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)
She turned to Braze. He was looking down at her, his golden eyes blazing. He didn’t speak…didn’t nod. He just held her gaze, his breath coming slow and deep. His Bonding scent intensified until it almost became a physical presence in the room.
Swallowing hard, Kaitlyn reached out…and closed her fingers around him.
Her first impression was of his heat—he was unbelievably, solidly hot—like steel left in the sun. His skin was smooth as velvet over an iron-hard core. A jolt went through her, and she heard his sharp intake of breath. The wire-frame model on her wrist-screen began to shift, pixels calculating.
Tentatively, she stroked upward, her palm sliding over the broad, plum-shaped head, slick with his pre-cum. The scanner lights blinked. She explored the flared ridge, then moved down the thick, heavy shaft. Her fingers couldn’t quite meet around his girth.
Kaitlyn bit her lip—God, he was huge. How could he ever fit this thing into anyone? Even with the opening compounds his body supposedly made, his equipment seemed much too big to fit.
She tried to push the thought out of her head and focus on the task of mapping his throbbing length and then the heavy balls beneath.
When she cupped them, he inhaled—a deep, unsteady breath.
“Sorry,” Kaitlyn murmured. “I’ll be gentle.”
Braze locked eyes with her.
“It’s all right, Mistress,” he rumbled. “I trust you.”
Kaitlyn felt as though her heart had skipped a beat. He trusted her…that felt good. Usually on missions he was the one protecting her physically…it was interesting to have their roles reversed and be the one who was in charge.
She cradled him gently, cupping his balls and rolling them carefully in her palm. Then she went back to the shaft and began stroking again. When she reached the base, her breath caught in her throat.
His knot. It was so big and hard and even warmer than the shaft. She cupped it in her palm, feeling its potential size and the way it swelled even as she touched it. The scanner whirred softly as it measured him.
Kaitlyn felt almost mesmerized…she couldn’t stop. She was stroking him now—really stroking him, up and down—her grip firming as instinct took over. She was fascinated by the sheer, brutal masculinity of him…he was so big and fierce and yet she literally held him in the palm of her hand.
The room seemed to fade around them until there was only his heat in her hand…his scent in her lungs…and the aching wetness building between her own legs.
Until suddenly a strangled, guttural noise broke the silence.
“Mistress,” Braze gritted out, the word strained—torn from somewhere deep inside him. “Please—no more. Lest I shame myself.”
Oh God—she was about to make him come! Right here—in front of the Mistress of the Wardrobe. The thought was forbidden—scandalous—and it sent a bolt of pure, wet heat straight to the place between her thighs.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she gasped, snatching her hand back as if she’d been burned.
Braze said nothing but his chest was rising and falling like a bellows. Clearly, he was struggling to master himself.
Kaitlyn was equal parts intrigued and ashamed. She’d never touched her Protector so intimately before…and she was surprised at how much she liked it. The sudden absence of his heat felt like a loss and her palm tingled.
The measurement had been successful, though—the screen on the scanner showed a perfect, detailed 3D model of Braze’s erect shaft and sac, complete with volumetric measurements blinking beside it.
With trembling fingers, Kaitlyn stripped the device off and handed it back to the Mistress of the Wardrobe. Her skin felt hypersensitive where the device had touched her.
“Very good—excellent measurements,” the Mistress said approvingly, taking the scanner and studying the readout. “My, my. Quite the specimen. Now, we know what we’re working with.” She tapped the screen, then frowned thoughtfully. “At least, for the erect harness. I might need different imaging for his cage.”
Kaitlyn frowned.
“His cage?”
“Why certainly,” the other woman said, looking at her as if she were simple. “For you must keep him caged at night unless you’re allowing him to pleasure you with his shaft. And if you’re anything like most wives here, you don’t do that often. Why, the Empress herself has never allowed a man to put his shaft inside her, and she’s quite proud of that. She makes her concubines use a device on her instead. Keeps them humble and focused on her pleasure—not their own release.”
“Oh…that’s interesting,” Kaitlyn said faintly. The concept was alien, yet it made sense for the dynamic they were portraying. And, she had to admit, she felt a secret thrill at the idea of having her big Kindred Protector kneel…of having him serve her. Though she wasn’t quite sure about putting a cage around his enormous shaft…
“Now then—let’s get you two all set up.” The Mistress bustled over to a small, sleek console, feeding the data from the scanner into it. “While we wait for my fabricator to spit out what we need, let’s get you both some formal banqueting clothes.”