His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)
A tic sprang in Daneth’s temple.
“Was made for your cock.”
His nostrils flared.
She slid one hand down her belly to curl her fingers between her legs. “This pussy needs you. Claiming it. Punishing. Buried deep inside.”
“Veck,” he cursed, s
talking toward her. “What did I tell you about touching yourself?” Anger flashed in his eyes.
It went far beyond her breaking the rule about touching herself, but she didn’t mind having it directed at her. Better her than his precious equipment. She could handle her male. How she knew that, she wasn’t sure, but she did.
“You said I’d be punished.” She dared him with her words, invited his chastisement. They needed this now.
He closed the distance between them in a few short steps, tossed her over his shoulder, and clapped her on the ass with his open palm. He continued spanking her all the way to his room, but when he set her down, the burn of his focus had the flames of desire behind it.
She cupped her mons again, goading him, taunting him. In a flash, she was on her back on the sleepdisk. He climbed over her and stretched her arms taut overhead, fastening her wrists to a ring on his headboard.
She spread her legs, bending her knees to give him the full view of her soaked pussy.
“Veck,” he swore angrily, shoving her knees wider, pressing them flat against the bed. “You think to tease me with that pussy? Me? Your master? I own this pussy.” He freed his cock from his leggings and gave his thick length a stroke. “I own you, Bayla.”
She arched her pelvis, thrusting her tits toward the ceiling, writhing for his touch, no matter how roughly it came.
And it came rough. It came with a force that knocked her breath away. Daneth shoved into her without preparation—not that she needed it. Her pussy ached for him. Dripped for him. She needed him inside to complete her very essence. And when he took her with such force, it only felt right.
After what she’d done. After she’d deprived him of his life’s work. A Zandian child. Her pussy.
Well she hadn’t denied him her pussy, but she’d certainly teased and tempted him with it. Now, it was finally his. He’d found home, as far as she was concerned.
He surged over her, riding her like a she was a wild beast that required taming.
“Bad girl,” he chanted, slapping her breast before plunging in and out of her again. He repeated the pattern: in-out-in-out-slap. Her other breast got it.
Her guttural moan screamed sex. Shouted wanton desire. Lust. Need. “Punish me, Master.”
He bared his teeth, driving into her with such force he would’ve slammed her into the headboard if he hadn’t braced her shoulder with one arm. “You like to get vecked by me?” he growled. “Hard? Like this?”
It didn’t seem right to say yes because it felt too much like punishment, so, instead, she said, “I need it, Master.”
His eyes glinted with satisfaction. “You do, don’t you?” He continued to slam into her so deep. So hard. So good.
She couldn’t help the noises he knocked out of her with each brutal stroke. Lurid sexual cries. Wild beast sounds.
“Bad, bad girl.” He slammed in and out. Slapped her breast then slapped her face. Not hard. Not nearly as hard as he’d slapped her breast. But in the most satisfying way possible.
Her pussy turned to liquid heat.
“Oh veck, Bayla,” he rasped. The sound of her name on his lips nearly made her weep. It sounded so intimate, so personal after he’d been calling her bad girl. She knew deep in her soul that she and she alone had been responsible for this loss of control in him. This animalistic response his body had to hers. No—his being had to hers.
As broken as they were, as she’d made them, they belonged together, magnetized by more than fate. By their very essence.
“Bayla.” His voice cracked as if he might be the one to weep this time. He pointed at her. “Don’t you dare come. You do not have my permission to come. You’re a bad girl.”
“Yes,” she agreed, though his dominance put her so close to the edge it was painful. He pounded deep, two, three more times, then buried his dick to the hilt and came.
Though she tried to lie still, to simply be a receptacle with no pleasure of her own, her body recognized his release and instantly climaxed, her internal muscles squeezing his cock, pulling his rainbow essence up into her womb.