Chapter Six

Once again, Cam awoke feeling warm and contented. Her back was pressed against Kievan’s front, her head was pillowed on one massive bicep while his other arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, and his heavy thigh was thrust between her legs. She sighed sleepily and nestled back against him before her mind began to replay the previous evening and her muscles tensed. Oh my god, he had spanked her—hard—and it had hurt like hell but he had also given her the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. What was wrong with her? How could she have reacted like that?

Moving very slowly, she tried to slip out from under his arm but it immediately tightened.

“Running away, little flower?” Kievan’s voice was a low amused rumble against her ear, and despite her humiliation, her whole body shivered. He laughed and rolled on top of her, his hips settling over hers and his chest warm and heavy on top of her. She peeked at him cautiously and caught her breath. His eyes were glowing bronze, his mouth smiling, and he had never looked more beautiful. “You won’t escape me that easily. You fell asleep before we got to the more rewarding part of the evening.”

Her cheeks flamed as more memories surfaced and she focused her gaze on his shoulder. It was all a little vague but she thought she remembered curling into his lap while he fed her like a baby. She definitely remembered clinging to him when he tried to put her down. Was that a punishable offense? Sneaking a peek at him under her lashes, she was relieved to see that he was still smiling.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“No need to be sorry. We’ll make it the rewarding part of the morning instead.” His gaze heated and he lowered his mouth to the sensitive skin behind her ear. Another shiver caught her. But something about his words caught her attention. She remembered the previous morning and J’Ssett’s statement. Was someone else scheduled for the morning shift? She cringed at the thought of Leeda, or worse, Xanthe, walking in on them. His mouth was still working her neck, sending ripples of excitement through her body, but she couldn’t give in to them.

She pushed against him. “Isn’t it time for the next girl?”

He raised his head and the smile was gone. His face was hard. “And what if it is?”

“In that case you don’t need me. Let me go.” She struggled harder but she might as well as have been pushing a boulder uphill.

“You are forgetting that I make that decision, not you.”

Pain settled into her chest but she ignored it and kept pushing against him. He grabbed her hands, pulled them over her head, and studied her face.

“You were much sweeter last night. I think I preferred it. Do you have to be punished to bring out your sweetness?” His voice was lazy, his eyes anything but, and Cam froze. Protests filled her brain but she could feel her pussy dampening. Trying to hide the unsettling combination of fear and desire, she glared at him. His hand immediately grasped her chin. “I believe that we had this discussion already, my pet. Remove that look from your face.”

Her mouth trembled but she pushed up her chin defiantly. His eyes flared.

“Very well.”

Before she could react, he grasped her hand and stretched it above her head. Despairingly, she felt the cuff snap into place against the headboard. Her other arm followed and she curled her hands around the gold frame, the cold metal turning warm and damp under her nervous grasp. The position arched her back so that her breasts thrust upward and she realized miserably that her nipples had already tightened into rigid peaks. Kievan cupped her breasts in his large warm hands and stroked his thumbs across the taut buds. Her eyes closed as the sensation swept through her.

“That’s a much better look,” he whispered, and continued the slow tantalizing strokes. She tried, she really tried, to glare at him, but instead her back arched higher as she attempted to press harder into his hands. Instead he removed his hands completely.

“Not yet, pet. You will take what I want to give you when I want to give it to you.” His voice was amused and the glare came back. He shook his head. “I see you still have much to learn.”

His hands slid down her legs and she watched in horror as he released fine gold chains from the posts at the end of the bed. By the time he was finished, she was spread-eagled on top of the bed, her legs raised and spread, her body completely exposed to him, and uneasily aware that she was getting extremely aroused.

Kievan looked at her for a long moment, the bronze swirls melting in his eyes. “Beautiful, pet. Now you’re ready for whatever I choose to do.” The heat in his gaze caused an answering flare of heat in her already tingling body. He covered her with his body and she almost moaned at the feel of his warm skin surrounding her. She did moan when he returned to her neck and resumed nibbling on the sensitive flesh as if nothing had interrupted him. When he raised his head and looked at her, she licked her lips, desperately wanting his kiss but unwilling to ask.

He smiled, and it wasn’t a cruel smile, but instead of kissing her lips, he slid down and drew a swollen nipple into his mouth with a sudden shocking intensity. Her back arched again and he suckled harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending her senses spinning. He scraped his teeth across the sensitive tip and she shuddered. He raised his head, gave her the same lazy smile, and moved to the other breast. Even expecting it this time, the sensation was no less shocking and no less exciting. Her hips rocked up the short distance they could move, seeking to increase the contact between her swollen cleft and his warm, hard body. He growled and she almost sobbed with relief as his massive cock slid against her swollen lips, spreading them open, but then his body lifted and she cried out.

“What are your duties, my pet?” he rumbled.

The words broke into the fog of desire and she opened her eyes. He was wearing the cold implacable look again. Her body quivered but she bit her lip and refused to answer. His eyes darkened and he shook his head. “Stubborn pet.”

“Don’t call me that,” she managed, and thought she saw the hint of a lip curl before he moved back down her body.

This time he settled further down between her legs. He paused and she shivered, uncomfortable and excited as he studied every inch of her exposed flesh. “Just like a flower, my pet, all pretty and pink,” he whispered, and then his tongue traced the length of her slit. If she had been able to move she would have rocked clean off the bed at the overwhelming pleasure.

“Mmm. You are even sweeter here,” he murmured, and she shuddered as his voice vibrated against her sensitive flesh. Slowly and torturously he explored her trembling folds, stroking up one side of her clit and down the other, teasing the entrance to her pussy but never going inside. Every nerve in her body was on fire and she writhed against his mouth. He added a finger, slipping it into the tight entrance to her pussy. She almost came but it wasn’t quite enough.

“Please.” She heard the desperation in her voice but she didn’t care. She needed to come.

His mouth stilled and he looked up at her face. “What are your duties, my pet?”

She hesitated and his finger curled inside her, stroking a spot that made her squirm with pleasure. He paused again and this time the words came out, trembling but without any hesitation. “To obey you. To please you.”

“Very good, little flower.” His mouth fastened over her clit, sucking it into the heated depths of his mouth just as his finger curled again. She screamed and came in a flood of ecstasy, his tongue sweeping her over and over again, prolonging the orgasm until the last ripples died away. Her eyes opened when his mouth finally left. She expected him to release her but instead he moved up her body, his eyes blazing.

“Kievan,” she whispered.

“Yes, little flower?”

“Are you going to let me go?”

“Not yet.”

She gulped and tried not to panic as she felt the broad head of his cock nudging her pussy entrance. Even though she had seen how big he was, he felt even larger pressed against the tiny opening.

“Kievan,” she tried again.

“Little flower, this is not a time for conversation,” he growled, but he stopped and looked at her.

“It’s just…” She wasn’t even sure how to tell him. “It’s just been a really long time. I’m scared.”

His eyes didn’t lose their heat but his face softened. “Don’t worry, pet. I promise you’ll always enjoy it when I fuck you.”

A shiver trembled up her spine, but before she could respond, his mouth dropped over hers. Instead of his usual demanding kiss, he teased her, his tongue stroking her lips, playing with the seam between them until she parted them eagerly. She could taste her juices mixed with his amazing taste, and her arousal flared. He sucked on her bottom lip and nibbled on the top, flicking his tongue teasingly into her mouth until she pressed against him. His tongue surged deeper, sweeping in and out of her mouth until she was panting.

His hips moved and she felt massive head of his cock slip into the tight entrance of her pussy, stretching her around him. She gasped into his mouth and he stilled, letting her adjust, while his tongue resumed the urgent rhythm. Now she was impatient for more but he didn’t move. She thrust her hips up the small amount allowed by the chains and he roared and buried himself completely inside her. The feeling shocked her, overwhelmed her. She was split open, stretched wide around him, nerves she didn’t know existed firing in a pleasure so intense it was almost pain.

“So tight, little flower,” he groaned, his mouth against her neck. He held himself in check, his body rigid against hers, again waiting for her to adjust. She was full, so full, but suddenly she wanted more. Her hips moved again and he responded, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back in, gradually increasing the pace. Held by the chains, all she could do was take him as he surged deeper and harder. She felt every thrust, her body on fire with pleasure, and then he changed his angle to stroke even deeper inside her and she shattered, crying out his name as she convulsed around him. As soon as she did, his pace intensified. He pounded into her helpless body for an endless moment before he groaned and seemed to grow even larger, before he thrust against the end of her channel, before he came inside her in a hot flood that sent her into a second spasm.

His big body covered her and she pulled mindlessly against the chains, wanting her arms to be free so she could hold on to him. To her surprise they released immediately and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Aftershocks trembled through her body and she could feel him inside her each time her pussy convulsed. He was heavy but his warm weight felt good and she buried her face in his neck and smiled.

Kievan waited for his pulse to slow and his heart to stop pounding. His little female was even better than he had anticipated—lush, responsive, and so tight he had barely managed to last until she came. He could still feel her rippling around his cock and he was tempted, very tempted, to repeat the experience immediately. Unfortunately, when he raised his head, he could see the atrium lights starting to glow.

“Sweetness,” he whispered against her ear. She shivered and snuggled closer. That had been another surprise, the way she wrapped herself around him as soon as the chains were released. He liked the way it felt, just as he had liked it last night when she had curled into his arms, even though he had never wanted or needed a slave to touch him before, except for his sexual pleasure. He frowned at the thought but then dismissed it, along with the impulse to take her again.

He pulled her arms gently from around his neck and smiled as her bottom lip pouted out. It wasn’t respectful, but by the Goddess, it was adorable. As a reward, he dropped a not too hasty kiss on her lips before he raised his head again.

“It’s morning, my pet. I have things to do.”

A shadow crossed her face and he instantly realized that she was remembering their earlier conversation. He hesitated, and then told her the truth. “I’m not expecting anyone else this morning.” Her face relaxed and he found himself continuing. “I told you that you were a special project. You are the only one sharing my bed.” The smile that lit her face almost blinded him but he forced himself to keep going. “For right now. This is not a permanent situation.”

Her lips trembled but she managed to hold the smile, barely. He ignored the twinge inside his chest. He was telling her the truth, if not the whole truth, and it would be even crueler to lie to her.

“Now it’s time to shower.”

That smile was a lot more genuine. “Do I get to wash you again?”

He cast another look over his shoulder. The atrium was almost completely lit; he should be in his office by now. Then again, who was going to argue if he was late for once?

“Definitely.” His mouth moved to her ear and he felt her shiver, felt her nipples harden against his chest. “And this time you will be much more thorough.”

Kievan walked into his office feeling unusually at peace with the world. J’Ssett waited patiently, his observant eyes studying Kievan’s face for a brief second before they dropped. He ignored the feeling that the other man saw through his usual stoic mask. Sitting at his desk, he proceeded to give his orders for the evening, an evening he had started to plan as soon as he left his female.

“Dinner for two, tonight. The small dining room. At 1900, no, make it 1800.” He was already impatient to see her again.

“Yes, my lord.”

“The gold chain outfit. And send an attendant to Cam to prepare her and help her dress. A female attendant.”

“Yes, my lord.” J’Ssett bowed his head before Kievan could decide if he had really seen a flash of amusement on the other man’s face.

Kievan turned to his screen to begin reviewing the daily reports but his mind drifted back to the shower. She had indeed taken her time washing his body and he had enjoyed it thoroughly, but then she had surprised him by dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth. The knowledge that she had done it, not because he ordered it, but because she wanted to, had been almost as arousing as watching his cock slide between those pouting pink lips. When she moaned around him, as excited as he was, he had been unable to resist pulling her to her feet and lifting her into his arms so he could take her against the wall. She had wrapped her legs around him and thrown her head back in helpless pleasure as he pounded into her, coming with a muffled cry just before he emptied himself into her body.

She had trembled when he lowered her to the ground, her legs shaking, and he had taken more time to hold her until she quieted, and then to gently dry her body. And despite that, he had still been reluctant to leave her and she had seemed just as unwilling to let him go.

Fighting a reminiscent smile, he forced his attention to business and read the first report on the screen. His pleasant mood immediately disappeared.

“Is this correct?” His voice had turned to ice.

“Yes, my lord. We received the message with a shipment of Bliss stones. Prince Ustrod is…impatient for his compensation.”

“Damn.” Kievan leaned back and closed his eyes, trying for the hundredth time to find a way out of an intolerable situation—a situation that was even more intolerable this morning. “Remind him that these matters take time.”

J’Ssett hesitated. “It has been a month, my lord.”

“And it will take at least another month.” He ignored the bleak desolation that filled him at his words. A month would not be long enough.

“Should I inform him of that?”

“No. He doesn’t need to know specifics. Just reiterate that I will contact him as soon as I am done.”

Another pause, then J’Ssett bowed his head and changed the subject. “If I could draw your attention to the report on Madam Hora’s earnings...”

Kievan turned his attention to the report but it took all of his years of discipline to focus on business and not the pain spiking in his chest.