“I…I’m going to come!” she gasped, her body going taut. “Don’t stop… don’t you dare stop!”
Braze had no intention of stopping. He drank her down as she came—her orgasm coming in a series of hot, pulsing waves. Her honey flooded his mouth, hot and sweet and endless, and he swallowed greedily, worshipping at the altar of her pussy.
“Braze…Braze!” she moaned.
Her cries echoed in the quiet suite—a symphony of desire and release that filled his ears and made him even hotter as she ground against him. He could feel her trembling—her grip on his hair deliciously painful—until finally, she slumped, boneless and panting, against the back of the couch.
For a moment he felt completely surrounded by her and he reveled in it—reveled in the knowledge that he had made her come so fucking hard. Then, slowly, carefully, Kaitlyn raised herself up, breaking the exquisite connection.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were dazed with pleasure as she looked down at him.
“Mmm, that was amazing,” she murmured, a smile curving the corners of her mouth.
Braze felt a surge of triumph as he gasped for air, his mouth slick with her juices, his chest heaving. He fucking loved knowing that he’d pleased his Mistress—loved being of service to her.
But the pressure in his groin was fast reaching critical mass. The visual of her coming apart on his mouth…the taste of her still on his lips…the feel of her thighs trembling and wrapped around his head—it was too, too much. He was a heartbeat away from his own explosive release and he didn’t want to come in his trousers.
He reached for the magno-tabs that kept them closed—a desperate, instinctive movement—but then Kaitlyn said,
“No.”
Her voice, though breathless, was absolute. Her hand shot out and closed over his wrist, stopping him.
He looked up at her, his eyes pleading, almost crazed with need.
“Mistress, please…being of service to you gets me so fucking hot. I’m going to come!”
“You are not,” she stated, her voice filled with that delicious, stern authority. “You are not allowed to come until I tell you to.” She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear and her scent enveloped him anew. “You will come soon, Braze—I promise you. And it will be so much better for the waiting. But I’m not done with you yet. I want to keep you wanting, a little while longer.”
Her promise of pleasure combined with the cruel denial, sent a fresh, agonizing spike of lust straight to Braze’s already tortured cock. He didn’t mind—it was a pain he craved—a denial that felt like worship. He groaned, the sound utterly involuntary, and moved his hand away from his trousers. He forced himself to sit still, though every muscle in his body was coiled tight enough to break.
Kaitlyn clearly saw his struggle, because a small, satisfied smile touched her lips. She traced a finger through the wetness on his chin, then brought it to her own mouth, sucking it clean.
“Now,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with renewed lust. “Let’s see how well you can follow orders when you’re desperate. On your feet, warrior!”
37
KAITLYN
A heady, intoxicating power sang through Kaitlyn’s veins, sharper and sweeter than any wine. It was more than the physical pleasure still humming deep inside her from riding his face—it was the feeling of control.
Braze was a seven-foot-tall mountain of muscle and lethal skill—a warrior who could snap an enemy’s neck with his bare hands. Yet, here he was, kneeling for her, obeying her orders…his release held in the palm of her hand like a captive bird. The trust in his surrender was profound, and the thrill of wielding it was addictive.
Kaitlyn settled back on the couch, the cool leather a contrast to her heated skin. She felt regal—centered in her own desire. She pointed a finger at him.
“Take off your shirt and your trousers,” she commanded, her voice low and steady. “And then come to me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely.
His golden eyes—dark and desperate with hunger—never left hers as his big hands moved. He shed his crimson uniform shirt and then unfastened his trousers. The sound of the magno-tabs releasing was loud in the quiet room. He toed off his boots and then pushed the black fabric down over his hips, freeing his shaft and balls. Finally, he stood before her, utterly naked.
Kaitlyn’s breath caught in her throat—she had almost forgotten how big he was. His cock jutted out, thick and impossibly hard—the head swollen to a deep, angry red and beaded with clear pre-cum.
It was a beautiful, intimidating weapon, and it was utterly at her mercy.
Braze’s Bonding Scent was heavy in the air around them—stronger here, so close to the source of his need and desire. Kaitlyn breathed it in, loving the way it drew her to him, loving the devotion and desire she saw on her Protector’s face.
“Mmm, let’s see now—how hard are you?” she mused. Braze started to speak but she shook her head. “No, don’t tell me. Let me find out for myself.”
