Claimed by the Zandian Read online Renee Rose, Rebel West (Zandian Brides #6)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
<<<<614151617182636>57
Advertisement


I hold her in place. This will be fun. I’m going to tease her mercilessly before I let her come—show her who’s in charge. Make her want it more than anything she’s ever wanted in her life.

Zina

I’m naked on his lap and I want more. I want to feel him, touch him, have his body in mine. I’ve never done this before but it’s like my body knows what to do. And I’ve heard from other humans how the mechanics work, of course.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but after all I’ve been through? Mother Earth, it’s magnificent to just—feel good. To let my mind shut off and my body experience pleasure. I’m ready to cry with how beautiful it feels to be caressed this way, to feel touch from a being who wishes to bring me pleasure, not pain.

He won’t take off my cuffs, and it’s driving me mad with desire. He’s driving me mad.

“Ah!” I cry out, my mind going black, then filling with color. He strokes me now, his fingers so expertly touching and gliding that I think I’m about to die. A feeling rises in my belly that rivals anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve touched myself before, in bed at night, but it’s never felt this good. This powerful.

“Shhh, not yet,” he whispers. “I’m just getting started.”

“No,” I moan. I love it and hate it. I want this sensation to go on forever; I need it to grow and explode, because if he holds me here in this range I’m going to die with need.

“Ah, but humans don't say no to their Zandian masters,” he chides. And before I can respond, he pulls me to the side and spanks my ass a few times.

“Ouch,” I gasp, but although it stings, I like it. Maybe even love it. Is that depraved? I don’t like being punished by a cruel overlord who wields a shock stick. But this intimate mixture of pleasure-pain is something altogether different.

I don’t sense any cruelty in him. And he actually seems to want my pleasure. He pushes a finger between my thighs, into my core, and strokes. I nearly ignite.

“Tarek,” I beg.

“Like this?” he does it again. Again. Then, to my surprise, he slides a finger lubricated with my juices into my back hole.

“Eep.” I squeak in alarm and clench my buttocks, but release my muscles a second later when he strokes my pussy again.

“It’s okay, you’ll like this,” he promises.

And he’s right. With a finger in my pussy and another in my ass, his hands working my body, I start to build to that glorious pinnacle that’s waiting for me, just beyond my vision. I close my eyes and almost sob as he increases the pressure on my skin, little by little.

I’m sweating and completely wet between the thighs and I don’t care. I love it.

I feel his cock beneath my body. “Uncuff me,” I beg. “I can touch you too. Give you pleasure in return.”

He continues to stroke my body. “Tell me you want to come,” he demands. “If you ask nicely, I’ll give you permission.”

“I don’t want to ask for that.” In the middle of my passion, I feel the burn of irritation at his ownership.

“Then you don’t get what you want.” He pulls his fingers from my body.

I feel so lost and empty without his touch. “No, please.” I beg immediately, widening my legs. “Please. I’ll ask you. Please touch me, make me come.”

“You’ll let me own you like this? Control your pleasure? Anytime I want?” He pinches my clit softly, then strokes. Up. Down. Up. Down.

I give up all control. “Yes, yes, just please.”

“Ask me to spank you. Then I’ll let you come.”

“Please spank me.” I say it without reservation, and the truth is that I want that burn on my ass. I like the way it feels. I like his ownership of my body, because what he’s doing right now—so skillfully and masterfully—is also enacted with precision and care.

“Anytime, Zina.” He maneuvers me so that my ass points up to the ceiling of the craft, and he spanks me again, again, again. Each smack makes me burn hotter until I can’t stand it.

I utter a strangled cry, and he seems to know just what I mean.

“Then come.” His hands are back at my ass and pussy, and he works me like magic, and my mind and body explode in a symphony of pleasure so abrupt and magnificent that I cry out over and over again.

Tarek

She lies on my lap, exhausted, panting, bathed in sweat and arousal. Her nipples are taut with pleasure, and I bend down and suckle them as she comes down from her peak.

She smiles and gives a moan of pleasure and her eyelids flicker. Her cuffed hands rest on her flat stomach. “That was… I don’t even have words.”


Advertisement

<<<<614151617182636>57

Advertisement