His Human Prisoner (Zandian Masters 2)

“Go ahead, pet,” he husked, still slamming in and out of her. “I’m going to keep you orgasming all night long.”

Her internal muscles clamped down, squeezing and pumping his cock.

He drilled deep and held, allowing her to climax.

She reached for one of his horns, and the shocked pleasure that contorted his face pushed her over the brink. She squeezed and rubbed the horn until his mouth opened on a roar and he shoved in and up five times, fast, then filled her with hot streams of his luminescent cum.

She cried out, eyes closed, her senses overloaded. Sparks of light danced before her eyes.

“It’ll be part of your punishment,” Rok murmured, rocking slowly into her again.

Her eyes fluttered open. “What will? What punishment?” she panted, her brain unable to make sense of his words so soon after their mind-blowing sex.

His smirk was wicked. “Forced orgasms. I’m going to make you come until you cry, my little prisoner.”

She came again, her internal muscles pulsing around his cock.

“What for?” Her voice cracked, though not from fear—only from spent desire and the building tension of renewed lust.

“For leaving me, pet.” Rok eased away from the wall, taking her with him, still impaled on his cock. He carried her to the sleeping platform where he settled with his back against the wall. He lifted her easily by the waist and flipped her over so she lay sprawled across his thighs. His huge hand clapped down on her upturned ass, and she cried out in indignation. “It’s a lesson I’m going to make sure you learn very well, Lily.”

“Wait—”

But Rok continued to spank her, his paddle-like hand clapping down on first her right cheek then left. In her post-orgasmic state, she registered the pai

n acutely, her nerves sizzling under the hard, continuous spanks. After more strokes than she could count, he paused and rubbed her blazing flesh, tipping her hip up to slide one hand beneath her. His middle finger slid seductively along her plump, wet folds.

“Are you sorry, Lily?” Both taunting and seduction rang in his tone.

“Yes,” she warbled. “So sorry.”

His finger found her clit, and he rubbed the swollen nubbin, causing her to squirm with excitement. She thought she could manage the building tension until his thumb pushed against her anus.

“No,” she cried, squeezing her buttocks.

He slapped the back of each thigh, making her shriek. “Naughty pet.” He couldn’t have sounded more loving. Affection glowed in his words. He spit on her crack and parted her cheeks with two fingers then pushed again at her back pucker while he made a tight circle around her throbbing clitoris.

“Rok!”

His thumb penetrated her ass.

She gasped at the sensation.

Rok worked his thick digit in and out of her ass while flicking and rubbing her clit. For a second time, explosions of sensation blinded her. The wave of pleasure sent her crashing into another orgasm. She bucked, squeezing her cheeks around his hand, pussy contracting around nothing.

“Rok.” She sobbed his name again.

“That’s it, beautiful. I love to watch you climax.” He eased his fingers out of her.

She felt as if she were soaring, her body suspended in the air, floating on the power of Rok’s attention.

“Now, we’ll get you cleaned up.” He rolled her up into his arms and stood. “And don’t think I won’t veck you hard from behind in the shower again. Stars, I’ll never forget that first veck for as long as I live.”

“Why not?” She held her breath, dying for his answer.

He paused by the door and gazed down at her with such a fierce expression of love, it made her heart stall. “Because I knew right then I’d never be able to live without you. Your little body fit with mine like we were made for each other. Do you feel the same way, Lily?”

“Yes.” She touched his scarred face. “Rok, despite the fact that I’ve been a sex slave for the past seven years, you’re the first and only male who ever aroused me.”