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Another sharp jab bit her other cheek. Apparently he was perfectly capable of injecting her with only one hand. “Ow.”
He tugged her head back more. “It’s not your place to question me, Bayla.” He said it so calmly, she wanted to knee him in the balls.
“Oh, really? Because it’s my body you’re injecting. Shouldn’t I know what’s going on?”
“It’s not your body. You made a choice just one planet rotation ago, and you gave it to me, to science. This body belongs to me.” He slapped the back of her thigh and shifted her off his lap and onto her feet on the floor. “Now, you will walk to the cabinet over there and bring me the box of implements.”
She stared at him. Not in disbelief, because she’d fully expected punishment. If she was honest with herself, she’d admit she’d goaded him. No, she couldn’t stand the lack of emotion, the lack of reaction from him. It drove her crazy.
She should seduce him. Getting him turned on had been her entry point to getting a reaction out of him. But she wasn’t in the mood. If she were smart, she’d get moving before she earned herself more punishment. She trudged to the cabinet, retrieved the box in question, and watched him rooted through it.
Her traitorous pussy moistened at the entire scenario—standing naked before him, knowing what he planned to do to her, waiting while he made his selection. He drew out a thin wooden paddle—more like a flat spatula.
Just the sight of it made her contrite, already regretting her bad behavior. She dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry I was ill-behaved, Master.”
He cupped her chin and lifted it, stroking her cheek with his thumb. The emptiness behind his eyes faded, and a trace of warmth returned. “That’s a pretty sight.” He studied her for another beat, and her body came alive under his appreciative gaze, nipples tightening, skin tingling. “You’re sorry you’re getting a spanking.”
“Yes, Master,” she admitted.
His lips twitched. “I have not instilled enough fear in you, have I?”
Her pussy and belly both clenched as one part fear, one part excitement zoomed through her.
He glanced at his cuff, probably noting her mounting arousal. “Over my lap,” he commanded.
Tummy twisting, she stood and folded herself over his lap, which he’d angled to accommodate her torso on the sleepdisk.
The wooden paddle clapped down on one of her cheeks, and she sucked in air so fast she choked on it. Coughing her outrage, she squirmed, not managing to dodge the next smack that caught her other cheek.
“Hands behind your back.” Daneth’s deep command cut through her internal scream.
What would happen if she disobeyed? Not worth the risk. Not when each firm smack had her eyes watering. She put her wrists at the small of her back.
“Connect wrist cuffs,” he barked, never pausing in delivering her punishment. “You have been naughty all planet rotation.” He made the strokes harder.
She whimpered, rolling her hips on his lap as if it might help her dodge the blows.
“Now you will find out what it’s like to have a spanking on cheeks already sore from fresh injections.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Master.”
“The injections contained hormones to support the implantation.”
She lost her breath from the flurry of hard spanks. If she’d thought his hand was worse than the leather paddle, she now knew wood was the worst.
“What difference does it make to you?”
“None,” she mumbled. He was right. It made no difference—not when she had zero choice about what he was doing. And she’d never been informed about her medications back at the fertility farm. “I was a brat! I’m sorry.”
To her surprise, Daneth stopped spanking her and chuckled. He ran his large hand over her twitching buttocks, soothing away the throbbing sting. “It’s hard to stay angry with you, pretty girl.” His hand stroked down the outside of one of her thighs and came up on the inside. “When you’re so vecking adorable.”
She sucked in her breath when his fingers arrived at her core.
“When you’re wet for your master.”
She spread her legs.
“Do you want your master’s cock?” He pinned her clit between his knuckles, capturing the little nubbin of pleasure and holding it prisoner.
“Y-yes, please.” The words rasped from her throat.
“Where do you want it?” He squeezed it, making her writhe, sweat breaking out all over her body.
“There,” she moaned. “My pussy.”
“No.” He gave her pussy a slap. “Your pussy doesn’t deserve my cock.” To her dismay, he abandoned her clit and coasted back, bypassing the entrance to her pussy and rubbing the pad of his finger over her anus.
“No,” she groaned. “Not there.” Despite her background as a breeder and her training for sex, she was an anal virgin. And the idea of taking Daneth’s huge purple cock back there made her thighs go weak.
Daneth’s hand disappeared and returned to her vaginal opening with some kind of probe. He inserted it without any kind of preparation. Not that she needed it. Her pussy dripped with moisture, pulsing with flashes of white-hot desire.
The probe whirred to life, setting up a vibration that stirred her entire pelvis.
She bit the coverlet and moaned, pussy clenching down on the device.
“Where do you want my cock, Bayla?”
Oh stars. Was he really still asking? He wanted to take her ass.
One part of her rejected that notion thoroughly. The other part moaned. Out loud.
Daneth rubbed something cool and liquid over her anus—a lubricant. Something pressed at her back entrance. Not his finger—another probe.
She squeezed her anus and her butt cheeks, but Daneth began pumping the vibrator inside her pussy, touching it to her G-spot on her inner wall.
She cried out, fingers splaying to take fistfuls of fabric, back arching to offer her ass up to him.
He pressed the hard, rounded tip of the plug against her anus, insisting.
Against her will, the ring of muscle relaxed, and he slid the plug inside.
This time, the moan that came from her mouth sounded more like a feral animal than human.
“Where do you take my cock when you’ve been naughty, Bayla?”
Her sphincter stretched and relaxed as he pumped the plug, and she found the sensation far more pleasurable than she could have imagined. “Oh stars, Master. Please.”
“Please what, Bayla? Please veck your ass?”
“P—please” she panted, not sure what she begging for. “Please veck my ass, Master.” She must be out of her mind.
Yes, definitely out of her mind.
Daneth lifted her off his lap and placed her fully on the sleepdisk. His hands were surprisingly gentle, and she found her body more than willing to submit to his touch. It was as if her body knew he was born to command it, all resistance leaving with the surety of his handling. He lifted her hips and shoved a pillow under them.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’m a doctor. Do you think I’d ever allow damage to your glorious body?”
His words intoxicated her. Her eyelids drooped closed as she settled her face into the mattress and spread her legs wide.
Take me, Master.
More lubricant. The rustle of clothing then the dip of the mattress as Daneth climbed up behind her.
She held her breath, tensing, but all he did was pump the two probes in and out of her holes, first together, then alternating.
She gave a high-pitched cry—half whining for completion, half moaning her satisfaction.
He removed the anal plug and replaced it with the head of his cock. Though she’d feared it for its size, the prod of stiff flesh was so much more satisfying than the hard plug.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“When you’re naughty, Master has to veck your ass.”
Her pussy tightened around the vibrator. Daneth eased into her back hole. It was far too much, yet the pleasure outweighed the discomfort.
“Say it.”
Huh? As she clawed at the bedcovers, she scrambled to understand his command. Oh. “When I’m naughty,” she panted, sobbing as he drove deep into her ass, “Master has to veck my ass.”
Oh stars. It was too much. Too incredibly hot. She wished her hands weren’t clipped behind her back because she desperately wanted to work the vibrator in her pussy. “Please, Master. Oh please. Please please please.”
As if he read her mind, he shoved his hand under her hips and went for her clit.
It was too much. Sensation exploded into a zillion particles, dancing lights all around her. Her entire body convulsed as her pussy clenched and released on the vibrator and Daneth rocked in and out of her punished ass.
“Master,” she wailed, not sure why she felt like both laughing and sobbing, dying and being reborn all at once.
“Yes, your Master knows what you need.” Daneth’s deep voice seemed to surround her, wrapping her up in a blanket of his presence.
He certainly did.
When the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life had finished, she vaguely realized that before Daneth, her orgasms had been paltry imitations of the real thing. Nothing—nothing—came close to what she experienced with him.
“Lie still and take it,” he growled, bracing himself beside her and pumping smoothly in and out of her ass while she lay collapsed and compliant beneath him. He came a moment later, roaring his satisfaction into her ear before he bit it, filling her ass with hot streams of his essence.
She wept then. Not for any reason other than satisfaction and release.
“Precious girl,” Daneth murmured, kissing the back of her neck as he slowly eased out. “How do you always manage to make me lose control?”
She smiled into the covers, irrationally pleased at that statement.
HE PURCHASED HER TO BEAR A CHILD…HE WILL ALSO OWN HER SUBMISSION.
Bayla’s destiny had been set from the beginning. Her body would be used for sex and breeding. Nothing changed when the sexy Zandian doctor purchased her from the baby farm and brought her to his examination room.
Nothing. And everything.
When Bayla learns Daneth has a weakness for her, she presses her advantage, but she has no desire to bear yet another child and have it taken from her arms. If only she could figure out how to stay with the dominant alien doctor but avoid the pregnancy…
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