Chapter 35 Braze #2
He was twenty cycles old, naked except for the supple black collar around his throat.
The training room in Mistress Lovelyone’s penthouse was silent save for the soft chime of water falling in a distant fountain.
He knelt on the polished stone floor, back straight, hands resting on his thighs, gaze fixed on the intricate pattern of the rug three feet before him.
He had been holding the position for an hour.
Every muscle sang with a steady burn, but he did not tremble. To tremble was to fail.
“Very good, my fierce one.” Her voice, like silk and honey, came from behind him.
Braze didn’t turn or answer. He hadn’t been given permission. The swish of her silk robes approached. A small, cool hand came to rest on his sweat-damp shoulder.
“Your discipline pleases me. Such control. Such focus.”
Her praise warmed him to the core. This was what he craved—the earned reward of her approval.
“You may look at me,” she murmured.
He lifted his gaze and drank her in.
Mistress Lovelyone was still beautiful and elegant in her middle years—her hair was a complex twist of silver and blue and her eyes were the color of storm clouds. She held a thin, flexible rod of polished wood in one hand.
“Today,” she said, tapping the rod against her palm, “We continue your lessons in sensitivity. You will learn to discern my desire from the slightest shift in my breath…the smallest change in my scent.” She circled him. “A bodyslave does not wait for commands. He anticipates. He exists to please.”
She stopped before him. With the tip of the rod, she lifted his chin.
“Open your mouth.”
He obeyed. She placed a tiny, candied fruit on his tongue. Tart sweetness exploded in his mouth.
“Hold it. Do not swallow,” she ordered.
Braze obeyed.
Minutes passed and the urge to swallow was a physical ache. He kept his jaw slack, his breathing even, his eyes on hers.
He saw the exact moment her interest shifted from testing his endurance to something else. There was a slight darkening of her irises…a subtle parting of her lips. The faint, sweet scent of her arousal bloomed in the air, unmistakable to his Kindred senses.
Without breaking her gaze, he slowly, carefully, let his tongue curl, crushing the fruit against the roof of his mouth. The intense flavor filled his senses, and her scent got stronger.
A low hum of pleasure vibrated in Mistress Lovelyone’s throat and she nodded.
“You perceive,” she murmured. “Good. Now…come and taste what you really want.”
Braze felt his cock surge. He moved forward on his knees until his face was level with her hips. She parted her robes and he needed no further instruction.
He buried his face between her thighs, his world narrowing to her taste…her texture…the sounds of her pleasure. This was service. This was purpose—to translate her every desire into overwhelming satisfaction.
When she came—gripping his hair and crying out his name—it felt like a victory. He had perfected his task…and been rewarded with the pleasure of lapping up her juices.
Afterward, as he lay his head in her lap. And as she carded her fingers through his hair, she murmured,
“You have a gift for this, my darling beast. Submission is not your weakness—it is your greatest strength, honed to a razor’s edge. Never be ashamed of what you are…”
“Braze?” Kaitlyn’s voice, making his name a question, brought him back to the present.
“Yes?” he looked up at her, blinking.
“Go on with what you were saying…about your time on Yonnie Six,” she urged gently.
“I was saying that I loved it. I…” He swallowed hard, looking down at his hands, which were twisted in his lap. “I loved it when she forced me to submit.”
“Of course you did.” There was no disgust or disbelief in Kaitlyn’s voice—which was what he had been expecting. He looked up at her in surprise.
“You’re not repelled by that—by the fact that I wanted to submit?”
“Was I repelled back on Salimba Prime when you submitted to me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, but…” He stopped, uncertain of what to say. “I thought, after you fucked me…”
“I was never repelled by you—because I like a submissive male,” Kaitlyn sounded like she was confessing a secret of her own. “I’ve wanted to be in charge in the bedroom for a long time—but my ex didn’t want anything to do with it. He was strictly vanilla.”
“Vanilla?” Braze frowned in confusion. “What did his sexual needs have to do with an Earth flavoring?”
“Oh, it’s just that vanilla is considered the blandest, most boring flavor—the safest choice,” she explained. “What I’m trying to say is that he wasn’t into Kink. Wasn’t into domination and submission,” she added.
“Ah.” He nodded. “What was he into then?”
“Not much of anything at all.” She shrugged. “He only ever wanted to have sex in one position—with him on top. It would last three or four minutes—five if I was lucky. Just a few pumps, a squirt, and a tickle, as they say. Then he would roll off me and go straight to sleep.”
“What? What kind of a fucking asshole was he?” Braze growled, indignant on her behalf. “What kind of male leaves his woman unsatisfied and wanting?”
“The kind I was married to for far too long,” Kaitlyn said and sighed again. “But when I realized I wanted something more—something he was never going to want—I left him.” She leaned forward, looking at him intently. “How did you come to leave Mistress Lovelyone?”
Braze felt his heart clench in his chest.
“She set me free…in her will because she fucking died.” He cleared his throat.
“Five years after buying me and training me, she was in a terrible shuttle crash. I wasn’t with her at the time.
” He shook his head. “I should have been—I wasn’t feeling well the day she left.
I was fucking upset because she was going to go to the Flesh Bazaar to buy another bodyslave to train.
I didn’t fucking want to share her,” he added, remembering the feeling of fury and betrayal he’d felt when his old Mistress had announced she was going to train another male.
“So possessive…” Kaitlyn put out a hand and carded her fingers through his hair. Her soft touch made him shiver.
“Yes, I am.” He couldn’t keep the growl out of his voice. “Mistress Lovelyone used to say it was my one weakness—that I didn’t want to share. That I wanted my Mistress all to myself.”
“I feel that way too, about the male I’m with,” Kaitlyn admitted. “No sharing allowed and no cheating—that was another reason I left my husband. I found out he was seeing someone else behind my back.”
A growl rose in Braze’s throat.
“How could he cheat on a gorgeous mature Elite like you?”
She shrugged.
“He said he cheated because he wasn’t attracted to me anymore.
But it worked out for the best because I came to the Mother Ship and met you.
” She leaned forward again and cupped his cheek in her palm.
“You know, I’ve been so attracted to you from the first minute we were paired together…
but I never thought you’d be interested in what I wanted in the bedroom. ”
Braze felt like his heart might be melting in his chest. He nuzzled against her palm, loving the feel of her soft fingers against his heated flesh.
“I felt the same,” he admitted in a low voice. “I thought no woman outside of Yonnie Six would want a male who wanted…” He cleared his throat. “Who wanted to submit.”
“And yet…we found each other,” she said. “And our time on Salimba Prime brought out the truth.”
“It did,” he admitted. “And I fucking loved it.”
“I did too.” Her smile turned sober. “Until they made me fuck you.”
Braze pulled away from her hand, feeling his stomach knot again.
“I knew that would make you hate me,” he said in a low voice.
“Make me hate you?” she exclaimed and the real distress in her voice made him look up at her.
“Yes—I went too far. I fucking begged you to take me—to fuck me. How could you respect me after that? When I showed myself to be so fucking weak?” he growled.
“Weak?” Kaitlyn looked at him disbelievingly. “Braze, what you did on Salimba Prime was the opposite of weak. It was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do—ever.”
“What?” he frowned. “What the fuck are you talking about? How could letting myself be tied up and fucked be brave?”
“Submission itself is a form of bravery,” she argued. “It’s hard to put aside your pride—to do what isn’t expected by the world. To be true to your own self—to admit your deepest desires.”
“I…guess I didn’t think of it like that,” Braze admitted.
“But it’s true!” she protested. “What I saw on Salimba Prime was a Protector who kept on protecting me, even when he was in chains. You made me take the smaller end of that thing they forced me to use on you and you took the thicker end—remember?”
“Because I didn’t want you to get hurt…Mistress.”
His voice felt hoarse and raw as he spoke the title. He could see the effect it had on Kaitlyn immediately. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated…and for the first time during their conversation, he caught the scent of her feminine desire in the air. It made his cock ache almost unbearably.
“You gave yourself to me under the most difficult circumstances imaginable,” she murmured, looking into his eyes. “You submitted even though it must have been the hardest thing you’ve ever done and I love you for it.”
Her soft words and the way she said she loved him sent a rush of emotion through Braze.
“Truly?” he asked. “You…that’s how you really feel?”
“I love you,” she said again and this time there were tears in her eyes.
“And I don’t want to lose you over a misunderstanding.
I was too hard on you when I took you—I basically forced you to come in front of everyone.
I can understand if that made you hate me.
But if you’re trying to dissolve our partnership because you think I don’t want or respect you anymore, you’re dead wrong. ”
“I should have talked to you,” Braze admitted. “I shouldn’t have just fucking assumed you’d think less of me after you fucked me.”
“I think more of you. Oh, Braze…” She slid off the couch to kneel between his spread thighs and cupped his face in his hands.
“You’re so big and strong you could break me in half with one hand,” she whispered, searching his eyes with her own.
“Yet you submitted to me—let yourself be vulnerable with me. Do you know how much strength that takes? How brave you are for letting yourself be that open with another person?”
“How do you fucking do that?” he asked, his voice coming out gravelly because of all the emotions surging inside him. “How do you untangle such a messy situation and make it seem all smooth and right and perfect?”
“Nothing in life is smooth and right and perfect—it’s messy and scary and tangled, like you said,” she whispered. “But I want to spend it with someone I love—someone who wants what I want.”
“I want what you want,” Braze admitted hoarsely. “I want to serve you, Mistress. I want to be of service to you every fucking day for the rest of my life.”
“That’s what I want to,” Kaitlyn murmured.
Leaning forward, she captured his mouth in a kiss. It was a slow, hot, claiming—a meeting of their souls, Braze thought.
Then, Kaitlyn went deeper…her small hand slid down and captured his throat in a firm grip.
At the same time, the tip of her sweet tongue found the seam of his lips and slipped inside.
As she gripped his neck, she explored his mouth—tasting and teasing—declaring her ownership of him in the most intimate way possible.
Braze fucking loved it.
He opened himself to her—giving her what she wanted with no resistance. But even as she kissed him, he could feel his shaft aching for release.
“Mistress,” he growled when she finally broke the kiss. “Let me be of service to you now—please.”
“Mmm, I think I’d like that.” Rising she pulled at the short leather skirt she was wearing, tugging it up so that her panties showed.
They were nothing but a thin lace thong that barely hid her luscious pussy—which was already wet for him, Braze saw.
His mouth was watering to taste her again, to lap up her sweet juices and make her come over and over as she took her pleasure with him.
He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away.
“No, not yet,” she said, her voice growing stern. “First you’ll need to take my panties off—with your teeth.”
Braze felt his cock go so hard he was sure he could have fucked right through a wall made of plasti-steel.
“As my Mistress wishes,” he growled.
They were in for a hell of a night.