His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1) - Page 57
She crawled up to the platform and assumed the position.
“Spread your knees wider.”
She obeyed. The lips of her sex parted wide, swollen and wet.
He ran his finger lightly over her slit, smiling when her entire body shuddered. “What happens to slaves who lie to their masters?”
“I-I don’t know,” she whispered.
He rubbed his finger over her clitoris, feeling it swell and harden under his fingertip.
“They get their asses vecked. Hard. Is that what you want?”
He spread her glossy juices up to her clit.
She made an unintelligible sound.
“Bad slave.” He released his cock from his trousers and rubbed lubricant over it. “You have displeased your master.”
“Forgive me,” she panted, sounding breathless.
He fit a large vibrating dildo in her cunt and flicked it on.
She gave a startled, wanton cry.
“Hold still,” he commanded and pushed the head of his cock against her anus, waiting until the tight ring of muscle relaxed and allowed him entry.
Her moans sounded alarmed.
Despite his purpose in punishing her, he experienced a rush of affection. To take his large Zandian cock in her tight ass asked a lot. Her humbled position endeared her to him. From his point of view, her bottom splayed wide, her cunt dripping, her ass taking his cock like a good slave, she was vecking gorgeous. He slid in and out, loving the tightness.
“Bad little slave,” he murmured, but his tone sounded affectionate. He couldn’t help it—he loved taking her like this, loved owning her so completely.
He turned up the speed on the vibrating wand in her twat and pumped harder.
She wailed beneath him, her cries rising to a keening pitch. “Please, master, please. I’m sorry. I’ll be a good slave. I swear I’ll be a good slave.”
His balls tightened. He shot his load, wasting his seed in her ass. It had been worth it. Euphoric victory coursed through his veins.
He eased out of his slave’s ass and turned off the vibrator. “You didn’t climax,” he murmured, gathering Lamira up in his arms.
“No, but it feels like I did.” Her lips barely moved. Her body lay limp and spent in his arms. A sheen of sweat gave her skin a glow.
Beautiful.
He wanted to give her the world. He couldn’t wait for her mother to arrive.
He wished they were not at an impasse over her lies.
~.~
Zander punished her every planet rotation. During the days, he put her in the cage and left. She had a feeling he was training for war—his plans to take back his planet filtered into her consciousness daily. Since the crystal bath, her knowings had come more often, more clearly. She saw an image of her mother, dressed in luxurious robes, and rejoiced that she was still alive and would know freedom.
At night, he asked her if she was ready to tell him the truth. When she refused, he punished her. The first night he paddled her with a horrible wooden board. She sobbed and begged for his mercy, but, as usual, her traitorous body somehow became aroused at the punishment, ready for him to breed the moment the spanking ended.
The next night, he went easy on her, perhaps taking pity on her still-swollen ass. He spanked her with his hand and forced her to suck his cock until he came down her throat.
The third night, he used a terrible cane on her. That night, she’d wept so bitterly at the pain he had not bred her, instead he’d taken her into his arms on his sleepdisk, stroking her back and hair until she drifted off to sleep.
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