“As I said, she’s big. I grow weary of these delicate flowers, no matter how lovely they are. I need a woman my size. I like it rough. And if she tries to give me any trouble…” His laugh had an evil ring to it. “Well, that will only make it better!”
Tok bent down and grabbed his robe. AJ breathed a sigh of relief. She’d rather service Kaden, drunk as he was, than spend another minute with Tok. The man made her skin crawl.
Tok headed for the door then stopped. “Take care, Atlantean,” he said coldly, “lest my patience with your antics wears thin.”
“You are truly a man of your word. My cock and I are now in your debt, General.” Kaden grabbed his manhood through his tunic and bowed, sweeping the other hand out. But the grand gesture made him look like a drunken fool when he lost his balance and half-fell onto the bed.
The door slammed. AJ kept her head down. Kaden sat up and lifted her chin with one finger.
“So. You are now a harlot.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Very good. You’ve learned how to properly address your master as part of your training. Have you been touched by any man since we were last together?”
“No, my Lord.”
“Tonight you must do my bidding in all things – or face the Instrument of Correction again.”
His words sparked a thrilling shiver of fear mixed with arousal. “Yes, my Lord.”
His voice deepened, all trace of intoxication gone. It had been an act, a performance put on to ensure that the general left rather than challenge a drunk nearly twice his size.
“Kiss me.”
AJ froze. After witnessing so many sessions, she’d been prepared for a far more indecent demand. She hadn’t been subjected to that degree of intimacy since the last night they spent together. He slid off the bed and dropped to his knees, so close she could feel the heat of his body. She squeezed her eyes shut, and his lips covered hers, stopping her breath for what seemed an eternity.
He drew back, sounding annoyed. “Open your mouth, woman. It’s a tongue, not a poisonous serpent.”
She parted her lips, keeping her eyes shut tight. The tip of his tongue traced the curve of her upper lip. Softly. Sensuously.
She let out a sigh of relief, shocked when he drew it in then sent his own breath back into her mouth.
His tongue delicately probed between her lips. He tasted sweet, like the honey liqueur she’d had earlier. Kaden coaxed her mouth open wider, his tongue darting in and out, swirling around hers like a partner leading her through the steps of an intricate dance.
AJ flashed back, remembering how his tongue had felt on other parts of her body. Hot. Slick. Demanding that her body respond. A tremor shot through her, straight to her core of pleasure. She shuddered
Kaden chuckled. “Tajina! I knew you were in there somewhere.”
His hand stroked her back, slid up her tail, lingering at the base of the device lodged in her rear passage.
“I think it’s time to put this tail to good use.”
She glanced up in surprise then remembered she had to keep her eyes lowered in the presence of a master.
“Get on the bed and lie on your back. Put your feet down flat. I’m glad you’re wearing those ridiculous shoes. They’ll lift your hips up in the air. Remember my rule – don’t you dare move.”
This was a new Kaden, his tone more demanding. AJ had no idea what he had in mind. Nervously, she complied. He sat between her legs, pushing her heels back toward her bottom and spreading her knees apart opening her to his gaze and his touch.
Then he took the tip of her tail and brought it around to stroke the folds of her pussy.
AJ gasped, trying desperately not to squirm. She could explain away what she was feeling in scientific terms. Every tug shifted the device, stimulating a new bundle of nerve endings in her rear channel. Firing off synapses in her brain that sent hormones surging through her veins. Leaving her hot and needy, aching for release.
“Open your eyes. I want to see the look on your face when I make you come.”
She’d fantasized about being with Kaden again for weeks. Alone in her bed in the dark. She’d been spanked until her bottom burned. Teased and tormented by the device while being forced to watch couples engage in every wickedly erotic act imaginable.
Self-gratification had been forbidden. She hadn’t dared to touch herself for fear one of the other harlots in training who shared her sleeping quarters would catch her and report it. The need for release had grown into a desperate hunger. And now the man who’d introduced her to the wild thrill of having sex with a living, breathing partner was here in front of her, promising to bring her to another shattering climax.