Lamira’s Piercing

(Deleted Scene from His Human Slave)

(c) Renee Rose 2016

 

Zander and Daneth had known for four planetary rotations. He didn’t want to say anything to Lamira. It should be her discovery—it was her body, after all. And if she wanted to know, she would ask him.

But since he’d first seen the hormones rise, his urge to mark her had grown into a full-blown obsession. He’d hand-picked the most beautiful crystals and had them mounted in platinum settings. Daneth had offered to do the piercing, but he didn’t want any other male touching her, so he’d studied up on how to do it himself.

The door to the washroom slid open and Lamira appeared, freshly washed and gloriously naked. “Come, little slave.” He held out his hand. When she took it, he led her to the sleepdisk. “Stand up on your knees, there.” He lifted his chin toward the sleepdisk.

Lamira followed the guidance of his hand as his positioned her, on her knees, facing him.

“Spread your knees wider.”

She opened her thighs.

He cupped her mons and glided a finger over her dewy slit. “You’re always so wet for me,” he growled with approval. “Put your hands on top of your head.”

She interlaced her fingers over her head, lifting and spreading her perfect breasts wide.

He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

She moaned.

He grazed the tip of her hardened nipple with his teeth. “Today I will adorn you as my mate.”

A tremor moved through her, and when he lifted his head, her eyes were tear-bright. He brushed her hair back from her face. “Are you…upset?” He still couldn’t be sure of her emotions. If only his cuff would tell him exactly what she felt and why in each moment.

Her soft laugh warmed his chest. “No. Sometimes I cry happy tears.”

“Someday I’ll understand all your lovely complexities. Until then, you will learn to be direct and honest with me.” He stroked her jaw. “Confusing your master will be a punishable offense.”

Another tremor rippled through her. That part, at least, he had figured out. Punishment and domination turned her molten. He returned his fingers to her pussy and stroked slowly. When her legs began to tremble and her breath came in pants, he stopped.

Daneth had provided him with an anesthetic spray, which he applied now to her nipples and navel. “Do you want me to pierce your ears or face?”

She licked her berry-colored lips. “Let’s…ah…just start with these.”

He picked up the needle gun and fit the first piercing into it. “I want you to keep very still for me.”

She swallowed, her fingers slipping from her head. She glanced up at the ceiling, where he kept the ring and straps suspended from the ceiling.

“Do you need me to restrain you? Would that make it easier?”

She licked her lips again. “Yes, please.”

He smiled and clipped her cuffs together, then looped the strap from the ceiling through the rings, tugging her arms upward until she hung, half-suspended. “How’s that?”

Her head wobbled on her neck—somewhere between a nod and a shake.

Thinking he would distract her from her nerves, he slid a finger over her slit again. She’d gone dry. Apparently being pierced by her lover was not among the acts of domination she enjoyed. It was too bad, because many Zandians found the adornment ritual to be quite erotic.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her against his body, tracing a light figure eight over the skin of her back. “Are you afraid? Do you want me to call Daneth to do it, instead?”

She shook her head rapidly.

“Do you trust me, little slave? Do you believe I would never cause you real harm?”

She nodded against his chest.

He pitched his voice to a more authoritative tone. “Then be a good girl and accept my marking.”

Something in her relaxed. Her face still appeared pinched, but her contact with him softened.

He shifted to stand to the side of her and delivered several slaps to her bare ass.

Her arousal rate climbed from ten percent to forty. Good, he was back on track. Maybe all she needed was a good spanking to calm her nerves.

He unclipped her wrists from the ceiling strap and sat on the sleepdisk, pulling her over his thighs. This was how he should have begun—with her close, connected to his body, easily restrained.

She came without protest, seeming to know she needed the spanking, too.

He ran his hand over her youthful buttocks and admired the way her golden skin held a light blush from the few spanks he’d already delivered. “You have a perfect ass, little slave.” He slapped one cheek. “I could look at it all day.” He slapped the other side, then rubbed away the sting. “And I like spanking it, almost as much as you like to be punished.”

“I do not,” she protested.

“Liar.” He clamped an arm around her waist and spanked her fast and hard, loving the way she rolled and wiggled over his lap, her breath catching and releasing in sexy gasps. He continued spanking, watching her arousal rate climb to ninety percent. Her bottom glowed a rosy pink. He rubbed it and lifted her up to stand. “Lie on your back with your arms and legs spread wide.”

Her eyes had taken on the glassy look of surrender, pupils dilated and lids heavy. She crawled to the center of the mattress and affected the position he’d described. He snapped each of her cuffs to the restraints installed around the sleepdisk and pulled them taut. Asking her to hold still while on her knees had been too much. This way, she would not be able to move, no matter how nervous she became.

Her eyes flickered and breath continued in little pants. Her tummy fluttered as she watched him pick up the piercing gun.

He pinched her nipple. “Can you feel that?”

She shook her head.

“Good.”

She flinched when he pinched the flesh of her navel together, but he moved quickly, sending the curved hardware through quickly and capping it with a gleaming rainbow-hued jewel.

“Any pain?”

She licked her lips. “No, my lord.”

He smiled and brought his thumb to her clit, circling it several times.

She quivered and shook beneath him, making wanton sounds.

After reloading the piercing gun with a nipple stud, he shot her left nipple.

Lamira cried out.

He froze, fearing he’d hurt her.

Her head was back, breasts thrust in the air. Her belly and legs trembled and her hips pumped the air.

No—she wasn’t hurt. She was orgasming.

He fit another stud into the gun and wasted no time in shooting her right nipple.

She wailed, hips snapping. From all appearances, the orgasm continued on and on.

He watched, enthralled as she shook and thrashed against her bindings.

“Zander,” she croaked, still bucking. She gasped for breath.

He fit two of the clearest, finest Zandian crystals in existence to her nipple studs and dragged his fingers between her breasts and down her belly. “Look at you,” he murmured. There was nothing in the galaxy more beautiful than the little human slave, orgasming on his sleepdisk.

He parted the lips of her desk and settled between her legs, flicking his tongue against her clit. “Release wrist cuffs.”

Her hands shot to his head, gripping his hair and urging him on.

He sucked her swollen nubbin at the same time he shoved two fingers deep inside her. Her internal muscles were still contracting and they squeezed his fingers. Unable to hold back, he climbed over her, shoved his trousers down and speared her with his cock.

“Zander, stars…yes!” The walls of her tight channel gripped his shaft.

He pumped in and out of her.

“Harder,” she gasped, as if she wasn’t already coming.

He pounded into her, taking her roughly, driving home with a force and intensity he hadn’t expected.

She screamed, clawing his shoulders. Her pussy squeezed so hard he lost all control and came, even though he’d only just begun.

He laughed, still scything in and out of her. His lips found her neck and he sucked and nibbled until, at last, she collapsed into stillness beneath him, her breath coming in ragged pants.

“Zander—” She wrapped her arms around him.

He unclipped her ankle cuffs and lifted her into his arms.

“Oh!” Her focus had gone, as if she stared at a hologram just past his ear. “You already know.”

Of course, he knew what she meant. “It seemed wrong, knowing before you did.” He offered up his stumbling apology. He’d agonized over whether to tell her or not, but in the end had decided it would be better for her to sense it or discover it on her own. “I’d rather you had told me the good news.”

She squeezed his neck, wetting it with tears.

He pried her away. “Are those happy tears?”

She nodded. “Yes,” she sniffed. “I’m so happy. But you should have told me.” Her hand slid to her abdomen wonderingly.

“Daneth has equipment—if you want to see?”

She shook her head, fresh tears shimmering in her beautiful green eyes. “I don’t need it. Your crystals…I can see so much.” Awe laced her words and her eyes took on the unfocused look again.

“What do you see?” he whispered, the reverence of the moment magnifying ten-fold. His female was special. The most perfect female in the galaxy, the one meant just for him.

She laughed and shook her head. “So much—it’s all jumbled together. I don’t know.”

He stroked a finger down the slope of her nose. “You’re my greatest treasure—more sanctified, even than these crystals.” He fingered the glittering jewel on her nipple. “I was such a fool not to see how special you are. I felt it—my body knew it—but my brain…” He shook his head, thinking how he’d almost lost her—almost sent her away and denied himself not just the pleasure of her company, but possibly the solution to his species’ existence.

“I want to tell my mom.” She sat up straight, eyes shining.

He laughed. “Of course you do.” He lifted her off his lap and set her down on her feet. “Let’s go give her the news. Will she be excited?”

Leora had been warm to him after his reunion with Lamira, but he wasn’t sure how she felt about her daughter being his breeder.

Lamira pulled on a skirt and blouse that draped over her breasts in the most enticing way. “She’ll be thrilled. She said…” Lamira choked, her eyes swimming with tears again, “our children will have a much better start than my sister and I had. She knows there are still battles ahead, but she feels hopeful.” Lamira blinked rapidly and intertwined her fingers with his. “So do I.”

His chest felt as thought it would burst. “So do I,” he murmured hoarsely and squeezed her hand.

They left his chamber and walked down the corridor together, as mates.

Yes, his future, and the future of his species had never seemed so bright.

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