Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
She moved past him, her feminine scent washing over him, and sat on the large, opulent, black velvet couch. Then she turned and beckoned him with a curl of her fingers.
“Come here…husband.”
Braze came over at once and started to sit beside her—the instinct to protect, to be near—overriding everything else.
But Kaitlyn frowned and shook her head—a slight, decisive motion. Her eyes held his, and in them, he saw not anger, but a determined, nervous calculation. She was clearly getting into her role as his “wife” on this female-led world.
“Kneel,” she ordered and pointed to the thickly carpeted floor at her feet.
The command hit Braze like a physical blow, straight to his groin. His cock surged so hard he actually saw stars for a second.
A vivid, unbidden memory flashed—his old Mistress, in her silken robes, pointing to the floor between her spread thighs.
“Kneel, Beast. Your mouth has a better use than speaking. You’re going to lick me until I come at least twice.”
The memory was tangled with shame and a dark, undeniable thrill. It reminded Braze of the male concubine they’d seen servicing the Empress in the throne room.
He didn’t hesitate for a moment—he sank to his knees on the plush charcoal rug, the fluid movement bringing him to rest facing Kaitlyn as she sat regally on the couch. She parted her legs, a deliberate, inviting gesture, and he move forward on his knees until he was nestled in the vee of her thighs, close enough to feel her body heat surrounding him.
“Good—that’s very good,” she murmured, and he felt the praise like the softest caress.
Then her fingers were in his hair. They slid through the long, coarse strands, massaging his scalp and tracing the shell of his ear.
Her touch was electric…and possessive.
I own you now, it said. You’re mine to touch whenever and wherever I want.
Chills raced down his spine, and a low, involuntary rumble started deep in his chest. Kneeling for her…accepting her touch like this—it was sweet, exquisite torture. He was painfully hard, leaking through the silk panel that covered his aching cock. Somehow her gentle, dominant petting him was pushing him closer to the edge than even her direct touch had in the Wardrobe.
Fuck, I might actually come if she doesn’t stop, Braze thought.
But he couldn’t fucking bear to ask her not to touch him. He wanted what she was giving him too much to end it voluntarily.
“I hope you don’t mind this,” Kaitlyn said softly, her fingers continuing their gentle exploration. “But since this is a female-led society, I’m afraid I’ll have to at least appear dominant when we’re together like this.”
“I don’t fucking mind,” Braze growled, the words torn from him. He couldn’t hide the raw need in his voice. The admission was terrifying and liberating at the same time. His hips gave a tiny, helpless thrust into empty air. “You have to pretend to be dominant the same way I have to pretend to be submissive,” he added.
A faint, knowing smile touched Kaitlyn’s luscious lips.
“I’m glad you don’t mind,” she murmured, her nails scraping deliciously against the back of his neck. “Because we both have to play our roles while we’re here.”
“Exactly,” he agreed, grasping at the lifeline she’d thrown him. The relief he felt was dizzying. “We’re just playing roles. That’s all.”
That’s all. The thought was a revelation—an escape hatch from his own guilt. At last, he could give in. He could let the submissive tendencies he’d fought for years rise to the surface. He could crave her touch, obey her commands, and kneel to her whenever she ordered him to. It would all be in service to their mission—a cover story so perfect it felt like the absolute truth.
The realization unleashed a surge of desire so deep and vast it nearly stole his breath. Braze suddenly needed to be closer to her—to lean into the fiction until it felt real.
He bent forward—a supplicant’s move—and laid his head in her lap. The silky fabric of her skirt was soft against his cheek and under it, her flesh was even softer.
He turned his face inward, nuzzling the tender skin of her inner thigh through the fabric. He inhaled her scent, deep and warm and uniquely Kaitlyn.
Gods, he wanted her so fucking badly!
“Do whatever you want with me, Mistress,” he heard himself say, the title falling from his lips with total ease.
“Oh, Braze…” she murmured but she didn’t stop stroking his hair.
He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her muscle jump beneath his lips. He wanted to kiss higher…to taste her sweet pussy and hear her moan his name. But he reluctantly admitted to himself that would be going too far.
“I’ll be your bodyslave… your husband. Whatever you want me to do, or whatever you need to do to me, it doesn’t matter.” He lifted his head slightly, meeting her wide, startled eyes. “After all, we’re here on a mission. And we have to get that fucking Love Vine.”