His Human Prisoner (Zandian Masters 2)

She gazed around her legs at him.

He removed his thumb from her ass, and she registered its loss with disappointment.

“Don’t look away.” The command came softly this time. He pulled her cheeks open and pushed his cock against her anus. Her feet found his shoulders, and he wrapped his huge hands around the front of her thighs to brace her for his thrust.

She whimpered her protest, not daring to move as he stretched her wide. “Rok...please.”

He held her gaze, easing forward. “Whose ass is this?”

She thrust her breasts into the air and moaned.

Her reaction to his words shocked her. Why did she like the dominant way he claimed ownership of her? She’d never gloried in being owned by any male. Yet, his possessiveness tweaked her. For the first time, she felt desirable, not as just an owned body, but as Lily, the female locked in Rok’s violet gaze.

He pushed the head of his cock past her entrance, providing slight relief. She curled her fingers into the fabric of the platform and let her eyes roll back in her head.

“Look at me, Lily.” The growl made her lids jerk back open.

“I can’t,” she moaned, but forced her eyes to remain wide while he slid in and out of her ass. “Too much,” she whimpered.

“No, it’s not. You’re taking it. Taking it like a good slave.” The raspy, broken quality of Rok’s voice signaled his impending loss of control.

A foreign surge of female pride at being the cause of that loss of control rolled through her.

“Touch yourself,” he growled.

She obeyed, threading her fingers between her legs and rubbing her clit as he’d shown her. Her cries grew more desperate, keening louder and higher with each of his thrusts.

“Whose ass is this?” he roared.

“Yours,” she screamed back. “Veck me, Rok!”

He slammed in deep and remained there, stretching her wide and filling her ass with his hot, rainbow cum.

Her muscles were unable to clench around Rok’s enormous girth; it felt as if a climax went through her, nonetheless.

Mercifully, he eased out. “Don’t move,” he murmured and left the sleeping platform, and then the chamber.

She couldn’t have, if she’d tried. The chamber spun as she lay on her back and let the aftershocks of his plunder roll through her.

Rok returned with a damp cloth, which, unbelievably, he used to clean her. She bit her lip to keep it from quivering, hating these tears that seemed to leak each time after he forced her surrender.

Because she liked it too much. Liked the tenderness of his touch and the softness of his gaze now. The solid strength he provided when he pulled her onto his lap and held her against his chest.

She couldn’t get used to it. Rok wasn’t a real master—he planned to turn her in for the warrant. She wanted to ask him what it would take to convince him to keep her, but she was too afraid of his answer. She didn’t think she could bear to hear him say his plans out loud.

Especially not now—after what they’d just done.

She feared she wouldn’t survive it.

Chapter Five

Rok maneuvered the ship onto a small landing platform on a trading outpost. He’d have given anything just to stay in space, enjoying his little human who surrendered more to him with each passing planet rotation.

But their ship couldn’t withstand the flight without repairs. He flicked off the engines, unbuckled his harness, and swiveled to survey his little prisoner. He hated to lock her up, but he also didn’t have proper clothing for her.

“I’m coming with you,” she said instantly, as if guessing his thoughts.

He smiled. He liked when she showed her real self—not the slave persona she’d perfected. “Mierna, do you have any pants Lily might squeeze into?” The Venusian was short but rounder around the middle from her excessive drinking. Pants of hers just might fit his long-legged human in the waist, though they’d be too short.