Bought By The Zandians (Zandian Brides 2)

“I like rewards,” I breathe out.

He moves his hand out from under my buttock and strokes along my thighs. “Open for me,” he demands, his voice at once firm and sexy. “I think the caning got you wet, and I intend to find out.”

He presses his lips to my ear again. “Although I hardly need to touch to be sure. I could smell your arousal, Danica, and see it while I was punishing you. Veck, it was all I could do to finish it.”

“Next time, feel free to stop early,” I say immediately, then add, “I mean, not next time. There won’t be a next time.”

“Oh, there won’t?” he whispers, resting a finger on my mound. “You sure about that?” He taps my skin, then glides his fingers down to my pussy entrance, pressing into it slowly. “Positive?”

I gasp and push my hips forward, encouraging his exploration. “Mmmm…I don’t want to get caned again, ever.”

“I don’t know if that’s quite right.” He adds a second finger and presses them into me, deeper. “Because look at this vecking pussy, Danica. A pussy doesn’t get this wet unless a pretty little human slave likes what we did.”

“I hated it,” I murmur, eyes closed again. I can smell his arousal, too, the sweat and need on his body, and it’s intoxicating. I open my lips, lick them, wanting him in my mouth—his tongue, his cock. Anything I can get.

“I’m afraid that might be a lie.” He adjusts his hand to stroke my clit. “And you know how we deal with that around here, don’t you?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” His fingers are magical. I’m already approaching the brink of an orgasm, just from his voice, his fingers, his dominance.

“We deal with it”—he suddenly flips me off his lap to the sleepdisk—“any way we like, Danica. Any vecking way we want. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master. Please.” I’m on my stomach, and I turn to watch as he strips his clothing, revealing his strong, muscled torso. That long, hard cock, throbbing with need, almost touching his stomach.

“Veck, I love hearing you call me master,” he growls. “Get on your hands and knees, Danica. I’m going to take you from behind, hard. Naughty slaves get vecked hard after they’re caned, is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.” I don’t care how he does it, as long as I feel him inside me right now. I’m going to die if I don’t get to orgasm soon.

“Your orgasms are mine. Ours. You will never come without permission,” he snaps, getting behind me. He strokes my sore ass, and I whimper once, then press into his hands, his touch inflaming me. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master Benn.” I spread my thighs wider. “Do you understand this?” I look back over my shoulder. “I’d be happy to explain if necessary.”

He slaps my ass, not too hard, but a good solid spank. “Don’t sass me, human.” He grins. “Get back in position and brace with both arms. You’ll be glad you did, once I get started.” He raises a brow. “And if you’re good, I might even let you come.”

I moan. “But you said…”

“I sometimes change my mind,” he teases. “And as your Master, it’s up to my discretion. And, yes, I do understand…this.” He runs his fingers along my cleft, all the way from my clit to my anus. “Quite well. You ready for me to show you?”

“Yes, please.” I buck my hips, wild for it.

He presses up against me, and I feel his cock, hard as steel, pressing against my ass crack. He reaches under my body to stroke my breasts, pinching my nipples, squeezing. “Do your breasts like this kind of attention?”

“Yes.” I squeeze my eyes shut and revel in the sensation. “Yes.”

He pumps his body against mine, teasing me with his cock while he plays with my tits. “Good. I’ll be sure to remember.” His fingers are magical, teasing me until every squeeze, every pinch, gives me a matching ache in my pussy.

“Benn!” I cry out.

“You want this?” He squeezes my tits one last time, then lets go, and finally adjusts his cock so it’s at my entrance.

“Please.” I wiggle my ass.

“Your wish is my command, then.” He presses forward. He’s thicker than I remember, but I’m so wet it doesn’t hurt at all, even when he fully seats himself. When he starts to move, I gasp with pleasure. The first time with the two of

them was no fluke. Sex with my Zandians is phenomenal, something I’ve never known possible.

I don’t know why it’s so different now, and at this moment, I hardly care. I lose myself in the sensation, fucking him back, pushing with my hips to meet his thrusts, bracing on the bed with both arms.

He grabs my hips and pulls, and I cry out at the feeling.