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)
He leaned over then, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth.
“Oh, Braze!” she gasped, but didn’t try to stop him.
Cupping her breast in one big hand, he sucked slowly…deeply…sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her already-throbbing pussy. Then he let her nipple slip from his lips and met her eyes, his gaze searing.
“Now go on—order me to service you. Order me to do anything, and I’ll do it. I want to do it. I want to serve you, Mistress. Please.”
23
KAITLYN
Kaitlyn nibbled her lower lip, a flutter of uncertainty mixing with the growing heat inside her. The intensity in her Protector’s golden eyes was undeniable—he meant it. He wanted her to command him.
Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his wrists and the sleek, unyielding manacles that prevented him from touching himself. They had hooks on them, right where the chain that joined them fastened if she ever wanted to put his hands behind his back.
Suddenly, a bold, wicked idea crystallized in her head.
“Anything?” she repeated, her voice gaining a new, speculative edge.
“Anything,” he vowed, the word a rumbling promise.
She shifted, sitting up at last.
“Then move to the center of the bed. On your back and put your hands up on either side of your head,” she ordered.
A flicker of surprise, then pure, undiluted heat flashed in Braze’s golden eyes. Without a word, he obeyed, stretching out on his back, his gaze locked on hers. The morning light played over the powerful landscape of his big body—his cock already hard and eager against his stomach.
Kaitlyn moved over him, kneeling beside his hip. She took his right wrist, the cool metal of the manacle familiar under her fingers. She guided his arm up and out to the side. There was a discreet, sturdy ring of polished metal built into the massive headboard, clearly intended for securing canopies or… other things.
She attached the cuff to the ring. It wasn’t a lock, but the tension and angle would hold his arm firmly in place unless he exerted brutal force to free himself.
She repeated the process with his left wrist, spreading his arms wide, leaving him open…exposed…and beautifully vulnerable before her.
Braze’s chest rose and fell in a deep, controlled rhythm but his eyes were lazy with lust. The position pulled the muscles of his chest and abdomen taut, showcasing every powerful line. The manacles gleamed dully against his skin.
He was utterly magnificent, and he was hers to command.
“There,” Kaitlyn murmured, sitting back on her heels to admire her handiwork. “Now you’re all mine. And you can’t do a thing unless I allow it.”
A low groan rumbled in his chest.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“My brave protector,” she mused, tracing a single finger down the center of his chest, through the light dusting of black hair. “So strong…so deadly last night.” Her finger circled one flat, copper nipple, and she felt the muscle beneath it jump. “And now, you’re here. For me—all for me.”
She leaned down and replaced her finger with her mouth, sucking his nipple gently, then scraping it with her teeth.
Braze hissed, his hips giving an involuntary jerk upwards. The manacles rattled softly against the headboard.
“Ah-ah,” Kaitlyn chided, lifting her head.
She loved the feeling of power this gave her—chaining up such a huge, powerful male and teasing him was definitely a favorite fantasy of hers.
“You don’t move unless I tell you to,” she told Braze. “Your job is to feel—to take whatever I decide to give you. Understood?”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Fuck yes! I mean…understood, Mistress.”
“Good. Then just relax and feel for me, Braze.”
She began a slow, deliberate exploration—taking her time and really enjoying herself.
She kissed her way across the hard planes of his pectorals, licked the deep groove between them, learned the texture of the scars that mapped his history—a thin white line across his ribs…a rougher patch on his shoulder. She used her hands, her lips, her tongue…mapping every contour, having her way with him. She nipped at the sensitive skin of his sides, making him gasp, and soothed the spot with a flat, wet lick.
And all the while, she watched his face. She saw his jaw clench…saw his eyes screw shut in pleasure, then fly open to watch her, dark with desperate need. She saw the utter trust warring in him with the primal urge he clearly felt to flip their positions and take her. The fact that he held still, letting the conflict play out within him without trying to dominate her or take over, was the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed.
Her journey southward was agonizingly slow. She kissed the rigid muscles of his abdomen, tracing each defined ridge with her tongue. She had always admired this part of him—she especially liked the hard ridge of muscle on either side his hips that formed a V. Now she indulged herself fully—exploring him in every way she’d always wanted to.