Mastered by the Zandians (Zandian Brides 3)

“I’d say a good twenty or thirty hard ones, as many as it takes to get her begging nicely.” Domm spanks me again. “And I’d make her count them out loud, except I feel she’s a bit...distracted.” He chuckles. Spanks me again.

“It hurts,” I complain.

“Did I say it wouldn’t?” He spanks me a few times. “I don’t think I did.”

“No, but…”

“Are spankings supposed to hurt? Surely you know the answer.”

“Asshole.”

He slaps me again, harder. I should hate it—and oh, part of me does. but my body is instantly set on flame, each nerve ending full of craving. demanding more. Wanting them so badly I could die.

“Well, then.” He spanks again. “Be grateful we’re not using the belt this time.”

“Because,” Lanz adds, “we have many other implements we can use to punish and discipline your pretty ass as necessary. Not all of them as mild as the belt.”

“Mild?” I suck in my breath. “Ouch.”

“Relatively speaking.” Domm puts his head back between my legs and licks me, and I moan at the sensation.

For the next few minutes, he alternates spanking me and licking me, and after a while I’m so crazy with the dual feelings that I’m almost delirious with need.

“Please, please…” I pant.

My ass is on fire. I can’t take any more. Yet I want more because he’s mixing it up with his tongue, and each smack of his hand on my heated skin makes me burn hotter for his mouth.

“Please what?” he slaps me again.

“Please, I want to…”

“Oh, you want something, do you?” He slaps my ass a few times in rapid succession. “Why don’t you start your request by offering up something in return?”

“Please, Lanz, I’ll suck you just the way you want. Come back and put your cock in my mouth again,” I gasp. “Domm you can take me, too, any way you want, just please, I need…”

“How can I resist such a lovely offer?” Lanz gets up. “About time, too.”

I almost cry in relief and satisfaction when he thrusts his cock back at my mouth, and I lick him eagerly sucking with as much enthusiasm as I can muster.

“I’ll take her from behind,” Domm says. “Spread wider, Mirelle.”

I do it, automatically adjusting my hips as he presses his cock to my entrance. “You’re so wet, this won’t hurt at all,” he whispers, stroking me with his fingers.

I whine around Lanz’s cock, not sure he’s right, but as he presses forward, inch by inch, all I feel is a delicious fullness. And a need for him to move. Right now.

I twitch my hips in anticipation, trying to goad him into action.

“Yes? You’re good?” He grabs my hips and squeezes, his grip firm and strong.

“Mmmm,” I bob my head a little, still licking. “Yes.”

“Then make Lanz happy and I’ll reward you.” He thrusts once, then pulls out.

I moan at the loss. My jaw is sore and I’m drooling a little, but I redouble my efforts. It’s only a few seconds before Lanz’s hands tighten in my hair. “Mirelle, veck,” he cries out, and then he fills my throat with his hot essence.

I’m startled, then nervous, then I just swallow automatically, surprised at how neutral it tastes, almost sweet, and how enjoyable it is to give him this kind of pleasure.

He groans again and again, clenching in my mouth, and I keep licking as long as he does, instinctively knowing that I’m extending his pleasure when I do this.