Chapter 37 Kaitlyn
KAITLYN
A heady, intoxicating power sang through Kaitlyn’s veins, sharper and sweeter than any wine. It was more than the physical pleasure still humming deep inside her from riding his face—it was the feeling of control.
Braze was a seven-foot-tall mountain of muscle and lethal skill—a warrior who could snap an enemy’s neck with his bare hands.
Yet, here he was, kneeling for her, obeying her orders…
his release held in the palm of her hand like a captive bird.
The trust in his surrender was profound, and the thrill of wielding it was addictive.
Kaitlyn settled back on the couch, the cool leather a contrast to her heated skin. She felt regal—centered in her own desire. She pointed a finger at him.
“Take off your shirt and your trousers,” she commanded, her voice low and steady. “And then come to me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely.
His golden eyes—dark and desperate with hunger—never left hers as his big hands moved.
He shed his crimson uniform shirt and then unfastened his trousers.
The sound of the magno-tabs releasing was loud in the quiet room.
He toed off his boots and then pushed the black fabric down over his hips, freeing his shaft and balls.
Finally, he stood before her, utterly naked.
Kaitlyn’s breath caught in her throat—she had almost forgotten how big he was. His cock jutted out, thick and impossibly hard—the head swollen to a deep, angry red and beaded with clear pre-cum.
It was a beautiful, intimidating weapon, and it was utterly at her mercy.
Braze’s Bonding Scent was heavy in the air around them—stronger here, so close to the source of his need and desire. Kaitlyn breathed it in, loving the way it drew her to him, loving the devotion and desire she saw on her Protector’s face.
“Mmm, let’s see now—how hard are you?” she mused. Braze started to speak but she shook her head. “No, don’t tell me. Let me find out for myself.”
Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around his length—noting that she couldn’t quite reach because he was so thick. The skin was silken hot—the flesh beneath unyielding as steel and a steady pulse thrummed against her palm.
“Fuck Mistress—your little hand is so fucking soft,” Braze groaned.
“Mmm, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Kaitlyn purred.
“Because there’s more where this came from.
I’m about to make you feel very, very good, Braze.
” She looked up at the big Kindred, holding his burning gaze.
“But remember,” she said, her tone leaving no room for doubt or misunderstanding.
“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
A muscle jumped in his jaw, but he gave a single, sharp nod, his voice a gravelly rumble.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” Kaitlyn nodded approvingly. “Now I want you to hold absolutely still while I touch you.”
And then she began to tease him.
Lightly, she trailed the tips of her fingernails from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive crown, then back down again.
“Fuck, Mistress…” Braze shuddered, a full-body tremor that made his entire, muscular body shake.
“Shhh,” Kaitlyn murmured. “Just be still and let me touch you.”
She leaned forward, her lips parting and placed a single, hot, open-mouthed kiss right over the broad head of his cock.
The taste that burst on her tongue made her hum in approval.
Salty and hot with a distinct, rich sweetness underneath—like salted caramel, her favorite flavor.
It was uniquely him—uniquely Braze. She swirled her tongue around the crown, lapping up the pearly drops of precum, savoring his flavor as well as the desperate growls her tender teasing ripped from his throat.
“Fuck, Mistress, please…” he groaned again, the words strained.
Kaitlyn didn’t answer with words.
Instead, she took just the head between her lips, sucking gently, applying a rhythmic pressure with her tongue.
“Fuck!” The big Kindred’s hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk, but he stopped himself from moving further, his entire body locking down in an effort to obey her order to be still.
The sight of his struggle made Kaitlyn even hotter—she loved being in charge of her Protector’s pleasure—loved teasing him like this.
His big hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides, the cords in his neck standing out, his golden eyes glued to her with a mixture of worship and torment.
He was forcing himself to be still—to take whatever she gave him—and the sheer willpower it required was awe-inspiring… and incredibly hot.
Kaitlyn released him with another soft kiss and then proceeded to lick a slow, wet train down the length of his shaft.
She skipped over his knot—for now—and nuzzled the heavy sac beneath, breathing in his masculine scent, before taking one taut ball gently into her mouth and rolling it with her tongue.
A ragged, broken sound escaped him—something between “fuck” and her name and a prayer—that was what it sounded like to Kaitlyn. God, she loved making him moan for her!
Releasing his balls, she moved up to the very base of his shaft, where she found his Mating Fist—his Bonding Knot—already swollen and hot for her. She traced the thick bulge with the very tip of her tongue, then looked up, meeting his eyes.
“You’re so hard, husband,” she murmured, teasing him with the title she’d used during their time at Salimba Prime. “Is this all for me?”
“Every fucking inch, Mistress,” he vowed, in his low, growling voice. “All for you and no one else—ever.”
“Mmm…I like that.” Kaitlyn smiled. “Since it’s all for me, am I going to feel it inside me tonight—deep in my pussy?
” Keeping her eyes locked with his, she dipped her head and gave the knot another deliberate lick.
“Are you going to fill me with your thick cock, my brave Protector…my husband? Are you going to push this knot into me and tie us together?”
Braze groaned, the sound torn from deep in his chest. His control was visibly fraying, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants.
“Gods, yes, Mistress,” he rasped, his voice raw with need. “If you’ll let me, I’ll fill you all night long. Please, let me serve you with my shaft!”
“We’ll see,” Kaitlyn murmured, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
She loved this—loved the dirty talk that made him tremble and beg and ache for her.
She loved the raw, unfiltered sounds he couldn’t suppress—the deep groans…
the guttural curses…the breathless pleas.
Each one was a testament to their new dynamic—a symphony composed by her touch and his submission.
She had him right on the edge…but she wasn’t done with him yet.
She continued her leisurely torture—alternating between sucking him deep until he was shaking and pulling back to lavish attention on every sensitive inch with her lips and tongue.
Every once in a while, she reminded him that he wasn’t allowed to come yet.
“Wait until I tell you,” she murmured, holding his eyes with her own. “Hold back for me, Braze. I need you to hold back.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he gritted out, his entire big body taut and shaking with the effort to obey.
“Good, that’s so good,” Kaitlyn praised him. “Just hold still for me, Braze—I’m enjoying myself.”
She learned what made his thighs tense…what made his breath catch in his throat…what made a fine sweat break out across his bare, muscular chest. She was mapping his pleasure—claiming it as her domain and she loved every second of it.
But finally, she felt a shift. The teasing was a delicious game, but she was in need too—she was aching to be filled.
The memory of his thick, clever tongue sliding inside her was echoed by a demand for the real thing.
She wanted to feel the formidable hardness of his huge shaft, stretching her—filling her and easing the emptiness.
She needed him inside her.
She sucked him deep once more…then pulled back, releasing him.
Braze made a wordless sound of protest that turned into a groan as she rose to her feet. She loved how tall her boots made her—they enabled her to meet his gaze almost evenly. She pointed to the couch where she had just been sitting.
“Sit,” she ordered. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Without hesitation, Braze moved, lowering his big frame onto the leather cushions. He sat back, his legs spread, his raging erection pointing straight up towards the ceiling. He looked up at her, his golden eyes asking a silent question, blazing with anticipation.
Kaitlyn didn’t make him wait. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her short leather skirt and pushed it down, stepping out of it completely. The bustier and thigh-high boots were all she wore now.
She climbed onto the couch, straddling his lap, her knees sinking into the cushion on either side of his hips. Then she braced her hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the rock-hard muscle beneath her palms.
For a moment, she just stayed there, poised above him, letting him feel the heat of her pussy hovering just over the tip of his cock. Letting them both savor the anticipation. She watched his face…saw his nostrils flare as he breathed in her scent…saw the desperate hope and desire in his eyes.
“Look at me,” she said in a low voice, meeting his gaze. “I want you to watch me take you. Every…inch.”
“Fuck! Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, his hands coming up to rest on her hips— his touch feather-light, waiting for her to take him—to fuck him.
Kaitlyn couldn’t wait anymore.
Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself. The broad, slick head of his cock nudged against her entrance. She was so wet from his mouth and her own arousal that he slid in easily at first, a delicious, stretching invasion.
Then his girth made itself known as he got thicker towards the base.
She gasped as her body opened, accommodating him.
The way he’d tasted her so deeply and prepared her so well really came into play now as she sank down, taking him deeper and deeper until she felt a new, thicker pressure at her entrance—the prominent, swollen base of his knot.
She stopped, seated fully on his shaft but with that final, formidable barrier not yet breached. They were joined but not locked together.
“Fuck, Mistress…so fucking tight,” Braze groaned. A fine tremor ran through his big body. He was buried to the hilt, but the most intimate part of the Claiming was still held at bay—a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
Kaitlyn leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear.
“I’m going to ride you now,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.
“I’m going to fuck myself on this magnificent cock until I’m moaning.
But you’re not going to move a muscle. And this…
” She rocked her hips slightly, making them both gasp as the knot pressed insistently against her stretched entrance.
“This stays right here for now. You don’t get to knot me until I say so. Do you understand?”
A ragged groan was torn from the big Kindred’s throat. Kaitlyn knew this denial—even as he was buried inside her—was its own exquisite torture. His hands tightened on her hips, holding on for dear life.
“Yes, Mistress,” he gritted out, the words strained with the effort of holding back the instinct to surge upward and Claim her fully—to knot her and Bond her to him. “I…understand.”
“Good,” Kaitlyn purred. “Then let’s get started.”
Leaning forward, she took his mouth in a long, hot kiss.
Then she began to move.