Stolen by the Zandian - Renee Rose Page 0,12

me as your mate?”

I don’t know why I hesitate. I should have answered no immediately. But I don’t. Maybe it’s the way she’s looking at me—like the idea is not repulsive to her. Maybe it’s because the idea has been appealing to me since the moment I first saw her image in the advertisement for the auction.

But I can’t. She’s for Zandia not for me.

“No.” I drop my gaze. “Not mine. On Zandia, humans have some choices about their existence. Yes, they require a Zandian guardian or mate, but they are not slaves.”

“Oh.” She’s silent. “You could be lying.”

I nod. “I could. I’m not. I can show you holos of humans on Zandia.”

“Those could be phony.”

I shrug. “Listen, Kailani. You and I both know I could put you into a cage and resell you like that.” I snap my fingers.

When she winces, I feel like an asshole. “But I’m not going to. I’m taking you to my planet where you will be welcomed and treated far better than you would be by any other species.”

She studies me.

“Every human on Zandia requires a sponsor. Someone who takes responsibility for seeing that they fit into Zandian society. I’m your master for now, and I need you to understand two things. One, I have superior power over you. Second, I won’t use it to hurt you.”

“You just spanked me.” Her voice is reproachful, and she shifts on my lap.

I stroke the top of her buttocks and the side of her thigh to soothe her. “You attacked me,” I remind her. “There are consequences.” I bring my other hand to lightly cup her bare breast, brushing my thumb across it.

She swallows. “That wasn’t very generous.”

“No?” My lips quirk.

She rolls her hips on my lap, her breath quickening. “Y-you could have just asked me nicely to not attack you again.”

I laugh. “That isn’t in the warrior handbook.”

I like her sense of humor because it brings out my own. This, too, is a new development for me: As Zandians, we are stiff and duty-minded. But the presence of human females on our planet has allowed even the bachelors, like me, to develop previously untapped regions of our personality.

“Did it hurt that much? Let me see.” I flip her back over, easily handling her weight. I do want to check on her soft bottom and see if she needs soothing lotion, but truth be told, I’m eager to run my fingers over her body, to show her the rewards of submission.

The cuffs hit the side of my calf. I reach down to remove them and toss the shining bonds aside. She’s far more docile now, and I don’t want to bind her any more than necessary.

I brush my fingertips over her ass. “Nice and pink. You’ll feel it later but just a bit.” I don’t know that from actual experience—I’ve never spanked a female before—but I’ve heard it said. The males in my species marvel at the wonder and beauty of the human female buttocks.

I rest my palm on her taut ass. “Just so you remember, this is what I’ll do next time you claw me with your sharp nails or try to knock me down.”

“But not if I try to grab your own sword and slice your arms off?” Her voice is teasingly hopeful. And then veck if she doesn’t stick her ass up towards me, further into my palm, as if asking for another spank.

I hesitate. I’ve punished her; the thing is over. Except it clearly isn’t. My cock hasn’t received the message. And I scent the unmistakable arousal from between her thighs.

My little warrior liked what I did. And I think she wants more. This is the way Zandians have learned to master human females on my planet. Not through the cruel methods used by the Ocretions on their slave species but with sexual dominance. Light punishment in their erogenous zones. We bond them to us, and that bond becomes unbreakable on both sides.

“Any kind of de-limbing situation,” I deadpan, “is absolutely off limits.” And then I give her one more spank.

“Hmm.” She wiggles. “Even if it’s just one finger?” She parts her thighs just slightly. “Surely one finger doesn’t do you much good.”

I spank her again, a nice sharp slap, low on her buttocks. “Perhaps you don’t understand the power of just one finger, Kailani? Let me show you what just one finger can do.”

I push her right leg gently. “Spread wider, please.” I help her shift her legs, so they’re parted, the