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 brought her to the edge quickly, efficiently, then backed off—lapping gently until she was panting and slick, her thighs trembling. Only when she was dripping for him did he pull back, his chin glistening. His eyes were dark with a mix of lust and something fiercer—pride, perhaps, for having prepared her so well.
“That’s good, Mistress—thank you for opening for me,” he rumbled.
His words went straight to her head like strong wine.
“You’re welcome, Braze,” she breathed, stroking his hair.
The big Kindred rose smoothly, taking the harness from the servant who had silently approached. He handled the intricate straps and silver chains with a practiced ease that surprised Kaitlyn. Had her Protector had experience with this kind of thing before? She remembered that he’d spent some time on Yonnie Six—she wished now that she had asked him about it.
“Now then,” Braze rumbled, breaking her train of thought. “Let’s get this into you, Mistress.”
He held up the double-ended dildo, his gaze assessing. He picked up the smaller end—which was still intimidatingly thick—and coated it generously with the clear, slick lubricant.
“This one is for you,” he said, his voice low. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you either!” she protested in a low voice. “Give me the thicker end.”
“No.” Braze frowned and shook his head. He glanced at the larger end, a muscle in his jaw tensing. “The tea should help me take this. I’m pretty fucking sure it will, anyway.”
The uncertain hope in his voice nearly broke Kaitlyn’s’ heart.
“Braze—” she began, but he stopped her with a shake of his head.
“No fighting about it. If I had longer to prepare you, I’d let you take the thicker end. But I doubt the Empress will let me lay you down and taste you for another thirty minutes to help you stretch. We have to do this now—so I’m taking the thicker end.”
He helped her step into the harness, his hands gentle and sure as he guided her feet through the leg loops. He positioned the padded leather against her mound, the cold weight of the onyx pressing against her. Then, holding her gaze, he took the lubricated end of the toy and pressed the broad, flared tip against her entrance.
Kaitlyn sucked in a sharp breath. It was big—much bigger than any man she’d ever been with before, even though it was considerably smaller than Braze’s own shaft.
“Easy,” he soothed, his other hand coming to rest on her hip. “Just breathe, Mistress. Open for me. You can take it. You’re so wet, so perfect for me. Just let me put it in.”
“I…I’m trying,” she said, her voice coming out tight.
She tried to relax as he applied steady, inexorable pressure and the cold stone shaft slid into her pussy. A it entered her, there was a stretching burn and a feeling of being filled beyond capacity. Kaitlyn cried out, her nails digging her Protector’s his biceps.
“Oh God—it’s so big!”
“I know, baby, but you can take it,” he said, his voice a rumbling murmur meant only for her. “Take it nice and deep for me. Show me how strong you are. Show everyone who owns me.”
The hot, possessive words of encouragement worked on Kaitlyn like a drug. She breathed into the pain as she often did in yoga class—relaxing her clenched muscles with an effort of pure will. At last, with a final, smooth glide, Braze seated the entire length inside her.
“Oh…” Kaitlyn shifted her hips, trying to get used to the pressure.
A full, stretched-to-the-limit sensation bloomed inside her. She felt impossibly full—achingly open. She moaned softly as she accepted the shaft inside her completely.
“Beautiful,” Braze breathed. “You took that perfectly, Mistress.”
He quickly tightened the straps of the harness, securing the toy firmly against her body. The base pressed against her clit with every slight movement—a constant, maddening promise of pain and pleasure to come.
Braze rose and cupped her face, tilting it up, and kissed her. It was a deep, consuming kiss, full of shared desperation and a terrifying tenderness. When he broke it, he rested his forehead against hers.
“All right, Mistress,” he whispered, his eyes holding hers, baring his soul. In them, Kaitlyn saw no hatred, no resentment. She saw trust, and a painful, vulnerable need. “I’m ready for you to fuck me now.”
The words were a surrender, and she felt the last thread of her resistance snap. She gave a single, shaky nod.
“All right. And I’m ready to fuck you.”
It was time and there was no going back.
28
BRAZE
The need to be fucked was a living thing inside him now—a coiling serpent of pure, desperate desire. Tasting Kaitlyn—feeling her clench and flutter against his tongue—had been sweet torture that only made the need worse.
Stretching her tight little pussy with the thick onyx shaft had sent jolts of possessive heat through him, but it had also made the hollow ache inside him scream louder. Every sensation was dialed up to a blinding pitch by the Love Vine tea coursing through his veins. He fucking needed to be filled, even if it hurt—he needed to be fucked.