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Serenai found herself obeying again, spreading her legs and moaning as he circled her aching clit, spreading the protective gel all over the inside of her pussy.
“But are you…are you really going to lick me there?” she panted as two thick fingers slipped inside her channel.
Brax frowned.
“No, probably not. But as I said, I want to be sure every bit of your most sensitive area is protected. I have to be sure your sweet little pussy is safe. What kind of a bodyslave would I be if I didn’t protect my Mistress?”
Serenai couldn’t think of an answer. She could only moan as she watched his thick fingers pumping in and out of her pussy which was shiny both with the gel and her own juices.
When he was done, Brax withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean. A low growl of pleasure came from his thick throat as he licked away her juices.
“Gods, you taste so good, little one,” he rumbled. “Now let me just sprinkle the ice dust on your mound and slit and then we’ll get you back into your panties.”
Serenai lay there, panting, as he covered her pussy mound and the top of her slit—including her aching clit—in the icy blue powder. She wished he would have made her come—she felt so achy and unfulfilled! But their appointment with Mistress Trembledamp was coming up and they had to get over to the building she owned, which was on the other side of Opulex.
At last Brax finished and helped her put her red panties back on. Then he stood up and looked her up and down.
“There—you look just like a regular Yonnite Mistress,” he said, nodding approvingly.
“Do I?” Serenai looked down at herself again uncertainly. She supposed she did look like a Mistress, though it pained her to say it. She didn’t really want to live this kind of lifestyle. Though she had to admit, having Brax with her had made the whole thing much more bearable.
“You do,” he rumbled and leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “You look perfect, Mistress,” he assured her. “You have nothing to be worried about or to be ashamed of.”
“Oh, Brax…” Serenai started to hug him but he caught her by the shoulders and held her gently but firmly away.
“Don’t want you rubbing the powder off,” he pointed out, nodding down at her flame-colored nipples. “Come on, Mistress, or we’ll be late.”
“You’re right. Don’t forget the necklace,” Serenai told him.
“Already got it,” Brax assured her. He was looking like a proper bodyslave himself, she thought. He had found a pair of black leather trousers and black boots to wear in her mother’s bodyslave cupboard and he also had on a kind of black leather harness that criss-crossed over his broad, muscular chest. And of course, he had on the black leather pain collar and Serenai was wearing the remote to it around her neck.
Together, they looked just like any other Mistress and bodyslave, she assured herself. She was certain they were going to be just fine. Mistress Trembledamp would be able to advise them about the bloodstone necklace and hopefully they would get to the bottom of the mystery of her mother’s death and the red-eyed beast that was stalking her.
It was all going to be so simple.
She had no idea how wrong she was or how very complicated things were about to get.
23
BRAX
Mistress Trembledamp’s receiving room was set up in a parlor decorated almost entirely in green. The walls were a dark moss color covered in muted golden shapes and the carpet was actual moss a shade darker than the walls. All of the furniture had spindly wooden legs and plump green cushions with golden buttons.
The lady herself sat in state on a kind of throne-like chair in the center of the room. She was an older Mistress with silvery-white hair piled high and tied with green ribbons. Her dress, however, was periwinkle blue—a striking contrast with the rest of the décor.
After Brax knelt and kissed Serenai’s panties, as a proper bodyslave was meant to do—(and he enjoyed every moment of pressing his lips to the tiny patch of scarlet between her thighs)—he rose and stood by her side.
Clearly his obeisance to his Mistress had pleased Mistress Trembledamp because she nodded regally at Serenai.
“So, my dear—I understand you have some jewelry you inherited from your mother that you wish me to appraise?” she murmured, raising an eyebrow at Serenai, who was shifting nervously on the moss carpet.
“Uh, yes, Mistress Trembledamp,” she said, her voice coming out rather high and uncertain.
Sensing her nervousness, Brax put a discrete hand on her lower back. Since he was standing at her side and a little behind her, he knew no one would be able to see his touch. But Serenai could feel it and it clearly calmed her down. She took a deep breath and started again.
“I do have some jewelry I got from my mother,” she said in a stronger voice.
”Or rather, I found it in her bedroom—her closet to be exact. It was hidden in the baseboard, as though someone wanted to keep it a secret.”
