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)
“Is this how you need it?” Kaitlyn breathed in his ear, her own voice tight with strain. “You want me to fuck you like this? Nice and hard?”
“Yes! Gods, yes! Harder, Mistress! Please! Don’t stop! Right there… fuck, right there!” He was groaning, begging—completely undone. He was a warrior, chained and displayed, being fucked in front of the whole Court, and he was begging for more as everyone watched his public degradation. The public humiliation was a dark, spicy thread woven through the physical ecstasy— somehow it only made the pleasure more intense.
Braze could feel Kaitlyn trembling against him—could hear the change in her breathing. He knew the base of the toy must be rubbing against her clit with every thrust and he could smell the rich scent of her feminine arousal. She was getting off on this—on taking him—on fucking him. Because she was getting fucked at the same time—every time she thrust into him, the other end of the onyx shaft fucked into her pussy, filling her sweet channel to the hilt.
The realization was a lightning bolt to his overloaded system, and he felt his balls drawing up, tightening as his desire threatened to overwhelm him.
“Kaitlyn…” he moaned, her name a broken prayer on his lips. “Mistress, are you close?”
“I’m close,” she gasped, her rhythm becoming erratic. “Braze, I can’t help it—I think I’m going to…going to come!”
Knowing she was coming because of him—because she was buried inside him, fucking him, shredded the last of Braze’s self-control. The spring that had been tightening in his belly snapped and pleasure poured through him in a blinding flood.
“Fuck!” he groaned. “Come while you fuck me, Mistress—I want to feel you coming!”
“Only…only if you come, too,” she panted.
“Coming…coming now,” he groaned—and he was.
His orgasm tore through him with violent, mind-blowing force. It was unlike any climax he’d ever experienced—not centered in his cock, but radiating from that deep spot inside him. It washed through his entire body in wave after wave of convulsive pleasure—overwhelming and unstoppable.
Braze threw his head back and roared—a raw, animal sound of utter surrender. Thick, pearly ropes of cum shot from his untouched cock, splattering against the polished marble floor below in long, pulsing streaks. He came and came—his vision whiting out and his body shaking violently against the restraints as the orgasm went on and on and on…
He felt Kaitlyn drive deeply into him one last, time and hold there, a sharp cry tearing from her lips as her own climax hit. He felt her inner muscles fluttering around the end of the toy inside her, and the shared vibration pushed him through another aftershock, milking him completely dry as the last of his seed left his body.
For a moment, everything was whited out and the whole world seemed to vanish. There was nothing but sensation—the feeling of pleasure overwhelming him—of knowing that he had given himself to his Mistress completely until there was nothing left to give…and that everyone had watched him do it.
Then, slowly, the world seeped back in. He heard the sounds of the Court—murmurs of awe…a few scattered claps…the Empress muttering to her servants. The smell of sex and sweat and his own release filtered in too. The feeling of Kaitlyn’s small hands on his hips and her breath panting in his ear came to him. And last but not least, the deep, throbbing fullness of the shaft still inside him.
It was all too fucking much. Braze hung his head—wrists dangling limply from the manacles—panting, spent, and utterly drained. Every muscle trembled with exhaustion.
“It’s all right,” Kaitlyn murmured in his ear. “It’s all done now. We’re done.”
Her words seemed to break the spell he’d been under. Braze blinked…waking up, in a way.
But as the haze of pleasure receded, cold reality rushed in to fill the void. Shame—hot and acidic—flooded his veins. Fuck, what had he done? He’d begged…he’d groaned…he’d come like a fucking fountain in front of a room full of strangers while being fucked by his charge.
He’d acted like a mindless beast, and he’d forced Kaitlyn to be a party to it—refusing to let anyone but her fuck him.
Braze felt sick.
This wasn’t Yonnie Six and he was no longer a bodyslave to a Mistress who understood and condoned the way he’d just acted. He was with a Kindred Ambassador who he was supposed to be protecting—not submitting to. They had broken every bit of protocol it was possible to break, and he had shamed himself in front of her and the entire Court of the planet they were dealing with on a diplomatic mission.
There was no excuse for his actions…and no way to take them back. Worse, Kaitlyn had been forced to take part in everything.
She saw it all, whispered a little voice in his head. She heard you begging and pleading to be fucked—she’s never going to respect you again.