by Raven Dark
“It is. Your women handled each other at dinner, but let’s see how they do in public.”
My father disconnected the call before I could reply. I ripped off my blue tooth with a growl, put aside my laptop and made my way to Anika’s bedroom. I might as well give her the bad news now.
“So, what exactly is it I’m supposed to do at this event?”
I stood atop a stool in the cavernous room Min, Kane’s personal stylist, used for dolling women up. For the last hour, Min had flitted around me, tugging here and pinning there, adjusting this and that. I felt like a human pincushion, one he seemed to forget wasn’t one of the mannequins he used to work on his elaborate designs. He kept muttering to himself when things didn’t look right.
Seated a few feet away from me typing on his laptop as usual, Kane didn’t look up when he answered. “Whatever I need you to.”
“Taking a slave to a charity event meant to help the needy. Isn’t that a little tacky?”
“It’s extremely tacky, but it’s the Davros way.”
“That way needs to be changed.”
“Agreed. My father is still the head of Davros Inc, and the patriarch of this family. When I take his place, rules like that will be abolished.”
“So, I, what, pour your wine and brush off your suit? Hand you stuff?”
“And anything else Kelly can’t be there to do. No one is supposed to see me or my date do anything for ourselves. You’ll see to it that we don’t have to.”
“Your date. Which will be Gala, right?” I imagined some other gorgeous woman on his arm, one he’d look at the same way he looked at me so often, and my stomach churned. The thought was as bad as being faced with seeing his psychotic parents again.
Now his eyes did flick up to me, and amusement flashed in them. “You think I would take another woman to a charity ball my fiancée is supposed to be modeling for? Even I’m not that much of a cad.”
I pressed my lips together and forced my expression to remain casual. As if it didn’t kill me, being reminded I wasn’t going to be there as his date. I wasn’t jealous of Gala, not now that I understood the nature of their peculiar arrangement, and I knew Kane wouldn’t force me to play the role of slave in public if he had a choice. Attending this function was a necessary part of our cover. Still, if Gala wasn’t planning to be at the event, I couldn’t help wondering if he’d have another woman on his arm. Someone who I wished could be me.
Of course, it didn’t help that, since I’d refused to commit myself to being his permanent submissive last week, he’d distanced himself from me again.
“Kane, why are you even here?”
“Excuse me?”
“Well–” I dropped my arms without realizing it, and Min jerked to his feet.
“Young lady, stop moving. This is a top of the line design that must be handled with care, and if you damage it, it’ll take half a day to make another.”
I sighed and raised my arms up and out to the sides. “Sorry.”
Min moved in and continued pinning the wine-red ribbon around the bodice of the dress. A dress he refused to let me see until he was finished. He jabbed a pin in place, and I hissed when it poked at my side. He ignored me. I returned my attention to Kane.
“I just meant, you could make your millions in any room in the house. If you’re ignoring me anyhow, why are you sitting in on something as boring and as girly as a dress fitting?”
Min grumbled something I couldn’t hear and jabbed a pin in especially hard. I cursed and glared at him, but he didn’t seem to notice. I got the feeling he didn’t like hearing his trade being called boring.
“Are you being needy again?” But his mouth turned up and, unlike in the limo, his words lacked force. Was he playing, or not? I hated that he made it so hard to tell.
“Okay, yeah, a little. Ever since our talk last week, you’ve been a little frosty.” You’ve hardly looked at me since then, and I’m lucky if I get a grunt when I talk to you.”
Eyes on his computer screen once more, Kane gave a soft grunt. I sighed, again dropping my arms without thinking.
Min scoffed and stood. His long dark hands grabbed my arms and jerked them up. “Up.” He jabbed another pin in.
“Ow! Is it really necessary to do that so hard?” I’d never liked Min to begin with, not since he’d put me in that hideous slave dress the night I met Gavini with Kane. Now, I was starting to hate him.
“Beauty is pain, Anika. You want to look like a goddess, you hurt.”
For some reason, Kane snorted at this.
“What are you laughing at, Davros? And will you explain this to me, please?” I nodded to the elaborate dress that draped my frame in gold and white silk. “I’m supposed to be a slave, so why am I dressed like Cinderella? Shouldn’t I be wearing a burlap sack or something?”
“No. You’re supposed to blend, Anika. No one is supposed to know you’re there. The tradition for your role has always been to have you dress like every other lady there, only a little less garish. Only those who understand our way of life will know you are not another lady at the ball.”
“How will they know?”
He went back to typing and didn’t answer. All right, that was it. As soon as Min finished this torture session, I’d get out of this ridiculously heavy dress, put on something sexy, and make sure Kane couldn’t pay attention to anything but me.
Except, I couldn’t do that. He was still healing. My headaches were completely gone; I didn’t even have to take pain meds anymore, but Kane still had them occasionally. He wouldn’t be ready for anything strenuous for a while yet, and sex between us was never gentle.
Min made his last adjustments and had me step down. He took me out of the dress, leaving me only in lacy whites and a long silk slip, then led me over to a chair. When I sat, he began work on my hair. I rolled my eyes. So now I’d sit here for another hour while he tortured me some more. Neither of these men seemed to care that I’d never been very girly, preferring my simple jeans and baggy T’s, runners and a scrunchy in my hair. The girliest thing I did was wear a pink T-shirt.
For the first time, as I sat in the lacy silk slip that shaped to my breasts and fell in a column to my feet, Kane did look at me. Not just a glance, like I was barely there, but really looked at me. Desire darkened those golden eyes, and he sat back, drinking me in. My heart quickened, blood heating under the possession in that gaze.
“Of course, I’m half naked, so now you look at me.”
Kane’s eyes danced. He set his computer on the floor, deliberately keeping all his attention on me. His smoky gaze roved over the plump mounds of my breasts under the silk, the swell of my hips, my long legs. I crossed them, but it didn’t eliminate the pressure that began to build between them under his hungry stare.
Was he going to just sit there, watching me? I felt like prey, trapped in the gaze of a predator. A predator that wanted to devour me.
“You wanted me to pay attention to you, didn’t you?”
My chest rose on a shaky breath, hands fisting the sides of my slip. Face flaming hot, I made myself look away. Amazing how I still had no idea what to do with myself when he got like this. His magnetism still had such power to unbalance me that suddenly I couldn’t form words.
Just then, Min bent, and I looked down. He held out a long, golden pin, like a spear, with diamonds encrusted at the tip. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, secretive. “This is how they know.”
“That I’m his slave?”
Min nodded. “At special occasions, in public, you’ll wear this at all times.”
My blood chilled, and for a moment my desire fizzled. I took the pin, noting the elaborate D subtly engraved into the tip. Min took the pin back and straightened. His hands worked with my hair, twining and twisting, and then I felt him gently slip the spear into my red curls near the top.
“And in private?” I asked. I assumed in private that dress he’d put me in before served as the mark of my ownership, but I had a feeling there
was something more still coming. Something Kane hadn’t had occasion to impose on me yet.
I didn’t get a chance to hear Min’s reply because Kane stood up and ordered him out. “Min, leave us. Finish her hair later.”
Min bowed to him, took up the dress for resizing, and left. Kane walked slowly over to me, the cool, hungry expression he wore making my nipples harden against the silk. His gaze settled on the slave’s pin Min had put in my hair, and I saw the hunger intensify.
See, this is what I found so confusing about Kane. He always told me I wasn’t his slave, and he seemed disgusted when I needled him about it, yet in times like these, he seemed turned on by the idea of it. Right now, he looked like he wanted to own me in ways that went far deeper than any Dom with his sub.
“Kane, this isn’t a good idea.”
“You complained I’m ignoring you. Now you want me to leave you alone. Make up your mind, girl.”
But his lips twisted in a wicked smile.
“You have a concussion. Dr. Peters said you aren’t to over exert yourself.”
But as he stopped in front of me, hand sliding across my cheek to my nape, I tilted my head up in surrender, skin tingling with his touch.
“Fuck the doctor.”
Of course, towering over me as he was, my face was right at the level of his crotch. I could see he was rock hard, the way his cock tented his pants, thick and demanding to be sucked. His scent, masculine and naturally heady, filled my head. He always smelled so good, like sandalwood and man.
“You can’t have sex right now, Kane. Especially not your kind of sex.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, I can do whatever I want.” He cradled my nape, a firm, commanding grip that reminded me who was boss.
“As your nurse, I forbid this.” But my voice shook with need. I didn’t even realize I’d reached up and curled my hands around the sides of his belt until he smirked at me.
“Oh, you do, do you? If you didn’t want me to fuck you, you shouldn’t sit there looking so hot.”
Oh, how I wanted so much to accept his offer then and there. To just drop to my knees and tell him I was his forever, and then to let him sate himself with my mouth, using me until he exploded with release in every hole I had. Only I knew I couldn’t do that. He needed a strong woman, a woman who understood the rules of his life, who’s need for independence and lack of knowledge wouldn’t get him killed. And for fuck’s sake, I needed someone who loved me. I was his for the duration of the contract, and that was all.
“Kane, you need to heal.” But I rubbed my face into his crotch, inhaling him, loving the feel of his silky slacks on my skin.
“I need to come in your perfect little mouth, is what I need.” He drove his hands into my hair, pressing my face into him. “Are you going to take my cock out and suck it, or shall I make you take it?”
The words sent a white hot bolt of need straight through my core. Hands still on his belt, I spread my knees to either side of him and looked up into his eyes. “As your nurse, I can’t, in good conscience, allow you to exert yourself. So, I guess you’ll have to make me suck you off, Sir.”
“Pull up your dress and let me see your pussy.”
Cheeks hot, I sat back and slid the silk slip up, lifted my hips and pushed it to my waist. Hesitation and self-consciousness still ate at me like it was our first time until I saw the command in Kane’s eyes.
“What are you waiting for? Take down your panties and let me see you.”
“So bossy.” I slid my panties off, then sat back in the chair and spread my legs, letting him see all of me. Exactly how wet I was for him, how needy.
Kane let out a low rumble of approval and slid his long fingers through my folds. The slow, masterful strokes both soothed and intensified the ache that built there.
“So perfect. So wet.” He fisted my hair with his other hand and devoured my mouth with his, hard and bruising. Letting me know I was all his.
Every flick of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth against mine, made me wetter for him. The love I felt for this man intensified to an almost painful height in its futility. I rubbed against his hand, spreading wider to give him better access.
Just when I was getting a good rhythm going, he stopped and pulled the slip from my shoulders, letting my breasts fall free. He palmed one breast, massaging with just the right pressure. Thumbing the nipple to an aching throb, then doing the same with the other, all the while eating slowly at my mouth.
However much he’d looked at me like a slave moments ago, he didn't possess me like one now. His attention was all on me, on ramping up my pleasure. I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair, tugging at it, and he groaned.
At last, his head lifted. One of his thumbs caressed my lip. He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he straightened and pulled me up to a sitting position. Face at level with his crotch once more.
“Take out my cock.”
Fuck, I loved when he did this, reduced me to a hole for his pleasure. Hands shaking, I did as I was told, undoing his belt and freeing his cock, watching the long, thickness of it bounce free. He was already as hard as steel, but I stroked it a few times anyway, loving the way he groaned and pressed into my touch.
“I don’t want to hurt your head.” I kept my pace slow.
“Then you better not get me going. Give me what I want, and we’ll keep it nice and civil.”
“But—“
“Stop talking.”
“Right, holes don’t talk.” I smirked, working him harder.
“Shut up.” He flicked my hand away and grabbed my head, shoving himself inside in one demanding thrust, almost all the way to the back my throat.
Having him stretch and fill my mouth so suddenly, I was forced to acclimate to him fast. I slacked my jaw and breathed through my nose like he’d taught me, forcing down my gag reflex when he pushed into my throat.
“You’re still too mouthy, Anika. We’re going to add a rule to your training. From now on, when I come to you for pleasure, you don’t argue or mouth off.” He gripped my head harder, and when I groaned, he slid out a little and then shoved back in. I knew damn well he didn’t want anything about this to be civil. This was going to be fun.
“From now on, when I come to you, you get on your knees, without being told, and you ask how you may please me. Is that clear?”
He pulled out to let me answer, and I swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“What is your safeword, girl?”
“Pinky, Sir.”
“From now on, unless you use your safeword, I’ll assume I have the right to do what I want to you. I’ll expect you to say your line. Which is what?”
“How may I please you, sir?” Why had he stopped me from sucking him off? Surely he could have told me this later when we weren’t both dying for release?
“Good girl. Slaves are expected to look away, but I want your eyes on me when we’re doing this alone.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pushed his cock back into my mouth with a moan, but instead of shoving all the way in, he fed me only the tip. Precum coated my tongue, rich and masculine. I liked this, getting just enough of him to taste without overwhelming me.
“Such a hot little mouth. Use that tongue. Do it the way I like.”
I took the cue, swirling my tongue around the wide head of his cock, teasing the slit, then lapping at the length, then the head again.
“Ah. Fuck yes.” He fisted my hair, but still didn’t shove in the way he usually did. Keeping things civil, as he said? The muscles in his arm corded under his satin shirt. I could feel the effort it took for him not to fuck my mouth like a savage. “Yes. Keep that up.”
I did, teasing, licking all of him, enjoying this chance to take my time. Enjoying the way I made him fight to keep his composure. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to control anything that happened to me.
“Christ, Anika. When I fuck your holes, I’m going to come so hard you’ll feel me next week.”
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br /> Smiling around a mouth full of dick, I reached up and played with his balls, feeling the weight of them, feeling them draw up and strain with his need. He hissed between his teeth and twitched violently in my mouth.
Then, just like that, his control was gone. “Open your mouth.”
I barely had it open when he shoved himself inside, all the way in with a grunt, his hands tangled in my hair.
Again, I slacked my jaw and worked my gag reflect, huffing through my nose while he was already thrusting in and out of my mouth. He pushed all the way to the back of my throat, fucking my mouth until tears came from my eyes and I was forcing the gag down.
The urge to stroke myself to my release was almost too much, but I didn’t dare. He’d made it clear I wasn’t to come without his permission, and one stroke would be all I needed now.
An instant before Kane came, he pulled out and hauled me to my feet, Then he was rushing me across the room and shoving me against the nearest wall.
“No fucking me from behind today, Sir?” He’d pinned me to the wall facing him and now grabbed my ass, hoisting me onto his hips.
“Next time. I want to see your face when you come for me.”
Holding me up on his hips with one hand, he grabbed my throat and savaged my mouth, gripping my throat with exactly the right pressure to remind me of his ownership and power, without cutting my air. I took his cock, guiding him into me like he’d showed me during an earlier scene. Kane thrust deep, both hands squeezing my ass and working me against him.
I spread myself wider for him, and Kane slid in and out of me, swift, greedy strokes that had to have rattled every part of him, even if he didn’t seem like he was in pain.
When his mouth trailed off mine, I put my head back, panting. “Fuck, Kane, take it easy. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Stop being a damn nurse, Anika. Shut up and let me fuck you.”
Jesus, he hated when I worried about him. God forbid I care about him. I bit my lip and rode him, rocking my hips and loving the feel of him filling me. His fingers dug into my ass, his teeth dug into my shoulder, and he pounded me like a fiend.