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’ve never had a master I wanted to please before. I always obeyed out of fear. This is different. I crave Daven’s satisfaction with me. I want him to know I’m trying my best even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I desire his pleasure.
So I make a study of it–listening to his reactions to each move I make, trying my best to please him.
The next time I take his shaft down into my throat, his hand catches behind my head, and he guides me up and down, controlling my movements. I follow, willingly, exalting in his caught breath, the way his movements grow rough and jerky. His fingers tighten in my hair, tugging it, and he pulls me off as streams of his essence spurt from his cock, spraying rainbows across my breasts.
I touch it, fascinated by the beautiful essence, but Daven snaps, “Don’t touch it.”
I look up in surprise.
His lips curve. “I need it right there for your next fucking.”
Oh. My body buzzes, pussy wet for him.
He climbs off the sleeping platform.
“That’s one time, little human.” His smile is warm. “You did very well.”
“Thank you, Master.” I’m absurdly pleased by his approval. I lick his cum from my lips and smile back. He tastes good–fresh, light. I don’t mind his essence at all.
His hand is warm on my thigh. It’s moments like this when I feel like we’re connecting on a deeper level, almost the kind of emotion that could last forever. Of course, we’re starting on a false foundation because of my continual lies. I bite my lip as guilt wells up.
“Something wrong?” Ever perceptive, he touches my face.
“No.” I force a smile, which doesn’t take much, because after all, I am happy here with him. “Just waiting for my turn.” I give him a fake scowl and mock hit his arm. “You’re mean.” Truth, waiting for my release is exciting because I’m anxious and eager to find out what he’ll do next.
He laughs, a rich sound, and pulls me closer. “Well, let’s….” He breaks off as his comms device beeps with a certain periodic chime. “Veck, I have to get that.” He sounds disappointed as he gets up from and flicks the device on. “Daven here. Yes, Master Seke.”
He stretches idly as he talks into the device, and I’m entranced by his powerful muscles and lean form, all strength and flow.
He puts the device down and grabs his clothing. “Sia, I’m sorry, but I need to go. We’ll continue this…” he raises his brows “later. I have to go meet the master at arms.”
“May I come?” The words are out before I can think twice. I’m surprised by my own audacity. My risky behavior with Daven is totally new. I am clearly enjoying my newfound freedom. “I’d really like to go somewhere.”
He furrows his brow, perhaps debating internally about whether or not it’s a good idea, but maybe the recent orgasm softens his mood because he looks at me and says, “You may come.”
“Okay! Great! But…” I look down at my chest and the rainbow swirl of his essence. “I…Daven?”
He quirks a brow. “Leave it. The gown will cover it.”
“But won’t Zandians be able to tell that we….” My face grows warm.
“Perhaps they will.” He crosses his arms. “And I don’t mind if they do know how I own you, my pretty human.”
At my expression, he smiles. “I want my cum on your nice breasts, Sia, just waiting for later. Reminding you that I’m your master. No other being will actually see it, but I’ll know it’s there. It’s going to tickle you a little as it dries, and you’ll remember what I did. And what’s coming next.”
“Yes, Daven,” I whisper, arousal growing and nearly obliterating my desire to see the outside world. But it’s clear that our bedroom activities are at a halt, so I stand on weak knees and grab my gown to put it on. “Thank you!”
I can tell from the bulge in his breeches that he’d rather stay here, too, but he quickly regains control of himself and takes my hand. “We’re going for a short walk to the Command Center. Stay by my side and don’t talk to anyone unless I authorize it.”
“Yes, Master.” There’s irritation in my voice, and it surprises me. How quickly I vacillate between utter gratitude at my circumstances and the need for more autonomy!
He slaps my ass once, not lightly. “Learn to behave and tell me the truth, and you’ll earn more freedom. Remember that every action has a cost or a reward.”
I don’t answer, but his words sink into my psyche. I absolutely believe him. It’s just that finding the right actions is like walking a minefield.
The day is bright, and there’s a breeze, and it’s exhilarating to walk outside like a normal citizen. I feel like beings are staring, though, and I shrink into Daven’s side. “Are they looking?” A Zandian turns to gaze with a penetrating expression then glances away when Daven makes a little growling sound.