of his post-orgasmic bliss.

Something twisted deep in his gut. “I don’t hate her,” he started to say, but it wasn’t really true. He did hate her. Or he hated many things about her. He also loved her, but she hadn’t returned his love. Or at least that’s how it felt.

As he searched for an explanation, he landed on the grudge he’d harbored for the last sixteen solar cycles. “She left my father. Broke him, completely. And then he died when the Finn invaded. I guess I never forgave her for that.”

Leti returned to stroking her soft palm over his chest. She made a sympathetic sound in her throat.

“She always said I should be grateful because her leaving my father meant she and I were spared. We were off-planet. And I guess, in the end, she’s right. I wouldn’t be a member of Prince Zander’s Royal Guard if we’d stayed. My father was nothing more than a crystal miner.”