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)
“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.”