His Human Possession (Zandian Masters 8)

“Mmm.” Her answer sounded more like a purr. “A little, Master. Not much.” She pushed herself up to her elbows, no doubt to show off the beautiful line of her back. “Enough to remind me where you’ve been.” The huskiness of her tone had him slapping her legs apart. Or maybe it was the words.

Stars, the girl knew exactly what to do and say to drive a male wild!

As if to prove his thought, she arched her ass up and gave it a little waggle.

It was all the invitation he needed. His palm crashed down on that tantalizing flesh.

Yes.

It was as satisfying as he’d remembered. Maybe even more. He kept spanking, loving the little gasps she made, the way her hips writhed on the sleepdisk, the tightening of her back and arms.

“Stars I love to hurt you,” he confessed, still slapping hard. It bewildered him, this need to punish her.

Why did she let him?

Oh, excrement. What choice did she have? She was a vecking slave. And that made him an asshole.

Except no. She didn’t mind. He knew she didn’t mind. It made her wet. He scented her arousal. And she liked the attention because it was sexual and sex was her commodity.

Not wanting to take the spanking too far, he stopped and rolled her over to remove the temptation. Still, he had to feel those hot globes, the evidence of his domination. He slid his palms under her hips to cup her ass and brought his mouth to her wet pussy.

He licked into her, parting her lips with his tongue, tracing the inside flaps.

She cried out, her hips popping up from the sleepdisk. He pulled her tight against his mouth, stroked her clit with his tongue until it swelled enough to suck.

One of his horns came in contact with her inner thigh, sending a jolt of sharp pleasure straight to his cock. He rubbed it on her as he licked, moaning his own pleasure as she squealed hers.

Of course his female was smart. She intuited the significance of his horns and reached down to grip them both, squeezing and releasing them.

He stopped licking, delirious from her touch.

“Master,” she purred, an awed appreciation in her tone. “Your horns get hard for me, too.”

Unwilling to give her the upper hand, he forced himself to pull back, out of grasp, away from his worship of her incredible pussy. He slapped one of her breasts.

“Hands behind your head. Legs wide,” he barked.

A little smile curved her lips. “Yes, Master.” She obeyed, putting her glorious body on full display for him.

“When I tell you to get into position, this is the one I mean. Understand?”

Her eyes gleamed with interest. It might be his undoing. “Yes, Master.”

“I want you to hold this position until I tell you to change it or I move you myself. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“If you move before I tell you, I will punish you.”

Her gold-flecked brown eyes held his as she purred, “How, Master?”

The little vixen. Of course she knew he liked to punish.

He fingered his sword belt. “I will take this off and spank you until you scream.”

She shivered, but it was excitement that flared in her gaze. “I understand, Master.”

“Good girl.” He walked to the box of implements he’d brought in and selected two devices designed for pleasure. Or sexual torture, in this case.