Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

I spank her again on each cheek, then at the base of her thighs. “This is for all the times you didn’t listen.” I spank again. “And this is for the times you did what you wanted, not what I wanted.” I bring my hand down hard. By the one true star, her skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt. I’m dying to finish the punishment so I can touch her—but no. I’m not going to do that. It would give her exactly the wrong idea.

“And this is for doing the exact opposite of what I told you.” I rain a flurry of hard spanks across her cheeks, fast.

“Mykl,” she gasps, grabbing my legs again. “It hurts.”

“It should.” I keep spanking.

“Stop it.” She digs in her fingernails.

“Stop it?” I spank harder. “Stop, the way you stopped when I told you not to tease me?” I crack her across her upper thighs. “Stop the way you stopped dressing so… provocatively?” Another one on her thighs, then a few more on her ass.

“I mean it!” She wiggles, scratches harder. It almost hurts, through my pants. But not quite.

“I hope you don’t think your delicate human hands can injure me.” I spank again and again. “Because not only would you be wrong, you’d get extra strikes for even trying.”

“Fuck you.” Her voice is determined and shaky.

“Fuck me? Oh, really?” I spank even harder. “Are you going say that again, Kianna?”

“Fuck you!” she shouts. “Mykl, stop it!”

“I’ll stop when I’m ready to stop.” My voice stays firm.

Her ass is a deep pink. “I’ll stop when I think you’ve learned a lesson.”

“The only lesson you’re teaching me,” she snaps, panting, clutching my legs like a vise, “is that you’re an asshole.”

“Keep up the insults, Kianna. This is what you’ll earn.” I spank her thighs again.

“I’m going to kill you!” she screams, and punches me with her fists.

“Wrong answer. Do you want me to use my belt?” I lay one hand across her hot flaming ass. She clenches her muscles and whimpers; I can tell it hurts by how hot it is. But I can also see that she’s even wetter than before.

Veck, spanking does turn my human on, just like the others. And if I wanted to take her now, she’d be receptive… and passionate.

No. Not my human. This human. This troublesome, difficult human who won’t leave me the veck alone.

“You’re not supposed to torture me,” she wails, her voice pitiful. “It’s a rule.” But she looks up at me and licks her lips. Slow. Deliberate. “Don’t you want to find another way to teach me a lesson?” She bites her lower lip.

“I’m not torturing you. I’m showing you who’s in charge.” I rub her ass. Try not to groan at the way I want to bite her lip the way she’s doing. Want to stick my tongue into her pussy.

She flinches, then relaxes into my touch.

Wrong answer,” she snaps. “You’re teaching me that you’re a bully.”

I stifle a snicker. Veck, she’s feisty. I love that. I’ve been with females on many planets, pleasure slaves, and not a one of them had this incredible mix of passion and sass. None of them knew how to push my buttons just like this. Probably because she’s a human.

A human.

“Zandians,” I point out, my voice taut, “have dominion over humans. We must tame our mates.”

“Mates, yes. But that’s exactly what you don’t want from me. Right?” She slumps over my lap. Goes quiet. Then she says, “Fine, Mykl. You win, okay? I’ll do what you want from now on.”

Her voice is so flat that a cold spire of dread pierces my chest.

Did I spank her too hard? She was turned on before—now it’s like that all disappeared. Veck. I never wanted to really hurt her. Just teach her a lesson. And also, the other thing, the thing I can’t allow myself to think about—

She lets go of my legs. “Can I please get up and get dressed?” She sniffles.