Mastered by the Zandians (Zandian Brides 3)

“Time to please Lanz.” I give her one last lick. “You’ll wear these the entire time, Mirelle. No complaints, not even when it’s my turn to strap you.”

She gasps, but gets on her knees in front of Lanz. Opens her mouth like the best little sex slave in the universe.

Mirelle

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My nipples are on fire, and so is my ass. But I revel in it. There’s nothing more satisfying, physically, than being on my knees, my body aching for release, obeying my two masters.

My jaw aches as I suck Lanz’ cock, and my eyes drip tears of concentration. I’m sweaty and my thighs are sticky with my own juices, my need to orgasm...and I’ve never felt better.

“My turn to spank her. You want to come in her mouth, or wait?”

“I say we take her at once. Go ahead and get her ready for us.”

“With pleasure.”

They talk about me like this and and it makes me burn hotter. I whimper as Domm picks me up and places me on the sleep disk, on my stomach. I hiss at the way my nipples ache, pushed into the fabric with the pressure of my body, but it makes my pussy needy. “Please.”

“Please what?” He slaps my ass once. “Hands and knees while I take my turn. I think we’ll use the stick.”

He shows me a long, thin cane-like implement made of a thin pliant wood. “Six with this, Mirelle, and you’ll be doing anything we want.”

“I already do anything you want.” I arch my back, terrified of the cane. Craving it. Both at once.

“Well, just to keep it that way. Spread your thighs more.” He watches intently as I position myself to his liking. “Good.”

Without warning, he raises his arm and I hear the swish, crack, and then my ass explodes into flames. I jerk and cry out. “Domm!”

“Will you ever leave us again?” He lays a second stripe below the first one.

I groan with concentration, forcing myself not to leap up and reach back, make this stop. Grit my teeth. “No!”

“We care about you so much. You’re our life. We need to be honest and trust each other always.” He delivers the third, and tears well up in my eyes. Not at the pain, necessarily, although it does hurt. No, it’s more from the knowledge that I put my mates through a nightmare of worry while I was gone, and endangered them when they came to my rescue.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper the words.

He stops and strokes my shoulder. My hair. “We are, too. We kept you imprisoned—away from what you love. I know now that this will only work, for all of us, if you can do what you need and love.”

“You know from now on, I’ll be honest with you.”

“Because I’m whipping you?” The fourth comes down across my thighs and I nearly leap from the bed.

I pant. “No. No!” I catch my breath. “Because…it’s better that way.”

“Good answer.” He strikes across both cheeks, hard, and I start to cry.

He stops and rubs his hand over my welts, making me dance away from him. Lanz comes over and holds me in place so I can’t dodge, and I’m forced to accept his ministrations.

“It is better that way. And you do recognize that we are your superior officers in the field, and as such, are allowed to discipline and train you as necessary to follow commands.”

“I do recognize that.” I gasp. “Domm, please.” I need his cock so badly, and my ass is on fire.

“One more. Hardest one. Tell me why you came back.”

“Because I love you. Because this is the life I want, for myself and other humans.”

He brings the cane down hard and I cry out, and then he tugs me into his arms. “And it’s what we want, too.”