That one word was simple but devastating. And what she wanted was everything he’d ever fantasized about in the darkest, most secret corners of his mind during his years of being her Protector, but had never dared to hope for.
The image they painted—of her in complete control, taking her pleasure from his mouth, using him for her own satisfaction—made his cock so hard it ached. He thought he might come right then, untouched, just from the sheer, perfect heat of her command.
Braze didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply moved—hurrying to obey before she could change her mind. He settled on the floor, his back against the sturdy leather of the sofa, his legs spread wide. He tilted his head back, resting it against the cushions as he looked up at the ceiling. He was exposing his throat…his face…everything to her.
“I’m ready, Mistress,” he growled. “Come ride my face.”
“Good. Very good, Braze.”
Kaitlyn didn’t hesitate. She gathered the short leather skirt, pulling it up around her waist. Then she stepped over him, one booted foot on either side of his hips. The view was breathtaking—the black leather of her boots…the soft skin of her inner thighs…and her sweet, wet pussy poised above him—but it was about to get better.
A moment later, she knelt with a knee on either side of his head, and reached forward, gripping the back of the couch for balance.
Then she lowered herself onto his mouth.
It wasn’t a slow, teasing descent. It was a deliberate claiming—she was telling him in no uncertain terms that he was hers, to use as she saw fit. Her bare, soaked pussy came to rest directly on his mouth with the heated pressure of pure sensation.
Fuck! Braze was overwhelmed in the best way possible. Her flavor exploded across his tongue—richer and deeper than before. He instinctively tried to move…to lick…to serve.
“Wait.” Her voice was a breathy command, vibrating through her body into his mouth. He froze, looking up. “Not yet,” she said sternly, panting a little. To start with you’re…you’re just going to take what I give you.”
And then she began to move.
She rocked her hips, grinding herself against him. Not for his tongue to find a rhythm, but for her own pleasure.
Braze moaned, the sound muffled by her sweet flesh. His neglected cock throbbed and ached, leaking precum as her slick, open pussy rubbed against his lips…his chin…the bridge of his nose. She coated his face in her juices—marking him, using him for her own pleasure.
The sensation of her sweet pussy grinding against his face was maddening. The heat…the wetness…the overwhelming scent of her…the sheer helplessness of just sitting there, not being able to do anything but let her use him—it was the most erotic torment Braze had ever experienced. He could only sit there, hands clenched into fists at his sides, and take it. Every slow, circular grind…every little shudder that ran through her gorgeous, thick thighs as they clamped on the sides of his head…every soft, breathy sigh she let out, was a gift and a punishment at the same time.
His cock was so hard it felt like it was trying to punch through the fabric of his trousers. Pre-cum soaked the front of them—a hot, undeniable testament to his arousal.
He was being used, and he loved it. He fucking worshipped her—his Kaitlyn… his Mistress.
But the Beast in him—the part that needed to act, to please—was straining at the leash. This passive acceptance was becoming its own kind of agony. He needed to give her pleasure—he needed to make her moan for him!
His control snapped.
With a growl, his hands shot up and gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft leather of her skirt. He pulled her down hard against his mouth and at the same time, he thrust his tongue deep inside her.
Kaitlyn cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that melted into a long, low moan.
“Braze! Oh, God…”
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He fucked her with his tongue, letting his Kindred biology answer the desperate call of her body. Luckily, he had some Lionous Kindred far back in his family tree, which made him able to do certain things even another Kindred couldn’t do.
His tongue thickened… lengthened…pushing deeper into her tight channel than any human tongue could, curling to seek that special spot he knew drove her wild.
“Oh…oh!” she gasped as he teased her. Then he pulled out to lap at her clit before sucking the sensitive bud gently between his lips. He teased it for a moment, then thrust deep inside her again, collecting her delicious honey.
Kaitlyn’s hands fisted in his hair—not pushing him away, but holding on. She moaned as she began to grind against his face again. She was riding him in earnest now==meeting each deep thrust of his tongue with a roll of her hips…chasing the pleasure of his mouth.
“Yes… oh, God, yes… just like that… your tongue… it’s so thick…” she moaned.
Braze could feel her inner muscles beginning to tremble around his invading tongue…could taste the subtle shift in her nectar as her pleasure grew and gathered.
Fuck—she’s going to come. Going to come all over my face!
There was nothing he wanted more. He redoubled his efforts, growling against her, the vibration making her gasp. He held her hips immobile now, keeping her impaled on his face as he worked her over with relentless, skilled precision. This was his service, his purpose, and his deepest desire all rolled int one and he couldn’t fucking get enough of it.
