Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)
“You’re not sorry,” he muttered, sounding bitter. “But I am. Does that count for anything, Leora?”
“Yes,” she whispered. And then the words “I’m sorry,” rose to her lips, even though she’d just sworn them untrue. She tried, “Forgive me,” instead. A better sentiment.
Seke’s lips pressed against her shoulder blade, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t say whether he forgave her or not. “Facedown. On the middle of the sleepdisk.” The command sounded both soft and gruff.
For more punishment? Or sex? Though her body already pulsed with pain, and her pussy ached, she’d willingly offer her body for whatever he needed to give her. Because she needed it, too. Anything to bring them back into balance—whatever he saw fit.
She crawled up onto the sleepdisk and arranged herself in the middle, on her belly.
“Spread your legs.”
She slid her thighs apart, her pussy pulsing in rhythm with the throb of her ass.
Seke climbed over her, hooked both his thumbs at the apex of her thighs, and parted her. She glanced over her shoulder to see him doing nothing more than staring at the vulnerable pink heart of her sex, still wet with his rainbow-colored seed. He moved his thumbs lightly in the slightest caress against her bottom.
“Beautiful girl.” His voice sounded gravelly. “Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
She’d loved Johan very much, but yes—in this moment, it seemed her pussy, her body—veck, her entire soul—had been made entirely for Seke. “Yes.”
Satisfaction flared in the gleam in his eyes, the surge of intent behind his movement evident as he climbed over her, cock stiff for her once more.
He entered easily this time; she’d been made ready by the spanking and their previous coupling. With his weight braced on his hands beside her head, he rocked into her.
She moaned, renewed pleasure spearing through her. He eased in and out, far more gentle this time. She lifted her ass to meet his thrusts, to take him deeper and bring the angle of his cock against the most sensitive part of her inner walls. Her core quaked, tightening around his cock.
“Stars, Leora, the way you squeeze my cock like a tight little glove...”
He shifted to one hand and used the other to pin her down at the nape, imprisoning her for his assault.
As always, his show of dominance made her go limp with submission, wet with arousal. His cock slid in and out gently, lovingly stroking her insides, turning the fire to molten lava.
“I should veck you all night as punishment,” he growled, but his tempo had increased, breath sounded strangled. He needed to come as badly as she did. “Do you like to see me lose control, little slave? Does it give you power to know I broke a life vow for this?” He slammed in deeper, harder. “Just for this?”
Yes.
It did give her power, but the bitterness and anger in his voice diminished the glow.
“Forgive me,” she gasped again.
Again, he didn’t answer, except by vecking her so deep and hard it seemed he’d split her in two.
The hand at her nape slid around the front of her throat, cradling her neck. Without squeezing or cutting off her breath, he lifted, forcing her upper back into an arch and reminding her how easily he could end her life with just one squeeze or twist of his hand. It produced only excitement—she trusted Seke with her welfare. He wouldn’t allow harm to come to her.
“So. Vecking. Beautiful.” Seke growled the words on each violent thrust then buried himself deep and came a third time.
She mewled and flexed her toes, thighs thrusting out straight beneath him, pussy clamping down in spasms of pleasure. She lost track of time as the room spun and dipped and her body went languid and limp.
Distantly, she registered Seke pulling out of her, dropping beside her on the sleepdisk. His heavy arm curled around her waist and pulled her up onto her side, her back against his front.
His body trembled as much as hers as he held her.
He hadn’t forgiven her, but he still took care with her.
Always.
~.~
Because he knew he’d never sleep—perhaps never again—he didn’t let his little human sleep, either.