Zandian Masters Books 1-4: Alien Warrior Romance

by Renee Rose

  “No?” Only polite surprise tinged his voice. “I’ll show you, then.” He climbed onto the platform and sat with his back against the wall. After widening his legs, he grasped her around the waist and pulled her back flush against his front, her buttocks nested against the bulge in his flight pants.

  He tapped her clitoris lightly with the pad of his index finger. “You know about this spot, I presume.” Tap, tap, tap.

  Her sluggish arousal sputtered back to life, blood rushing to the area.

  “Did you touch yourself here?”

  “No.”

  He slapped her pussy, and she yelped, squeezing her thighs around his hand.

  “Naughty slave.” He picked her knees up and draped them over the outside of his legs, so they were pinned wide open. “Keep them here, or there will be consequences. I expect your full cooperation with your punishments.”

  He slapped her pussy again.

  She sucked her breath in across her teeth and threw her head back on his shoulder.

  “When I tell you to prepare yourself”—he spanked her poor sex with even, firm slaps— “I expect you to obey me.” He delivered five more and swiped the pad of his finger across her sex.

  This time, it slid easily, her natural lubricant flowing.

  “That’s better,” he murmured, spreading the moisture up to her clit and tracing a slow, torturous circle around it. “Maybe all you need is my punishment to get you hot.”

  She flushed. That couldn’t be true, could it? Yet she couldn’t remember ever growing moist, except with him.

  He flipped her around so she lay across his lap then threaded her hand underneath her hips and between her legs. “Stroke yourself, beautiful. Keep it wet while I spank you.”

  She touched her sex, surprised at how plump and swollen her folds had grown.

  Rok brought his palm down on her right cheek, hard.

  She yelped and curled her fingers back into her hand, bracing for the pain.

  Though the hand was underneath her, somehow he knew. He slapped the back of her leg, which hurt even worse, and reached around to replace her fingers. With his digits tangled over hers, he gave her a quick tutorial on how to touch herself, making a tight circle over her clit then thrusting a finger inside her.

  “Keep it going or I’ll spank down here.” He popped her thigh again.

  “No,” she shrieked.

  He chuckled. “Be a good pet, then. Do as you’re told. I need you to learn how to pleasure yourself.”

  Her head swam, as if the concept itself made her dizzy. A master ordering her to pleasure herself was a most bizarre and backward experience. Fingers fluttering between her legs, she tensed her shoulders, every cell in her body listening intently to the sensations created from simultaneous spanking and masturbation.

  He spanked with a heavy hand, slow, measured strokes, without any rubbing or petting in between. The steady and predictable cadence helped her settle into the pain, accepting it, even though it set her bottom on fire.

  After what seemed like an endless duration, Rok picked up speed.

  She cried out in protest, but he once more set up a rhythm, just twice as fast as the last one. Her own fingers picked up the pace as well, matching his thorough spanking with a frantic, jerky pulse. Need coiled inside her, dark and hot. The sensations mingled, pain and desperate desire.

  “Rok,” she gasped, hips bobbing on his lap—whether they were reaching to meet his hand or move away from it, she wasn’t sure.

  “That’s it, beautiful.” His voice sounded deeper than usual. “Say my name when you come, say it.”

  “Rok...Rok!” she shrieked. All the muscles in her pelvic floor tightened. Her thighs tightened, squeezing her hand tightly between them. Her butt cheeks clenched. Under her fingers, her pelvic floor contracted six, seven times. All the while, Rok kept spanking her, even harder, now, and so fast the sensations exploded into one giant tumultuously satisfying event.

  She lost track of time, of herself, of everything. Not in the way she normally “went out” during sex. Not like that at all. She felt only pleasure—glorious, satisfying. Bone-deep.

  When awareness came filtering back in, she was lying collapsed over Rok’s lap, with his large hand running slow circles over her flaming ass.

  “Rok,” she croaked.

  Once more, she wanted to cry. Not out of sadness. Not out of humiliation or frustration or anger. Not for any reason other than that she felt wrung out. Maybe that had been what happened last night, too.

  A blanket fell around her shoulders, and when Rok rolled her up against his torso, she was cradled like a baby.

  “Good, pet. Sweet, beautiful female.”

  She squeezed her eyes closed and tucked her face into his chest, unable to bear looking at him.

  “I’m going to let you hide for about ten more seconds, and then you’re going to let me look in your eyes so I can see what’s going on.”

  Another mini-orgasm ran through her at that. This new brand of mastery, of dominance that demanded she bare her soul, not just surrender her body, gave him a terrible power over her.

  A terrible, wonderful power.

  Her body began to shake, and Rok wrapped her up tighter. Her eyes fluttered open.

  “You’re fine, beautiful. They’re just aftershocks. It will pass soon. I’ve got you.” He offered her a tube of sweet fluid, which she sipped.

  “I have something that might help, actually. A human food—medicinal—originally from Earth.” He rocked her close. “After the shakes go away, I’ll get you some.”

  Tears burned behind her eyes. Veck. She didn’t want to cry—not again. She struggled to keep it in, holding her breath, but Rok gripped her chin and tipped her face up to his. “Are you crying again?”

  She shook her head but the torrent released in a ridiculous snort-sob, tears leaking from both eyes.

  He wrapped his hand around the side of her head and kissed her hair. “Let’s get you that treat.”

  She pressed her body against him, not wanting him to put her down, but he seemed to understand. He climbed off the bed with her cradled in his arms then swung her around to carry her on one hip, like a child carried by a parent.

  She felt ridiculous and tall and pleased all at once. A giggle escaped her lips.

  Rok smiled up at her, his violet eyes warm.

  Her chest swelled so large, she thought it would burst.

  He carried her to a cabinet, which he unlocked with his palm print on the panel. Inside were stacks and stacks of black bricks. “I received them in trade. I’d planned to sell them to the wealthy in Ocretia, but once I tasted it, I decided to keep it for myself.” He unwrapped one brick, sliced the end off it, and popped it into her mouth.

  She puckered at the bitterness and made a face. “I think it’s gone bad.”

  He shook his head. “No, it hasn’t. It’s just better sweetened. I’ll make you a nice drink with it, later, but let this melt on your tongue. You’ll be restored in no time.”

  She let the bitter dark slice dissolve in her mouth. “What’s it called?”

  He grinned. “Chocolate. It was considered a food of the gods and an elixir of life in ancient human civilizations. You ought to know these things—” He’d been teasing, but he broke off, probably realizing she’d have no chance to know anything about her species as a slave. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “Of course you wouldn’t know.”

  Her body began to hum, energy from the chocolate enlivening her.

  “You’re feeling it.”

  She’d never had a master—or any other being for that matter—pay so much attention to her. It was addictive—more heady than the chocolate buzzing through her veins.

  To reward her thoughtful master, she gripped one of his horns and sank her mouth down on the other one.

  “Holy veck,” he growled, lurching and sending her unbalanced weight careening in a circle. “Little girl, you have exactly twenty planet rotations to stop that.”

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sp; She gave a husky laugh, her mouth still stretched wide over his horn. Her tongue laved the side, lips suctioned over it.

  “Veeeeck, little pet.” The arm under her ass boosted her higher. The position was perfect, as she sat high above his head and it was easy to angle her mouth down around the frisky horns.

  “Other side, other side, other side,” he rasped. He’d leaned his hip against the sleeping platform and had his free hand in his flight pants, stroking his length.

  She switched horns, staring at his enormous malehood when he pulled it from his pants. It grew, a drop of rainbow pre-cum glistening on the tip. She wanted to have that huge organ in her mouth instead.

  “Do you want me to suck him instead?”

  Rok groaned. “Yes—no. Veck, I don’t know. I wish there were two of you.” His slipping control encouraged her and took the bite away from the insinuation that she wasn’t enough on her own. “Lily…” He made a quick reverse, so his opposite hip faced the sleeping platform—the one with her on it. She climbed onto her knees, the blanket that had hung around her shoulders falling down.

  She worked faster, using both hands now—one on each horn, her tongue switching between the stiffened protuberances.

  He barked a curse then thrust her away.

  Her momentary offense drained away when she saw the dark lust in his eyes. He shoved her to her ass then pushed her on her back and dragged one horn down the center of her naked body, groaning the entire time.

  When he reached her core, he rubbed her clit clumsily with the horn then adjusted his head and penetrated her with the other one.

  She gasped and gripped his free horn, pulling his head up, disappointed when the horn did not sink deep enough inside her to satisfy.

  “Roll over.” His deep, gravelly voice reverberated through her entire body. “I told you I’d take this luscious little ass today. The time has come.” The swish of his palm over her still heated skin made her arch her bottom up to him and purr.

  He moved from the sleeping platform, and she watched him walk to one of the cabinets, his huge member bobbing in front of him. A pang of anxiety twisted.

  He would never fit.

  Not in her anus.

  He returned with a jar of some kind of oil or salve, which he slathered over his enormous cock.

  “Rok...I don’t think...it’s too big.”

  “I don’t think it’s too big, either.” He smirked, deliberately misunderstanding her. “It’s punishment, remember, pet? You’ll have to stretch to let me in. You’ll find full surrender when I master you this way, little slave.”

  Her anxiety only ratcheted higher, but she didn’t dare argue with him.

  He stuffed two pillows under her hips to raise her backside. “Hold your cheeks open, pet. I’m going to veck you until you scream.”

  His words did not reassure.

  Her fingers twisted into the worn fabric of the platform covering.

  Please don’t hurt me.

  “Lily.” His voice cracked with sharp command.

  She jumped then replayed his previous command in her mind, listening this time. Reluctantly, she opened, realizing the full humiliation of holding her own ass wide for his plunder.

  He rubbed some of the lubricant on her anus.

  She closed her eyes and did what she did best—disappeared. Dropped out of her body and hung in limbo, somewhere else. No—nowhere.

  Rok nudged her rear hole with the head of his cock and she observed it as if from far away—noticing, but with complete detachment.

  “Lily.” The sharpened tone brought her back again.

  What command had she failed to obey now?

  Abruptly, her world spun, and she found herself on her back, looking into Rok’s angry face.

  “Where did you go?”

  She blinked at him. Vecking excrement. This male was far too perceptive.

  “Don’t you dare go dead on me like that. You think I want to veck a wax doll?”

  Figuring the question was rhetorical, she didn’t answer. Or maybe it was because she hadn’t fully returned.

  Rok picked up her ankles and held them in the air with one hand, leaving his other hand free to punish her. He slapped her ass, the backs of her legs, and her exposed pussy with hard, attention-demanding spanks. The poisoned bite on her ankle throbbed, but Rok hadn’t noticed it.

  All her numbness dissipated as the shock of each stinging slap set her nerves on fire.

  “Rok, please,” she gasped, twisting her hips to dodge the blows to no avail.

  The moment he stopped spanking her, his thumb penetrated her ass, sinking to the knuckle.

  The invasion wasn’t nearly as unpleasant as she’d expected. In fact, her pussy pulsed, clenching and releasing on air with excitement.

  “You don’t want my cock in this ass?” he growled, pumping his thumb inside her. “This ass that I own for the next twenty planet rotations?”

  “I…” Her tongue worked in her dry mouth. She couldn’t quite bring herself to admit she wanted it, but flames licked her core, need growing larger.

  “Look at me.” His voice snapped like a whip.

  She gazed around her legs at him.

  He removed his thumb from her ass, and she registered its loss with disappointment.

  “Don’t look away.” The command came softly this time. He pulled her cheeks open and pushed his cock against her anus. Her feet found his shoulders, and he wrapped his huge hands around the front of her thighs to brace her for his thrust.

  She whimpered her protest, not daring to move as he stretched her wide. “Rok...please.”

  He held her gaze, easing forward. “Whose ass is this?”

  She thrust her breasts into the air and moaned.

  Her reaction to his words shocked her. Why did she like the dominant way he claimed ownership of her? She’d never gloried in being owned by any male. Yet, his possessiveness tweaked her. For the first time, she felt desirable, not as just an owned body, but as Lily, the female locked in Rok’s violet gaze.

  He pushed the head of his cock past her entrance, providing slight relief. She curled her fingers into the fabric of the platform and let her eyes roll back in her head.

  “Look at me, Lily.” The growl made her lids jerk back open.

  “I can’t,” she moaned, but forced her eyes to remain wide while he slid in and out of her ass. “Too much,” she whimpered.

  “No, it’s not. You’re taking it. Taking it like a good slave.” The raspy, broken quality of Rok’s voice signaled his impending loss of control.

  A foreign surge of female pride at being the cause of that loss of control rolled through her.

  “Touch yourself,” he growled.

  She obeyed, threading her fingers between her legs and rubbing her clit as he’d shown her. Her cries grew more desperate, keening louder and higher with each of his thrusts.

  “Whose ass is this?” he roared.

  “Yours,” she screamed back. “Veck me, Rok!”

  He slammed in deep and remained there, stretching her wide and filling her ass with his hot, rainbow cum.

  Her muscles were unable to clench around Rok’s enormous girth; it felt as if a climax went through her, nonetheless.

  Mercifully, he eased out. “Don’t move,” he murmured and left the sleeping platform, and then the chamber.

  She couldn’t have, if she’d tried. The chamber spun as she lay on her back and let the aftershocks of his plunder roll through her.

  Rok returned with a damp cloth, which, unbelievably, he used to clean her. She bit her lip to keep it from quivering, hating these tears that seemed to leak each time after he forced her surrender.

  Because she liked it too much. Liked the tenderness of his touch and the softness of his gaze now. The solid strength he provided when he pulled her onto his lap and held her against his chest.

  She couldn’t get used to it. Rok wasn’t a real master—he planned to turn her in for the warrant. She wanted to ask him what it wou
ld take to convince him to keep her, but she was too afraid of his answer. She didn’t think she could bear to hear him say his plans out loud.

  Especially not now—after what they’d just done.

  She feared she wouldn’t survive it.

  5

  Rok maneuvered the ship onto a small landing platform on a trading outpost. He’d have given anything just to stay in space, enjoying his little human who surrendered more to him with each passing planet rotation.

  But their ship couldn’t withstand the flight without repairs. He flicked off the engines, unbuckled his harness, and swiveled to survey his little prisoner. He hated to lock her up, but he also didn’t have proper clothing for her.

  “I’m coming with you,” she said instantly, as if guessing his thoughts.

  He smiled. He liked when she showed her real self—not the slave persona she’d perfected. “Mierna, do you have any pants Lily might squeeze into?” The Venusian was short but rounder around the middle from her excessive drinking. Pants of hers just might fit his long-legged human in the waist, though they’d be too short.

  Mierna muttered something and beckoned Lily to go with her. Lily flashed a grateful smile his way, which made him feel all kinds of warm. He hadn’t considered taking a mate. He hadn’t even come close with Taraw. But now the thought of ever being apart from Lily rankled him. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to give her over to her mother and sister.

  He waited for Lily to emerge. The pants came down to her knees and were a close fit, molding to the shape of her ass and thighs in the most delicious way. He couldn’t wait to tear them off her later. He held his hand out and took her palm, tugging her off the ship and onto the arid, desolate station. Beings of all species wove through the station, chattering in hundreds of different languages. His crew flanked him, hands at their weapons, ready for trouble.

  There was no reason to expect trouble, but this was wild, ungoverned territory, which meant anything could happen.

  He made inquiries about getting replacement scrap to mend the outer hull of his ship, and they were led to a toothless being of an unknown species.