Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Master,” I whisper again. “I’m so happy I’m yours.”
“You are mine. Forever, Sia. I won’t let anything happen to you or your friends. No matter what,” he promises.
Of course, I understand him. Our fates have not yet been decided. We are all subject to the king here.
But knowing Daven will protect me keeps all anxiety at bay. I have a master now. A mate. That’s all that matters to me.
Daven
“It’s time for your punishment, little one.”
I’ve tended to Sia’s wounds and fed her. Axe let me know that the debriefing went well. Katia recovered as soon as the chips were deactivated.
Mirelle, Lanz and Domm returned safely and were debriefed. I have to assume the two warriors are also lovingly taking their female to task right now.
I’m satisfied that Sia appears aroused and alert but not particularly afraid. She trusts me. She likes to submit to me–just as it should be.
This is the reason humans are so compatible with our species, I presume. This sexual bonding makes relations so intensely satisfying for both species. The same weakness that made humans ideal for enslavement by the Ocretions makes them absolutely perfect citizens of Zandia.
Once bonded, they are fiercely loyal. Endlessly giving. Perfectly aligned with the good of the planet.
At least that’s how I see it now.
Before Sia, I wasn’t so sure. Especially after Illiana.
But she’s shown me what the other mated Zandians have sworn to be true–human females were made for us.
I stand her in front of me. She clasps her hands in front of her and lowers her gaze.
“No, look at me.” I separate her hands, so I can see her pretty pussy.
She lifts her chin to gaze into my eyes.
“Beautiful female,” I purr, stroking one palm down her arm as the other slides over her hip.
I scent her arousal almost immediately, a heady perfume that makes my horns thicken and pulse.
“You’re going to be punished for putting your life at risk on Larew.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispers, sweet as honey.
I stand and pull a large, square, padded footrest to the center of the room. “Straddle this and lie down,” I command.
She obeys, presenting a perfect, beautiful target for my hand. Her buttocks are spread apart at the end of the stool. Her tits press against the opposite end, so her head hangs off.
I slap my hand down on one side of her ass.
She gasps, but holds still.
I watch as my handprint blooms on her olive skin.
I give her other cheek the same treatment then begin her spanking in earnest, alternating right and left until she’s gasping and whimpering.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “You’re taking your punishment so well.”
“Thank you, Master,” she whimpers.
I stand back to admire my handiwork. Her ass has taken on a rosy glow. I’m torn between using the strap or vecking her pretty ass. It looks far too inviting in this position to pass by the opportunity.
I settle for a brief strapping before her ass-vecking.
“Put your legs together and slide forward so your hands touch the floor,” I instruct.
I’m satisfied when she obeys without complaint.
I pick up the strap. “I’m going to give you ten stripes, and then I’m going to show you where you get vecked when you’ve been naughty.”
She makes an unintelligible sound.
I bring the strap down with a snap, right across the middle of her buttocks.
She squeals.
I rub away the sting, then deliver another stroke. “Are you going to put yourself at risk again, little human?”
“No, Master!” she cries, kicking up one foot.
I give her three more strokes. “We’re halfway through.” I stop to rub again. “You’re taking it so well.”
“Thank you, Master.” She sounds a little pouty, but I find it adorable.
I deliver the last five strokes with slow, even precision, striping down to where thigh meets buttock then back up again to the center of her ass. “Good girl,” I praise when we’re finished. “Now move back to the previous position.”
As she complies, I get a lubricant. I release a dollop between her cheeks, then massage it into the rosebud of her anus. I go slowly, prying her open with my finger, making her moan with pleasure.
“Do you like when I take your ass, pretty human?”
“Um…”
“Hmm?”
She doesn’t answer. I laugh. “Is that a no, but you don’t want to tell me? Or is it a mixture of yes and no?”
“A mixture of yes and no,” she admits.
I pump my finger in and out of her ass. “I’ll teach you to like it, sweet girl. Even when it’s punishment, you should feel the pleasure.”
She moans.
I remove my finger and slide off my leggings, rubbing more lubricant liberally over my cock.
“Reach back and hold your cheeks wide for me, naughty human,” I tell her.
I’ve never seen anything so erotic or beautiful as my sweet mate obeying my command. I have to force myself to go slowly, to rub between her legs to make sure she’s slick and wet there first.