Page 7 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
Did the huge male she’d just bought really want to do that to women? She had never heard of such a thing before. Why would anyone wish to put their mouth on a woman’s forbidden place? The very most forbidden area where not even the woman herself was supposed to touch?
Serenai bathed regularly and kept that area clean but other than that, she never, ever touched it if she could help it. Back at the convent, the Sisters would make nightly checks and several girls had been kicked out when they were caught touching themselves in that shameful area.
But now that she had that thought in her head, she couldn’t seem to get rid of it. She kept imagining the huge half-breed warrior on his knees before her, parting her thighs to put his mouth…
No, I can’t think like that! Can’t even imagine it—it’s wrong! What would the Sisters think? she told herself sternly.
But the Sisters aren’t here, are they? whispered a naughty little voice in her head. So why should you care what they think?
Serenai didn’t know what to say to the rebellious little voice—which was, after all, only pointing out the truth. But she tried very hard to put the mental image of the huge Kindred half-breed on his knees out of her head…and only partially succeeded.
5
BRAX
“You’d better let me see that remote—I think it needs a new power source.” Mistress Nibblegrim held out her hand imperiously and even snapped her fingers when Serenai was slow to give it to her. “Come now—I’ve been dealing with these things all my life. Hand it over!” she demanded.
“All right.” Serenai pulled the chain that held the small black remote over her head and handed it to her Aunt.
“Good. And just you be still or I’ll use this on you, you big brute!” Aunt Nibblegrim pointed a finger at Brax, who was standing quietly in the corner of the penthouse’s large living area.
“I’m sure he won’t be any trouble, Aunt,” Serenai said quickly. She looked at Brax. “Will you?”
“I won’t give you any trouble, little Mistress,” Brax told her—and he meant it.
He still had an idea about escaping in the back of his mind, but he wasn’t in any hurry about it. He was curious about the young Yonnite Mistress who had just bought him—there was something about her that made him want to hang around. Also, he still had no way of getting the thick, black pain collar off his neck. So he was stuck there—at least for now.
“Very good. Now just you wait—I’ll be back in a moment.”
Mistress Nibblegrim left the living area and Brax took the opportunity to look around. He had seldom seen a living situation more opulent. The whole room was done in white with gold accents. There were sleek, white, leather couches arranged around a fire pit in the center of the room. The fire rocks that burned in the pit were pure blue Balxion crystals—they gave off warmth and a soft golden-blue glow without making any ash or soot. They perfumed the air with a faint, spicy scent that was very pleasant.
There was a rare Tel’lezion singing chandelier hovering over their heads. It was humming quietly to itself in chiming tones as it floated around the room. On the walls, were priceless artworks by some of the most famous artists of the galaxy. Brax recognized a few because his old Mistress had been a collector as well.
On the floor was a rare Fleexon moss—it was pure white and would massage the feet of anyone walking on it as long as they were barefoot. Brax felt bad for standing on it in his boots, but his new Mistress hadn’t told him to remove them so he was just trying not to move too much so he wouldn’t hurt the moss’s tender white tendrils. Luckily, Cheeky was asleep in the ragged breast pocket of his shirt, so he wasn’t bothering anything either.
Brax wondered if his new little Mistress—Serenai was her name—had any idea of how much the carefully curated wealth around her was worth. He bet she didn’t have a clue. She had that wide-eyed, innocent look that told him she was new to these kinds of riches. Also, hadn’t she said she was also new to Yonnie Six? He wondered where she had come from and how she had stumbled into owning so much she clearly had no idea what to do with.
He wasn’t a greedy male himself—he had lived in almost complete poverty for so long that possessions had lost any hold they might have had on him. But he had to admit the penthouse that was apparently going to be his new home was a hell of a lot nicer than the electrified cage he’d lived in for so long.
“Um…” Serenai looked around the room as though she wasn’t sure what to say. “Would…would you like a tour?” she asked him at last, raising her eyebrows. “I can take you around the penthouse and show you all the different areas.”
“We’d better not. You really shouldn’t be alone with me without the remote to my pain collar handy, little Mistress,” Brax told her gently.
“Why? Are you planning to hurt me?” She took a step back, putting a hand to her throat.
“No, never. I’m part Kindred, remember? We never hurt females,” Brax told her. “But if I was any other male, you couldn’t be sure of me. And since many Yonnite Mistresses have more than one bodyslave, it’s important for you to get into the habit of being wary around them—or really, any male you don’t know,” he added.
“There’s no other male here but the old robo-butler my mother used to run the household and tidy up,” Serenai told him. “But he’s programmed to be completely loyal so…”
She let the sentence trail off awkwardly. She still looked frightened but Cheeky chose that moment to wake up and poke his little head out of Brax’s shirt pocket. He made a cheep-cheep sound and cocked his head to one side, eyeing his new surroundings in apparent surprise. He looked so cute that both of them laughed and the tension between them was eased at once.
“Oh, he’s adorable!” Serenai exclaimed, coming over to Brax. “Do you think…would he let me pet him on the head?”
She was within his reach now—if he was any other male he could have grabbed her and taken advantage. But of course Brax wasn’t going to do that. He didn’t mention it either, though he was genuinely worried that she was much too trusting and innocent. She was going to learn the hard way if she wasn’t careful. It was a good thing he was her only bodyslave—any other male wouldn’t have hesitated to take her hostage and demand his freedom.
“I don’t think he’d mind. Just let him smell your fingers first,” he told her. “Here—offer him one of these.”
He reached in his other pocket and pulled out one of the protein nuggets to hand to her.
