Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around his length—noting that she couldn’t quite reach because he was so thick. The skin was silken hot—the flesh beneath unyielding as steel and a steady pulse thrummed against her palm.
“Fuck Mistress—your little hand is so fucking soft,” Braze groaned.
“Mmm, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Kaitlyn purred. “Because there’s more where this came from. I’m about to make you feel very, very good, Braze.” She looked up at the big Kindred, holding his burning gaze. “But remember,” she said, her tone leaving no room for doubt or misunderstanding. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
A muscle jumped in his jaw, but he gave a single, sharp nod, his voice a gravelly rumble.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” Kaitlyn nodded approvingly. “Now I want you to hold absolutely still while I touch you.”
And then she began to tease him.
Lightly, she trailed the tips of her fingernails from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive crown, then back down again.
“Fuck, Mistress…” Braze shuddered, a full-body tremor that made his entire, muscular body shake.
“Shhh,” Kaitlyn murmured. “Just be still and let me touch you.”
She leaned forward, her lips parting and placed a single, hot, open-mouthed kiss right over the broad head of his cock.
The taste that burst on her tongue made her hum in approval. Salty and hot with a distinct, rich sweetness underneath—like salted caramel, her favorite flavor. It was uniquely him—uniquely Braze. She swirled her tongue around the crown, lapping up the pearly drops of precum, savoring his flavor as well as the desperate growls her tender teasing ripped from his throat.
“Fuck, Mistress, please…” he groaned again, the words strained.
Kaitlyn didn’t answer with words.
Instead, she took just the head between her lips, sucking gently, applying a rhythmic pressure with her tongue.
“Fuck!” The big Kindred’s hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk, but he stopped himself from moving further, his entire body locking down in an effort to obey her order to be still.
The sight of his struggle made Kaitlyn even hotter—she loved being in charge of her Protector’s pleasure—loved teasing him like this.
His big hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides, the cords in his neck standing out, his golden eyes glued to her with a mixture of worship and torment. He was forcing himself to be still—to take whatever she gave him—and the sheer willpower it required was awe-inspiring…and incredibly hot.
Kaitlyn released him with another soft kiss and then proceeded to lick a slow, wet train down the length of his shaft. She skipped over his knot—for now—and nuzzled the heavy sac beneath, breathing in his masculine scent, before taking one taut ball gently into her mouth and rolling it with her tongue.
A ragged, broken sound escaped him—something between “fuck” and her name and a prayer—that was what it sounded like to Kaitlyn. God, she loved making him moan for her!
Releasing his balls, she moved up to the very base of his shaft, where she found his Mating Fist—his Bonding Knot—already swollen and hot for her. She traced the thick bulge with the very tip of her tongue, then looked up, meeting his eyes.
“You’re so hard, husband,” she murmured, teasing him with the title she’d used during their time at Salimba Prime. “Is this all for me?”
“Every fucking inch, Mistress,” he vowed, in his low, growling voice. “All for you and no one else—ever.”
“Mmm…I like that.” Kaitlyn smiled. “Since it’s all for me, am I going to feel it inside me tonight—deep in my pussy?” Keeping her eyes locked with his, she dipped her head and gave the knot another deliberate lick. “Are you going to fill me with your thick cock, my brave Protector…my husband? Are you going to push this knot into me and tie us together?”
Braze groaned, the sound torn from deep in his chest. His control was visibly fraying, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants.
“Gods, yes, Mistress,” he rasped, his voice raw with need. “If you’ll let me, I’ll fill you all night long. Please, let me serve you with my shaft!”
“We’ll see,” Kaitlyn murmured, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
She loved this—loved the dirty talk that made him tremble and beg and ache for her. She loved the raw, unfiltered sounds he couldn’t suppress—the deep groans…the guttural curses…the breathless pleas. Each one was a testament to their new dynamic—a symphony composed by her touch and his submission. She had him right on the edge…but she wasn’t done with him yet.
She continued her leisurely torture—alternating between sucking him deep until he was shaking and pulling back to lavish attention on every sensitive inch with her lips and tongue.
Every once in a while, she reminded him that he wasn’t allowed to come yet.
