Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“My Sonya and I…we had a D/s relationship,” he rumbled. “Do you know what that means?”
Sonya felt her heart jump in her chest as a shiver of pure desire went through her. Suddenly her whole body felt hot and the tips of her breasts and the place between her legs were throbbing.
“Dominant and submissive,” she whispered.
“Yes.” Davrik nodded. Reaching down, he cupped Sonya’s cheek in his big hand and tilted her face up so that she had no choice but to meet his eyes. “I was the Dominant,” he rumbled. “Do you understand?”
“I…I think so.”
Sonya licked suddenly dry lips. She found she couldn’t hold his intense gaze—it was making her too hot and bothered. God, why was she feeling so swollen between her legs? And the towel, which had formerly felt soft, now seemed too rough against her sensitive nipples.
Davrik inhaled deeply and frowned.
“Are you all right, baby girl?”
Oh God—was he smelling how hot she was getting, just from having him touch her and talk to her in that deep, soft voice of his? Sonya squeezed her thighs together tightly, wishing she was wearing panties.
“Uh, what’s this thing again?” she asked, pointing at the black rocking chair in the corner to change the subject.
“A Breeding Chair,” Davrik told her. “It’s often used, along with Bonding Fruit, when a Kindred warrior is much larger than his mate. It’s a way to make sure he doesn’t hurt her—unless she wants to be hurt, that is,” he added darkly and she saw his pale blue eyes flicker to the wall where the floggers and paddles were hanging.
“Oh, um…” Sonya licked her lips, looking for something—anything else—to say. “What…what’s Bonding Fruit?” she asked at last, thinking it was the least loaded question she could ask.
“A special fruit that’s cultivated on Twin Moons—the Twin Kindred home world,” Davrik explained. “Because Twin Kindred warriors have to share a female between them, they developed a special fruit to help. It has chemical properties that enable a female to stretch and open to take a larger shaft inside her pussy than would normally be possible.”
“Really?” Sonya could feel her eyes getting wide. She’d wondered how in the world her doppelganger had managed to accommodate a guy as big as Davrik—now it seemed she had an explanation.
“Really. Otherwise making love with a much smaller female wouldn’t be possible,” Davrik explained. “In fact, the juice you were looking at in the kitchen—that’s Bonding Fruit juice. It has natural preservatives that keep it fresh and I couldn’t bear to throw it out,” he added, looking pensive. “I just uncap it once in a while and smell it—it reminds me of her. In fact…” He frowned and Sonya saw his nostrils flare again. “I could swear I smell it now.”
“Oh, um…” She licked her lips nervously. She could still taste traces of the sweet and savory juice on her mouth—the flavor didn’t seem to want to fade.
“Baby girl…” Davrik was looking down at her with one eyebrow raised and a disapproving frown on his face. “Tell me the truth—did you sneak back into the food-prep area and drink some of the Bonding Fruit juice?”
“I…I only meant to have a taste!” Sonya exclaimed. She took a step back from him, not sure where she was going. The back of her legs hit the padded black leather bench and she realized she could go no further…and Davrik was between her and the door.
“How much did you drink?” He was frowning like a thundercloud now and Sonya felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach.
“I…I don’t know,” she faltered. “I just meant to have a sip but it tasted so good I sort of…uh, drank half the container,” she ended in a small voice.
“Half the container?” His eyes widened, then narrowed. “Drop your towel.”
“What?” Sonya wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.
“Drop your towel, baby girl—now,” he rumbled, giving her a stern look. “I need to see how your body is reacting to that much Bonding Fruit juice.”
Sonya thought about saying no, but he was looking so stern and forbidding, she didn’t dare. Besides, it seemed to do something to her insides to have him order her around in that deep, commanding voice of his.
“Yes…Master,” she said, remembering that he’d told her to call him that before, when he was tasting her. With trembling fingers, she unfastened the red towel and let it drop for the second time—deliberately this time.
“Good girl,” Davrik rumbled. He went to one knee in front of her so the two of them were more or less eye-to-eye, just as he had when he’d hugged her in the Father Ship.
But this time, instead of gathering her into his arms, Davrik took her wrists and pulled her arms gently but firmly away from her body.
“Hmm…” Letting go of one wrist, he cupped her right breast in his big hand and gently thumbed the nipple.