“Yes, Mistress,” he growled, and his manacles rattled against the headboard again.
Kaitlyn was well aware that he was strong enough to break free of the hooks that held him and roll her under him in one move if he wanted to. But he didn’t want to. Her big, strong, muscular Protector—the seven-foot-tall Kindred warrior who could single-handedly take on a deadly predator like the Kriver—wanted to submit to her. He was staying in place for her because he liked this…possibly as much as she did.
The thought made her hotter than ever and she stroked him slowly, once… twice…learning his length all over again…exploring the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft…the perfect smoothness of the head. Pre-cum slicked her palm, and she spread it down his length, easing her movements.
“You like this?” she murmured, watching his face contort in painful pleasure. “You like it when I tease your cock?”
“Gods, yes,” he groaned.
“Very good.” Kaitlyn nodded, still watching his face. “Then tell me what you like about it.”
He groaned, his heavy biceps bunching with tension as she continued to stroke and tease him.
“I like the feel of your… your soft hand. Knowing you’re in charge. And the way you’re looking at me… like you own me. You do. You fucking own me, Kaitlyn.”
Hearing her name in that context, from his chained and desperate body, sent a shower of sparks straight to her pussy. She increased her pace slightly, her thumb swiping over his slit on each upstroke as she caressed his thick length.
“And do you like being owned by me?” she asked.
His golden eyes burned.
“You know I do. Would I submit, otherwise?”
“Mmm…I guess not.” She smiled at him, teasingly. “Do you want to come, my Protector? Do you want me to make you spurt for me?”
He groaned, his back arching and his hips pumping helplessly.
“Yes! Fuck, yes, Mistress, please…”
Kaitlyn stopped instantly, releasing him.
The sound the big Kindred made was one of pure agony. His entire body bowed, straining against the cuffs, his cock jerking angrily against his stomach.
“Please, Mistress! Why did you stop?”
“Because I’m not done learning you yet,” she said, keeping her voice calm.
She lowered her head, ignoring his tortured groan, and took one of his heavy balls into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue.
“Fuck!” he roared, the manacles rattling violently. “Fuck, Mistress…your mouth…your tongue…”
Kaitlyn didn’t answer in words. She lavished attention on first one ball and then the other before trailing her tongue up the thick root of his cock, along his throbbing shaft, until she reached the broad, plum-shaped head.
Only then did she look up, meeting his wild, golden gaze.
Braze’s chest was heaving, his whole big body tense with need.
Kaitlyn let him watch as she stroked him again.
“This is my favorite part of you,” she murmured, her lips brushing the sensitive crown as she spoke. “The part that proves—even chained up—you’re desperate for me.”
Then she opened her mouth and took him inside—just the head—sucking and swirling her tongue around and around the broad crown. She even dipped the tip of her tongue into the small slit, tasting his precum—it reminded her of salted caramel. And all the while she kept pumping him…stroking his shaft up and down in just the right rhythm.
Braze groaned—a raw, guttural sound of pure need as his hips jerked.
“Kaitlyn! Mistress! Please, I can’t… I’m going to…going to come!”
She stopped stroking and pulled off abruptly.
