His Human Prisoner: An Alien Warrior Romance (Zandian Masters Book 2)

by Renee Rose

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “You agree?” He pulled her hips backward and pressed the head of his cock against her pussy.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Then we don’t have to quarrel.”

  Unlike the eighteen males who’d just pummeled her sex, this one took care with her, rubbing his cock head over her entrance several times to test her readiness before easing in.

  She gasped—his cock was far bigger than anything she’d taken before.

  He froze, halfway in. “Take it,” he growled, yet he didn’t press further and his hand slid around the front of her hips, fingers questing for the button at the apex of her entrance.

  He was the only male who had ever touched her there. She shrieked at the sensation, immediately pushing her hips back to take in the rest of him then shuddering at the shock of it.

  He stayed buried deep inside her, not moving. His fingers slapped her clitoris several times until she began to move her hips up and down, trying to gain more friction.

  “Ready for me?”

  Her internal walls contracted. That voice. Deep, masculine, powerful. Just like the cock he began to pump in and out of her.

  “No,” she gasped, though it wasn’t from pain. It was all too much—the sensations of being filled by his huge length sent frissons of pleasure through her core and down her inner thighs.

  He vecked her harder, faster.

  “I’m sorry,” she gasped. “For what it’s worth. I’m sorry I stole your ship.”

  “You will be, Lily.” The words were threatening, but the guttural tone promised sex.

  She was surprised he remembered her name. But, of course, he’d probably been hunting for her.

  “I plan to punish you in at least five hundred ways, and when I’m through, I know someone who will pay a great deal for you. Maybe enough to even cover the cost of my ship.”

  If he hadn’t been moving inside her, stroking her inner walls with his long cock in a way that made her eyes roll back in her head, she might have grown chilled by his promise to sell her. As it was, lights exploded behind her eyes as his enormous length rammed her inner walls and stretched her wide.

  She noticed that while he had her mashed up against the wall, his own arms took the brunt of his force, protecting her from bruising her pelvis each time he shoved deeper. Like the other small considerations he’d shown, it added to her growing opinion that he might be a decent being.

  Not nearly as cruel as he’d have her believe.

  “Veck, Lily, you’re so...vecking...tiny...so tight.”

  His pleasure and obvious loss of control gave her confidence, made her feel powerful—which was a first for her during sex.

  He thrust upward with each word, lifting her off her feet, speared by his cock.

  One of his huge palms closed over her left breast, and he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  It was too much. Her body convulsed under his hold, pussy clenching and releasing around his enormous cock, shudders of shock and pleasure running down her legs, up through her torso.

  Holy Earth. Holy Mother.

  He withdrew and shoved deeper, deeper still, vecking her with a force she thought certain would crush her, and then he, too, found his finish. Hot streams of his seed filled her, leaking down her legs in a splash of pearlescent rainbow.

  She stared at the substance, fascinated by the beautiful colors swirling down the drain.

  He panted behind her, thankfully still holding her up, or she’d collapse on the metal floor.

  “Did those humans hurt you?” His breath came hot against her ear, voice a deep rumble that went straight into her chest and reverberated.

  The question surprised her. “No. I know better than to resist.”

  “Good. Did I?” He shut off the spray of water and warm air blew at them from all directions.

  Did he what? Oh. For some unfathomable reason, her face grew warm. A sex slave felt no shame. Yet there she stood, blushing from a simple question.

  Simple, yet complex.

  “No.” Her voice cracked. “It was no more than I can take.”

  He spun her around and shoved the wet hair from her eyes. “Good,” he grunted. “Because I plan on putting my cock in every hole of yours daily until you beg for mercy.”

  He must be very foolish if he thought threatening her with sex would frighten her.

  “Between beatings, that is.”

  Her breath halted.

  His hand had dropped to cup her mons, though, middle finger gliding over her slit, spiking her temperature again, confirming her suspicion that this was all a game to him. He didn’t harbor deep resentment; he was enjoying himself.

  Stars, how did this male elicit such reactions from her?

  She licked her dry lips.

  He stared down at her mouth, as if disconcerted to see her tongue. “I’m looking forward to punishing you, Lily.”

  There. She’d known it.

  “Let’s get your first whipping taken care of. That way you can sleep it off and we can start again in the morning.”

  Truthfully, it didn’t frighten her. As a slave, she’d been punished in far worse ways than whipping, and she’d already begun to trust him enough to believe he wouldn’t go too far. In fact, she almost looked forward to submitting to his punishment without a fuss. Would he find her unable to resist again?

  Her gaze tangled in his amethyst one, and her breath hitched as all thoughts rushed out of her brain. She became nothing but naked, trembling flesh, a blank canvas for him to paint upon. “I—I don’t know what to call you.”

  “Rok.”

  She dropped her eyes and dipped a curtsy. “Master Rok,” she murmured submissively.

  His posture went rigid. He cupped her chin and lifted it. “Just Rok.” His eyes had returned to dark brown. “I’m not your master, I’m a male exacting punishment in the way he likes best.”

  A shiver ran down her spine at the note of sadism. He made everything sound sexual. She remembered the spanking he’d given her the first time they’d met. Measured pain made to arouse. Yes, this male enjoyed blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. Strangely, that ignited far more excitement than fear.

  “What species are you?”

  Already dry, Rok pulled on his clothes. “Zandian.”

  She’d never heard of it.

  He bent both her wrists behind her back and pinned them there with one hand. With a push of a button, the door slid open, and he maneuvered her, completely naked, out through his ship.

  A good slave would drop her eyes and walk humbly past the crew. But she didn’t think it necessary to pretend. Something about the Zandian made her think he didn’t care about those things. The game he played was his own, and she’d have to learn the rules.

  She lifted her chin and stared haughtily back at the crew as they passed. Two Stornigians, the old Venusian she’d seen last time, an Elau, and the thin one—a species she didn’t know. They all gaped as she padded past in bare feet. He shoved open the door to a tiny sleeping compartment.

  ~.~

  What in the stars was he doing? Rok hadn’t meant to barge into the washroom and veck the little human against the aluminum wall.

  He’d seen the dead in her eyes back there on Jesel. He’d wanted to kill those vecking human men. She’d been ill-used. Enough that half her soul had fallen away, by the looks of it. But then he’d returned to relieve Jaso of standing guard, and the thought of her, just beyond the door, naked save for droplets of water gliding over her skin, made him mad with desire.

  The same thing had happened on their first meeting. He’d known she was playing him, offering to suck his cock to keep him from sounding the alarm that she’d escaped. He’d been ready to wrap a fist in her thick copper hair and tell her to smarten up. That he couldn’t be so easily manipulated. That he might not return her to her owner, but she’d sure as veck have to barter something to keep him from turning her in.

  Except he�
�d caught her scent. Watched those full lips part. Drowned in the depths of moss green eyes. And then he just had to let her barter the skill she had obviously perfected.

  And it had cost him his ship.

  Yes, he certainly planned to thoroughly punish the little human for the trouble she’d caused, and he’d let her think he planned to turn her into the Ocretions because she deserved a little stress. But she had family yearning to see her. A younger sister who spoke like a Venusian and a wistful mother, still beautiful despite what had obviously been a hard life.

  Her sister’s beauty had not affected him like this. What was it about Lily that made her impossible to resist?

  He guided her to his sleeping platform and pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her to fold at the waist and present her delectable little ass to him. It was skinnier than he’d like to see it. Perhaps on their twenty-six planet rotation journey to Ocretia she would add a little roundness to her elegant curves.

  He wound a leather band around her wrists, tying a knot so could not escape. He slapped a second leather band against his palm, measuring its sting.

  Not horrible. He slapped it against his leg. Yes, it would do.

  “I’m going to whip you, Lily.” He thought it only fair he explain what her punishment would entail. “It will be a hard punishment. You stole my ship and left me and my crew stranded for weeks on an abandoned planet.”

  In her vulnerable position, folded naked over his bed, hands bound, she appeared pale and penitent. But he wasn’t fooled.

  “This won’t be your last punishment for your crimes. I intend to exact revenge in a variety of ways during our trip to Ocretia.” He ran his large palm over her lovely ass, drawing a measured breath to still the surge of lust touching her incited.

  The muscles in her back bunched up at that. Yes, he’d let her believe he planned to turn her in. She should be worried for her life. He stroked up her back, soothing her before he caused her pain. He liked her nervous, not terrified.

  He brought the leather strap down across her buttocks, holding her wrists to contain her lurch of pain.

  She cried out then ducked her face into the bedcovers.

  “This punishment”—he brought the strap down again, making a second puffy red line below the first one—“will probably be the most severe, unless you anger me again on the trip.”

  Her muffled cry sounded from the covers.

  He held her hip and applied the strap, whipping her over and over again. He liked hurting females, especially if they enjoyed it, but this time he didn’t intend to play. He’d whip her thoroughly and get the rancor out of his system. A true punishment for a real crime. After that, he’d let himself enjoy having her at his mercy. That had been his initial plan, anyway. Of course, he’d already diverged from that course and vecked her, not waiting more than two minutes after he’d cleared Jeselian airspace and set the controls on autopilot.

  Well, this should set things straight between them.

  He snapped the thick leather strap across her lower buttocks.

  She screamed.

  He leathered her shapely ass from the top of the crack down to her thighs and back up again.

  She didn’t beg or plead, but she did make plenty of noise, yelping each time the strap slapped her flesh.

  He whipped her, watching her pale skin turn a deep shade of red, then continuing for another ten strokes.

  By the time he finished, her back shook with sobs. He steeled himself against the pang the sound produced in his chest.

  He worked the knot on her bonds and freed her hands. Her little fists curled under her body, face still pressed in the bedcovers. He sat beside her and ran his hand over her slender back, admiring the delicate lines of muscle, her narrow waist, and, of course, her beautiful welted ass.

  “That’s over with. Now, we can move forward.”

  Her back continued to heave with ragged breath.

  He slid his fingertips into her thick hair and massaged the back of her head, her neck, one shoulder.

  She turned her face to look at him, and he was surprised to find her eyes dry and a questioning expression on her face.

  He stroked her flushed cheek with his thumb. “It’s over now, pet.”

  Her breath slowly quieted. She still lay folded over the edge of the bed, rosy red ass on display.

  His cock stirred. He wanted her again. But he wouldn’t take her. She needed a good meal and some rest. Tomorrow, he could whip her again, if he liked. Take it slow and show her how pain could bring pleasure when applied just right.

  He stood up. “I’ll get you some food. Crawl up in the bed. Don’t move from it, or I’ll punish you again when I return, and I’ll make that last beating seem like a caress. Understand?”

  She immediately obeyed, crawling up to flop on her belly on the bed.

  He gripped one ass cheek, thumb nested down against her anus, and gave it a possessive shake. “Answer me, pet.”

  “Yes, master—I mean, Rok.”

  “Good girl.” Satisfaction at her easy obedience made his chest hum. She didn’t seem resentful over her punishment, which came as a relief.

  He slipped out and locked the door from the outside, setting the controls so only his handprint opened the door from either side. Almost immediately, his body rebelled at being apart from her. He wanted to keep her close, as if her body provided some energy he required just to live.

  Jaso and Janu were in the kitchen, preparing a basic meal of grain, dried fruit, and erk bird meat. Both his foster brothers narrowed their eyes and watched him with an accusing stare as he walked in and dished a helping into a bowl.

  He didn’t require food as often as most species—only once every dozen planet rotations, as long as he stopped at Zander’s pod for a crystal recharge at least once a month. Growing up on Stornig without the crystals, he’d had to eat more frequently, and even then had been weak and unhealthy. He hated that he needed to recharge with something he didn’t control, although Zander never charged his species for their use, and made his palace open once a week to those who needed it.

  “I seriously hope you have a plan for recuperating the steins you just lost us in taking that ship-stealing piece of human filth,” Janu said.

  “You’re going to turn her in for the warrant money or sell her to the Zandian prince so he has a twin set, right?” Jaso challenged.

  His lip curled, annoyance flashing through him. He may very well have been planning to bring her to Zander, requesting, of course, compensation for the loss he took in “rescuing” her. But his brother’s insinuation that Lily would become Zander’s second sex slave bothered the piss out of him. So did the reference to her as human filth.

  He didn’t know much about humans, but they seemed to be of great use to the Ocretions, and this particular one was not unpleasant to look at it. To say the least.

  “Yes,” Janu jumped in. “Please tell us this isn’t about getting your big purple cock sucked by a pretty little mouth, because we could’ve bought you a human slave a year ago and saved all of us a world of trouble.”

  He scowled, tempted to stalk away without giving either one of them an answer.

  But that wasn’t fair. They had suffered as much as he had as a result of Lily’s deception. Of course, it wasn’t all her—there had been close to two dozen other stowaways who’d helped her take the ship.

  “I plan to punish her, which you know I shall enjoy, and then, yes, collect a ransom on her, either from Prince Zander or the Ocretion slave enforcement.”

  A smirk formed on Jaso’s lips, appeased now that Rok had admitted to his fetish.

  “I’m not thinking entirely with my giant purple cock.”

  Janu tossed a cleaning cloth at his face. He ducked and let it fly over his back.

  “You sharing her?”

  That same current of irritation ran through him. “No,” he growled. Then, realizing he’d spoken too sharply, he tried to make it light. “I thought you considered her
filth, anyway.”

  Now Janu smirked, too. “Beautiful filth. That Zander knew what he was doing when he bought her sister.”

  His teeth clenched. “Right.”

  Discussing Lily and her sister had become no less annoying to him, so he picked up the food and left the twins to their own meal.

  In his chamber, Lily appeared to have obeyed, still lying in the position he’d left her. The sight made something high in his chest squeeze. A fierce, protective urge rose in him. This fragile human, this delicate, lovely female’s safety lay in his hands now. He would make sure to keep her safe.

  She lifted her head, eyes on the food, and a pang for not feeding her first ran through him. She hadn’t eaten for several planet rotations, judging from the attention she paid the bowl. She eased up to kneel, wincing when her ass hit her heels then choosing instead to stand on her knees.

  The sight nearly undid him.

  She looked every inch the sex slave—pert breasts offered up, her sex—permanently made bare through laser hair removal, as was the custom with Ocretion sex slaves—gloriously inviting between her legs, copper hair tumbling across one shoulder. If some being told him that she was actually a mystical, magical creature, capable of seducing males of every species and bringing them to their knees, he would’ve believed him. Her sister had possessed some extra-human ability to read minds. Why couldn’t this one possess some quality that made her irresistible to him?

  He stepped closer, and she reached for the bowl, but he pulled it back, out of range. “Uh uh. I’ll feed you, or you’ll eat too fast. How long has it been since you’ve fed?” He scooped up a spoonful of grain and fruit and held it out to her.

  Her lips closed around the utensil immediately, and she answered with a full mouth, “Since they captured me, two planet rotations ago.”

  “You were only with them two planet rotations? That’s good.” Though he shouldn’t care, the idea of her being mistreated by those men made him uncomfortable.

  She watched the spoon expectantly, but he paused, not wanting her to make herself sick by eating too quickly.

  “It was time enough for each one of them to take me several times.”