Mastered by the Zandians (Zandian Brides 3)

It’s hard not to wriggle and squirm, because my ass is already burning beyond belief, and the sting is making me want him so badly I could almost come right across his thighs, lying here, without even a touch to my clit. “Are you almost done?” I whimper.

He pushes my thighs apart and slaps his hand right onto my pussy. “I’ll tell you when I’m done. Don’t ask again. Your job is to take what I give. If you ask again, I’ll spank here.” He slaps again, harder, against my soft nether lips, and I almost fly apart.

“Lock,” I beg. “Master,” and I don’t know what I’m asking: Stop, more, please?

“Shush,” he commands. “Lie still and accept your punishment. We still have quite a ways to go.”