Serenai remembered how he’d promised to be gentle if she would just spread her thighs for him. The memory made her shiver and press her legs closed tight—but somehow the tighter she pressed, the more that tingling feeling seemed to rise in her core.
“I…I could never—” she began.
“No, of course not. I wouldn’t expect it,” Brax said shortly. “I know you value your purity, Mistress.”
“Yes…yes, I do,” Serenai said, but her voice came out sounding doubtful. Why was that? “So your Mistress ‘trained’ you,” she said, trying to get back to his story.
“Yes, she did. She used to spread her thighs and call me to her.” Brax’s deep voice was rough with desire. “She’d say, ‘come here boy, and pleasure me.’ I’d be on my knees for fucking hours.” He sighed wistfully. “It was fucking amazing.”
Serenai was shocked that he liked “tasting” women so much.
“Is it really that good?” she asked hesitantly.
“With a woman who really wants it—who’s willing to let go and let me taste her fully until she comes all over my face and drenches my tongue in her honey, hell yes it’s good, little one,” Brax rumbled.
He sighed and Serenai could hear deep longing in the sound.
“I remember how my Mistress used to run her fingers through my hair and then grip it really hard and grind against my mouth. Sometimes she put me on my back on the bed and then she sat on my face. Feeling her thighs on either side of my head while she rode me was so fucking hot.”
He shifted on the bed, parting his legs, which had been crossed at the ankles, as though to make some space between his thighs.
“Sometimes she’d take me to fancy dinner parties and push me under the table. The whole time she was eating her food, I was eating her.”
“Really? She had you doing that in public?” Serenai could scarcely believe it. “But that’s so…so…”
“So immodest? So impure?” He sounded amused again. “Fuck yes, it was. But it was also fucking incredible. It was a kind of game we played—she was trying to eat like nothing was happening and I was doing my damndest to make her drop her fork and start moaning.”
“Oh my!” Serenai said faintly. She couldn’t imagine doing such things with her new bodyslave!
Or can you? whispered that wicked little voice in her head and she found she was picturing herself sitting at a table with Brax under the tablecloth doing unspeakable things with his tongue between her thighs.
But she could never let him do such things to her, Serenai reminded herself. After all, what if he put a baby in her belly? She wasn’t exactly sure how that was accomplished, but she had a vague idea that men had something to do with it. Except here on Yonnie Six where everyone used Conception Centers instead.
“So…what went wrong? Between you and your Mistress, I mean?” she asked, trying to push such thoughts out of her head and only partially succeeding.
He sighed.
“What went wrong was several things. First, I had a late growth spurt. Mistress Leelah was about your size—maybe a little taller. When she first bought me, I was only about a head taller than her. But then I started growing and didn’t stop until I look like I do now.” He made a sweeping gesture, indicating his huge frame. “I think me being so much bigger than her made her afraid of me.”
“You are, er, very intimidating,” Serenai admitted softly.
“I know. I can’t help it, though.” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling and Cheeky, who was still perched on one, cheeped sleepily in protest. “Anyway, she started using me less as I got bigger,” he went on. “And then came the night of the robbery.”
“The robbery?” Serenai asked. She was thoroughly absorbed in his story by this time. “Did someone break into your Mistress’s home?”
He nodded.
“Not just one someone either—five of the fuckers came right in through the front door like they thought they owned the place.”
Serenai could see his big hands curling into fists and felt her heart skip a beat.
“What…what did you do?” she whispered.
“Killed them.” Brax’s voice was flat. “It was the first time I’d ever fought multiple opponents at once but I had no trouble. I was in love with my Mistress by that time, you see. I was young enough and stupid enough that I’d allowed myself to feel deeply for her, even though I knew a high-ranking female like her could never love me back. So I went into Rage for her and killed them all.”
“Rage?” Serenai asked faintly.
“It’s a kind of berserker fury Kindred males go into when the female they love is being threatened or attacked,” he explained. “And since my other half is Ryther—and they’re berserker fighters too, well…let’s just say it wasn’t a pretty sight. And my Mistress saw the whole fucking thing.”
