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)
Kaitlyn saw the powerful muscles in her husband’s bare thigh beneath her flex and tighten in response. The woman’s lips parted on a silent sigh—a faint wince of intense sensation that quickly melted into a secret, knowing smile as she took a sip from her glass and wiggled again. The subtle movement caused the man beneath her to grit his teeth—his hands gripping the arms of his chair until his knuckles turned white.
At another table, a younger wife leaned forward to reach for a platter of jewel-bright fruit. She got a bunch of shiny red grape-like fruits and sat back down suddenly. The motion made her sink deeper onto the shaft impaling her and forced a soft gasp from her lips and a groan from her husband. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second before she regained her composure, plucking a glistening grape with trembling fingers. As she leaned back, Kaitlyn saw the slick, wet evidence of her connection with her husband glistening on his shaft before the wife’s body hid it once more.
Further down, a bolder wife wasn't even pretending to eat. She was facing her husband and had her hands planted on his broad shoulders. Her hips were moving in a lazy, continuous roll—riding him with a slow, grinding rhythm as she conversed with the woman beside her, who was doing the same thing. The husband’s head was thrown back, a look of exquisite agony on his face and his hands clamped on her waist, not to guide her, but to simply hold on.
Oh my God—they’re all just going for it!
The whole banquet hall was a symphony of casual, public copulation, Kaitlyn realized. The wet, slick sounds were masked by music and chatter, but the visuals were undeniable—the clench of a woman’s inner muscles visible in the tense line of her spine…the desperate bulge of a man’s shaft straining against the confining cock ring as he penetrated her over and over without being able to come… and the shared, shuddering breaths as a wife paused her conversation to simply feel her husband seated to the hilt inside her.
This wasn't just passion, Kaitlyn understood in a flash—it was policy. A relentless, carnal reminder of who was in charge, performed on the most public stage imaginable. No one was in a hurry—they were taking their time and taking their pleasure with their husbands, who had to give pleasure without coming themselves. It was a level of female domination she’d never imagined before, despite her interest in that particular kink.
The sights around her sent a conflicting torrent through Kaitlyn—a hot rush of shame at witnessing such vulnerability and exposure, immediately chased by a bolt of pure, liquid desire so potent it made her inner muscles clench with need.
The idea of trying this public fucking herself—of lowering herself onto Braze’s thick shaft, of sheathing him inside her body and then just sitting there, making conversation and eating while he filled her—stretched her—was almost too much. She pictured riding him, all the while knowing the unyielding ring at the base of his cock denied him any relief—possibly even coming with him inside her—massaging his thick shaft with her inner walls while he was helpless to come himself as he groaned her name.
It was a dark, dominant fantasy that unfolded in her mind with vivid, breathtaking clarity. She imagined the delicously full feeling…the way his cock would pulse helplessly within her…the way every tiny shift of her weight would be a sweet torment for them both. It would be the ultimate control—the sweetest agony imaginable.
But it was impossible—unthinkable. It crossed a line in their professional partnership they could never come back from.
“Are you having trouble deciding whether to let him penetrate you or not?” the Empress demanded, her voice cutting through Kaitlyn’s mental turmoil like a lash. The ruler’s patience had clearly evaporated. “Let me help you—no penetration for tonight. He hasn’t earned it yet. Now do sit down.”
The final four words were uttered with such imperious force that Kaitlyn’s body complied before her mind could form any kind of protest. Heart hammering against her ribs, she gathered the heavy, starry skirts of her gown in her hands, bunching the fabric behind her and pulled the front panels apart to clear her legs. Holding her breath, she turned her back to Braze and carefully, slowly, lowered herself onto the big Kindred.
Her bottom settled not on his thighs, but higher up, on the hard, ridged plane of his lower abdomen. The heat of his body seared through the thin lace of her panties. And between her spread thighs, rising from the valley formed by their bodies, was his cock.
The swollen, plum-shaped head, slick with pre-cum, brushed against the damp lace covering her pussy—a shock of silk against skin contact that made them both draw a sharp, simultaneous breath.