His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

He swished it around, checking for deity knew what, then pumped a few times.

Her breath caught in her throat and she made a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a cough.

Daneth checked his cuff again and glanced at her face curiously but withdrew his finger.

Both relief and disappointment flooded her. Her pussy clenched on air.

“Release cuffs.”

The loops holding her wrist cuffs in place sprang open. She pulled her arms down, relieved to have the pressure off them.

“Your examination is complete.” He placed a large hand on her upper arm to help her to sit. “Can you stand?”

She swung her legs over the side of the examination table and stood. Daneth steadied her with the hand at her elbow. “Yes, Master,” she reported once she was sure her legs weren’t asleep.

“Good. Come with me.”

He led her to a door at the rear of the laboratory or examination room—it seemed to double as both—and pressed his palm to a screen.

The door slid soundlessly open.

She gaped at the room beyond. It, too, was lit by a bright skylight, and defined opulence. The large chamber featured a floating oval bed in the center of the room. An intricately woven rug in shades of turquoise, beige, and white decorated the floor. Two walls were painted the same pale turquoise, two in cream. No, when she looked closer, she realized the wall was not painted turquoise but a turquoise-dyed plaster, which gave it the rich depth of varying shades of color.

The room spoke of extreme wealth. She had been farmed out to a wealthy Ocretion family to breed with the master there, and their rooms paled in comparison.

In the far corner was a washroom, and just inside the door floated a large cage.

That must be for her.

“Is this...your chamber?” she asked with awe.

“Yes. You will sleep in the cage. That way I can monitor you at all times. I installed a comfortable pad.”

She walked over and peered in the cage, depressing the cushy mattress and fingering the blanket. It was made of the finest material she’d ever touched, impossibly soft. Whoa. Her cage was luxurious.

“I can add more pillows to support your body when it grows.”

Oh. Right. Her lip curled at the thought of being pregnant, stomach clenched at the memory of those infants taken from her body, from her. She didn’t want to go through that again.

But she had to say, she’d take this opulent cage and the quirky but not unkind Zandian master over her past assignments any planet rotation. She needed to figure out how to avoid or stall the pregnancy part.

Daneth indicated a tiny table with one chair. “Sit. I’ve sent for food and drink. I can see you’re thirsty.”

He could see that? How? His solicitousness gave her a tingle of excitement. But he was her physician—he needed her to stay healthy. The male didn’t actually care about her feelings.

She settled on the indicated hover chair, her naked bottom still tingling from the spanking. “Do I get clothing?”

“Clothing is not necessary at the moment.”

She’d been kept naked before. Many times. But, usually, to make her attractive to the male who would breed her. Daneth didn’t want to breed her, he wanted to implant her.

“Wouldn’t it be easier—you know—for me not to be bred here, if I was covered?”

A muscle ticked in Daneth’s jaw, but, more interestingly, the bulge at his crotch grew when she mentioned breeding. Foolish though it was, she loved the sense of power it gave her, knowing she could get a rise—literally—out him.

“I will not breed you,” he said stiffly. “You will be given something to cover with before I take you out into the pod.”

She squeezed her own breasts with a feigned nonchalance, as if fondling herself happened naturally at any time. “What is the pod?”