Braze obeyed.
Minutes passed and the urge to swallow was a physical ache. He kept his jaw slack, his breathing even, his eyes on hers.
He saw the exact moment her interest shifted from testing his endurance to something else. There was a slight darkening of her irises…a subtle parting of her lips. The faint, sweet scent of her arousal bloomed in the air, unmistakable to his Kindred senses.
Without breaking her gaze, he slowly, carefully, let his tongue curl, crushing the fruit against the roof of his mouth. The intense flavor filled his senses, and her scent got stronger.
A low hum of pleasure vibrated in Mistress Lovelyone’s throat and she nodded.
“You perceive,” she murmured. “Good. Now…come and taste what you really want.”
Braze felt his cock surge. He moved forward on his knees until his face was level with her hips. She parted her robes and he needed no further instruction.
He buried his face between her thighs, his world narrowing to her taste…her texture…the sounds of her pleasure. This was service. This was purpose—to translate her every desire into overwhelming satisfaction.
When she came—gripping his hair and crying out his name—it felt like a victory. He had perfected his task…and been rewarded with the pleasure of lapping up her juices.
Afterward, as he lay his head in her lap. And as she carded her fingers through his hair, she murmured,
“You have a gift for this, my darling beast. Submission is not your weakness—it is your greatest strength, honed to a razor’s edge. Never be ashamed of what you are…”
“Braze?” Kaitlyn’s voice, making his name a question, brought him back to the present.
“Yes?” he looked up at her, blinking.
“Go on with what you were saying…about your time on Yonnie Six,” she urged gently.
“I was saying that I loved it. I…” He swallowed hard, looking down at his hands, which were twisted in his lap. “I loved it when she forced me to submit.”
“Of course you did.” There was no disgust or disbelief in Kaitlyn’s voice—which was what he had been expecting. He looked up at her in surprise.
“You’re not repelled by that—by the fact that I wanted to submit?”
“Was I repelled back on Salimba Prime when you submitted to me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, but…” He stopped, uncertain of what to say. “I thought, after you fucked me…”
“I was never repelled by you—because I like a submissive male,” Kaitlyn sounded like she was confessing a secret of her own. “I’ve wanted to be in charge in the bedroom for a long time—but my ex didn’t want anything to do with it. He was strictly vanilla.”
“Vanilla?” Braze frowned in confusion. “What did his sexual needs have to do with an Earth flavoring?”
“Oh, it’s just that vanilla is considered the blandest, most boring flavor—the safest choice,” she explained. “What I’m trying to say is that he wasn’t into Kink. Wasn’t into domination and submission,” she added.
“Ah.” He nodded. “What was he into then?”
“Not much of anything at all.” She shrugged. “He only ever wanted to have sex in one position—with him on top. It would last three or four minutes—five if I was lucky. Just a few pumps, a squirt, and a tickle, as they say. Then he would roll off me and go straight to sleep.”
“What? What kind of a fucking asshole was he?” Braze growled, indignant on her behalf. “What kind of male leaves his woman unsatisfied and wanting?”
“The kind I was married to for far too long,” Kaitlyn said and sighed again. “But when I realized I wanted something more—something he was never going to want—I left him.” She leaned forward, looking at him intently. “How did you come to leave Mistress Lovelyone?”
Braze felt his heart clench in his chest.
“She set me free…in her will because she fucking died.” He cleared his throat. “Five years after buying me and training me, she was in a terrible shuttle crash. I wasn’t with her at the time.” He shook his head. “I should have been—I wasn’t feeling well the day she left. I was fucking upset because she was going to go to the Flesh Bazaar to buy another bodyslave to train. I didn’t fucking want to share her,” he added, remembering the feeling of fury and betrayal he’d felt when his old Mistress had announced she was going to train another male.
“So possessive…” Kaitlyn put out a hand and carded her fingers through his hair. Her soft touch made him shiver.
“Yes, I am.” He couldn’t keep the growl out of his voice. “Mistress Lovelyone used to say it was my one weakness—that I didn’t want to share. That I wanted my Mistress all to myself.”
