Chapter 36 Braze
brAZE
His cock was a throbbing bar of steel trapped in his trousers, aching with a need so fierce it bordered on pain.
Every nerve ending was focused on the woman standing over him, on the delicate lace barrier that was all that stood between his mouth and heaven.
Her scent—hot, sweet, and utterly Kaitlyn—filled the air, a promise that made his head spin.
Braze leaned forward, his movements deliberate.
He caught the fragile lace of her thong between his teeth.
The fabric was whisper-thin and already damp with her desire.
He tugged slowly, feeling the resistance give way as she parted her legs slightly.
He dragged the scrap of material down the smooth skin of her upper thighs, over her black, leather thigh-high boots, and past her knees until it fell to the floor like a discarded offering.
At last her pussy was revealed—the outer lips swollen with need and glistening in the low light from the flame-wall—so wet, her juices were all over her inner thighs.
Fuck!
Braze felt like he was losing it—in the best possible way. A soft, choked sound escaped him. He was drowning in her…in the sight of her sweet, wet pussy…in her hot, feminine scent. He suddenly knew he had to taste her, or he was going to fucking die.
He surged forward on his knees, hands coming up to cradle her ass, his mouth seeking her pussy in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue swept between her outer lips, gathering her juices as her flavor filled his mouth.
For one perfect second, she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pressing him closer as she ground herself against his face. But then, her hands firmed, and she pushed against his shoulders, breaking the contact.
Braze groaned in protest, the sound raw and animal. He’d barely tasted her. It was a cruel tease—a single drop of water in the fucking desert!
“No,” Kaitlyn said, her voice breathless but firm. “Not like that.”
He licked his lips, savoring the sweet/salty, addictive trace of her. His entire body was trembling with need.
“How then, Mistress?” he growled hoarsely. “Because I fucking need to taste you. Let me be of service to you—please.”
A slow, possessive smile touched her lips. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with power and desire.
“And you will be of service. Sit on the floor with your back against the couch. Then lean your head back against the cushions.”
A flicker of confusion, then a bolt of pure, white-hot understanding shot through Braze. His heart hammered against his ribs so hard he was sure she could hear it.
“You want to…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I’m going to ride your face,” she purred. “So come on, husband—get into position.”
That one word was simple but devastating. And what she wanted was everything he’d ever fantasized about in the darkest, most secret corners of his mind during his years of being her Protector, but had never dared to hope for.
The image they painted—of her in complete control, taking her pleasure from his mouth, using him for her own satisfaction—made his cock so hard it ached. He thought he might come right then, untouched, just from the sheer, perfect heat of her command.
Braze didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply moved—hurrying to obey before she could change her mind.
He settled on the floor, his back against the sturdy leather of the sofa, his legs spread wide.
He tilted his head back, resting it against the cushions as he looked up at the ceiling.
He was exposing his throat…his face…everything to her.
“I’m ready, Mistress,” he growled. “Come ride my face.”
“Good. Very good, Braze.”
Kaitlyn didn’t hesitate. She gathered the short leather skirt, pulling it up around her waist. Then she stepped over him, one booted foot on either side of his hips.
The view was breathtaking—the black leather of her boots…
the soft skin of her inner thighs…and her sweet, wet pussy poised above him—but it was about to get better.
A moment later, she knelt with a knee on either side of his head, and reached forward, gripping the back of the couch for balance.
Then she lowered herself onto his mouth.
It wasn’t a slow, teasing descent. It was a deliberate claiming—she was telling him in no uncertain terms that he was hers, to use as she saw fit. Her bare, soaked pussy came to rest directly on his mouth with the heated pressure of pure sensation.
Fuck! Braze was overwhelmed in the best way possible. Her flavor exploded across his tongue—richer and deeper than before. He instinctively tried to move…to lick…to serve.
“Wait.” Her voice was a breathy command, vibrating through her body into his mouth. He froze, looking up. “Not yet,” she said sternly, panting a little. To start with you’re…you’re just going to take what I give you.”
And then she began to move.
She rocked her hips, grinding herself against him. Not for his tongue to find a rhythm, but for her own pleasure.
Braze moaned, the sound muffled by her sweet flesh. His neglected cock throbbed and ached, leaking precum as her slick, open pussy rubbed against his lips…his chin…the bridge of his nose. She coated his face in her juices—marking him, using him for her own pleasure.
The sensation of her sweet pussy grinding against his face was maddening.
The heat…the wetness…the overwhelming scent of her…
the sheer helplessness of just sitting there, not being able to do anything but let her use him—it was the most erotic torment Braze had ever experienced.
He could only sit there, hands clenched into fists at his sides, and take it.
Every slow, circular grind…every little shudder that ran through her gorgeous, thick thighs as they clamped on the sides of his head…
every soft, breathy sigh she let out, was a gift and a punishment at the same time.
His cock was so hard it felt like it was trying to punch through the fabric of his trousers. Pre-cum soaked the front of them—a hot, undeniable testament to his arousal.
He was being used, and he loved it. He fucking worshipped her—his Kaitlyn… his Mistress.
But the Beast in him—the part that needed to act, to please—was straining at the leash. This passive acceptance was becoming its own kind of agony. He needed to give her pleasure—he needed to make her moan for him!
His control snapped.
With a growl, his hands shot up and gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft leather of her skirt. He pulled her down hard against his mouth and at the same time, he thrust his tongue deep inside her.
Kaitlyn cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that melted into a long, low moan.
“Braze! Oh, God…”
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He fucked her with his tongue, letting his Kindred biology answer the desperate call of her body. Luckily, he had some Lionous Kindred far back in his family tree, which made him able to do certain things even another Kindred couldn’t do.
His tongue thickened… lengthened…pushing deeper into her tight channel than any human tongue could, curling to seek that special spot he knew drove her wild.
“Oh…oh!” she gasped as he teased her. Then he pulled out to lap at her clit before sucking the sensitive bud gently between his lips. He teased it for a moment, then thrust deep inside her again, collecting her delicious honey.
Kaitlyn’s hands fisted in his hair—not pushing him away, but holding on. She moaned as she began to grind against his face again. She was riding him in earnest now==meeting each deep thrust of his tongue with a roll of her hips…chasing the pleasure of his mouth.
“Yes… oh, God, yes… just like that… your tongue… it’s so thick…” she moaned.
Braze could feel her inner muscles beginning to tremble around his invading tongue…could taste the subtle shift in her nectar as her pleasure grew and gathered.
Fuck—she’s going to come. Going to come all over my face!
There was nothing he wanted more. He redoubled his efforts, growling against her, the vibration making her gasp.
He held her hips immobile now, keeping her impaled on his face as he worked her over with relentless, skilled precision.
This was his service, his purpose, and his deepest desire all rolled int one and he couldn’t fucking get enough of it.
“I…I’m going to come!” she gasped, her body going taut. “Don’t stop… don’t you dare stop!”
Braze had no intention of stopping. He drank her down as she came—her orgasm coming in a series of hot, pulsing waves. Her honey flooded his mouth, hot and sweet and endless, and he swallowed greedily, worshipping at the altar of her pussy.
“Braze…Braze!” she moaned.
Her cries echoed in the quiet suite—a symphony of desire and release that filled his ears and made him even hotter as she ground against him. He could feel her trembling—her grip on his hair deliciously painful—until finally, she slumped, boneless and panting, against the back of the couch.
For a moment he felt completely surrounded by her and he reveled in it—reveled in the knowledge that he had made her come so fucking hard. Then, slowly, carefully, Kaitlyn raised herself up, breaking the exquisite connection.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were dazed with pleasure as she looked down at him.
“Mmm, that was amazing,” she murmured, a smile curving the corners of her mouth.
Braze felt a surge of triumph as he gasped for air, his mouth slick with her juices, his chest heaving. He fucking loved knowing that he’d pleased his Mistress—loved being of service to her.
But the pressure in his groin was fast reaching critical mass.
The visual of her coming apart on his mouth…
the taste of her still on his lips…the feel of her thighs trembling and wrapped around his head—it was too, too much.
He was a heartbeat away from his own explosive release and he didn’t want to come in his trousers.
He reached for the magno-tabs that kept them closed—a desperate, instinctive movement—but then Kaitlyn said,
“No.”
Her voice, though breathless, was absolute. Her hand shot out and closed over his wrist, stopping him.
He looked up at her, his eyes pleading, almost crazed with need.
“Mistress, please…being of service to you gets me so fucking hot. I’m going to come!”
“You are not,” she stated, her voice filled with that delicious, stern authority.
“You are not allowed to come until I tell you to.” She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear and her scent enveloped him anew.
“You will come soon, Braze—I promise you. And it will be so much better for the waiting. But I’m not done with you yet.
I want to keep you wanting, a little while longer. ”
Her promise of pleasure combined with the cruel denial, sent a fresh, agonizing spike of lust straight to Braze’s already tortured cock.
He didn’t mind—it was a pain he craved—a denial that felt like worship.
He groaned, the sound utterly involuntary, and moved his hand away from his trousers.
He forced himself to sit still, though every muscle in his body was coiled tight enough to break.
Kaitlyn clearly saw his struggle, because a small, satisfied smile touched her lips. She traced a finger through the wetness on his chin, then brought it to her own mouth, sucking it clean.
“Now,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with renewed lust. “Let’s see how well you can follow orders when you’re desperate. On your feet, warrior!”