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)
He slaps the strap into his palm, and the sound cracks out across the room, making me jump.
He smirks. “Stand in front of me, Sia.”
Wordless, I get to my feet and obey. I feel like I’m walking in a dream. I’m shocked at what he plans to do, but part of me–that special place between my thighs–is electrified at the idea.
“Lift up your gown.”
“But I….” I thought he’d just grab me and do it, like in the pod. My face gets even hotter.
He slaps the strap into his hand again, harder. “Delays only add more spanks, Sia. You’ll learn that, too. What I’m asking is not hard. Take the fabric with both hands and lift it up past your waist.”
Daven
Sia’s face flushes with confusion and–I suspect–desire. I need to start pushing her–just enough. She’s been dodging my questions for the past few planet rotations, and I know she’s deliberately not telling me what she’s remembering. That needs to stop. I think she’s ready for the human training to begin. I know humans are receptive to the discipline when delivered in a sexual manner. In fact, they may even come to crave it. I can only hope that will be true for her as well.
“Sia.”
She gulps then slowly takes hold of her dress. “But you’ll see my, my…”
“That I will.” I raise an eyebrow. “Your panties. And more. Up.” I nod my head.
She hesitates. I can see she’s torn between her desire to obey and her embarrassment.
I stare at her until she finally starts to lift her dress. As the fabric skims her thighs, she licks her lips, and something flares in her pupils.
Ah, there it is. My little human does like this. I’m on the right track.
“Higher.”
She obeys. “That’s as high as I can hold it.” Her voice is defiant but also needy. Oh, yes–she doesn’t even know how badly she wants to be owned.
“Good. Stay like that.”
I stand and stalk around her, observing her from all angles. Veck, what a perfect little ass she has, two gorgeous pale globes barely covered by the gossamer silk of her undergarments. Her thighs tremble, probably from nerves or anticipation. Possibly both.
“Widen your legs.” I slide the strap between her thighs and push at the left one.
She squeals and jumps a little bit, but obeys.
“Yes, Master.” She moves her leg out a few inches.
“Wider.”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice wavers as she steps her legs apart.
“Good.” I tap the inside of her thigh very lightly, not a slap, just a touch, and she gasps.
My cock is already rock hard.
“Stay like that until I tell you otherwise. Don’t move a muscle.” I tap her other inner thigh.
She sucks in a breath. “Yes, Master.” It’s a whisper.
I take the bag just out of eyesight and begin arranging a few items on the surface of the storage unit. I can tell she’s dying to look–her whole body vibrates with a nervous curiosity.
“Master, what are you–”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” I open the soft pouch that holds the anal trainer. Dr. Daneth said that some humans respond especially well when this device is coupled with a spanking, and I intend to find out.
I walk to the hovercouch and sit down with the strap and the trainer. “Walk over here, keeping your dress up.”
She obeys, and I almost catch my breath at how sexy she looks. The panties ride high on her thighs and barely cover her cleft.
Her eyes widen when she sees the silver bulbous trainer glinting in the light from the window, and she blinks rapidly.
“Come closer, Sia.” My voice is a low growl.
I grab her waist and pull her closer, until she’s right in front of me. I can smell her arousal, and I know that if I touched her between the legs, she’d be wet. She probably doesn’t even know why.
Veck, I need to be careful here.
“Over my lap.”
She makes a little whimper but doesn’t resist as I pull her down over my thighs, keeping her dress draped up over her back and shoulders to present her ass to me.
“Have you been spanked before?” I rub her skin with my hand. It’s perfect, like the rest of her. Taut, soft, smooth.
“No, Master.” Her voice is low.
I keep rubbing, soft, slow, and she responds by pushing her ass up into my hand. “Have you been asked to present your body to your Master like this?”
“No.” Her voice is a little breathier now. “Never.”
“Get used to it,” I advise her. “I’ll be asking for this whenever I want.”
She moans.
I take my time, rubbing over her panties, then sliding my fingers under them to touch the skin hidden by the small scrap of silk.
“Spread your thighs a little,” I order.
She does it without question. I slide my fingers lower, over the part of her panties that covers her little asshole and even push in a little so the fabric sticks in her hole.