“Not for everything. Lie back and spread your legs. Let me taste my wife.”
“If you do that, I’ll get impatient,” she said, but she was already lying back.
“Your eagerness is my favorite thing. Since that first night, I kept thinking how lucky your husband would be. I envied him. I didn’t know it would be me.” He brushed his mouth over her, grazing her clit with his chin. Then he licked between her lips with his strong tongue. She spread her legs wider for him.
“You have a lovely mouth. And a very talented tongue.”
“There are ornaments I could pierce you with right here,” he said, sucking on her mound. “Rings on these lips. Ones I could lock.”
“Why would you?” she gasped, arching.
“To control you. To remind you all day and night that I own you.”
She moaned softly, pressing on his head. “More, please.”
He pushed his thick tongue deeper, stretching the thin barrier. “Does that hurt or feel good?”
“Both,” she husked.
“I might add some rings to these pretty lips, so I can lace you up like a corset. And when we go back to the spa on the space liner, everyone will see the ribbons while you crawl down the hall on a leash.”
“I’m not agreeing to that,” she said with a pout.
“What color ribbons do you want, kitty?” he asked, blowing on her, then licking with increasing force. “Pink to match your pussy?”
“Dead realms,” she gasped. “Please.”
He sucked, then placed an open-mouthed kiss on her clit. “Pink would match the stripes on your ass, too, when I strap it to punish you.”
She shuddered, streaks of pleasure running through her body.
“You know what they’ve got in this castle?”
“What?” she groaned.
“An erotic playroom. For taming naughty pets.”
“No, they don’t.”
“Yes, and it’s at my disposal for the night. With or without witnesses, depending on my preference.”
She raised her head, eyes wide. “Surely not. An Endricane princess is mistress of this castle. Surely she wouldn’t allow Lord Evston to keep a historical slave chamber in it?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “I don’t think it’s historical or for slaves in the traditional sense.”
“Are you suggesting…?”
“I’m saying I was offered a room that’s clean and ready for use for a special and memorable wedding night. Lord Evston seemed to know I’d taken you on a pleasure ship for pet training. Why would he know, unless he’d been a pet owner in the past? And if the room’s not been dismantled, I’m guessing the princess has been at his mercy in there.”
“That’s—is that possible?” She sat up. “I want to see it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. She’s the most famous princess in the known universe. So beautiful they turned her likeness into dolls. Zawri and I each had one. You saw her today. She’s exquisite.”
“Not as exquisite as you.”
She smiled, but waved the thought aside. “If she’s a sex slave to her husband there, it must be averysexy room.”
