Bought By The Zandians (Zandian Brides 2)

“Open your knees,” he commands, prying my thighs wider. As soon as I’m where he wants me, he slaps between my legs, his fingers connecting with my clit, palm punishing my labia.

I come off Benn’s cock and shriek. Gorde slaps me there again, harder. “I didn’t say you could stop sucking.”

I resume my job, frantic now, although I’m not sure if I’m frantic to avoid the punishment or because I need to come. The pulsing in my swollen clit has reached epic proportions, heat and desire coiling up in my core.

Benn roars and comes, hot streams of his essence shooting down the back of my throat.

At the same time, Gorde starts spanking my pussy with light, quick slaps. I moan around Benn’s cock, sucking him in long strokes that move my whole body.

The need to climax is so great, I’m blinded. I do something I’ve never, ever dared do with another master—I reach my hand between my legs to touch myself. Gorde covers my fingers with his, helping me push over my greedy flesh while at the same time, he spanks my ass with hard, swift strokes.

I come, screaming around Benn’s cock, thrashing my head until he uses my hair to lift my mouth off his spent length.

My eyes must’ve been wide with shock at what I’d just experienced, because Benn chuckles and pulls me down on top of him, embracing me. It’s such a foreign position. Never, in any of my experiences, have I been held in a being’s arms following sex. It’s wonderful.

Transcendent, even.

And if I were smart, I would get a handle on all these feelings and wrap them up tight. Because I have a plan. And it doesn’t involve me remaining a sex slave.

Even if it is to two very attentive and hot warriors.

Chapter 3

Gorde

I’m in love.

I know Benn was holding out hope of finding a Zandian female, but this human is perfect. Granted, we haven’t said more than a few words to each other, but getting to know her will be an utter pleasure.

How could it not be when she’s such a beautiful, compliant little slave?

And yes, I know, she’s not really our slave as our King doesn’t allow slaves. And we’ll tell her that…soon.

Really.

But in the meantime, I’m loving the veck out of dominating her, especially when she’s so willing and responsive.

I watch Benn hold her for a moment, then crawl up and join them. I’m not jealous of Benn. The two of us have been best friends since we were kids. Sharing is something that comes naturally. But it looks too sweet to pass up. I want to know what her soft, lush form feels like draped over my body, too.

I lie on my side, propped up on an elbow, and rub her ass. It’s still red with my handprints. I hope to veck I didn’t spank her too hard. She definitely didn’t seem to mind it, but if I leave actual marks on her, I’m going to feel terrible. I know humans are a weaker species—they exper

ience more pain and don’t heal as fast as Zandians. Perhaps that’s why she was so worried about making Benn bleed when she scored him with her nails.

“Are you all right, little slave?” I push her almost dry blonde locks from her face. “Danica?”

“Yes, Master,” she murmurs. Her lips are swollen from Benn’s kisses and now I do feel a stab of jealousy, or maybe it’s just the need to claim. I lean forward and take her mouth, working my tongue between her lips as Benn did.

She responds, ever sweet, parting her lips and allowing me to take whatever I desire.

Somewhere, some little voice tells me it’s too good to be true, but I push the thought away. Benn will tell me himself soon. He’ll probably argue that we sell her because she’ll fetch a good price, but I’ll refuse.

We’re keeping her. Or I’ll keep her if Benn won’t see reason. Zandians require females. If not our own species, then we need human females to breed.

A thought strikes me and I break the kiss. Most sex slaves are sterilized to prevent unwanted reproduction. What if she can’t breed? Would I still want her? Veck, yes. Although eventually we’d need to find a breeder, too.

“Danica, little runaway slave.” I run my hand up her back. “Where did you come from?”

Her body, which had been languid from the sex, stiffens.