Bought By The Zandians (Zandian Brides 2)

“Not yet.” I scoop her up in my arms. “Benn, where shall we do this?”

“Let’s bend her over the ottoman.” He points. “With her delectable, bare ass pointing upward for the leather strap.”

Danica squeaks. “Leather strap?”

“It will probably hurt a lot,” Benn promises her. “Definitely remind you never to lie to us again.” His voice is serious.

She sucks in a breath. “Benn?” She looks from him to me. “Gorde?”

I put her down. “Don’t you agree that you need to put this behind us?” I raise an eyebrow.

She bites her lip. “Yeees, but—”

“Then do what we ask, love.” I flick one nipple.

She makes a mewling noise. “Should I be scared?” Her face is a little wary, even aroused.

“Probably.” I smile. “Lie down on your stomach, legs as wide as you can spread them.” I gesture to the ottoman. “Don’t worry about reaching back; we’ll tie your hands.”

She reaches down tentatively to touch the ottoman, looks at us again, then lies down. Spreads those vecking creamy, perfect thighs. She’s so wet that her pussy glistens in the light, and she pushes her hips down into the surface of the ottoman, seeking relief.

“No,” Benn warns her, as he comes over with a silky cloth. “Not until later, love. Put your wrists together.”

When she’s tied up, the red of the cloth gorgeous against her pale skin, we both stand over her, admiring her lush form. Spread out for us like a vecking feast.

She shifts and moans. “What are you going to do?”

I fetch the new strap from a storage bin.

“Hmm,” I say, running a finger over the thick, shiny surface. “It’s a little stiff, being so new. But your ass will help it soften right up, I’m sure.”

She clenches her buttocks and new moisture appears at the juncture of her thighs.

“Oh, you just think you’re going to like it.” Benn runs his hands over her body. “But I promise it will sting like the devil, Danica. And we won’t stop until we think you’re really sorry.”

“I already am sorry,” she whispers, shifting her thighs.

“Not as much as you will be.” He slaps her ass once, and my cock twitches as a red mark blooms on the soft skin.

“Ouch.” She bucks her hips.

Benn slaps her again, and again. “This is what happens to naughty humans who lie to their masters. They get a hard spanking that turns their ass cherry red.”

“Mmmmph!” she mutters, twisting her hands in the cloth. “Ow.”

“My turn.” I’m going to die if I don’t get a chance to touch and spank my mate.

Benn moves aside and I kneel down beside her. “You ready for more?”

I spank her hard, not waiting for a reply, again and again, right on her sit spots. “Going to go harder now, baby, to really warm you up for that strap.” I raise my hand high and crack her across both buttocks, gratified to hear her cry out. Loving the way she twists to get away from the punishing blows. The way she gets even wetter when she can’t escape.

“You ready to apologize?” I rain a flurry of spanks right at the base of her thighs, and she thrusts her hips up at me.

“I’m so sorry.” She gives a little sob, and I check her face—she’s still enjoying this, rough as it is. But she’s crying.

I wipe away a tear. “What are you sorry for?”

“That I lied. That I had to lie. That the universe can give us impossible choices, sometimes.”