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)
“What?” he frowned. “What the fuck are you talking about? How could letting myself be tied up and fucked be brave?”
“Submission itself is a form of bravery,” she argued. “It’s hard to put aside your pride—to do what isn’t expected by the world. To be true to your own self—to admit your deepest desires.”
“I…guess I didn’t think of it like that,” Braze admitted.
“But it’s true!” she protested. “What I saw on Salimba Prime was a Protector who kept on protecting me, even when he was in chains. You made me take the smaller end of that thing they forced me to use on you and you took the thicker end—remember?”
“Because I didn’t want you to get hurt…Mistress.”
His voice felt hoarse and raw as he spoke the title. He could see the effect it had on Kaitlyn immediately. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated…and for the first time during their conversation, he caught the scent of her feminine desire in the air. It made his cock ache almost unbearably.
“You gave yourself to me under the most difficult circumstances imaginable,” she murmured, looking into his eyes. “You submitted even though it must have been the hardest thing you’ve ever done and I love you for it.”
Her soft words and the way she said she loved him sent a rush of emotion through Braze.
“Truly?” he asked. “You…that’s how you really feel?”
“I love you,” she said again and this time there were tears in her eyes. “And I don’t want to lose you over a misunderstanding. I was too hard on you when I took you—I basically forced you to come in front of everyone. I can understand if that made you hate me. But if you’re trying to dissolve our partnership because you think I don’t want or respect you anymore, you’re dead wrong.”
“I should have talked to you,” Braze admitted. “I shouldn’t have just fucking assumed you’d think less of me after you fucked me.”
“I think more of you. Oh, Braze…” She slid off the couch to kneel between his spread thighs and cupped his face in his hands. “You’re so big and strong you could break me in half with one hand,” she whispered, searching his eyes with her own. “Yet you submitted to me—let yourself be vulnerable with me. Do you know how much strength that takes? How brave you are for letting yourself be that open with another person?”
“How do you fucking do that?” he asked, his voice coming out gravelly because of all the emotions surging inside him. “How do you untangle such a messy situation and make it seem all smooth and right and perfect?”
“Nothing in life is smooth and right and perfect—it’s messy and scary and tangled, like you said,” she whispered. “But I want to spend it with someone I love—someone who wants what I want.”
“I want what you want,” Braze admitted hoarsely. “I want to serve you, Mistress. I want to be of service to you every fucking day for the rest of my life.”
“That’s what I want to,” Kaitlyn murmured.
Leaning forward, she captured his mouth in a kiss. It was a slow, hot, claiming—a meeting of their souls, Braze thought.
Then, Kaitlyn went deeper…her small hand slid down and captured his throat in a firm grip. At the same time, the tip of her sweet tongue found the seam of his lips and slipped inside. As she gripped his neck, she explored his mouth—tasting and teasing—declaring her ownership of him in the most intimate way possible.
Braze fucking loved it.
He opened himself to her—giving her what she wanted with no resistance. But even as she kissed him, he could feel his shaft aching for release.
“Mistress,” he growled when she finally broke the kiss. “Let me be of service to you now—please.”
“Mmm, I think I’d like that.” Rising she pulled at the short leather skirt she was wearing, tugging it up so that her panties showed. They were nothing but a thin lace thong that barely hid her luscious pussy—which was already wet for him, Braze saw. His mouth was watering to taste her again, to lap up her sweet juices and make her come over and over as she took her pleasure with him.
He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away.
“No, not yet,” she said, her voice growing stern. “First you’ll need to take my panties off—with your teeth.”
Braze felt his cock go so hard he was sure he could have fucked right through a wall made of plasti-steel.
“As my Mistress wishes,” he growled.
They were in for a hell of a night.
36
BRAZE
His cock was a throbbing bar of steel trapped in his trousers, aching with a need so fierce it bordered on pain. Every nerve ending was focused on the woman standing over him, on the delicate lace barrier that was all that stood between his mouth and heaven. Her scent—hot, sweet, and utterly Kaitlyn—filled the air, a promise that made his head spin.