Bought By The Zandians (Zandian Brides 2)

I wind both of my hands into her hair. “Punish her well. Make her sorry she ran away and disobeyed.”

She arches across our bodies, making a breathy sound.

“Of course.” Benn slaps her hard, across both cheeks, and she moans, the sound one more of pleasure than pain.

I slide her over and stand up abruptly. “I’ll watch.” I cross my arms, my cock straining against my trousers. Danica turns her head, lips parted, eyes wild. She glances at me and as our eyes meet, something sparks between us, fierce and bold.

“I’ll make sure to provide a good show.” Benn spanks her again, deliberately, again. Again.

“Please.” Her voice is hoarse with need. “Masters.”

“Remember, you don’t get to ask us to stop.” Benn slaps her again, right on the sit spots. Hard.

She yelps but presses her hips down into his lap, and moves her thighs restless. “I’m…I want…”

“What do you want, little human?” He spanks again.

“Please.” She whispers, shutting her eyes. Her hands are in fists. Her ass is a glorious red, hot and mottled with our marks, and the scent of her arousal is even stronger than before.

Danica

The spanking stings, but like the first time they punished me, it also turns me on. I hope they’re going to make love to me again, and soon, because my ass can’t take too much more.

“Benn,” I plead, afraid to ask him to stop, because they sounded serious about doubling the punishment.

“It’s supposed to hurt,” he says, his voice low. “And we’re not done. I think to really make sure you don’t forget this lesson for a few days, we need to give you a few strokes with the cane.”

A frisson of fear travels along my spine and I stiffen. “The cane?”

“Gorde?” Benn pauses to stroke my hot skin. “Bring it, please?”

“My pleasure.” Gorde’s voice is hard. I hear him open a storage locker, and it’s less than a few moments before he returns.

He stands so I can see him, and my eyes widen at the thin, whippy implement in his hands. It looks…serious. Long, about as thick as my pinky finger, and polished.

I try to get up, but Benn holds me firmly across his lap. “No,” he admonishes.

I definitely don’t want the cane. I shiver.

“I’m sorry. I really am.” Panicked, I pull at Benn’s arms again. “You’re going to injure me if you use that.” My heart pounds and I panic.

He gives a short laugh and squeezes my buttock. “I promise we will not. Oh, it will hurt. Leave you striped for a few days. But Dr. Daneth—the royal physician—has determined that a good hard caning causes no permanent damage to naughty humans. He even used it on his mate while she was carrying their young. So you can certainly entertain five hard strokes, Danica.”

I still. “He did?” I suck in a breath. Then I relax.

“How shall we position her?” Benn rubs his hand over my skin, in small circles. Although I’m sore, it’s arousing, and I push up into his hand, craving the touch.

“Have her lean over the sleepdisk,” orders Gorde. “Legs nice and wide. If she reaches back or complains, that stroke won’t count.”

“Good.” Benn sets me on my feet. “Did you hear him?”

I bob my head but reach back instinctively.

He grabs my hands. “Did I say you could rub it?”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t.” I don’t know where that came from—but I think he likes it, because he growls a little, and his cock—if possible—gets even harder through his trousers.

“You should assume that.” He pierces me with his gaze, but softens it with a smile. “Because obedience during a punishment is rewarded. Remember that.”