Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
He needed it like he needed air to breathe.
But the idea of being taken like this—in front of this glittering, sneering crowd of Nobles…it curdled his stomach. Back on Yonnie Six, Mistress Lovelyone had enjoyed her games. She’d stretched him open with slick, tapered tails and vibrating plugs, whispering sweet, filthy praise in his ear in the privacy of her chambers. It had been a secret shame—a hidden part of his servitude that she kept to herself. She’d never exposed him like this—never made him a public spectacle.
Yet at this point there was no going back. The sexual demands of the Love Vine tea were building to a critical mass. It was fuck or fight and fighting meant death because he knew he couldn’t hold off every guard in the whole fucking palace. He wouldn’t leave Kaitlyn alone here to deal with the aftermath of that scenario.
He led her from the alcove, her steps hesitant and awkward with the unfamiliar weight and fullness between her legs. But despite the strange position they found themselves in, her chin was lifted and her shoulders were straight.
The sight of her—flushed but determined—steadied him. He didn’t know how she would feel about him afterwards—she might be disgusted by his abject submission—but for now at least, she was all in.
Which meant he had to be all in, too.
“Finally! The Empress snapped her fingers. “Guards! Chain him up!”
Two armored guards moved forward, hands reaching for his arms. A low, warning growl rumbled from Braze’s chest without conscious thought. He bared his teeth, the primal part of him rising close to the surface, his eyes flashing crimson. The guards froze, their hands dropping to their weapons but not drawing them. They looked to their Empress, uncertain.
Braze turned his head, meeting the Empress’s gaze.
“No need to force me,” he said, his voice rough but clear. “I’m ready.”
He walked to the punishment frame, well aware that every eye was on him, and lifted his arms, offering his wrists for the hooks above. The guards approached cautiously this time, fastening the chains of his manacles to the bar.
The click of each connection was final, and Braze felt it in his bones. He was spread…anchored…fucking helpless. The crotchless leather trousers he wore did nothing to hide his shame—his cock was rock-hard and shiny with precum—jutting out obscenely, even as he prepared to be taken from behind. The open back of the trousers left him completely exposed.
He was ashamed of his erection, but there was nothing he could do about it. Tasting Kaitlyn had aroused him and the Love Vine tea in his system ensured that his cock wasn’t going down anytime soon. So he just had to stand there, letting everyone in the whole fucking Court watch him prepare to be fucked.
He heard Kaitlyn step up behind him. The slick, cool tip of the onyx shaft brushed against the back of his thigh. He flinched, his stomach tightening into a hard knot of nervous dread.
Then he felt her hesitate and realized she couldn’t reach him—not with their height difference. Of course, she couldn’t. Even though she was tall for a human woman, he was still a head taller than her.
“An adjustable platform!” the Empress called out, her voice dripping with delight. “For our petite punisher!”
Servants scurried forward with a sturdy wooden platform. They positioned it behind Braze, and he felt the shift in the air as Kaitlyn stepped onto it. Now the head of the toy was aligned perfectly—resting right against the cleft of his ass. His heart hammered against his ribs even harder.
Oh Goddess…here we fucking go…
It had been years since he’d worn a tail for Mistress Lovelyone—years since he’d had anything at all back there. He hoped and prayed to the Goddess that the Love Vine tea would work like Bonding Fruit and help him open. Otherwise, this was going to be an excruciating experience.
Then Kaitlyn leaned into him, her soft body pressing against his back, her lips at his ear.
“Don’t worry, Braze—I’ll take good care of you,” she murmured. “I’ll try not to hurt you—we’re going to take it slow.”
Her whisper was soothing—both a balm and a brand.
She owns me, Braze reminded himself. She might not want me when this is all over, but for now, I’m hers.
Though he could feel its cool weight against his ass, Kaitlyn didn’t shove the flared crown of the onyx shaft inside him. Instead, she called for more lubricant. A servant came at once and handed her a vial.
Braze tensed, bracing for the invasion…but still it didn’t come.
Instead, he felt her small, slick fingers…a gentle, probing touch between his cheeks. They found his tight, clenched opening and began to circle, spreading cool, soothing lube.
“It’s all right,” Kaitlyn whispered in his ear. “Going to do this slowly, like I promised.”
Then one fingertip pressed inward, slowly and carefully invading him. The stretch was sharp—unfamiliar after so many years—but her touch was so patient, Braze felt himself melting. He let out a shaky breath, forcing his muscles to relax.