Mastered by the Zandians (Zandian Brides 3)

“That’s what I like to hear.” Domm smiles and then his mouth is exactly where I need it, just the right pressure, the right spot. Everything. I moan and my whole body tenses up, my quads are hard like rocks as I squeeze my buttocks together, trying to harness the feeling into a tight ball so I can make it explode.

“That’s it,” Lanz says, a note of pleasure in his voice. “Veck, Mirelle, take it. Fly.”

And at his words, I scream out as my body bursts into a million shards of light, the sensation of pleasure so great, the sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted, suffusing me with a feeling so fine and pure that I almost think I might die.

When I come back to myself, I’m in Domm’s arms, draped over him. Lanz sits beside us, stroking my legs. I stretch and press myself into Domm’s chest. “That was…” I look up at his face. But I can’t find the words.

He smiles. “Good?”

“More than good. Exquisite.” Even that doesn’t sum up the experience. “I’ve never before…”

“Never had an orgasm?” He sounds startled. “Not even at your own hand?”

“Not like that.” I’m too full of pleasure to snap at him and say something about how when you’re busy trying to survive there’s no time for frivolity.

Of course I’ve stroked my clit before, and achieved a satisfactory—pleasant—release. But now that I’ve felt this—the other thing is faded and weak, sad, in comparison. No, this is the most glorious celebration of my physical body that I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Sweet Mirelle. There will be infinite more orgasms in your future. Every planet rotation,” Lanz promises, running his hand over my hair. “Three times a planet rotation, if you want.” He crouches down to look into my eyes. “Are you all right?” He strokes my ass.

“Fine. I’m fine.”

Transformative might come closer, because I feel different from the inside out. I had no concept that a human body could experience such a thing. A powerful rush of affection and ownership fills me for these two Zandians. Mine. They did this to me. With me.

Domm shifts, and I realize he’s still fully clothed. Feel that he’s aroused under my body.

I blink. “But you didn’t…neither of you.” I look from one to the other. “I—should I?” I’m not exactly sure what they want, but I know it’s not customary—or fair, probably—for only one being to be satisfied in these encounters.

“Later.” Domm bites my shoulder softly and laughs. “I want it more than anything, but there’s no time.”

“Don’t worry. There will many opportunities to show your gratitude and return the favor.” Lanz’ voice is husky with need and a hint of demand, and I shiver with pleasurable anticipation. My body already wants more.

“Put your garment back on.” Lanz picks it up and shakes it out, strokes the cloth. “Adjust your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?” I frown at him as I slide the soft fabric over my curves.

“Nothing.” He looks at Domm. “It’s just a little”—he holds his hands up, as if demonstrating a halo around his skill—“perhaps…disarrayed. We are going to meet the king, and we need you to look composed.”

I narrow my eyes and pat at the wayward strands. “Perhaps if you wanted me to look more presentable, you shouldn’t have pulled me aside for a private meeting of this kind.” Although I’m glad they did.

He laughs. “I think you enjoyed your private meeting, am I right?” He touches my ass. “Sore?”

I wince away, even though it’s not really. Not anymore. “Yes. Terribly.” I make an exaggerated face of dismay.

His face falls and I try to stifle a smile.

“Are you?” He pulls me to him by the arm. “Veck, Domm, we were too hard. Go get the soothing salve immediat—”

I shake my head and touch his arm. “Just a little sore. I’m fine.” Why I care about his concern is strange. I should be wincing in mock agony to convince them never to do that again. The problem is, though, that I want them to do it again. Just as hard and primal. Because, as it turns out, my body likes it. Is already craving more.

Of course, I tell myself, this is an even better plan than fighting them—going along with it. If I let them think I care for them, and like what they do to me, I can earn their trust faster. Get them to let down their guard. And then I can more easily make plans to escape. Yes. That’s what I’m doing here. If I really do like it, well, that just means my ruse will be that much more realistic.

“Good. Just a little is just right.” He grins. “And remember, we can always do it again if necessary, so keep that in mind while you choose your words in the next few minutes.”

“Yes, Master,” I mutter.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He squeezes my tender ass once.

Chapter 6