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)
“That’s it,” she murmured, her breath warm on his neck. Her finger slid deeper, working him open. Then a second joined it, scissoring gently. The burn intensified, but beneath it, the awful, desperate need to be fucked began to ease—just a fraction. The relief was so profound it made him weak.
“Gods, Mistress,” he muttered, for her ears alone. “Love the feel of your fingers in me. They make it better, somehow.”
“Good,” she whispered. “I want to ease you into this. I know it’s not easy.”
“Easier with you than it would be with anyone else,” Braze reminded her.
“Thank you. That means a lot.”
She kissed the side of his neck gently, sending a shiver through his entire body and then a third finger slipped in and stretched him further until he felt his body opening with a surprising, pliant ease.
He felt another burst of relief…the Love Vine was working…softening him…making him ready.
It was also making the emptiness beyond where her small fingers could reach unbearable.
“Enough, Mistress,” he rasped out, his voice sounding strained in his own ears. “I’m ready now. Please—I need you in me.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, sounding genuinely worried.
He couldn’t wait another second. The gentle preparation had stoked the fire inside him to a raging inferno.
“Yes, please,” he begged, the word torn from him, hoarse and ragged. “I… I need to be fucked now. Please, Mistress.”
“All right,” she whispered. “I’ll give you what you need.”
He felt the cold, slippery, broad head of the onyx shaft nudge against him, replacing her fingers. Taking a deep breath, Braze took a wider stance. He had to be open enough to let her in—there was no other way to do this.
“Good, that’s good,” Kaitlyn praised softly in his ear. She applied steady pressure, pushing forward, into him. There was a moment of intense, burning resistance…then a shocking burst of sensation as the flared head finally breached him.
“Fuck, Mistress!” he gasped, the intrusion a blinding mix of pain and overwhelming relief.
She stopped instantly.
“Oh, Braze—did I hurt you?”
“No—fuck—I need more!” The admission was shameless, but the Love Vine tea in his system stripped away all pride. “Put it all the way in! Fuck me!” he growled, pushing his hips back against her.
“All right—I’ll give it to you.”
Kaitlyn’s voice sounded determined and slightly breathless as she pushed forward again, slowly…relentlessly.
Braze groaned—a deep, guttural sound—as his body opened, accepting the massive girth. He felt every inch, every ridge, as it sank into him, stretching him wider than he’d ever been stretched before. The slippery little tails Mistress Lovelyone had used on him were nothing compared to the obsidian monster splitting him in two.
And with a final, deep push from Kaitlyn, her hips met his ass.
“There,” she murmured in his ear. “That’s all of it—every last inch inside you now.”
Braze hung his head, breathing deep, trying to accept the situation. He was shackled to the punishment platform, legs spread and impaled—filled to the brim by his Mistress as the entire Court looked on. Gods, how had he come to this?
“Are you all right, Braze?” Kaitlyn asked and he realized she was worried, since he hadn’t answered her before.
“Fucking more than all right,” he panted, sweat dripping down his temples. The fullness was immense—overwhelming. It hurt—a deep, throbbing ache inside him—but it was the right kind of hurt. It was what his body had been screaming for.
“Fuck me,” he told her, letting go of all shame. “Take me hard, Mistress.”
“If that’s what you need, I’ll give it to you,” she promised.
She pulled back, then thrust forward with a soft grunt of effort. Then she did it again…and again…and again.
Braze cried out—a low groan of pleasure/pain that was ripped from inside him as he took what she was giving. He opened himself for her—not holding back—letting her take him and giving himself up to his Mistress completely.
Kaitlyn was establishing a rhythm—slow at first but gaining speed and confidence with each stroke. Each time she fucked into him, the head of the onyx shaft pressed an incredibly sensitive spot deep inside him—a place no one had touched since Yonnie Six.
Pleasure—sharp and electric—began to arc up Braze’s spine. Goddess-fucking-damnit she was fucking him so good! Who knew that the sweet, curvy little human he’d been guarding for months would be strong enough to fuck him so deep and hard—to own him so completely?
He lost himself. The audience, the Empress, the shame—it all blurred into a distant hum. There was only the punishing, perfect fullness of the shaft filling him…the slap of her body against his…and the sound of their ragged breathing mingling together.
“Harder!” Braze groaned. He began to meet her thrusts—rocking back against the shaft and fucking himself on it shamelessly. Low, broken sounds were ripped from his throat with every thrust—guttural moans…choked curses… desperate pleas. He couldn’t seem to be quiet—couldn’t even try.