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)
“Yes, please, touch me there, on the clit,” I moan and arch up, seeking his fingers. His breath lights me up, along with those magic fingers.
“In the future, you’ll ask with your mouth,” he murmurs. “By pleasuring me so thoroughly that I have no choice but to veck you. But for now, this will suffice.”
He puts two fingers into me now and thrusts, and I push back, instinctively moving to make him rub the place that burns.
“Next time you’ll wait for it.” His voice is a little harder. “I’m going to edge you over and over, and I’ll punish you for coming too soon. But this time, we’ll let you enjoy it freely.”
I don’t even know what he means, and at this moment, I don’t care. All I want is the crest that’s coming. I’m on a wave, and it’s growing, and it’s going to crash. His fingers move inside me. Another finger strokes my clit, and together they make my body wind tighter and tighter, and I’m going to….
I scream, and the whole world explodes in a starburst of colors and brilliant pangs of pleasure, as my orgasm rips through me, making me shudder with pure pleasure.
It goes on and on until I’m delirious, and then I collapse back onto him, my pussy spasming with joy, skin damp with exertion, quivering with joy. I’m spread open, completely wet with my recent arousal, naked for him–and I love it.
“Daven.”
I’ve never felt anything like it. Who knew life could hold such treasure for a lowly slave like me?
There are sudden tears on my cheeks, but I’m not sad: I’m happier than I’ve been. “Daven,” I say again and press into his body as if it’s the only thing I can do. If feeling this good and safe requires obeying his commands, I’ll gladly do it every second of every planet rotation. “Thank you, Master.”
Daven
Veck, do I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted any female. The urge to throw her down and shove my cock into her, ride her hard until I fill her with my rainbow cum, almost has me snarling in desire. I’m so hard it’s painful, but now’s not the time. She needs to trust me. I’m going to work her over hard next time, that’s a given, but now she needs to relax. Trust that I’ll do this right.
“Are you crying?” The streaks on her face distract me from my iron hard arousal. I touch a tear. “Did I hurt you?”
Ironic, maybe, but there’s a difference between the pain I want to cause and the pain I don’t. We Zandians push our humans to a place where pleasure and pain mix but not beyond.
“No, it’s not that. You did, a little, but not…” She flushes and looks shy. “You made me feel so good.” She sounds reverent. “I’ve never…my body hasn’t…I didn’t know.”
I smile, filled with expansive pride. Yeah that’s vecking right. This is my female, I own her and her pretty body, and I gave her that first screaming orgasm of her life.
“You’re going to do it again,” I promise then add a warning: “But only on my command. Is that clear?”
“Um, yes?” She looks up at me with wide eyes.
I hadn’t planned on doing that, but it feels right. “That pussy belongs to me,” I growl, reaching down to finger her again. “And this, too.” I brush her clit. She’s sensitive now that she just came, and she squeaks and jerks her hips. I push back and stroke her clit again, forcing her to take it. “You don’t touch it unless I specifically allow it.” Yes, this is how it’s going to go. I’m going to own her responses.
“But..”
“No buts. Hands back, Sia. If I find out that you’ve touched yourself without permission, you will be punished. Hard. What I did this planet rotation will feel like a whisper on your ass. And I will find out. Because you're not going to lie to me ever again, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice is high and needy.
I flick her clit, and she cries out, squirms, but she’s trapped against me and can’t get away. “And I touch you when and where I want, without reservation.”
“Yes, Master!” she squeals as I finger her, roughly, then softly. Teasing.
“For example.” I run the pad of my index finger over her, again and again, until she’s breathing hard. She’s even wetter than before, and I can tell she’s starting to feel the need.
“Like this.” I continue touching, over and over, until she trembles and grabs my forearm.
“Daven, harder, please, harder.” She tries to grind against the pad of my palm. “Like this, please,” she pants.
I flip her over instantly and smack her ass, hard. “What did I tell you?”
She’s startled and stiffens up, so I smack her again. “Relax for your spanking, Sia.”