Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)
She closed her eyes.
“Look at me.”
Her lashes flew open, but she didn’t meet his gaze, instead rolling her head from side to side, as if in pain.
Veck. Had he hurt her? He hadn’t meant to use much force behind the strokes.
“It was too intense—what you drew from me,” she blurted. “I’d never responded that way with a male before.”
Triumph galloped through his chest, but he hid it, not wanting to break out of the role of master she’d let him seize. He whipped her three times in quick succession.
“It was easier to run.”
Her courage kicked him in the gut. The sheer vulnerability it took to reveal herself to him stripped away his defenses, too. He dropped the belt. Not bothering to take off his pants or boots, he pulled out his cock and lined up at her entrance.
“No running this time. But I need to hear you say you want this, Mina. I don’t want to hate myself for forcing you a second time.”
“I want it. Give it to me, Master.”
Oh stars. Lust rocketed through him, tightening his balls. He was going to come the moment he entered her.
He grasped her ankles and spread her legs straight out to the side. “You keep these legs wide, knees locked, pet, understand?”
If he’d had any doubt about whether she enjoyed his domination, he saw it in the squeeze of her pussy and anus, the shudder of bliss that ran through her body. She nodded. “Yes, Master.”
He channeled all the pleasure of hearing her call him master into his first thrust, growling as he pinned her wrists above her head and buried himself deep into her sopping channel. “Oh veck, pet. So good. I don’t know how I survived my whole life without access to this sweet vecking pussy.”
She rocked her pelvis up to meet his thrusts, rubbing her clit along his shaft as he entered. He pistoned in and out of her, driving deeper and deeper until her eyes widened, riveted on his face. “Please, please,” she whimpered, still holding her legs straddled wide and straight.
“Do you need to come, beautiful?”
“Yes… yes.”
“So do I.” He slammed harder and harder into her as his balls tightened. “Hold your breath, pet.”
Confusion flitted over her face. He adjusted one hand to cover her mouth, leaving her nostrils open so she could choose herself if she wanted to obey.
She did. Her ribs stiffened as she locked down her breath.
He vecked her hard, plowing with enough force to shake the sleepdisk. His orgasm ignited, exploding through him in a rush of heat and glorious release. He thrust in to the hilt and stayed deep. “Come, Mina,” he managed to gasp around the roar erupting from his throat.
Her body convulsed, jerking beneath him. He pulled his hand away from her mouth, and she drew a huge, ragged breath, pussy squeezing and releasing his cock like a tight fist. Shock, fear, pain, ecstasy all danced over her face as she came and came.
When her muscles stopped squeezing, her body went slack, knees bending, head lolling to the side. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Oh stars.
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Her body had exploded into a million pieces—in the best possible way. Like some mad spiritual awakening, their sex had shown her the universe from a larger perspective. Pleasure pulsed through every cell, and yet she’d flown out-of-body at the same time.
The orgasm left her blown open, naked. Not in the no-clothing sense, but stripped of every barrier, of every defense. Even of what she’d held closely as her definition of self.
Erick eased out and grabbed the corner of his coverlet, yanking the beautiful spidersilk across her naked body.
She rolled to her side, dazed by the intensity of her experience.
“I’m sorry, Mina. Did I hurt you? Are you all right?” He fitted his body around the back of hers, wrapping an arm around her waist.