His Human Prisoner (Zandian Masters 2)

“Again, I’m sorry.”

The long dark lashes lifted, and she studied his face as if checking for sincerity. “I don’t understand you,” she muttered.

He fed her another bite of food and handed over a bladder of juice with a tube attached. She bit the end off and drank the entire thing down.

He lifted his chin. “Get on the sleeping platform. I think you’ve had enough food for now.”

She opened her mouth as if to protest, but he shook his head. “I promise I won’t let you go hungry.”

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Lily whimpered as the rebel slapped her face and pushed her backward, forcing her to the ground. Her wrists were tied together and he held the end of the rope, which he jerked above her head, until she lay flat. “Spread your legs, slave. You don’t get to walk around our camp.”

His force came down on her too hard, and he stank of the worst body odor she’d ever smelled. Her former masters had at least been clean and kept her in comfortable surroundings. They’d been upper class, so they possessed the wealth to own their own pods and have steady access to food.

He came down on her, ready to shove his cock in her mouth.

“No,” she moaned and turned her head to the side.

“Hush, Lily. It’s a dream.”

Confusion twisted through her consciousness as she tried to match the voice to the filthy human holding her down.

Her body jerked, and she blinked up at a horned alien warrior. Rok.

Her wrists were still bound together with the other end of the rope attached to Rok’s wrist, the way he had secured her before they fell asleep.

Holy one true sun, he was beautiful. His hairless jaw was square and strong, hair sandy brown around the stiffening horns. His eyes glowed with violet-rimmed irises. He leaned against the wall behind his bed with his magnificent chest bare.

His eyes traveled from her face down to her bare breasts and grew more violet, hunger evident in his gaze. She was accustomed to being ogled in every way, had learned to use a male’s interest to guide or distract him into some form of sex act that might be the least invasive at the moment.

Never before had a lustful gaze made her body heat in response.

Her nipples beaded, breasts grew taut.

“You’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting to torture you for hours.”

She wasn’t sure how to take that statement. It produced a shiver, and the memory of the past night’s whipping returned to her in full force. Yet a tinge of excitement coated everything as well.

He unwound the leather strip that bound his wrist first, then the one around the two of hers. His examination of the red marks and the way he rubbed his thumb over them as if trying to erase them made something flutter in her belly.

Did she hope he cared? She considered showing him the serpent bite on her ankle. It had continued to fester, the throbbing a dull background pain to everything. But she didn’t want him to take her somewhere for medical care, because it would mean her immediate arrest. No, better to wait it out. Hopefully, she would recover on her own.

Looking to Rok to save her was stupid. She was his captive, and he was bent on enacting punishment in a way he clearly enjoyed. When he was through with her, he planned to collect the warrant on her, which meant her certain death.

So, basically, she needed to find a way to escape or she’d be dead when they reached Ocretia.

Rok tugged her torso over his thighs so she lay facedown, ass up. His large hand traced over her buttocks. “Is this normal for a human?” His voice choked with shock.

She twisted around to look. Her ass still wore the splotches from his whipping—patches of red standing out brightly on her normally pale skin.

Did he regret it?

If so, she wasn’t going to tell him that it no longer hurt and probably wouldn’t unless he picked up his strap and used it again. She opted for a sulk, instead. “You whipped me—hard.” That was not a lie.

“How long does it take you to heal?” He still sounded choked.

“I don’t know, seven to ten planet rotation, probably.”