Mastered by the Zandians (Zandian Brides 3)

“We know human females require discipline and sexual stimulation to bond to their mates.”

I stop walking. “Excuse me?” What in all that is holy and human are these warriors talking about? Discipline and sexual stimulation?

Lanz turns, amusement flickering over his expression before he hides it. “Yes. Light punishment applied to your feminine parts. Your bare buttocks and breasts.”

As if the mere mention of said parts affects them, my nipples go taut, buttocks clenches. Heat pours down my inner thighs.

Lanz and Domm crowd me, like the heat of my embarrassment attracts them to me. Their eyes change from brown to purple, and their horns appear thicker. Taller. Stiffer, even.

“You can’t spank me.” My eyes widen. “That’s not—no.”

“As your assigned masters, it is our duty to create a bond for reconditioning.”

“But...spank me?” I can’t quite make my mind comprehend this. I was prepared for all kinds of terrible torture, and yet what they propose has me reeling. Sexual punishments? Humiliating, intimate…my pussy clenches as heat drenches my entire body.

“Exactly.” He points to a door. “Now we’re going in there and you are going to be contrite and polite and request asylum here.”

“I hardly think—”

Domm drops a large hand to my ass and pats it. If it’s meant to be a warning, my body misunderstands. I have to shift and squeeze my inner thighs together, trying to get relief.

“You are going to be polite.” He slaps my ass—more of a tap, really.

My clit pulses.

“You will be apologetic.” His large hand closes over one butt cheek and he squeezes it roughly. “Is that clear?”

“Stop!” I try to shimmy away from him. My face flames, but the heat doesn’t come close to what I’m experiencing below the waist.

Lanz catches my bound wrists and pulls me up against his sculpted chest. Domm stands behind me, his hand still covering my ass. I let out a shocked breath. Yesterday I was a fighter commanding a craft. Today, I’m cuffed and getting spanked by a muscular alien. Luckily, the hallway is empty except for us.

Domm spanks me again, then strokes my skin, close to my inner thighs, and I stifle a moan. My whole body is alive, every nerve ending vibrating. My buttocks and thighs quiver and there’s a craving in my core that makes me catch my breath.

I’ve never known pleasure at a male’s hands, but in this moment, I see the possibility. It’s like I know there’s something better coming, and I want it. Right now.

I suck in my breath and let out a small moan. What in the stars is happening?

Domm strokes me again and again until I push up into his hand, not even aware that I’m doing it.

“Veck, I think she likes that,” murmurs Lanz, squeezing one nipple between his knuckles.

“She more than likes it,” agrees Domm. “Beautiful.” He leans over and brushes his mouth across my shoulder. “Mirelle.” He turns me around and cups my chin. He doesn’t look angry or mean, and I’m not scared of him. His purple eyes glint in the light like precious gems. “I need you to listen. If you wish to leave here with us, you need to be respectful to our king. Otherwise, you may end up in the dungeon. I am trying to help you.”

“S-spanking me is helping?” It wasn’t really a spanking. It was...something much more delicious. But I’m flustered by the way their threat aroused me, and my voice is soft.

“Discipline can help, if you trust the source.” He gives a feral grin as if he’s dreaming up a million wicked ways to punish me at this precise moment.

“Trust.” Can I trust these males? I can’t stop looking at his face. His lips.

He pulls me closer. “If we had more time, we’d show you now. Punishment” —his hand slides between my legs, brushing my sex— “and reward.”

My heart starts pounding out of my chest. “I don’t…”

“We’ll both help you acclimate to Zandian life.” Lanz sandwiches my back. “I promise, you don’t need to fear us.” He tugs my hair gently. “At least, not much.”

He strokes my tingling ass. I mewl at the touch, consider pulling away. But it feels good to have him touch me, and he’s so close now that I feel the heat of his body. His breath on my neck. And I like it. More tingles start in my body, this time in my nipples, and a feeling so sweet and yearning deep in my belly that I can’t help but moan once again.

“Veck, I think she’s ready to...,” says Lanz, and then adds something in Zandian. He sounds pleased.