Claimed by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 6)

“I’ll stop if you do what I want,” I tell her. Then I smack her ass again for good measure.

She’s breathing hard. “Remove my clothing… please.”

I reward her with a few strokes between the legs. “I want to hear you beg.” I spank her again.

I know it can’t hurt much through the thick trousers, but I figure she feels a little sting. She wriggles and pushes her hips up as if she wants more. Veck, I’ve heard that humans like their discipline, but I’ve never actually been intimate with one of them. My experiences have been off planet with pleasure workers of other species.

I’d never want to really hurt Zina, especially not now when she’s just been rescued. But veck if I don’t want to spank her until her ass is pink and she’s crying out with need for my cock. Telling me she’ll do whatever I want.

“I beseech you…” Her voice is breathy. “Take off my clothes. Touch me. Please. It feels so good.”

“Glad to oblige.” In a moment, I rip the fabric of her pants and pull them down her narrow hips, tossing the garment aside. Her jacket and undershirt go next. Her thighs are lean and strong, and as I run my fingers over her skin, I find she’s already so wet that her dewy moisture is slick between her legs.

“Veck, Zina,” I curse, and tap her clit gently, so softly she can probably barely feel it.

She responds as if I hit her with a burst of lightning. “Tarek!” She twists her body and contorts it, trying to get her clit back to my finger. “Oh, sweet Mother Earth.”

I hold her in place. This will be fun. I’m going to tease her mercilessly before I let her come—show her who’s in charge. Make her want it more than anything she’s ever wanted in her life.

Zina

I’m naked on his lap and I want more. I want to feel him, touch him, have his body in mine. I’ve never done this before but it’s like my body knows what to do. And I’ve heard from other humans how the mechanics work, of course.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but after all I’ve been through? Mother Earth, it’s magnificent to just—feel good. To let my mind shut off and my body experience pleasure. I’m ready to cry with how beautiful it feels to be caressed this way, to feel touch from a being who wishes to bring me pleasure, not pain.

He won’t take off my cuffs, and it’s driving me mad with desire. He’s driving me mad.

“Ah!” I cry out, my mind going black, then filling with color. He strokes me now, his fingers so expertly touching and gliding that I think I’m about to die. A feeling rises in my belly that rivals anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve touched myself before, in bed at night, but it’s never felt this good. This powerful.

“Shhh, not yet,” he whispers. “I’m just getting started.”

“No,” I moan. I love it and hate it. I want this sensation to go on forever; I need it to grow and explode, because if he holds me here in this range I’m going to die with need.

“Ah, but humans don't say no to their Zandian masters,” he chides. And before I can respond, he pulls me to the side and spanks my ass a few times.

“Ouch,” I gasp, but although it stings, I like it. Maybe even love it. Is that depraved? I don’t like being punished by a cruel overlord who wields a shock stick. But this intimate mixture of pleasure-pain is something altogether different.

I don’t sense any cruelty in him. And he actually seems to want my pleasure. He pushes a finger between my thighs, into my core, and strokes. I nearly ignite.

“Tarek,” I beg.

“Like this?” he does it again. Again. Then, to my surprise, he slides a finger lubricated with my juices into my back hole.

“Eep.” I squeak in alarm and clench my buttocks, but release my muscles a second later when he strokes my pussy again.

“It’s okay, you’ll like this,” he promises.

And he’s right. With a finger in my pussy and another in my ass, his hands working my body, I start to build to that glorious pinnacle that’s waiting for me, just beyond my vision. I close my eyes and almost sob as he increases the pressure on my skin, little by little.

I’m sweating and completely wet between the thighs and I don’t care. I love it.

I feel his cock beneath my body. “Uncuff me,” I beg. “I can touch you too. Give you pleasure in return.”

He continues to stroke my body. “Tell me you want to come,” he demands. “If you ask nicely, I’ll give you permission.”

“I don’t want to ask for that.” In the middle of my passion, I feel the burn of irritation at his ownership.

“Then you don’t get what you want.” He pulls his fingers from my body.