Her touch was electric…and possessive.
I own you now, it said. You’re mine to touch whenever and wherever I want.
Chills raced down his spine, and a low, involuntary rumble started deep in his chest. Kneeling for her…accepting her touch like this—it was sweet, exquisite torture. He was painfully hard, leaking through the silk panel that covered his aching cock. Somehow her gentle, dominant petting him was pushing him closer to the edge than even her direct touch had in the Wardrobe.
Fuck, I might actually come if she doesn’t stop, Braze thought.
But he couldn’t fucking bear to ask her not to touch him. He wanted what she was giving him too much to end it voluntarily.
“I hope you don’t mind this,” Kaitlyn said softly, her fingers continuing their gentle exploration. “But since this is a female-led society, I’m afraid I’ll have to at least appear dominant when we’re together like this.”
“I don’t fucking mind,” Braze growled, the words torn from him. He couldn’t hide the raw need in his voice. The admission was terrifying and liberating at the same time. His hips gave a tiny, helpless thrust into empty air. “You have to pretend to be dominant the same way I have to pretend to be submissive,” he added.
A faint, knowing smile touched Kaitlyn’s luscious lips.
“I’m glad you don’t mind,” she murmured, her nails scraping deliciously against the back of his neck. “Because we both have to play our roles while we’re here.”
“Exactly,” he agreed, grasping at the lifeline she’d thrown him. The relief he felt was dizzying. “We’re just playing roles. That’s all.”
That’s all. The thought was a revelation—an escape hatch from his own guilt. At last, he could give in. He could let the submissive tendencies he’d fought for years rise to the surface. He could crave her touch, obey her commands, and kneel to her whenever she ordered him to. It would all be in service to their mission—a cover story so perfect it felt like the absolute truth.
The realization unleashed a surge of desire so deep and vast it nearly stole his breath. Braze suddenly needed to be closer to her—to lean into the fiction until it felt real.
He bent forward—a supplicant’s move—and laid his head in her lap. The silky fabric of her skirt was soft against his cheek and under it, her flesh was even softer.
He turned his face inward, nuzzling the tender skin of her inner thigh through the fabric. He inhaled her scent, deep and warm and uniquely Kaitlyn.
Gods, he wanted her so fucking badly!
“Do whatever you want with me, Mistress,” he heard himself say, the title falling from his lips with total ease.
“Oh, Braze…” she murmured but she didn’t stop stroking his hair.
He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her muscle jump beneath his lips. He wanted to kiss higher…to taste her sweet pussy and hear her moan his name. But he reluctantly admitted to himself that would be going too far.
“I’ll be your bodyslave… your husband. Whatever you want me to do, or whatever you need to do to me, it doesn’t matter.” He lifted his head slightly, meeting her wide, startled eyes. “After all, we’re here on a mission. And we have to get that fucking Love Vine.”
For a long moment, she just looked down at him, her fingers stilled in his hair. He saw the conflict in her face—professional resolve warring with something else—something warmer…darker…and just as hungry as the emotions churning inside him.
Or was he imagining all that? Was he reading into it—hoping she was as into playing these new roles as he was? Braze didn’t know—he hoped he hadn’t pushed things too far.
But finally, Kaitlyn nodded. Her hand resumed its slow, gentle stroking.
“Yes,” she agreed, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re right. Whatever we have to do… we must complete the mission.”
9
KAITLYN
Kaitlyn couldn’t help feeling surprised at her huge Protector’s submissive gesture. She’d been taking a calculated risk when she told him to kneel for her. But the way he’d put his head in her lap and kissed her thigh just melted her. Was he into this or was he just playing his role exceptionally well?
She honestly couldn’t tell. But she was glad he wasn’t upset at the way she’d “mapped” his shaft earlier. And he seemed to agree with her that the two of them had to be convincing. He also seemed to be willing to do anything it took to complete this mission.
Kaitlyn wondered how long that would last. How would he feel when she had to lock his cock away in the tiny silver cage for the night?
But she pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on enjoying the physical contact with her Protector. Braze was so big it was like being embraced by a bear, she thought—with his head on her thigh and his arms wrapped loosely around her waist, she felt surrounded by him.
It was nice, because they didn’t usually get this close. Oh, he lifted her over mud puddles and had, on occasion, thrown her over his shoulder to run them both to safety during a dicey situation, but those were unusual occurrences and didn’t last very long. Kaitlyn liked this prolonged contact—the feeling of just being close to him.
