“Now it’s time to shower.”
That smile was a lot more genuine. “Do I get to wash you again?”
He cast another look over his shoulder. The atrium was almost completely lit; he should be in his office by now. Then again, who was going to argue if he was late for once?
“Definitely.” His mouth moved to her ear and he felt her shiver, felt her nipples harden against his chest. “And this time you will be much more thorough.”
Kievan walked into his office feeling unusually at peace with the world. J’Ssett waited patiently, his observant eyes studying Kievan’s face for a brief second before they dropped. He ignored the feeling that the other man saw through his usual stoic mask. Sitting at his desk, he proceeded to give his orders for the evening, an evening he had started to plan as soon as he left his female.
“Dinner for two, tonight. The small dining room. At 1900, no, make it 1800.” He was already impatient to see her again.
“Yes, my lord.”
“The gold chain outfit. And send an attendant to Cam to prepare her and help her dress. A female attendant.”
“Yes, my lord.” J’Ssett bowed his head before Kievan could decide if he had really seen a flash of amusement on the other man’s face.
Kievan turned to his screen to begin reviewing the daily reports but his mind drifted back to the shower. She had indeed taken her time washing his body and he had enjoyed it thoroughly, but then she had surprised him by dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth. The knowledge that she had done it, not because he ordered it, but because she wanted to, had been almost as arousing as watching his cock slide between those pouting pink lips. When she moaned around him, as excited as he was, he had been unable to resist pulling her to her feet and lifting her into his arms so he could take her against the wall. She had wrapped her legs around him and thrown her head back in helpless pleasure as he pounded into her, coming with a muffled cry just before he emptied himself into her body.
She had trembled when he lowered her to the ground, her legs shaking, and he had taken more time to hold her until she quieted, and then to gently dry her body. And despite that, he had still been reluctant to leave her and she had seemed just as unwilling to let him go.
Fighting a reminiscent smile, he forced his attention to business and read the first report on the screen. His pleasant mood immediately disappeared.
“Is this correct?” His voice had turned to ice.
“Yes, my lord. We received the message with a shipment of Bliss stones. Prince Ustrod is…impatient for his compensation.”
“Damn.” Kievan leaned back and closed his eyes, trying for the hundredth time to find a way out of an intolerable situation—a situation that was even more intolerable this morning. “Remind him that these matters take time.”
J’Ssett hesitated. “It has been a month, my lord.”
“And it will take at least another month.” He ignored the bleak desolation that filled him at his words. A month would not be long enough.
“Should I inform him of that?”
“No. He doesn’t need to know specifics. Just reiterate that I will contact him as soon as I am done.”
Another pause, then J’Ssett bowed his head and changed the subject. “If I could draw your attention to the report on Madam Hora’s earnings...”
Kievan turned his attention to the report but it took all of his years of discipline to focus on business and not the pain spiking in his chest.
Chapter Seven
Cam walked down the corridor behind J’Ssett, nervous heat pulling at her stomach. A cloak covered her from head to toe but she was burningly conscious of what she was wearing beneath the cloak—or rather what she wasn’t wearing. With every step, she could feel fine gold chains caressing her skin. That afternoon, an attendant had appeared and proceeded to pamper Cam to within an inch of her life. She had been massaged, bathed, and lotioned; her nails had been painted and her hair and makeup done; and finally, she had been fastened into the chain outfit. The top consisted of an ornate halter that did nothing to conceal her breasts, but rather exposed them in an erotic harness. The barest scrap of silk covered her nipples but nothing else broke the contrast of creamy skin bound with gold. The bottom was equally as elaborate and revealing, the crisscrossed chains serving to frame her labia and the cleft of her bottom. Another triangle of silk barely covered her pubic mound. The final touch was a pair of strappy gold sandals with ridiculously high heels which made her legs look twice as long as normal.
By the time she looked in the mirror she didn’t even recognize herself. The resulting image was pure sex appeal but in an erotic, beautiful way. Even walking along the corridor, she could feel how the heels changed her posture, how her back arched and her hips swayed. And she could feel the chains against her skin, tight but not painful—continuously reminding her of her body and causing butterflies low in her belly. The touch of silk on her taut nipples and sliding between her already damp folds just added to her excitement.
But despite the erotic effects of the clothing, the real heat in her body was generated by the man waiting for her. After he had left her that morning, she had been escorted back to the harem. No one had been around so she had retreated to her room, trying to sort out her feelings. No matter how much she tried to deny it, Kievan caused her body to react in ways she had never experienced before. Even more than that, when he was touching her, holding her, she felt a sense of connection which went far beyond their physical contact. And yet this was the man who had brought her here, who had made her into a slave.
When she heard activity in the main room and joined Sonda and Leeda, she was still wrestling with her demons. The other women were their usual charming, gentle selves, but they were overcome with excitement that she had spent the night with Kievan again and that she was the only one he was currently seeing. She relaxed at their obvious approval, but then Xanthe emerged from her rooms. Instead of leaving at the sight of Cam, she lingered long enough to make cutting comments about “the new toy” until Cam finally retreated to her room and buried herself in her language lessons while she waited for the attendant to arrive. Even now on her way to see him again, she was still confused. The only thing she was sure of was that she longed to see him.
J’Ssett opened a set of double doors and bowed her forward. Cam had a vague impression of a glass-walled room but her eyes went immediately to Kievan. He was standing against the glass, wearing an open necked white silk shirt and white leather pants. He looked impossibly handsome, but even from across the room, she could see the tension in his body and her heart softened. Without conscious thought, she crossed to him, slid her arms up the warm skin of his chest and curled them around his neck. Even with the heels on, he was much taller so she lifted up on tiptoes and raised her face for his kiss. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, his face hard and unreadable, and then his arms went round her, his mouth descended over hers, and he kissed her until she was clinging helplessly to him. When he finally raised his head, his face was soft and his eyes blazed melted bronze.
“Sweetness,” he whispered, and stroked her cheek. She nuzzled into his hand and smiled at him.
“Hi, honey. How was your day?” she whispered back.
He raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”
“It’s an expression of affection,” she said before she blushed and looked away. His hand lifted her chin until she looked at him again.
“I like it—and I like that you said it.” When he smiled down at her, her stomach did a little flip and she almost groaned. She was in serious trouble. Before she could process the thought, he released her chin and stepped back. The unreadable mask dropped over his face again. “Unfortunately, I did not have a good day. It reminded me that we need to resume your training.”
Cam shivered, and not in a good way. “Training?”
He turned toward the window and her eyes followed him. The atrium was dark, lit only by lights from the windows opening on to it. As her gaze move
d to the atrium, she noticed for the first time that all of the walls of the room were made of glass. Even the floor was made of glass and a wave of vertigo made her dizzy as she saw the vast expanse of space beneath her feet. Hastily she turned her attention to the massive, intricately carved—and very solid—dining table that filled the center of the room. One place was set at the far end. The memory of Kievan feeding her that morning brought a smile to her face and she turned back to look at him.
He was staring out into the atrium, the tension she had seen when she first entered the room back in the stiff lines of his back. She hugged her arms around herself, suddenly nervous. Finally, he answered her question. “A certain protocol is expected of…slaves. Sometimes in private but always in public.”
The familiar feeling of despair went through her at the word slave. Would she ever get used to it? Pushing it aside, she concentrated on the second part of his statement. “Public? Does that mean I would get to leave your quarters?”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice tense.
He turned to look at her and she shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. “I don’t know. An occasional change of scenery might be nice. I don’t exactly have a lot to do.”
“You have to please me.”
His voice heated and she felt the answering response in her stomach but she refused to be distracted from her argument. “I’m not with you all the time. You have a job; you work hard. I’m also used to working—and I liked having a job.”
He studied her face, his expression unreadable. “We will discuss that again but for now, your desire for a change of scenery should provide additional motivation.”
The words reminded her of his other, more uncomfortable, ways to motivate her. She might as well know the worst. “What behavior do you expect?”
“A slave reflects on her master. She is pleasant, obedient, and respectful at all times. If you enter the room and I am sitting, you will come and kneel at my feet. If I am standing, you will assume a standing pose. You do not speak unless I give you permission. You will address me as Master.” He hesitated. “You will offer your body for my pleasure whenever, and however, I desire.”
She knew she was staring at him, her mouth open. He was reducing her to a puppet with no mind of her own. The invisible chains of her slavery, so easy to forget when she was in his arms, were suddenly very apparent. Her heart clenched and it took her a moment to find the words. “Is that what you want?”
Her face must have shown her despair because his voice was soft when he responded. “In public, always. In private, sometimes.”
“But why?”
Kievan smiled wickedly and she actually felt her pulse increase. “Have you forgotten last night and this morning already? If you remember, I didn’t ask for your permission. I was under the impression that you enjoyed the experience.”
Her cheeks flamed and now she looked away.
“Don’t be embarrassed, little flower.” He pulled her into his arms and she felt her body relax. “Everyone responds differently. I enjoy being in charge; you enjoy giving up control.”
She wanted to deny it but he was not wrong. “What if I didn’t?” she couldn’t help asking.
“You would learn.” There was no doubt in his voice. “However, your natural submissiveness is a delightful surprise.”
He curled his hand firmly around her neck, controlling her movements, and they both felt her shiver. “You see what I mean?”
“I suppose I can try,” she agreed reluctantly.
“No, pet.” His hand tightened. “You will learn. If you do not, you will be punished.”
Her eyes filled with tears but she nodded. His fingers pressed harder into her neck. “Answer properly so that I know you understand.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. He let his hand drop and her neck immediately felt bare and cold.
“Very good, little flower.” The low approval in his voice made the tears threaten to overflow but she blinked them back. “Now remove your cloak and I will show you the standing pose.”
“Yes, Master.” It was easier the second time but she kept her head down as she let the cloak fall to the ground at her feet. He didn’t say anything but she felt the energy in the room change. Her stomach trembled. When she glanced at Kievan, his eyes were completely molten.
“You’re beautiful, little flower.” She could hear the hunger in his voice and swayed almost unconsciously toward him but he shook his head. When he resumed his instructions, his voice was cold and controlled. “First the pose. Spread your legs slightly. Hands behind your back, your right hand clasping your left wrist. Head up and eyes down.”
Cam assumed the position, blushing as she realized how prominent her breasts became with her hands behind her back. Kievan slowly circled her body, his eyes leaving a trail of heat as they lingered on her body. She fought the impulse to cover herself with her hands. A dizzying mixture of humiliation and desire swept through her and she bit her lip to keep it from trembling.
“Very good, my pet. I see that you are ready for me.” He swept a finger across one engorged nipple and her breath caught. Her mouth opened but he didn’t let her speak. “Hold your pose but look at me.”
She started to nod but caught herself. “Yes, Master.”
Helplessly she maintained her position while he stood in front of her, casually thumbing her nipples and watching her face. She was held by nothing more than his order, exposed for his pleasure, bound by his chains; she had never felt so alive. Nothing in her previous limited experience had prepared her for this. Desire rippled through her in waves and she could actually feel her labia dampening and swelling in anticipation, her clit stiffening into a hard little nub. Her breath sped up and her eyes started to close.
“Eyes on me, pet.”
“Yes, Master.” She could barely get the words out but she forced her eyes to his face. He bent toward her, his warm breath swirling across her nipple, and then his hot, wet mouth closed over the soft silk and he pulled the taut peak deep inside. She cried out and almost came. His mouth released her with a soft pop and he blew gently over the wet silk, sending shivers across her entire body. Her hand clamped down on her wrist in a desperate attempt to keep from reaching from him.
“So responsive,” he murmured. “We will have to see about some jewelry for these, my pet.”
Jewelry? For her nipples? The words barely penetrated as he repeated the process on her other nipple.
“Are you wet for me, pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Open for me and let me check.” His hand slid down between her legs and he rumbled his approval as it slipped easily between her slick folds. He paused with his finger to one side of her clit and she held her breath, afraid to move and miss his finger moving the remaining fraction of an inch and bringing her relief. Her hips started to twitch and he removed his hand. She almost sobbed in frustration.
“Not yet, sweetness.” He traced his finger across her lips and her tongue automatically followed its path, the taste of her own arousal shocking. “I’m going to give you something else to think about. Bend over the table.”
She unlocked her hands and swayed dizzily. He supported her and lowered her upper body until it was lying over the table, her arms stretched out in front of her. The cool surface soothed her swollen nipples.
“Keep still,” he warned, just as she felt his fingers trace the crevice between her butt cheeks. She startled and he pressed one hand firmly between her shoulder blades. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
For a long moment, he teased the puckered rosette of her anus, awakening nerves she didn’t know existed while she tried to hold still. Then his fingers drifted lower and she sighed with relief as he swirled his fingers against the entrance to her pussy. Her hips thrust back involuntarily at the touch and his hand descended across her ass with startling swiftness, creating a fiery sting in the soft flesh but only adding to her arousal. A cold object pushed into her channel and she clamped
down in shock. It wasn’t large but the cool, hard metal resisted her muscles. Without removing the object, his wet fingers returned to her anus, spreading her juices and probing lightly at the tiny entrance.
“No, Master, please.” Her whole body was quivering now; she couldn’t control it.
“Silence, pet.” He spanked her again and her body ratcheted up one more unbelievable notch. Slowly he withdrew the object from her vagina and she felt the smooth tip, now warmed by her body, pressing against her anus. Her muscles clenched.
“Relax,” he whispered. The hand lifted off her back and she felt it teasing her swollen clit. God, she was so close. With one swift movement, he pushed through the tight ring of muscle and slid the object into her rectum while his other hand pressed down hard on her clit, and she came in a blinding convulsion that left her limp and shaking on the table.
“Very nice, my pet. And you didn’t pass out this time.” His voice was warm and amused, his fingers soothing as he stroked her back while she recovered. Her cheek was still pressed against the table and he lowered his face to look into her eyes. “Of course, I didn’t tell you that you could come.”
“You didn’t tell me I couldn’t,” she found the strength to point out. His lips twitched.
“Quite true, little flower. I think I had better feed you now.” He helped her carefully to her feet, and she stiffened as she realized that the butt plug was still firmly lodged in her rectum.
“Umm, aren’t you going to take this out now?” she asked hopefully. “Master?” she added quickly as his eyebrow lifted.
“No, my pet. It looks very pretty there. I chose a gold one especially to match your chains.”
Cam bit back a groan but followed obediently as he moved to the other side of the table. When he pointed to the cushion at his feet, she knelt carefully and prayed that dinner would not be an extended affair.
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