Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“What…where are we going?” she breathed, her eyes wide and uncertain, her mouth still wet from sucking him so eagerly.
“To the bed chamber,” Sirex growled, glaring down at her. “I’m going to teach you the true meaning of submission.”
37
PHOEBE
Phoebe felt like she was going to explode if he didn’t take her soon! The empty need inside her was growing and sucking his cocks had only made it worse.
“Please, Sir!” she moaned as he carried her into his bedroom and put her in the middle of the broad bed with a dark gray spread. “Please, I need you in me!”
“You’ll have me in you when I’m fucking ready to fuck you,” Sirex growled.
He looked different, Phoebe thought—almost scary. His red-on-black eyes were glowing like two hot coals and his mouth was a grim line. She’d only seen him like this once before, during the confrontation with Thruck in the Grand Salon. Then she’d been sure he was going into Rage—the berserker state of fury all Kindred warriors enter when they believe their woman is being threatened.
But there was no threat now—no reason for him to look so fierce except for the way she’d been provoking him.
Phoebe was a little afraid—but she couldn’t remember when she’d ever been this hot—this ready. Fear of the huge warrior brought a spice to her desire that she’d never experienced before.
Because you’ve never been with a man worth submitting to before, whispered a little voice in her head. Not that she was actually submitting. It was more like she was taunting him—teasing him into a fury until he took her. Though God, she hoped he did it soon—she felt so empty inside!
“Sir, please!” she moaned again. “What are you doing?”
He had left the bed for a moment but when he turned around, she saw why. In his hands were two things—a long silver chain with clasps on the ends and a length of black silk rope.
“You want to be bred?” he demanded, coming over to her, the red light still in his eyes. “Fine, I’ll fucking breed you—but you have to get into breeding position first.”
As he spoke, he was clipping the ends of the silver chain to the rings piercing her nipples. When he tugged the chain, it stimulated both tight peaks at once, making Phoebe cry out as sparks of pleasure/pain shot through her whole body.
“What…what’s breeding position?” she panted as he finished with her breasts.
“I’ll show you—but first I want you naked.”
He stripped off her skirt and blouse, dropping them carelessly on the floor. Then he laid Phoebe on her back on the bed.
“Spread your legs for me—let me see that wet little pussy,” he growled.
“Yes, Sir,” Phoebe moaned. She started to spread her thighs but apparently she wasn’t fast enough.
Stepping between her legs, Sirex put his hands on her knees and pushed them apart, spreading her so wide she gasped.
“Look at that soft little pussy,” he growled. “Before I fuck her, I need to show you something.”
“Show…show me what?” Phoebe panted. She felt so naked—so exposed. Her hands started to creep between her legs to cover her sex but Sirex wasn’t having it.
With a low growl, he captured both her wrists and wrapped the black silk cord around them. Then he pushed her bound hands above her head and gave her a stern look.
“No covering yourself from me, baby. I own you tonight—more than I ever did at the palace. Because tonight I’m going to fuck you!”
Phoebe nearly cried from relief and anticipation. By now the need to be bred was becoming insurmountable—it was all she could think of. But her mentor wouldn’t be rushed.
“I need to show you something,” he repeated. “You need to know how my shafts work—both of them.”
“How…how do they work?” Phoebe looked down between her spread thighs to where his shafts were close to her naked pussy.
“The top one is for lubrication. Like this,” Sirex told her. Angling his body, he rubbed the tip of the upper shaft against her pussy.
Phoebe moaned as she felt the warm precum of the smaller top shaft sliding over her aching clit and then lower, as he put the head inside her.
“I can come at will with this shaft,” he growled. “Like this…”
And then something hot and wet was gushing inside her, wetting her pussy mouth and making her slippery and hotter than ever inside.
“Oh, please, Sir!” she moaned as he finally withdrew. The seed he’d given her had helped a little, but the smaller shaft wasn’t long enough to fully reach the end of her channel. She needed more. So much more.
“Do you know why I need the lubrication from the upper shaft?” he growled, his fiery eyes blazing down into hers.
“Wh-why?” Phoebe stammered.
“So my lower shaft will fit, even in the tightest pussy,” he snarled. And then he was repositioning himself so that the broad crown of the thick lower shaft was at the mouth of her pussy.