“Wait until I tell you,” she murmured, holding his eyes with her own. “Hold back for me, Braze. I need you to hold back.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he gritted out, his entire big body taut and shaking with the effort to obey.
“Good, that’s so good,” Kaitlyn praised him. “Just hold still for me, Braze—I’m enjoying myself.”
She learned what made his thighs tense…what made his breath catch in his throat…what made a fine sweat break out across his bare, muscular chest. She was mapping his pleasure—claiming it as her domain and she loved every second of it.
But finally, she felt a shift. The teasing was a delicious game, but she was in need too—she was aching to be filled. The memory of his thick, clever tongue sliding inside her was echoed by a demand for the real thing. She wanted to feel the formidable hardness of his huge shaft, stretching her—filling her and easing the emptiness.
She needed him inside her.
She sucked him deep once more…then pulled back, releasing him.
Braze made a wordless sound of protest that turned into a groan as she rose to her feet. She loved how tall her boots made her—they enabled her to meet his gaze almost evenly. She pointed to the couch where she had just been sitting.
“Sit,” she ordered. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Without hesitation, Braze moved, lowering his big frame onto the leather cushions. He sat back, his legs spread, his raging erection pointing straight up towards the ceiling. He looked up at her, his golden eyes asking a silent question, blazing with anticipation.
Kaitlyn didn’t make him wait. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her short leather skirt and pushed it down, stepping out of it completely. The bustier and thigh-high boots were all she wore now.
She climbed onto the couch, straddling his lap, her knees sinking into the cushion on either side of his hips. Then she braced her hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the rock-hard muscle beneath her palms.
For a moment, she just stayed there, poised above him, letting him feel the heat of her pussy hovering just over the tip of his cock. Letting them both savor the anticipation. She watched his face…saw his nostrils flare as he breathed in her scent…saw the desperate hope and desire in his eyes.
“Look at me,” she said in a low voice, meeting his gaze. “I want you to watch me take you. Every…inch.”
“Fuck! Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, his hands coming up to rest on her hips— his touch feather-light, waiting for her to take him—to fuck him.
Kaitlyn couldn’t wait anymore.
Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself. The broad, slick head of his cock nudged against her entrance. She was so wet from his mouth and her own arousal that he slid in easily at first, a delicious, stretching invasion.
Then his girth made itself known as he got thicker towards the base. She gasped as her body opened, accommodating him. The way he’d tasted her so deeply and prepared her so well really came into play now as she sank down, taking him deeper and deeper until she felt a new, thicker pressure at her entrance—the prominent, swollen base of his knot.
She stopped, seated fully on his shaft but with that final, formidable barrier not yet breached. They were joined but not locked together.
“Fuck, Mistress…so fucking tight,” Braze groaned. A fine tremor ran through his big body. He was buried to the hilt, but the most intimate part of the Claiming was still held at bay—a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
Kaitlyn leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear.
“I’m going to ride you now,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “I’m going to fuck myself on this magnificent cock until I’m moaning. But you’re not going to move a muscle. And this…” She rocked her hips slightly, making them both gasp as the knot pressed insistently against her stretched entrance. “This stays right here for now. You don’t get to knot me until I say so. Do you understand?”
A ragged groan was torn from the big Kindred’s throat. Kaitlyn knew this denial—even as he was buried inside her—was its own exquisite torture. His hands tightened on her hips, holding on for dear life.
“Yes, Mistress,” he gritted out, the words strained with the effort of holding back the instinct to surge upward and Claim her fully—to knot her and Bond her to him. “I…understand.”
“Good,” Kaitlyn purred. “Then let’s get started.”
Leaning forward, she took his mouth in a long, hot kiss.
Then she began to move.
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