Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
The rule fell away with our first young, and now with two babies and a reclaimed planet to manage, we have no time for extended intimacy.
I shuck my traditional Zandian white dress and my underclothes and drop to my knees at his feet, wearing nothing but my crystal-studded collar and the crystal piercings he left in my flesh when he formally mated me.
A ghost of a smile plays around Zander’s lips. “I should have hauled you in here for discipline long ago.”
He glances at his cuff. “Ninety-five percent and I haven’t even touched you, yet.”
When he first bought me for breeding, his doctor embedded a sensor in my body to read my arousal. It was meant to help Zander learn how to coax an orgasm from a human female, but in the process, he also learned how much his dominance fans the flames of desire in me.
So yes, it’s my fault the entire human female population of Zandia is held in bondage through the sexual dominance of their mates. My body betrayed us all.
My nipples harden to points and my pussy clenches as I gaze up at my dominant master.
Mate.
Zander’s horns thicken and tilt in my direction, his irises turn more purple. “Here’s what’s going to happen, little slave. I’m going to warm your ass because I told you last night I wanted you to rest this planet rotation and you disobeyed. Then I’m going to ride you until you’re begging for release. And when I finally let you come, you’re going to be so satisfied you fall right to sleep. But if for some reason you wake up and get off the hoverdisk before the young requires her next feeding, we’ll start over. Me turning your ass the color of my skin. You taking my Zandian cock until you scream, and then more sleep. Understand?”
My cheeks heat and I drag my lower lip through my teeth as I nod. “Yes, Master.”
Zander’s eyes gleam dark purple. He fists my hair. “Up, then, little human. Time for your punishment.”
* * *
Zander
The scent of my mate’s arousal fills our chamber. She’s softer and more beautiful than ever, her role as mother and queen giving her not the proud regal edges my mother wore, but something far more yielding. Receptive. Feminine. And yet no less strong. Her softness makes her the most adored figure on our planet, not only by her own species, but also by mine, who have mostly embraced the idea of taking humans as mates. There are still those purists who believe we should seek another way to keep our species from extinction, and those who believe the humans’ food requirements will destroy our planet’s resources, but for the most part, my species are content. We have our planet back. We are gradually acquiring females and breeding. Still not enough yet, but we will get there. We cannot arouse Ocretion suspicion that we’re mating humans rather than enslaving them or there will be conflict.
I settle on a hoverseat and lift her from her kneeling position. Beautiful female. Her body is softer than when I initially bought her. With her agriculture knowledge and my wealth, we’ve managed to find and grow many original Earth-based crops. Lamira’s body has filled out with abundant food. I squeeze her plump ass before bringing my hand down sharply.
She gasps. It’s been a long time since I’ve spanked her, besides the slaps I deliver here and there to excite her. My cock lengthens along my leg in anticipation of really getting her writhing over my lap.
I start slowly, rubbing in between, glorying in the way she tenses and releases, her sharp intakes of breath. Then I increase in speed and intensity. Harming her is never my intention—just delivering the good kind of hurt. The kind that sends her rocketing to climax. Her skin begins to pinken under my hand, but I don’t stop. I want to take my time this planet rotation—make sure she’s truly worked over and satisfied so she can get some much needed rest.
Her gasps turn to whimpers, and her hips writhe in the most intoxicating way over my thighs. My cock thrusts against her hip, eager to join the party.
“Zander,” she gasps. The sensor on my cuff flashes—she’s close to orgasm. I don’t need the sensor anymore. I can read my mate; I know the scent of her arousal, the dilation of her pupils, the sound of her cries. But it entertains me to keep it—the readouts from her body always on me at all times. It keeps me from worry for her safety too—I can check her vitals and location at any moment.
“Your primary duties are to me and our young,” I lecture, spanking a little harder. “And we need you well-rested and healthy. If your king says you require a nap, you will obey, understand little slave?”