Stolen by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 7)

I answer with a flurry of spanks on her ass and upper thighs.

“Oh! Ow. You— You—”

“My name is Khrys.” I spank her again, right in the middle of both cheeks, over her glistening sex. “Remember that for your apology. Whenever you’re ready, of course.” I bring my hand down over and over until the pink turns deeper. “Keep your hands down. Scratching me means I double the punishment.”

In response, she digs her nails into my skin so hard that she draws blood.

I hold her still with one hand and grab for a pair of magna-cuffs with the other. As the being with the upper hand, I find it easy to snap them onto her delicate wrists. “No more of that.”

She starts to speak, but it comes out as a yelp as I commence spanking once again. I’m not using my full force, of course, but a hard Zandian palm can do a lot to a pretty little warrior ass.

“We will get a few things straight.” I spank for emphasis. “You will listen to me and do as I say—our lives depend on it. I am your master and starship commander. If you refuse to comply, you will be punished.” I spank again, nice and hard.

She squeals and tries to kick, but I’ve got her legs locked.

“Your bottom must be getting sore.” I stop and rub her heated skin. Squeeze her lovely buttocks. “When you’re ready to say you’re sorry, I’m listening.”

She doesn’t answer. I hear the sound of her rapid breathing. “Fine,” she mutters after a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“For?” I squeeze her soft ass again.

She rolls her hips and lets out a little moan. “F-for attacking you.”

“And?” I squeeze and rub some more. When she doesn’t answer, I deliver a few more swats. Her buttocks clench and release. “For expecting you to be a decent being. I’m sorry I thought you’d do the honorable thing and set me free.”

I stifle a chuckle. She’s adorable. Quite mouthy for a slave—but she wasn’t owned by Ocretions. She wasn’t bred to serve, she was engineered by Kraa to fight.

My cock presses insistently against her hip, and I’m dying to move onto the more pleasurable part of punishment. Still, she hasn’t surrendered yet. “Do I need to use my belt?”

The thought is enough to make my body come alive with pleasure. Disciplining this human is even more arousing than I’d expected.

“No.” Her voice is suddenly quiet. “I won’t do it again.”

“And?”

“What else do you want?” Her tone rises in frustration. “Should I somehow bring you the universe on a platinum platter?”

I smile. Oh, stars. What I wouldn’t do to own this little warrior and battle with her like this on a regular basis—of course, that’s a ridiculous thought. She’s not meant to be my mate. I’m going to deliver her right to Dr. Daneth and King Zander...once I get her back. That thought makes me uneasy. I expected a grateful human, happy not to be put into service by Ocretions. All the humans on Zandia are thrilled to be there.

This one, though? She already had plans to be free. Granted, I doubt she would have accomplished it without my help, but I’m not sure she sees it that way.

Well, setting her free isn’t an option. I wasn’t lying when I said she wouldn’t survive without a master. Humans are not a free species in this galaxy. Without a benevolent master, she’d live a far worse life.

Besides, If I don’t bring her back with me, I will certainly face serious consequences for going on this mission without leave, on top of my already prec

arious position with the king.

She moves her body and her taut breasts push into the side of my thighs. The nipples are hard, and I have the urge to ease her down and take one into my mouth.

“Say my name.” I bark the order.

“I forgot it. It wasn’t memorable.” She sniffs.

I grip a handful of her ass, squeezing roughly, then deliver, a nice sharp slap on her right cheek. “Yes, you do.”

“Khrys!” she squeaks. “Khrys.”

And suddenly the thoughts in my head change from just sexual to ones of protection. In an instant, just hearing her say my name brings up the fiercest protection instinct I have. I’d do anything to protect this little being from harm.