His Human Prisoner (Zandian Masters 2)

She gasped when it breached her tight muscles and entered. He pushed it in until he reached the end he’d notched to keep it from entering all the way.

“Now stand up.” He gave her ass a pat.

She stood up, the little root sticking out from between her ass cheeks. Soon it would begin to produce heat, even burning.

“Straddle my knees,” he ordered.

She adjusted and started to climb onto his lap, but he held her back with a hand at her hips. “Not sitting. Standing.” He lowered his knees, hoping she’d manage it.

“Oh.” She lifted her weight onto her feet, which forced her legs to be spread wide.

“Good, pet.” Her bare breasts bobbed right in front of his face, her pussy was spread between his legs, and he checked with his fingers to make sure the spicy root he’d inserted still protruded from her ass. The sight was so erotic, so lovely, he wanted to capture it forever.

He reached behind her and pumped the root in and out of her ass, watching her face flush and nostrils flare.

“What is that?”

“Anal punishment.”

She tossed him a suspicious look—probably guessing there was more to it than that.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Wariness scrawled over her visage.

“Your bottom is too sore, but there are other parts of you I can spank. Can you guess what they are?”

Her belly fluttered with a rasped breath. “No.” Her voice was little more than a whisper.

He slapped her left breast with a quick, arcing open palm.

She jumped and moved to step back, but he caught her waist. “Ah ah. Where are you going? You stay right here for your punishment.” He slapped her right breast.

Her breath quickened, making her breasts rise and fall at an alluring rate.

He yanked her forward and applied his mouth to her left nipple, twirling his tongue around her nipple, scraping his teeth across the delicate flesh then sucking it into his mouth. The moment he released it, he slapped his fingers across it again, watching it bounce under his treatment.

“Which is better? Breasts or…” He clapped his palm up between her legs, connecting with her wet, plump folds. “Pussy?”

She cried out, wobbling, but he held her up with the hand on her hip.

“You’ve been naughty, pet. Your pretty little pussy deserves to be punished.” He slapped it again. “So does this ass.” He pumped the root in her anus.

“Oh.” Her startled look told him that the root had begun to heat inside her.

He slapped her pussy again, which dripped with arousal. “I told you I would punish you every day until we reach Ocretia. I wouldn’t lie. If your ass is still too sore tomorrow, I’ll tie your legs open and whip those inner thighs until you scream for mercy.”

The wariness had gone from her face, replaced by desire. Her eyes glowed glassy, breath came in pants. “Please,” she breathed.

He screwed two fingers inside her hot channel and watched her face. Judging from the way her muscles contracted around his fingers, she was ready to blow.

He shoved down his flight pants, allowing his cock to spring free. “Climb on it.”

The relief in her expression was almost comical. Or it would have been if his own desperation didn’t match hers. He gripped her ass and impaled her on his cock, unable to wait for her trembling movement.

She gasped at the sudden intrusion. He let her adjust to his size by pumping that wicked root in and out of her ass, twisting and turning it to renew the burn.

“Oh stars, oh veck,” she moaned, rocking her hips up to meet his.