Chapter Eight

Cam felt Kievan’s mood change as soon as they entered his bedroom. His eyes burned but his face turned hard and unreadable.

“Kneel,” he said shortly, and pointed to the floor next to the bed.

A tremor went through her and she dropped to her knees. “Yes, Master.”

Ignoring her, he walked over to his desk and spent a few minutes looking at his screen. Then he moved to the wall cabinet and poured a small amount of golden liquid into a crystal glass. Carrying the drink, he finally returned to her side but he didn’t speak. Instead he sat on the bed in front of her and watched her while he sipped the golden liquid. His long fingers caressed the glass and she stared at them in fascination, remembering how they felt against her skin.

Cam could feel her skin flushing and her nipples tightening in anticipation. She fought to keep still, an ache starting low in her belly.

Setting the drink aside, Kievan pulled the silk shirt over his head and dropped it carelessly to the floor. His muscles rippled beneath his gleaming golden skin and she longed to run her hands across the broad expanse of his chest. Still watching her, he toed off his boots, removed his knife belt, and slid his pants down the muscled length of his legs. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his naked body and his very large, very erect cock, only inches from her face. She licked her lips and watched in fascination as his cock jerked in response.

Her nipples and her pussy throbbed together, and she closed her eyes to try and force her body back under her control. It was a futile effort. When she reopened her eyes, he held the glass to her mouth.

“Drink,” he ordered.

She took a cautious sip and almost choked as the fiery taste of alcohol filled her mouth and slid down her throat. Her eyes watered but the aftertaste was pleasant, vaguely reminiscent of apples. As the drink hit her stomach, it sent a warm glow through her system. She gave Kievan a tentative smile, not sure if that was allowed or not. His face softened a fraction and he briefly touched her cheek before he stepped back and resumed his expressionless mask.

“Kneel on the bed,” he ordered. Mouth dry, she climbed up and moved to the center of the bed. Instead of letting her rest her bottom on her heels, he pulled her up straight, spreading her knees wide. He lifted her hands above her head and her body jerked as she felt chains connect to her wrist bracelets and pull her arms taut. Her breasts were so swollen that the gold chains of her halter pressed into creamy flesh but it only added to her arousal. Her pussy throbbed and she felt the moisture trickle down her thighs in a startling testament to her response to being bound.

Kievan moved in front of her, no longer touching her but still watching her with burning eyes. She shivered under his gaze, feeling helpless and exposed, and her knees started to close.

“Keep your legs apart, pet, or I will have to chain them as well,” he warned.

The thought sent a wave of desire up her spine. She shivered again and the heat in his eyes intensified.

“Is that what you want, little flower?”

Cam blushed, unable to answer, even though her body’s response had been unmistakable. He waited patiently until she finally managed to whisper, “Yes, Master.”

Without a word, he disappeared behind her and she felt the ankle bracelets lock in place. She tugged experimentally and nothing moved. Her heart sped up and her breathing quickened.

Kievan was watching her again. “Almost there, pet.” His thumbs caressed the tiny patches of silk over her swollen nipples. “But perhaps one more element…”

With a rapid movement, he ripped the silk away, leaving her nipples exposed to the air. Before she could react, his mouth closed over one swollen peak, shockingly hot and wet. He sucked hard and she arched into his mouth. When he lifted his head, her nipple was dark red and distended. He fastened a gold clamp around the engorged flesh, tightening it until her breath caught. The tight clasp sent a fiery line of pleasure from her nipple straight to her throbbing clit. He repeated the process on the other nipple and she realized that a chain connected the two rings. He tugged gently on the chain and burning spikes of pleasure created a triangle of arousal.

“Please, Master,” she whispered.

“Not until I give you permission, pet.”

He disappeared again and she cried out but then she felt his hard, warm body pressed tightly against her back, his massive cock pressed between them. His scent surrounded her and drove her desire even higher. Her body shivered in long continuous waves that she couldn’t control. She could only hang helplessly in her chains, her body on fire.

He nibbled the top curve of her shoulder and each time his teeth closed down, she jerked against his mouth. One large warm hand caressed her stomach before finally, finally sliding down between her legs. His fingers separated, gliding down each side of her cleft and forcing her swollen labia apart. The opening left her hardened nub untouched, exposed and painfully hard.

“Please, Master.” She was begging now but she didn’t care. She needed to come so badly she was shaking.

“What do you want, pet?” His voice was soft in her ear, his fingers agonizingly gentle.

“Please, Master. Let me come.”

He didn’t answer but he tugged on the nipple chain. The resulting spike of pleasure and pain almost sent her over but she hung on the edge of climax, waiting for his words.

“Very good, pet. Come now.” As he spoke, he tugged again, and his fingers clamped together, pinching her fully exposed clit. Her entire body seized and she screamed, the room disappearing into a haze of darkness as her pussy convulsed over and over again. He didn’t release the pull on her nipples or the pressure on her clit until the waves of pleasure finally diminished. When he did, she sagged helplessly against the chains, her body limp and trembling.

“Beautiful, sweetness,” he whispered in her ear, and she turned her head, seeking his kiss. He took her mouth, gently at first but he demanded more and more until she was moaning against his mouth, her body moving rapidly, unbelievably, back into arousal.

The chains holding her wrists loosened and he pushed her forward until she was on her hands and knees. His hands caressed the soft globes of her ass and pressed against the butt plug. She quivered and he laughed softly. One long finger pushed deep inside her pussy, shockingly thick between the swollen tissues. He pressed down and she could feel the pressure against the plug, sending sparks of delight shooting up her spine.

“You’re very tight, pet. This may be a challenge,” he murmured. His finger withdrew. She mumbled a protest but jumped in shock when she felt his cock replacing his finger, the thick head pressing slowly, inexorably, into the tight passage. She jerked again but his hands held her hips firmly in place as he pushed deeper into the resistant flesh. The combination of the plug and his massive cock filled her to overflowing, stretching her to the point of pain.

“Please, Master,” she whimpered. “You’re too big.”

He didn’t stop. “You can take me.”

Her arms gave out and she collapsed against the bed. The position lifted her ass even higher and with a final thrust, he filled her completely, the head of his cock lodging against the entrance to her womb. She panted, trying to force her body to adjust. Holding her in place with one hand, his other hand curved around and stroked her still sensitive clit. Her pussy clamped down around his cock and she heard him groan but the stretching pain turned into a dark pleasure.

Leaving her impaled on his cock, his other hand pulled gently on the plug. The dark pleasure increased as he slid it slowly in and out of her anus, setting the sensitive nerves on fire. She was moaning helplessly by the time he thrust it deep and stopped. With his thumb holding it firmly in place, his hands circled her hips again. As slowly as he had entered her, he withdrew, letting her feel each inch slide free. He stopped with just the tip parting her entrance. She tried to push back, desperate to feel him inside her again. Her body hung on the edge of climax. His hips circled slowly, tauntingly, and she moaned again.

His fingers tightened on her hips and he filled her completely with one hard thrust. She exploded into helpless shudders of pleasure while he pounded into her in long hard strokes. Unable to move, all she could do was feel. He filled her over and over again, his thick cock almost unbearably pleasurable, until his body jerked and he froze inside her while jets of hot seed flooded her pussy.

His hands relaxed and she collapsed down onto the bed. He followed her down, covering her with his weight. Completely limp and satisfied, his big body warm and reassuring over hers, she angled her head so she could kiss the line of his jaw. The chains released and he turned her into his arms. She snuggled close and his grasp tightened. She was half asleep when he released her and she murmured a sleepy protest.

“As attractive as you look in this outfit, I don’t want you sleeping in it.”

“I don’t know how to take it off,” she admitted. He laughed and helped her remove the two parts. Still limp and getting sleepy, she responded mindlessly to his directions until he came to the nipple rings. As he removed the first ring, a blaze of pain shot through her nipple. Suddenly wide awake, her hand automatically flew to her breast. He laughed again and moved her hand aside so that he could cover the abused flesh with his mouth. Her nipple was almost unbearably sensitive to the wet heat of his tongue but the touch rapidly turned soothing. He repeated the process on her other nipple but his mouth lingered longer over her nipple and unbelievably, she felt her body starting to respond again. Her back arched. Kievan raised his head and studied her heavy eyes and flushed face.

A smile curved his lips but he shook his head. “Time for sleep, little flower.”

She sighed, but she was too tired to argue so she snuggled back into his arms and closed her eyes obediently. At some point she awoke enough to mutter a sleepy protest when he removed the butt plug and cleansed her gently but she immediately fell back asleep.

Sometime later she woke, her body still warm and glowing. Kievan wasn’t beside her and she immediately opened her eyes to look for him. The light over the desk was on and he was working. As she watched, he lowered his head on to his hand and rubbed his temple, the gesture so eloquent of weariness and tension that her heart fluttered. Just like when she had first seen him this evening, she wanted to comfort him. Walking around naked did not appeal to her, but Kievan’s discarded silk shirt was lying next to the bed. Pulling it over her head, she took a second to breathe in his lingering scent and enjoy the feel of the cool silk against her skin, before she slipped from the bed and walked to him on silent feet.

He was wearing a pair of loose pants but his chest was still bare. She slipped her arms around his neck from behind, letting her fingers skate across the warm, hard planes of his chest while she dropped her mouth to his skin and nibbled the sensitive juncture between his neck and his shoulder. For a fraction of a second his muscles tensed, but then he gave an almost imperceptible sigh and relaxed under her touch.

Raising her head from his neck, she moved her hands to his shoulders and pressed her thumbs gently into the taut muscles. Sitting quietly, he accepted the comfort of her touch, letting her stroke his back and his arms. She really had intended only to soothe him but she started getting aroused again at the feel of his warm skin stretched across all those hard defined muscles. Each time she traced the complicated lines of his tattoo, she felt his body react and for some reason that added to her excitement. His spicy scent surrounded her and she nuzzled his neck again, drawing it deeper into her lungs.

As soon as she did, he groaned and reached for her. A half second later, she was sprawled across his lap, blinking at him with startled eyes.

“You move really fast,” she informed him.

His lips quirked but he didn’t respond to her statement. “Sweetness, what are you doing?”

The question didn’t make any sense. “I’m sitting on your lap?”

Another lip quirk. “No. I meant why are you here instead of in bed?”

“Oh. I woke up and I missed you.” Something flickered in his face but she couldn’t read it. After a brief hesitation, she continued, “And you looked tired, honey. You work too hard.”

“Sweetness,” he whispered. His mouth descended in a short hard kiss that still lasted long enough to make her nipples spike against the silk of his shirt. As his head lifted, his eyes dropped to the tight points and the heat of his gaze made them even tighter. He brushed his hand slowly over the silk.

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

“I don’t exactly have any nightgowns,” she pointed out.

“That’s because I like you naked in my bed.”

She blushed and snuggled closer. “I like that, too, but I can’t be naked all the time.”

His eyebrows rose and she put a finger to his lips. “Okay, I can be but I don’t need to be. Do you mind me wearing your shirt?”

He studied the nipples taut against the silk, the deep cleavage revealed by the open neck, and the long bare legs stretching out from under the hem. He shook his head. “No, my pet. You look very enticing.” A thumb swept across her nipple and her back arched instinctively. “Perhaps too enticing. I have work to do. You should go back to bed.”

The bed seemed big and lonely and very far away. His lap felt warm and safe. Even though she knew it was an illusion, she wanted that, even for just a short while. “Can’t I stay here a little bit longer? I’ll be good.”

He studied her face before he nodded. Pulling her higher, he nestled her into the crook of one arm, keeping his other arm free to work his screen. She settled there, stroking his chest idly, sleepy and content. Eventually her gaze drifted and she focused on the screen he was reading.

“What’s the Council of Elders?”

His muscles turned rigid beneath her and his arm clamped down.

“Why are you asking?” he growled.

Not certain what was wrong, Cam pointed to the screen. “There. I’m pretty sure that says Council of Elders.”

“You can read Sardoran?” he asked, obviously skeptical.

“Not very well yet, but it was one of the written language lessons J’Ssett gave me.”

“Language lessons?”

She tried to sit up but he held her so tightly that all she could do was to turn her head and look at his profile.

“Yes. I needed something to occupy my mind during the day.” The unreadable mask was in full force and she bit her lip. “Is that wrong?”

He finally turned to look down at her and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the softness had returned to his face.

“I’m surprised, although perhaps I shouldn’t be. If you want to learn our language, it’s fine with me. Did you say lessons?”

“Yes, he gave me Sardoran and Imperial.”

A full smile curved his lips this time and she caught her breath at its beauty.

“J’Ssett gave you Sardoran?” he asked.

When she nodded, he shook his head but didn’t comment. Instead, he finally answered her original question. “The Council of Elders is the Sardoran ruling body. I don’t like them.” From his expression, she had a feeling that was an understatement. “And, needless to say, they don’t like me. This message is informing me that something I did made them look foolish. I found it rather…gratifying.”

As an explanation, it left much to be desired but she decided to let it go. Kievan stroked her cheek and she looked at him inquiringly.

“Do you think you can refrain from reading the rest of my messages or do I need to send you to bed?”

“I’ll be good, I promise.” She turned her head into his shoulder and closed her eyes. “See, my eyes are closed.”

His soft laughter vibrated against her cheek. She smiled and kept her eyes closed as she finally drifted off to sleep.

Kievan knew the instant she fell asleep. Moving carefully, he repositioned her body so he could study her sleeping face. Her cheeks were flushed, luscious lips slightly parted. The sight of her wearing only his shirt stirred something warm and possessive inside him, a primal statement that she belonged to him. It was incredibly erotic, almost as much as the more blatant sexuality she exuded when clad in chains. He shifted to adjust his aching groin. Despite the intensity of their earlier activities, he wanted her again. He wondered suddenly if he would ever get enough of her.

She had surprised him, yet again, by coming to him and then by sleeping in his arms. The knowledge that she spent her days learning his language shocked him but only confirmed his estimate of her intelligence. An idea struck him and he studied her again. She wanted to be useful and he wanted her with him as much as possible during the limited time they had together. Resolving to consider the options in greater detail tomorrow, he lifted her in his arms. He looked at the desk and the waiting bed and then shut off the light. Telling himself that he was only doing it so she wouldn’t wake up and disturb him again, he carried her to bed and crawled in behind her, drawing her body tightly into his before he slept.