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)
“Yeah, well…I can’t fucking help getting hard when I’m around you. Sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize,” she assured him, and she sounded like she meant it. “It’s kind of flattering, actually.”
Braze wasn’t sure what to say to that—so she liked it that looking at her made him hard? The thought sent another jolt of pure desire straight to his already-throbbing cock.
“Let’s just get you into that gown,” he managed, his voice coming out tight. “The servant is waiting, and I have to get dressed too.”
“Oh, of course.”
She stood still as he lifted the heavy, cool fabric of the starry gown and draped it over her head. He guided her arms through the sleeves and then turned her gently to fasten the low back. His fingertips skimmed the bare skin of her spine as he worked the intricate silver clasps, and she shivered under his touch. He wished fiercely that he could bend and press his lips to the vulnerable nape of her neck…to taste the salt of her skin…to mark her as his.
Then he remembered their unseen audience, the Empress. If she was watching, she’d expect affection. More than affection—heat. They had to give a good performance. When he looked at it that way, it would be wrong not to kiss her.
Decision made, he swept the heavy fall of her black and silver hair over one shoulder, baring the elegant line of her neck. He leaned in and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the tender side of her throat, letting his lips linger…feeling her pulse jump wildly against them.
Kaitlyn gave a little gasp but didn’t pull away.
“You look beautiful in that gown, wife,” he growled softly against her ear, his breath stirring the fine hairs at her nape.
She shivered again—a full-body tremor as though his words overcame her with some emotion—and then leaned back against him, just for a second. Her body felt soft and pliant against his rigid frame.
“Thank you, husband,” she murmured. “But you haven’t seen the front of it yet.”
She pulled away and turned to face him. The gown was a masterpiece of seduction. Her full breasts were proudly displayed through the circular cut-outs, her nipples tight and visible. The high slit in the front of the skirt fell open, revealing the entire length of her long legs and the shadowed apex of her thighs.
“Oh, I can’t forget the panties that go with this,” she remarked, looking down at herself and blushing again. “It’s already indecent enough as it is.”
She retrieved the tiny scrap of matching blue lace from the bed. As she started to step into them, Braze stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
“Let me, Mistress,” he said.
“Oh… all right.” She handed him the panties, her blush deepening.
He went to his knees before her, the position feeling more natural, more right than ever. He held the lace open and helped her step into each leg, his fingers brushing her calves…her ankles. Slowly, he drew the garment up, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, settling the waistband snugly around her hips.
He couldn’t help but admire the way the lace molded to her gorgeous body…the fullness of her hips…the strong, thick thighs he knew could probably grip him like a vise if she ever wanted to. And he loved the way the vertical opening in the front of the panties framed the sweet, swollen slit of her pussy, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her feminine desire.
Goddess, can a male die of being hard for too long? he wondered. Because the pressure in his groin was becoming unbearable—a tight, urgent need that refused to go away.
On impulse, he looked up at her, meeting her gaze.
“Can I kiss you, Mistress? Kiss your panties, I mean?” he asked, his voice coming out hoarse with desire.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes going wide.
“You want to…?”
“Kiss your panties,” he repeated. “It’s something the Mistresses of Yonnie Six have their bodyslaves do. I, uh, thought it would look good for the Empress if she’s watching,” he added, hoping she wouldn’t think he was overstepping.
“Oh, well in that case—of course. I guess it would be all right,” she agreed, her cheeks going pink. “We do have to put on a good show, after all.”
Braze didn’t need further invitation. He pressed forward, nuzzling his cheek against the soft lace covering her mound. He inhaled deeply, and the scent that filled his senses—hot, sweet, uniquely feminine, and most of all hers—made his head swim and his cock jerk painfully.
He could have spent hours with his face between her thighs, but he knew they didn’t have the time. So he pressed a firm, lingering kiss to the top of her mound, right over the lace. It wasn’t where he really wanted to kiss—which was lower, on the hot little bud of her clit he could see peeking from between her outer lips. But he didn’t want to push too far.