Kept by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 5)

“Taisha.” He steps right into my space, so close I feel the heat from his body soaking into my skin. He crosses his arms, and my pussy clenches at his expression. The way his muscles ripple.

I push a little more. “Do you want me to bow? Or curtsy? Please, do teach me the ways of your planet.”

If my voice was any more insolent, it would strip the paint from the walls.

“That’s enough.”

He moves like lightning and grabs me. “Your tone is inappropriate. And I am more than able to teach you to modulate it. Shall I show you how?”

He started out with irritation. But now that his hands are on me, stars, his voice lowers and gets husky.

“Yes.” My voice comes out breathy and soft. We stare into each other’s eyes. I love to see the way his irises deepen in hue the more he stares. When I glance up, the horns are thicker too, and although it was only the one time, I smile to myself, knowing exactly what that means. He may claim to feel nothing for me, but his body speaks the truth. “Definitely.”

He wraps a fist in my hair and gently tugs my head back, exposing my neck. He lowers his lips, and I think he’s going to kiss me there, but instead he murmurs, close to my ear. “Are you mocking me?”

Tingles of heat flush over my entire body at what’s about to happen. I shake my head. No. Mother Earth, I’m fascinated by his face, his strong jaw, the planes and angles. His lips. Those talented lips...

“Surely you remember the way I like to punish.”

My face grows warm. Moisture gathers between my legs.

He smiles, a dangerous grin. “Ah, so you haven’t forgotten. But perhaps you need a reminder of who is in charge.”

“Um…” I’m lost in his gaze. Will he kiss me? Any second now. He acted so cold before, but it’s clear that he’s burning up for me just as much as ever.

He turns me to face the wall and places both my hands on it. “Push your ass out for me, Taisha.”

That voice. So rough and raw with lust.

My body answers with complete obedience. I push my hips back.

He pulls up my skirt and tugs the scrap of my panties up between my buttcheeks.

I twist to look over my shoulder at him.

His face is positively feral, like he’s having a hard time controlling himself.

“Face the wall,” he orders. But his hands are gentle on my hips, and when he lays a palm on my ass—his hand so broad it almost covers both cheeks at once, I gasp at the sensation.

“Ten.” He lifts his hand and cracks it down across both cheeks. “That’s one.”

I whimper and squirm at the burn. So good.

“Stay still. Two.” He slaps me again, but this time his fingers linger on my skin, rubbing softly, taking away some of the sting. “You need to listen to my rules and be respectful.”

I bite back a moan at the rubbing. When I don’t respond, he grabs a fistful of my hair—not hard, but firmly. “Taisha, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Master, I hear you. I’ll listen to your rules. Be respectful.”

“Good. Let’s make sure of it.” He spanks me again. It’s hard and I love it. My body reacts just as on the ship. I soak my panties, which are rubbing against my clit, providing a much-needed friction. I lean into it. Mother Earth, but I like this. I want him to spank me and touch me between my legs, and lick my pussy, and then I want him to—

“Ow.” The next spank is harder, and I wiggle my ass, mostly because I want more pressure against my clit. I want his fingers there, rubbing harder.

“Drayk,” I whisper. I stick my ass back, asking for his hand.

“Veck.” He curses under his breath. “This is… vecking…”

Then he gives me the rest of the spanks in quick succession.