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)
“Kneel before me, slave. Good. Now I’m going to teach you the proper way to pleasure me with your tongue and you’re going to do it until you get it right…you’re going to lick my pussy until you make me come…”
Braze’s cock throbbed at the memory of his own shameful submission. The worst thing was, he couldn’t blame it all on Mistress Lovelyone. He’d been fucking eager to give her what she asked for—she’d claimed he was the easiest bodyslave she had ever trained because he wanted to do what she demanded of him. Hell, he got hard every time she ordered him to kneel. And when she tied him down, he—
No, don’t think about that! he ordered himself sternly, pushing the shameful memory away. Fucking put it out of your mind. And while you’re at it, put all those things you think you want out of your mind, too. You have a job to do, so fucking do it!
He would have to work to forget his past and concentrate on the present—he just wished he hadn’t had such a strong reaction in front of Kaitlyn. He had to do better about keeping himself under control around her.
Even though you’re going to be “owned” by her? whispered the little voice.
Yes, even though, Braze promised himself. He would be stoic and only do what was necessary while pretending to be Kaitlyn’s property. He wouldn’t give himself away—after all, he hadn’t even thought about those hidden desires in years—not until Commander Sylvan had brought up his time on Yonnie Six. There was no reason they had to come out now just because he was going to be Kaitlyn’s “husband.”
As he strode down the corridor, Braze mused on the irony of having to pretend he was someone’s mate. All these years he’d been a bachelor, never even thinking of calling a bride, because how could he hide his past when he had a Soul Bond? Any female he Bonded to would be able to see what had been done to him…and to see how much he had enjoyed it. Braze couldn’t take that risk.
He knew what a female who knew his past—who knew what Mistress Lovelyone had done to him—would think of him. He had read a few of the books written especially for human women—“romance books” they were called. In all of them the male dominated the female in the bed chamber. He hadn’t seen a single one where that dynamic was reversed.
So even though he found Kaitlyn Prior bewitchingly lovely and incredibly desirable—even though he longed to kneel at her feet and give her anything she wanted—he had promised himself to keep some distance between them. Now, because of the way he’d acted in Commander Sylvan’s office, he was going to have to work twice as hard to keep her at arms length.
But I can do it—I have to do it. She can’t fucking know what I am—what happened to me. It would fucking repulse her and I don’t want that.
He might not ever have her as a mate, but he still wanted to keep her in his life—he wanted to keep working with her—to serve her and protect her. Of the various human females he had guarded, she was the only one who drew him—maybe because her demeanor reminded him so strongly of the long-lost Mistress Lovelyone and his time on Yonnie Six so many years ago…
Stop thinking about that and get ready for the fucking mission. From now on, the past stays in the past.
With that resolve in mind, Braze headed for his suite. It was time to put his memories away and pack for the new mission—a mission where, no matter what, he must not show his true self to the female he was protecting.
3
KAITLYN
“Okay, well…I guess I’m ready to go.” Kaitlyn looked down at herself uncertainly. They were in orbit around Salimba Prime and she had just come out of the long-range shuttle’s fresher, where she had been changing into the outfit Kat had made for her.
The outfit, which was especially for her first meeting with the Salimban Empress, Shatezarra the Third, consisted of a dark blue corset type garment which laced up the front and only came halfway up her breasts. It barely covered her nipples and didn’t offer much support, but luckily, she was wearing a pair of float dots—tiny anti-gravity devices that stuck to the undersides of her breasts and made them perky despite their large size.
The severity of the corset was lessened by the bottom of the outfit, which was a loose, flowing skirt made of a light, diaphanous fabric that floated around her legs like a dark blue cloud. But the shoes she was wearing were thigh-high black leather boots that buttoned up the insides with a long row of tiny silver buttons that went from ankle to inner thigh. Kaitlyn had only buttoned the top ones so far—it was going to take forever to do them all.