Page 23 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
“Well then,” Serenai began, but just then she heard the tell-tale sound of a key in the lock of the penthouse’s front door. Her eyes widened and she scrambled out of bed quickly.
Brax was instantly on the alert.
“What is it? Who is it?” he asked in a harsh whisper.
“It’s Aunt Nibblegrim—it has to be. She has the worst habit of coming in unannounced whenever she feels like it!” Serenai was looking around for a place to hide. “Quick! She can’t catch us like this!”
She nodded at his shaft, which was still out and at least halfway hard. She was pretty sure the pleasures they’d been indulging in weren’t on the approved list of activities that a Yonnite Mistress and her bodyslave could do together.
“You’re right—she’d better not catch us,” Brax agreed. “But don’t worry—just get back into bed and pretend you’re asleep. I’ll stand outside your door like I’ve been there guarding you all night. Oh—and be sure you have the remote to my pain collar handy,” he added.
“I’ve got it here.” Serenai fumbled on the nightstand and found the necklace with the remote. Slipping it over her head, she slid hastily back under the covers as Brax pulled up his sleep trousers and hurried for the door.
He got into position just as the front door opened and then she heard her aunt’s heavy tread on the white carpet moss.
17
BRAX
“What’s this? What are you doing here? And what have you done to my niece?”
The older woman glared up at Brax, who was standing at ease in front of the bedroom door with his legs spread and his arms crossed over his chest. His cock was still throbbing from the way his new little Mistress had sucked him so eagerly, but he did his best to put that out of his mind.
“I’ve done nothing but guard her all night—which is exactly the purpose she bought me for,” he said, frowning. Though he had a feeling he was going to have a new purpose now—especially if Serenai had been serious about wanting more of his cream. Fuck, how had he gotten so lucky?
“I don’t believe you—you killed her, didn’t you?” Suddenly a snub-nosed blaster appeared in Aunt Nibblegrim’s hand.
Brax stood up straight, his eyes going wide as all lascivious thoughts were suddenly wiped from his mind.
“What the fuck makes you think that?” he demanded. “She’s my Mistress—I wouldn’t harm her! Besides, she has the remote to my pain collar.”
“I don’t believe you—step aside!” she snapped, waving the blaster at his mid-section—which was about as high as she could reach.
“All right, all right—just don’t shoot! I swear I haven’t hurt her.”
Carefully, Brax opened the door and backed into the bedroom. He didn’t want to leave Serenai alone with her aunt when the old lady was armed like this. She had a crazy look in her faded eyes he didn’t trust.
“Aunt Nibblegrim! What are you doing here? And why do you have a blaster?” Serenai’s dark eyes were wide and shocked. “Put that down—you’re scaring me!”
“Serenai? Are you really all right?”
Brax thought the old lady sounded surprised…and maybe a touch disappointed? But that didn’t make any sense.
“I’m fine. Now please, put that thing away!” Serenai nodded at the blaster, which Aunt Nibblegrim was still waving around in a most alarming way.
“But…but you were here alone with this huge brute all night!” Aunt Nibblegrim almost sounded like she was complaining.
“Well yes, but I have the remote to his pain collar,” Serenai pointed out. She lifted the silver chain which was hanging around her neck and pointed to the black remote.
“I see. But…you’re saying he didn’t menace you at all? Not even once?” Aunt Nibblegrim sounded like she couldn’t believe it.
“Of course not. Brax has done nothing but guard me and keep me safe from the red-eyed monster thing!” Serenai exclaimed.
“The what now?” Her aunt’s eyes narrowed.
“Oh, there’s this…this thing. It has red eyes and I’ve been seeing it every night,” Serenai confessed. “I didn’t want to tell you before, because I was afraid you might think I was crazy or hallucinating. But Brax saw it last night too—it does exist and it seems to be, I don’t know, haunting me for some reason.”
“Yes, I fucking did,” Brax put in, backing his Mistress up. “Bastard flew right past me.”
