Epilogue

2 months later

Cam pushed the box of receipts to one side of her desk and sighed. Despite the miracles of technology that surrounded them, many of the shopkeepers still used some version of paper to track their sales and it was part of her job to go through them.

“Tired, sweetness?”

Kievan stood in the doorway, and her heart did its usual skip at the sight of his tall, elegant figure. Her body was already responding, nipples peaking beneath the thin cloth of her gown and a slow pulse of arousal beginning between her legs. He stalked toward her, his mask of cool mockery firmly in place, but he couldn’t hide the warmth in his eyes.

“No, Master,” she said, slipping out of her chair to kneel before him.

“You do have an assistant, you know.”

“And she’s having lunch with her mate. I’m fine, honey.” She rolled her shoulders surreptitiously, trying to release the tension from being hunched over her desk all morning.

Kievan had been placing a small box on the corner of the desk but he caught the movement anyway and frowned. “I only agreed to let you have this job on the condition that it did not place an undue burden on you.”

“And because I’m damn good at it.” She made no attempt to hide her eye roll. They had returned to find J’Ssett wounded and the station in chaos, with only a few remaining guards trying to preserve order. With the assistance of Dragar and a small team of Sardorans, Kievan had reconquered Sigrast in a short, bloody battle. Once he had firmly established his control with a series of brutal but justified beheadings, business as usual resumed and she had offered to make over some of his accounting. Within two weeks, she was doing it all.

“There is that,” he agreed. His fingers dug into her shoulders, massaging to relieve the stiffness, before sliding up to caress the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “But your most important job is to take care of me.”

“Do you have any complaints?” she teased.

“Never.” His hand cupped her cheek and she nestled into it before he pulled back and gestured at the erection already tenting his pants. “But I find I am in need of your services again. You may begin.”

“Perhaps you would be more comfortable on the couch?” she asked innocently, deliberately running her tongue along her lips. The inner office where she worked had been redecorated after the battle and included a large and comfortable sofa where they frequently played, but she knew it wasn’t what he wanted now.

His hand tightened in her hair, sending a delicious thrill straight to her clit.

“Now, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” Drawing it out as much as she dared, she reached forward to release his cock. The thin white pants he was wearing did nothing to conceal his rapidly growing arousal and she caressed him through the silky fabric as he jerked in her grasp.

“Cam,” he growled, tugging her hair.

Hiding her smile, she drew the fabric down to reveal his now fully erect cock. Mmm. She used one hand to cup the smooth heavy weight of his balls while her other grasped his shaft, but she didn’t take him into her mouth. Instead, she teased him with delicate little licks up and down his pulsing cock and over the glistening head.

“Do you want to be punished, pet?”

Her body swayed toward him and he laughed. “Very well. But first, you will pleasure me the way I desire. Hands behind your back. Eyes on me.”

She obeyed immediately and he put both hands in her hair, holding her in place as he slid all the way to the back of her throat in one long, firm thrust. Her eyes watered but she relaxed her throat the way he had taught her, gaze fixed firmly on him. Liquid bronze swirled in his eyes as he watched her while thrusting into her mouth in slow steady strokes. Keeping her eyes on him created a link between them as intimate and erotic as the physical connection between their bodies and she gave herself over to him, a vessel for his pleasure. Her nipples throbbed and her clit ached but she kept her hands twisted together behind her back, determined to obey him. His body tensed and the speed of his strokes increased until she heard him groan. A flood of hot liquid filled her mouth but he never stopped watching her. The hands in her hair turned gentle, petting her as she lapped up each delicious drop.

“Very good, little flower.” He drew her to her feet before kissing her with a deep passionate intensity that left her clinging to him when he lifted his head. “Now for your punishment.”

Another shiver went through her, delight mixed with a hint of trepidation. He was very good at creative punishments and while she always ultimately enjoyed each one, he loved to push her limits.

“Remove your gown.”

Kievan watched with appreciation as his mate’s hands went to the shoulder of her gown. Her fingers trembled slightly, as they should, but her smile was genuine. Her smile turned teasing as she pretended to struggle with the jeweled clasp that held the gown in place and he had to bite back a smile of his own. His sweetness liked to test him.

He raised a brow. “I have no objection to removing it myself, but I believe you would regret it.”

Big blue eyes widened in that delicious mixture of anticipation and caution that went straight to his cock. He reached down and stroked it absently, already eager for more and she licked her lips as she removed the clasp. The deep blue fabric fell away, leaving her naked and beautiful. Her hair was already in disarray from his hands disturbing her usual neat twist, but he wanted more.

“Release your hair.”

She raised her hands to remove the gold clip, the movement causing her luscious breasts to tremble, and released the tumbled waves of red gold.

“Keep your arms up.”

She froze, the portrait of a woman undressing for her lover, shy and sensual at the same time. Perfect.

Leaving her in the middle of the room, he followed her earlier suggestion and took a seat on the couch, leaning casually against the cushions. Standing naked before him when he wasn’t touching her was always difficult for her so he didn’t make her wait too long.

“Bring the box on the desk and come here, pet.”

Obediently, she retrieved the small box and climbed into his lap. “Open it.”

Eager fingers removed the wrapping but she raised her eyebrows when she saw the contents.

“What is it?”

“It’s a special type of butt plug. Does the color remind you of anything?”

She frowned at the slender red cylinder. He saw the moment she realized what it was and started to scramble away but he kept his hand on her wrist.

“Is it eldflaur? You can’t put that in me.”

“I most certainly can. And we both know you’ll enjoy it.”

“No.” She shook her head frantically but her nipples tightened and her delectable scent increased.

“Over my lap.”

“Master,” she whined, but she was already moving into position. Raising his leg so that her toes barely touched the ground, he took a moment to admire the luscious curve of her ass, still slightly pink from her spanking the previous night. He stroked the silky skin before dipping into the tempting crevice between her cheeks. A little swirl around her puckered rosette had her squirming but he kept going, delving into the slick warmth between her thighs.

“You are very wet, little flower.”

“Yes, Master,” she agreed breathlessly.

“Shall I continue?”

Without waiting for an answer, he plunged two fingers into the tight depths of her soaking pussy. She cried out and he felt her channel clenching around him. His cock grew even harder and he could barely resist the temptation to take her now but he forced himself under control.

Removing the eldflaur cylinder from its box, he stroked it between her swollen labia, her juices immediately activating the heat from the candy. She yelped and tried to wiggle away but he held her easily in place.

“Stop moving, pet. The more you wiggle, the more it will dissolve.” Her body stilled but he anticipated her next move. “That doesn’t mean there won’t be plenty left to occupy your tight little ass. It just means that you will be as hot outside as you are inside.”

Before she could respond, he took the now slick rod and slid it gently but firmly into her anus. The diameter was small enough that there was very little resistance, even though she tried to clamp down. Unlike a standard plug, this would dissolve inside her body, so he followed it with his finger making sure it was firmly seated before he withdrew. Within seconds she started to squirm. Her hip rubbed rhythmically against his aching cock and he decided that his control had lasted long enough.

He lifted her into his lap, still facing away from him, and positioned her over his cock. The heat of her body combined with the heat of the candy, causing a fiery sensation across his cock head before he positioned himself at the tiny entrance of her body. She moaned and squirmed again, trying to force herself down on his shaft and with a groan, he lowered her slowly, working his way into her tight passage. By the time he was buried completely in the silken depths of her pussy, they were both panting. He held her there as the eldflaur generated a wave of heat that he could feel through the thin skin separating her channels.

“Kievan, please.”

“What is it, my pet?” It took all of his control to keep his voice calm and stroke a hand up her back, lingering on the place where his mark covered her creamy skin.

“I-I can’t…” Another wave of heat and her whole body trembled.

“Yes, you can.”

Taking pity on her, he curled an arm around her front, pulling her back against his chest while he tugged on a taut nipple. He used his other hand to spread her folds and tease her swollen clit.

“You can move, pet.”

Bracing herself against his arms, she began rocking urgently against his cock but she had too little leverage to move far. Despite that, the contractions of her pussy as she moved massaged his cock in pleasurable waves of tight warmth and he could feel his balls beginning to tighten.

“Please,” she cried again as another wave of heat swept over her. He moved both hands to her hips and took over, raising her up only to plunge her back down. Her pussy was impossibly tight and impossibly hot, and his urgency increased along with hers. Unable to hold back any longer, he brought her body down over his in one final hard stroke, his fingers clamping down on her clit. He felt her convulse even as his seed flooded her channel, and he retained just enough strength to wrap her in his arms as she cried out his name.

Cam curled on the couch, too lazy and satisfied to move. Kievan had cleaned her gently but the last remnants of the eldflaur were still sending pleasant waves of heat through her body.

“Come with me, little flower. I have something to show you.”

She pouted but Kievan pulled her to her feet anyway, fastening her gown back in place before leading the way from the office back into the private section. As they approached the old harem quarters, her heart began to pound. Why was he taking her here?

With a flourish, he threw open the doors but despite the extravagant gesture, she could see the tension in his body and frowned as she looked around. The area was almost unrecognizable. The pool had been removed, replaced by a castle like structure surrounded by rugs and low, cushioned furniture. The middle room on one side had also disappeared, leaving a wide passageway with doors at the end opening into their private quarters. She looked around again at the fanciful castle, the soft furnishings and the bright colors.

“Is this…is this a nursery?”

“I thought perhaps, when you were ready, we could perhaps try for a child.” Every muscle on his body was rigid and his face was an expressionless mask.

Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, Kievan. I don’t—”

His face closed down even more and he headed for the door before she could finish. “I understand. It was just a thought. I won’t mention it again.”

“Kievan, honey, stop.” She had to dart around him, placing herself in front of the door before he would pause. “Please let me finish.”

Words suddenly deserted her and she could only stare up at him. His face softened and he stroked her cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetness. I understand.”

“What do you understand?”

“I am not a fit person to be a father.”

Now the words came rushing out. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’ll make a wonderful father. I was going to say I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me that you wanted a child. I didn’t think you did.”

He watched her intently. “Do you?”

“Well, not right now.” He tensed again and she put a restraining hand on his arm. “I want to spend more time alone with you first. But yes, I do want your child.” She glanced at the number of empty rooms and smiled. “Or even children.”

His whole body shuddered and then he had her up against the wall, tearing impatiently at his clothes until he could free himself and thrust inside her. His usual cool control completely disappeared and she could only wrap her legs around him and hang on as he pounded into her with frantic, driving strokes until he exploded inside her with a hoarse cry. She hadn’t come but she didn’t care, holding him tight as he buried his face in her neck. Still inside her, he lowered them to the floor, leaning back against the wall as his body trembled.

Kievan tried to catch his breath, still shaken by the strength of his response. The whole time he had arranged for the work on the nursery, he had told himself that it was for Cam. It wasn’t until he actually showed it to her that he acknowledged how much he wanted to have a child with this woman that he loved so much. He still had doubts about his abilities as a father but he trusted her not to let him fail. She might submit to him in many delicious ways but she would never permit him to fail their child. Or children, he thought with a satisfied smile, remembering the way she had looked around.

She snuggled closer and rocked her hips back and forth. He supposed he should feel guilty that he had left her unsatisfied but he was too content. She moved her hips again, more insistently this time, and he laughed.

“Are you trying to tell me something, sweetness?”

“You didn’t seem to have your usual control,” she teased. “It’s my turn now.”

“I am not always in control, sweetness. I control my station. I may even control your body.” He thrust upward and she arched her hips against him, eyes heavy with pleasure. “But you, sweetness, control my heart. I would be empty without you.”

Her eyes filled with tears but a joyous smile lit her face.

“I love you, Kievan. My master, my beloved.”

As he began moving, he rejoiced in the fact that he had conquered her heart and that was the most important conquest all.