“No,” she said firmly. “You’re not. Not until I say you can. And I’m still not done with you.”
She crawled up his body and straddled his hips, the wet heat of her pussy hovering just above his aching erection. God, she loved this! Teasing him like this—dominating him—had her more turned on than she could ever remember being. She was so wet by now she could feel her juices wetting her inner thighs.
She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, her lips at his ear.
“This is your service now,” she breathed. “To lie there and let me use you. To let me learn every way I can make you lose that famous control of yours. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
A groan of pure frustration and ecstasy rumbled in his throat.
“Yes,” he rasped. “It’s everything I wanted. Thank you, Mistress.”
She kissed him then—deep and possessive—grinding herself slowly against the solid length of him. She rubbed her pussy up and down his heated shaft, letting him feel how wet he made her without granting him entry. God, his thickness parting her pussy lips and stroking against her aching clit felt amazing.
When she broke the kiss, she was panting too.
“Now,” she said, her voice shaking with her own need. “I’m going to ask you again—what do you want, Braze?”
The look he gave her was a mixture of utter devotion and blazing hunger.
“I want to be inside you, Mistress. You don’t have to take my knot, but I want to serve you with my body. Let me fuck you. Let me make you come while you’re riding me. Please.”
Kaitlyn smiled—a slow, victorious smile. She reached above his head, her fingers finding the release mechanism on the cuffs. They sprang open with a soft click.
His freed hands didn’t grab her and try to flip her over so he could dominate. Instead, they flew to her hips, gripping them, holding her steady—waiting for her final command.
“Then serve me,” she ordered, her voice a soft command that brooked no refusal.
His fingers tightened on her hips and a shudder of anticipation wracked his powerful frame. His golden eyes were dark pools of need, fixed on hers, waiting for the final permission.
Kaitlyn could feel the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing insistently at her entrance—a promise of the devastating fullness to come. Her own body begged for it, clenching around nothing, ready to be filled by him completely.
She began to lower herself, the broad head stretching her, filling the mouth of her pussy in a way that made her see stars when suddenly?—
KNOCK- KNOCK-KNOCK!
The sound was sharp and imperious—it broke the new intimacy between them, shattering the moment.
Both of them froze and then it came again.
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!
“Excuse me, Ambassadress Kaitlyn?” A clear, formal voice called through the heavy door. “By order of Her Celestial Radiance, Empress Shatezarra, you are summoned to attend Morning Court immediately. Your presence is required without delay.”
The spell broke and reality came crashing back—the opulent suite…the political games…the dangerous world beyond this bed were all waiting. They were here for a purpose—to get the Love Vine. And they were currently breaking protocol in every way possible.
The heat in Braze’s eyes didn’t vanish, but it was banked—overlaid with instant, protective alertness. The desperate lover was replaced by the vigilant Protector in a heartbeat.
Kaitlyn felt a wave of intense, almost painful frustration, followed by a cold splash of anxiety. Had they gone too far? Probably so. Was this going to be a problem—would it ruin their professional relationship?
Braze’s hands slid from her hips, his touch shifting from possessive to reassuring. He gently helped her off him, his movements fluid despite the obvious, aching strain it caused him since his cock was still rock-hard. In one smooth motion, he swung his legs over the side of the bed.
He stood, his naked body a picture of disciplined control, though the evidence of their unfinished business jutted from between his thighs. He didn’t try to hide it. His focus was entirely on her, then on the door.
“Acknowledge the summons,” he murmured to her, his voice low and rough. “We can’t just pretend we’re not here—as much as I fucking wish we could.”
Kaitlyn took a deep, steadying breath, pushing down the whirlwind of thwarted desire and sudden nerves.
“We hear and obey the Empress’s summons,” she called out, her voice thankfully steady. “We will be there shortly.”
