He was utterly magnificent, and he was hers to command.
“There,” Kaitlyn murmured, sitting back on her heels to admire her handiwork. “Now you’re all mine. And you can’t do a thing unless I allow it.”
A low groan rumbled in his chest.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“My brave protector,” she mused, tracing a single finger down the center of his chest, through the light dusting of black hair. “So strong…so deadly last night.” Her finger circled one flat, copper nipple, and she felt the muscle beneath it jump. “And now, you’re here. For me—all for me.”
She leaned down and replaced her finger with her mouth, sucking his nipple gently, then scraping it with her teeth.
Braze hissed, his hips giving an involuntary jerk upwards. The manacles rattled softly against the headboard.
“Ah-ah,” Kaitlyn chided, lifting her head.
She loved the feeling of power this gave her—chaining up such a huge, powerful male and teasing him was definitely a favorite fantasy of hers.
“You don’t move unless I tell you to,” she told Braze. “Your job is to feel—to take whatever I decide to give you. Understood?”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Fuck yes! I mean…understood, Mistress.”
“Good. Then just relax and feel for me, Braze.”
She began a slow, deliberate exploration—taking her time and really enjoying herself.
She kissed her way across the hard planes of his pectorals, licked the deep groove between them, learned the texture of the scars that mapped his history—a thin white line across his ribs…a rougher patch on his shoulder. She used her hands, her lips, her tongue…mapping every contour, having her way with him. She nipped at the sensitive skin of his sides, making him gasp, and soothed the spot with a flat, wet lick.
And all the while, she watched his face. She saw his jaw clench…saw his eyes screw shut in pleasure, then fly open to watch her, dark with desperate need. She saw the utter trust warring in him with the primal urge he clearly felt to flip their positions and take her. The fact that he held still, letting the conflict play out within him without trying to dominate her or take over, was the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed.
Her journey southward was agonizingly slow. She kissed the rigid muscles of his abdomen, tracing each defined ridge with her tongue. She had always admired this part of him—she especially liked the hard ridge of muscle on either side his hips that formed a V. Now she indulged herself fully—exploring him in every way she’d always wanted to.
Braze was trembling by the time her breath ghosted over the thatch of dark curls at his groin.
“Please,” he grated out, the word torn from him.
“Please what?” she asked innocently, blowing a soft stream of air over the broad head of his cock.
“Please, Mistress—touch me,” he rumbled.
“I am touching you,” she said, giving him a naughty little grin as she ran her nails lightly up the insides of his thighs.
“Fuck!” he groaned and jerked against the cuffs.
“Oh, I see—you want something specific, don’t you?” Kaitlyn teased him. “Use your words, Braze. Ask me properly.”
He took a shuddering breath.
“Mistress… please. Please touch my cock. Let me feel your hands on me.”
“Well…since you asked so nicely…”
She finally wrapped her fingers around his shaft. It was thick, velvety steel in her grip—hotter than the rest of his skin.
A choked cry escaped him, and he thrust up, his hips bucking helplessly as he tried to fuck her hand.
“No, no…” Kaitlyn raised one finger in warning, giving him a stern look. “You have to hold still and let me touch you. No moving, Braze.”
