What if a male like him came to love her? Was such a thing even possible? She’d only ever thought about their relationship in terms of sex. In terms of master and slave. Now that she’d heard about Lamira’s mate, she wanted more.

And that was a dangerous way to think.

Especially considering her enormous betrayal of her master and his beloved experiment.

Chapter Six

Daneth carried Bayla from his chamber to his lab and settled her gently on the examination table. She carried the future of the Zandian species inside that incredibly precious body of hers. He wanted to drop to his knees and worship at the temple of feminine vessel.

Bayla seemed nervous, though, and a desire to comfort her took precedence, even over starting the examination he was so eager to perform.

“This won’t hurt, little girl. No shots today. I won’t strap you down if you promise to hold the position for me.”

Pale-faced, her eyes seeming wider and bluer than usual, she nodded rapidly. “I’ll do whatever you want, Master,” she promised.

He stroked her cheek. So vecking agreeable. How did he get so lucky? He didn’t always understand the complexity of his human’s emotions, but, thus far, she’d been remarkably easy to train. It was his own emotions he needed to keep in check.

He lifted her knees and placed her feet in the stirrups to hold her legs apart. “Scoot your bottom down toward me,” he instructed, perching on a stool at the foot of the table. She slid down, bringing him eye to slit with the ripe flesh of her pussy. An approving hum rose in his throat before he could check it.

He’d found those sorts of sounds more frequent. That morning, he’d actually been humming a song from his childhood as he entered his lab. After a lifetime of feeling impotent in his inability to help his species, he finally stood to achieve his greatest ambition.

But it wasn’t only that. It was also the soft, feminine morsel of a human who chose—yes chose—to share his chamber, who wished to serve him and this project. The prospect of seeing her through this pregnancy, of keeping her afterward, perhaps even using her for future projects, filled him with a buoyancy he’d never before experienced.

He snapped on a pair of gloves and dragged one fingertip down the pink heart of her core. Her responding shiver made him smile. The scent of her arousal made him shift on the stool, his cock suddenly heavy between his legs.

He spread her labia open and simply stared at the glistening flesh beneath.

Bayla’s inner thighs contracted. “What, Master?”

“Hush, little girl. Your master wants to examine the sweetest pussy he’s ever seen.”

Another contraction of her inner thighs, this one accompanied by a clenching of her entire pelvic floor. Her anus and pussy both tightened and lifted.

He stroked a feather-light circle around her clit. “Don’t be shy. No part of your body will ever be hidden from me. It’s mine to study, to probe, to care for. Do you believe I will care for you, Bayla?”

“Yes,” she whispered. For some reason, she sounded half broken by his words.

He touched the pad of his index finger to her clit and made a vibratory movement.

Another clenching. This time her entire pelvic lifted from the table.

“Do you need your master to give you relief before we start the examination?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you deserve relief?” He was only teasing, but when she didn’t answer, he lifted his head to meet her eyes.

Her lower lip was clenched between her teeth, and worry creased her brow.

He shook his finger over her clit again. “Are you going to beg for your master’s cock again?” The image of vecking her ass while she was in the stirrups filled his mind and wouldn’t leave. He should be more concerned with her examination, but somehow its importance receded.

He pushed his thumb into her pussy, dragging a choked moan from her. “Hmm?” He tapped her anus with his middle finger. “Do you want me here again?”

“If it pleases Master,” she murmured. Her words sounded demure, but she’d spread her knees wider, lifting her pelvis and pushing her pussy onto his thumb, arching to grind over it.

“I think it would please your master.” He yanked off his gloves and took two pumps of lubricant from the dispenser. His cock was out and in his hand a moment later, getting bathed in lubricant. He nudged the head against her back pucker. “Does your tight little ass remember who it belongs to?”

Her anus tensed and quivered against the sensitive flesh of his cockhead.

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