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)
“Kaitlyn?” he said, looking at her as she came to stand beside him. “What’s going on here?”
“We’re going to talk,” she said simply. “And you may call me ‘Mistress.’ I haven’t given you permission to call me by my first name.”
Braze frowned but he felt a tingle of emotion at her words.
“Fine,” he said pointedly not using the title. “But there is nothing to talk about.”
“There’s a lot to talk about. Our partnership…the future…and the past.”
Her voice was cool and smooth—something about the way she spoke sent a shiver down his spine.
“The past?” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “What do you mean by that?”
“Sit down and we’ll get into it.” She seated herself on the couch and Braze started to sit beside her, but she shook her head. “No. On the floor—at my feet,” she commanded.
A mixture of emotions rushed through him. Anger that she was ordering him around…but also excitement and pleasure at her tone of command. It reminded him of the way Mistress Lovelyone had spoken to him when she trained him to be the perfect bodyslave, so many years ago.
Still, he stood there, unsure of what to do. Should he sit? Should he acknowledge her power over him? Or should he turn and walk away, rejecting the part of himself that hungered for her…that craved to submit to her?
Kaitlyn seemed to see the struggle on his face.
“Sit now or walk out of here forever,” she said. Her tone softened. “I don’t want that, and I don’t think you do either. So come on—sit.”
Reluctantly, Braze settled on the floor. He had to sit with his legs spread—his shaft was rock-hard for some reason, though he hardly liked to admit it, even to himself.
“All right,” he growled, looking up at her. “I’m sitting. Now what the fuck do you want?”
Kaitlyn frowned at him.
“Language,” she said sternly. “Please watch how you speak to me. I won’t tolerate disrespect.”
Braze fought to keep the surprise from his face. Was this the Kaitlyn he knew? She was usually soft-spoken—though he admired the way she almost always got what she wanted during negotiations. But she didn’t usually speak this way to him. Again, he was reminded of Mistress Lovelyone—she had been quite stern when she trained him, and secretly, he had loved it.
“Forgive me,” he said formally. “I did not mean to offend.”
“Thank you. Your apology is accepted.” She nodded regally. “Now, let’s talk about your time on Yonnie Six.”
“Yonnie Six?” Braze couldn’t keep the surprise off his face. He’d expected her to ask why he had stopped talking to her after she’d fucked him on Salimba Prime or maybe why he’d tried to dissolve their partnership without asking her first. Instead, she was asking about his distant past. Why?
“Yes, Yonnie Six,” she repeated. “Tell me all about it—I want to know everything.”
Braze’s stomach clenched into a fist, and he was suddenly swamped with a mixture of emotions—shame, fear, desire—they were overwhelming and he found he couldn’t get a word out of his mouth.
Again, Kaitlyn seemed to understand his struggle.
“How did you end up there in the first place?” she prompted gently. “Let’s start there.”
“I…my ship was captured. By pirates—outside the Frellian Sector,” he said, the words rising to his lips naturally now that she had asked him a specific question.
“I see.” She nodded. “And what happened to you after that? Did the pirates sell you to a Mistress?”
He shook his head.
“Not directly. They took me—along with a lot of other captives—to the Flesh Bazaar.”
“The Flesh Bazaar?” she asked, frowning.
“It’s this huge auction—where almost all of the Mistress of Yonnie Six buy their bodyslaves.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the Bazaar. The smell of leather and blood and sweat…the sounds of slaves crying and merchants calling their wares…the feeling of being bound and naked, kneeling on a pedestal where anyone could poke or prod him…
“Tell me about it—who bought you?” Kaitlyn asked gently.
“A Yonnite Mistress—Mistress Lovelyone,” he said. He closed his eyes, remembering the touch of her small, cool hand on his heated flesh. “I was bound…naked on display,” he went on, aloud. “I’d been poked and prodded…had my shaft yanked on and my ass tested by so many fingers by then, I was caught in a snarl of hate and fury. But then…she came.”
“And what did she do?” Kaitlyn’s voice seemed to come from far away. He still had his eyes closed, remembering.
“Touched me…just touched me. But her touch was soothing—kind instead of cruel and teasing. She stroked my forehead and murmured, “Poor boy—they have used you ill indeed, have they not?” He gave a choked laugh. “She always talked like that—so fucking flowery. But…I liked it.”
“So she bought you and took you home with her?” Kaitlyn asked.
He nodded.
“Back to her tower in downtown Opulex. She was really rich—she owned a whole building herself. But she only lived on the very top floor—in the penthouse suite,” he added.