Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Her scent changes—arousal? Just as I’d heard. Humans love their discipline, so long as they trust the master who applies it. So long as pleasure centers are also activated. I act without thinking—I cup the back of her head with one strong hand and pull her up to me. Claim her mouth.
She sighs, a little soft sound, then she kisses me back. Eager. She shifts on my lap, adjusting herself, until my cock is even harder than before. Harder than I thought it could get. She grabs at me with her small cuffed hands, tugging my flight suit at the chest, as if she wants me to remove it.
I don’t know which to touch first—her breast, or the spot between her legs. So, I start with my hand on her waist, then let my fingers trail up, slowly.
“Tarek,” she whispers. “That feels… good. Is this the punishment?”
“I’m preparing you for the punishment,” I tell her.
Maybe it’s true—I don’t know. I understand punishment of human females is tied tightly to sexual pleasure. Usually the pleasure comes after punishment as a reward for submission, but why not switch things up?
Her eyes are shut, according to my sensors, and her body is relaxed in my grasp. “Take off the cuffs?”
“Nope.” I adjust her body on my lap and bend down to bite her neck. “Those stay on.”
I squeeze one nipple through the thick fabric of her camo jacket, and she moans a little and sucks in a breath. I do it again, harder. “And I like that they’re on, because with your hands out of the way, I can do… this.” I slide my palm down her leg, over her thigh.
She parts her legs and tilts up her hips, so I keep going. “You see?” I press my palm against her clit, through her breeches, and she pushes into me harder. “Easy access, Zina. Just how I like it.”
I lick her neck and bite it, hard, and she makes an unintelligible sound and tosses her head back onto my shoulder. “Please,” she murmurs.
“Please what?” I stroke between her legs, again and again, knowing the pressure is enough to tantalize her, but not enough to give her any kind of meaningful release.
“Just, mmmm,” she moans, and I flick my finger at her clit through the cloth, hard. If she were naked, it would hurt, but through the layers of protection, I figure it’s just right.
“You like that?” I whisper.
“Yes.” She wiggles and opens her legs wider, letting her injured one slope down off my lap. “Don’t you?”
“Oh, I vecking love it. Ask me to remove your clothing if you want more.”
“Remove my clothing,” she whispers, yanking my suit.
I flip her over and slap her ass, hard. “Ask nicely.”
“Ouch!” she cries out, but it's more from surprise than pain.
“Oh, I might have forgotten to mention, little human.” I spank her again, just as hard. “We Zandians like to give our females the right incentive to obey.” I give her a few sharp spanks on her upper thighs. “Just. Like. This.”
“Ow, stop it!” She twists and my facial recognition sensors tell me she’s glaring. But oh, I can smell her arousal getting stronger by the second. And her heartbeat is faster. This human likes what I’m doing. She just isn’t ready to submit.
“I’ll stop if you do what I want,” I tell her. Then I smack her ass again for good measure.
She’s breathing hard. “Remove my clothing… please.”
I reward her with a few strokes between the legs. “I want to hear you beg.” I spank her again.
I know it can’t hurt much through the thick trousers, but I figure she feels a little sting. She wriggles and pushes her hips up as if she wants more. Veck, I’ve heard that humans like their discipline, but I’ve never actually been intimate with one of them. My experiences have been off planet with pleasure workers of other species.
I’d never want to really hurt Zina, especially not now when she’s just been rescued. But veck if I don’t want to spank her until her ass is pink and she’s crying out with need for my cock. Telling me she’ll do whatever I want.
“I beseech you…” Her voice is breathy. “Take off my clothes. Touch me. Please. It feels so good.”
“Glad to oblige.” In a moment, I rip the fabric of her pants and pull them down her narrow hips, tossing the garment aside. Her jacket and undershirt go next. Her thighs are lean and strong, and as I run my fingers over her skin, I find she’s already so wet that her dewy moisture is slick between her legs.
“Veck, Zina,” I curse, and tap her clit gently, so softly she can probably barely feel it.
She responds as if I hit her with a burst of lightning. “Tarek!” She twists her body and contorts it, trying to get her clit back to my finger. “Oh, sweet Mother Earth.”