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 summon my courage. “I feel like I deserve a reward, though. For being so good. Don’t you agree…Master?” I shift on his lap. Now that I’m not caught up in the emotion, I can feel that part of his body is rock hard beneath my thighs. A very interesting part. He makes a small groan, and victorious because I was able to summon that sound from him, I do it again. “You like that, Master?”
Is that my voice, all sultry and slow? Teasing? Where in the mother Earth did that come from?
I don’t know, but I do it again. “I feel like we have things to resolve.”
He growls and grabs me, and his hands go from tender to powerful in a second. “You think you deserve a reward, do you?” He laughs. “Oh, sweet human, the things you’re going to do to earn your release. You don’t even have a clue.”
“So teach me.” It comes out in a whisper, hoarse and wild. “Daven.”
I look up at him, at those gorgeous eyes, at his face, and see that his horns are rigid and hard. Entranced, I reach up and wrap my fingers around one. His whole body tenses, and I can tell that he liked it, but he grabs my hand.
“Don’t. Touch. Without. Permission,” he snaps, but his hand is gentle as he holds mine away from his body. “Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” I shift, the need between my thighs impossible to ignore. “Why not?”
“My horns are…sensitive.” He clears his throat. “When it’s time for you to touch, I’ll let you know.” His voice is all growly and makes my stomach flip.
“But since you have indeed pleased me, we’ll see how you like this.” He reaches down and urges my legs apart. “Have you ever been touched here, Sia?”
“No.” I grab his hand, half wanting to push it further, harder against my body, half timid–holding him back.
“What did I say about touching?” He grabs my throat, a firm grip.
I gasp. It doesn’t hurt, but I immediately let go. “You said not to.”
“Correct,” he tells me. “Right now, you keep those hands to yourself. Grab again, and you’ll be back over my lap for another twenty hard ones with the strap.”
I suck in a breath. “Yes, Master.”
He positions me so my back is against his chest and spreads my legs, one on each broad thigh. I feel the cool air of the room on my cleft, and I shudder in anticipation.
“You want something, hmmm?” He trails a finger over my breast. “Let’s see if we can figure out exactly what that is.”
The nipple pebbles in response, and I writhe, shifting my hips upward. He plays and teases until I’m moaning under his ministrations. I no longer have any desire to push his hands away, not even a little bit. I want them all over me, everywhere. Now.
He laughs. “I think you like this.” He squeezes softly, then harder, until I moan. “And this.” He flicks the rigid tip with his fingernail. “You’re so sensitive, veck. I think I could make you come just by doing…this.” He flicks the nipple again and squeezes until there’s a bright pop of pain. I hate it–and I love it. He does it again. And again.
I cry out, arching my body, as sparks of pleasure shoot through my body. It’s growing, this amazing feeling. “Please,” I gasp, not even knowing what I want him to do.
“Please what?” he asks. He teases my nipples, both of them now, with his strong fingers. “Please pinch my nipples, Master? Make them hurt?”
I repeat it quickly. “Please, Master, pinch my…nipples.” I’m embarrassed to say the words, but I need him to keep doing this. “Make them hurt.” But it doesn’t hurt hurt, not really. It’s a clean, good pain that only sparks pleasure. It’s unfathomably amazing.
“Good human,” he murmurs. “And maybe you’d like this, too?” He runs his hands down my sides, over my belly. I breathe in hard, and his lips nuzzle the side of my neck as his fingers trace patterns on my skin, his breath lighting up my body, so it feels like my whole spine is sending delicious sparks up and down.
I don't know if he touches me for minutes or hours, but soon I can’t take it. I need his fingers in a new place, one I’ve not explored before.
He seems to know. “And maybe here?” He brushes the part of my body that craves him.
I almost cry with the beauty of the sensation. “Stars, Daven, there. Please, there. Yes. Oh stars. Don’t stop.”
“In case you didn’t know,” he whispers into my neck, “This…” and he swirls his finger around it slowly, “is your clit. And here…” He moves his finger along my body and ducks it into my opening, “is your pussy. Learn the words, little human. You’re going to ask for what you want. Nicely.”