Page 55 of Revenge & Truth

Having nothing more to discuss, I thanked them for their time and made them promise to keep me informed with the goings on in the founding families. Ryker left with them, his phone to his ear, calling Jace and Hound to meet him at his office. This left me with plenty of time to fixate on how I wanted to destroy the Leoni Family once I arrived in Nepreea.

“Mistress,” Braxton murmured, placing a glass of water on my desk. “You need to keep hydrated. It’s a trigger for migraines, and I have a feeling this meeting undid all the work I did to get you to relax.”

Raking my hand through my hair to get it out of my face, I looked up at Braxton. “A migraine is the least of my worries right now.”

“You might think that, but figuring out a way to solve what’s going on is ten times harder when it feels like a monkey banging cymbals against your brain,” he reasoned. “You have an hour before your next meeting. What if you tried to take a nap?”

I snorted. “There’s no fucking way I’ll be able to convince my brain to shut up long enough to make that happen.”

Braxton walked around my desk and swiveled my chair to face him. “Now that is something I know how to fix.”

The smoldering look in his eyes told me all I needed to know about what his solution to my problem was going to be. “Braxton, I’m not letting you fuck me in my father’s office. Something about that just feels wrong.”

“My Queen, there is more than one way to get a woman to orgasm,” he countered, dropped to his knees, and slid his hands up my legs until they reached my knees. “All My Queen needs to do is tell me to please her, and I will take care of the rest.

There was no question I wanted to say yes. I wanted to grab his head and shove it between my legs to see if he really would be happy suffocating there. I couldn’t put my finger on why I was holding back. Maybe it was because I knew if I gave in to this careful dance we’ve been doing, there was no way to come back from it. Why my subconscious had to make every moment ten times harder than it needed to be was lost on me.

Each of these men was beyond patient, giving me the time I clearly needed to figure out my personal baggage and reassure me every step of the way. The man at the top of the list for getting turned down at every turn and still coming back for more was here kneeling before me, giving this one last try.

“I want you to remain on your knees, pet,” I commanded. “You’re going to stay there until you’ve convinced me why you’re the best pet to serve me. I don’t care what you have to do, but I want to be shaking in this chair, unable to even think about replacing you.”

A joyous expression shone on Braxton’s face. “As My Queen commands, her servant shall provide.”

Wasting no time, Braxton hooked a hand under my knee and shifted my left leg over the armrest of my chair. He folded back my skirt with great care to get it out of his way but didn’t cause the fabric to wrinkle. The feel of his hands as he massaged my inner thighs, teasing me while his thumbs brushed over my silk underwear had me shivering in anticipation. When he finally slipped a finger under the seam, I was surprised to hear the snick of a knife being opened. Glancing down, I watched as he pulled the crotch of my underwear out and sliced through it with the knife. I had to hand it to the man. I’d told him to do whatever needed to be done, and he followed that order to a T.

Now that I was exposed to him, he leaned forward, eyes turned upward, watching me as he lightly kissed my clit. Braxton took a finger and used it to caress from my clit to my ass. Desperate for more contact, I arched into his touch. Using two fingers, he spread me open and stared at my most intimate parts with reverence. Never had someone given me a look like that, and to be honest, I’m not sure anyone else could have pulled it off without making it seem creepy.

I gasped at the touch of his tongue flicking across my clit and instantly grabbed a handful of his hair. It was as soft and thick as I thought it would be, giving me the perfect hold I needed to direct him if I wanted to. For now, I chose to let Braxton show me he was everything he claimed to be since the moment I met him. He found a rhythm that was stimulating but was in no hurry to bring this show to its finale. The brush of his finger alerted me that he wasn’t planning on making this a one-act show—this man had something to prove.

Pulling back, he used his fingers to pick up where his tongue had been working me with the pressure I’d been craving, and the speed hurtled down the river toward the epic waterfall at the end. Just as I neared the rapids which promised the drop was coming soon, he stopped.

I whimpered and instinctively tightened my grip on his hair, urging his face closer to my pussy. “Don’t stop. I was so close.”

Braxton held his own against me and untangled my fingers from his hair. “My Queen, I want to give you everything you asked for, and I will. More than once,” he assured me. “However, the first climax is the most important. It sets the stage for all those that come after it, and you told me to have you shaking in this chair, thinking of no one but me. Are those the rules I’m still working with, or are you giving me a new direction?”

Everything in me wanted to tell him to forget everything I said and make me scream. If I did that, I’d have only been thinking about myself in this situation. Braxton had been begging for the chance to prove what this dynamic could do for us and how much he needed it, which meant it was my job as his Dom to follow through on our agreed-upon terms.

“No, pet, the rules still stand,” I assured him. “As a reward for being such a good pet, I will allow you to take care of yourself as you’re serving me.”

“Thank you for the reward, My Queen,” Braxton replied, nudging a finger at the opening of my vagina. “Would it displease you if I chose to abstain so that I might focus solely on your pleasure?”

“The reward has been given. If you choose to use it or not is up to you, my pet,” I reasoned.

It was at this moment he decided to slowly sink his middle finger inside me, causing my eyes to roll back in my head and a drawn-out moan to explode from my lungs. Holy fuck, how could this feel so good? Fuck that. Why the hell did I wait so long at forcing myself to keep Braxton at a distance? God, I was an idiot sometimes, but damn, this was totally worth the wait!

nineteen

My life was finally perfect.

I’m sure that isn’t what most people would be thinking as they feasted on their mistress’ pussy, making the most erotic sounds come out of her mouth. Those people didn’t understand the soul-deep pleasure and fulfillment I got from serving one of the most powerful women in the modern world. Hell, I don’t think even she understands the extent of her prowess. In time, she will discover it along the way, and we’ll be here to catch her when she tries to run away from it.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Astin panted once I started to incorporate my tongue again.

Ever so slowly, I pulled my finger out and used two of them to scoop some of her natural lube and swirl it over her asshole. I alternated slipping my finger deep within her, giving her G-spot a few friendly strokes before pulling it back out again. Alternating, I teased both entrances, allowing my fingers to barely slip past the entrance. Every so often, I fluttered them back and forth, making her hips buck as she tried to get me to slip them in deeper.

She was getting close, and I could feel how tight her pussy was, almost as if it were clinging to my finger, desperate to have something to squeeze as she came. Astin, for some reason, was under the impression I would only get one orgasm out of her, but I was planning for at least three before her next meeting. I just needed to make sure I didn’t work her skin too hard, creating discomfort from pussy burn. Just as I was about to bring the first one home, a loud, angry knock sounded on the office door.

“What the actual fucking-fuckety-fuck is going on?” Astin all but growled as she had just enough time to lower her leg and stand before I heard the door being thrown open and smacking against the wall.