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)
I give her a few hard ones, even harder than before.
She wails and kicks her legs. Her ass is a pretty pink, the stripes from the strap standing out as dull red lines. It won’t leave welts or lasting marks–I didn’t go that hard. I don’t plan on doing that to her, at least not now, but she’ll feel it tomorrow for sure. “Daven! Master!”
She’s feeling the mix of pleasure and pain that I love to bring to my females. It makes them so compliant and seems to enhance their orgasms significantly. She’ll hate it and like it and come to crave it, every time.
I want her so badly that my vision is blurry, but I force myself to make this all about her–this time.
“Let’s try this,” I growl, depositing her on the sleeping platform. “Spread, Sia.”
I pull her thighs apart, and she’s only too happy to help, digging her heels into the covers and arching her hips up, as if she knows what I’m going to do. Still, when I kneel down and put my mouth to her, she cries out and trembles, and I have to grab her thighs so she doesn’t get away. It’s only a second before she’s back to wanting it, pushing her pussy at my face, crying out little sounds that aren’t even words.
“This is mine,” I growl, licking her slit, tonguing her clit. “All mine. I’ll be the one who gives you pleasure, Sia. Just me.”
“Yes, Master!” She's barely coherent. Her body keens for the pleasure.
“Don’t come,” I order. “Hold it.”
Then I deliberately swirl my tongue around her clit, in an effort to make it hard for her to resist.
“Daven,” she whimpers. “I can’t.”
“You can. And you will.” I reach up and pinch a nipple. “And it will be my pleasure to teach you.”
I lick her again, for long seconds, until she’s begging.
“Daven, I swear, I’m trying, but it’s coming, I can’t!” She’s desperate.
I’m a little sadistic, I know, but it pleases me to torture her this way.
“So you want another spanking?” I pinch her nipple harder. “If you come too soon, I’ll punish you until you cry, sweet human. And that’s after you come. It won’t be nearly as fun then, you know.”
“I know, but I can’t!” she wails, her whole body tense.
“Hmm, that’s a dilemma then, isn’t it?” I make my voice soft. “Let’s see how you solve it.”
I proceed to use my skills to drive her nearly mad, bringing her to the brink, then pulling back just before she crests. She might think she’s holding off–she’s trying, but she doesn’t know that I’m helping her just enough to let her succeed.
Finally I relent. I lick her to a crescendo of sensation, then demand, “Come for me, Sia. Now. Come on my tongue, little human.”
And she does. With a scream, she grabs her pleasure and rides my face hard, spreading her delicious essence over my mouth as her whole body convulses in her orgasm.
When she comes down, she babbles something incoherent into my neck. I hold her, and to my surprise, it’s only minutes before she falls asleep.
Maybe it’s not such a strange thing. I just gave her the first orgasms of her life, and I have to say that they were vecking amazing.
I watch her for a moment. Her curls riot around her shoulders, and her ass is pink. She looks achingly beautiful. I run my fingers over her softly, so I don’t wake her, forcing myself to stop before I have the urge to wake her and do it all over again. I pull a spidersilk cover over her body.
But my own flesh has powerful needs, and I can’t wait any longer. While I watch her slumber, I grab my aching cock and stroke hard, groaning with pleasure as I think about how good it will feel when I finally come inside her tight body. Remembering how wet she got, how good she smells and tastes. When I come, it’s hard and powerful and so good that I want to roar and fall onto her, grab her tightly, and never let her go. My little human.
I push that thought away as I clean up and put on fresh clothing. She’s not really mine. This is temporary. King Zander didn’t give her to me as a mate, he placed her with me for business reasons. It’s my duty to bond with her and get her to trust me, give me the information we so badly need. I don’t know what will happen once she remembers everything and we give the updates to Dr. Daneth and King Zander. Besides, I know she’s lying to me. I can’t trust her, even though my body is magnetized by her, and, I have to remind myself, she may be a danger to Zandia. I would never want to even consider taking a mate who’s tainted like that. No matter how much I felt like I knew her when we first met, like she was meant for me, that was just my hormones. Or something. After all, I’ve made big mistakes before, trusting beings I shouldn’t have. I won’t go there again. Not ever. As much as I can’t trust her right now, I can’t trust myself either. Let’s hope I don’t forget it.