His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

“I’m not crying.”

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. “You continue to lie when evidence of the truth is right here on your face?” He flicked his tongue to catch the salty drop.

She jerked her head away. “Stupid master. I’m not”—she huffed out a sigh—“the words weren’t intended to deceive.”

He let the stupid master part slide, only because her face crinkled with distress. “Oh, right, they are what you wish were true. If you do not wish to cry, do not. Is it so hard for you?”

She jerked away. “Yes.”

He picked her up and arranged her on his lap, gripping her face to turn it toward him. “Why do you cry?”

The tears continued to swim in her eyes. “I don’t like displeasing you.”

His eyebrows slammed down. “If you do not like displeasing me, then don’t,” he thundered, the deep tones of his voice reverberating against the walls.

She flinched, shrinking back from him.

He remembered that he’d truly frightened her the last time. But shouldn’t a slave be afraid of her master when she disobeys?

“Tell me the truth.”

Again real fear flashed in her eyes. What was she hiding?

“Come here.” He pulled her up by her arm and marched her to the spanking bench Daneth had provided. With a shove, he positioned her over it and snapped her cuffs to lock her in place.

“Zander...Zander, please. I didn’t know. I don’t know anything.”

“Stop the lies.” He slapped her upturned ass, and she shrieked. After rooting through the box of implements, he found the butt plug and ginger oil to make it burn. He coated the plug in the oil and pressed the tip against her little rosette. “I won’t whip you, but you deserve to feel my dissatisfaction, slave.”

She squeezed her butt cheeks together to keep him out.

“Open up, or I will change my mind about spanking you.”

“Zander…” Her voice shook.

His armband flashed her readout: Forty percent aroused.

“Now.”

One cheek relaxed then the other. He rubbed the bulbous head of the butt plug over her anus and waited for the sphincter muscles to relax. The moment they did, he pushed the object inside, stretching her slowly.

“No,” she cried out. “Ah!”

Seventy percent aroused.

“Bad slave.” He eased the plug in farther, and she squealed at the largest part. She took the entire plug into her cavity, her anus closing around the narrow neck, leaving the steel handle protruding.

Ninety-five percent aroused.

He pumped it a few times, the sounds of alarm she made turning his cock rock hard. She tightened around the plug.

Climax achieved.

“Did you come?” he snapped. “Bad slave. You do not orgasm without my cock inside you—without my seed inside you.” He spanked her with his hand, the plug jostling as she bucked.

One hundred percent aroused.

He unclipped her from the bench and fastened her wrists behind her back. With a tug, he pulled her to sit on his lap on the sleeping platform, facing away from him. He pinched both her nipples. She threw herself back against him, arching and writhing. He spread her knees so wide they hooked over his, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable. With a snap of his wrist, he spanked her wet pussy, his fingers slapping again and again to punish her.