Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

I gasp, tucking my butt and scooting my feet together.

He slaps each of the backs of my thighs. “Open those legs. You wanted me to see that pretty pussy. Show it to me.”

I can’t help the whimper that falls from my lips. It’s one part wanton need, one part fear. My heart pounds with excitement. Dragging my lower lip between my teeth, I widen my stance.

He slaps my pussy again. My folds are wet and swollen, and the sound of the spank is carnal. I moan.

“If you think I’m going to give you pleasure this time, you’re sorely mistaken,” he says, yet he spanks my pussy again.

My eyes roll back in my head.

He’s so off-base, as usual.

This is pleasure. I am going to come from a pussy spanking alone. The burning of my ass and my humbling position only add to the erotic tension of the moment. Another smack. I catch my breath, then let it out with a mewl. The hand at my lower back moves to the top of my pelvis and when he pins me with it, has the effect of tilting my ass even more. Spreading my cheeks, presenting my pussy.

He starts slapping, fast and light. Little smack-smack-smacks over my nether lips until I have to bite my lips to keep from screaming.

I need to touch myself. I want to finish so badly.

I let a moan escape and Mykl stops abruptly, like he just realized he’s pleasuring me.

No.

Don’t stop.

Frantic, I push away from the table and cup my mons, rubbing, rubbing rubbing, until—

Stars, yes.

Sweet Mother Earth.

“Did I say you could come?” Mykl thunders.

I jump at the intensity of his rebuke and when I look over my shoulder at his expression, I think even he is surprised by it. For a few beats, we just stare at each other, panting. I want him to kiss me. Or fuck me.

Anything but walk away.

I steal a glance at his cock tenting his pants. Would he allow me to give him—

He frowns and gives a quick shake of his head. “No,” he says after another beat. Without taking his gaze off me, he reaches to a shelf above me and pulls down the sella oil—a plant-based vegetable oil we use to lubricate parts.

“You don’t get to suck my cock this planet rotation, Kianna.”

I watch, mesmerized as he pumps a generous amount of oil into his palm.

“And you already know I can’t breed you. Turn around and get back in position. Stick your ass out.”

His intention dawns on me and my eyes widen.

The smallest of smirks plays around his lips, making him look sexier than I’ve ever seen him. He dips his fingers in the oil in his palm and smears it between my ass cheeks, rubbing a generous amount over my anus.

Oh sweet Mother Earth. What did I get myself into?

My heart beats erratically. Looking back, I watch in fascinated terror as he frees his cock from his trousers and strokes the long, purple appendage with his greased hand.

I nearly groan at the sight of his firm malehood, the memory of its velvety steel in my mouth flooding back to me.

He pushes my cheeks wide and nests the head of his cock at my back entrance. I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed.