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Seke walked back to Zander’s chamber to retrieve his human, starved to see her beautiful face, smell the light citrus scent of her hair, touch her soft skin. He wouldn’t make her strip for him—not anymore. For one, he couldn’t take it. His rock hard balls were probably going to explode if he had to suffer any more unfulfilled l**t.
For another, she didn’t require it. She’d proven her submission, had paid penance for her crime. He wanted to return her dignity to her.
But even as he had the thought, pictures flitted through his depraved mind. The image of her n***d on her knees at his feet. The way she’d looked strung up by her wrists with her legs spread for her p***y whipping, the sight of her upended over his lap, her golden skin turning pink under the slap of his hand.
He’d known h
