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  “All right, love. If that’s what you want.”

  “It’s what I want,” she whispered.

  Braden kissed her. “As you like to say, very well.”

  It was all kinds of well. Braden drew his tunic off over his head, threw it to the floor, unfastened his loincloth and let it fall. His cock stuck straight out, happy to be free.

  “Kneel,” he said.

  Elisa’s eyes widened. “Right here?”

  Braden’s hand tightened on her chain. “Yes, here. In the front hall. Now.”

  Before she could respond he used the chain to gently ease her to her knees. With his other hand he brushed the singing sphere, making it shimmer with lovely music.

  Elisa studied the cock in front of her, the intensity of her gaze making Braden’s entire body tighten. Then she leaned forward and softly blew on his cock.

  Gods, where had she learned that?

  Next, she licked the tip. Fuck.

  “Suck it, baby,” Braden said. “Put your mouth around it and suck hard. Suck for all you’re worth.”

  Elisa licked the tip again, ignoring him. “You taste good.”

  “You are so asking for a spanking.”

  She slanted him a little smile. “Maybe.”

  Braden’s cock jerked. She was learning, yes she was. Soon she’d be a cute, sassy little sub, deliberately disobeying him and daring him to discipline her. He couldn’t wait.

  “Suck,” he said.

  Elisa kissed his tip one more time. Then she opened her mouth and drew him deeply inside.

  Elisa was right about how he’d taste. Beautiful.

  She had to open her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate him. Braden’s cock was heavy on her tongue, the tip bumping the roof of her mouth.

  It felt strange, this large thing inside her, but she wiggled her tongue on the underside, loving the salty taste of his skin. Braden groaned when she did that, and Elisa’s joy surged.

  She wrapped her lips more tightly around the shaft and gave an experimental suck.

  The soft noise Braden made encouraged her. She must be doing it right. She suckled some more, liking the strange sensation of his slick but firm flesh.

  Elisa pulled her mouth from around him and licked her way down his shaft. The cock nudged her face as she went, Braden’s hand rigid on the chain.

  “You shaved yourself,” she said, studying the bare skin at the base of his cock. She blew a soft breath on his balls, his scrotum also bare of hair.

  “The better for you to reach me, darlin’.”

  Elisa snaked her tongue under his balls and licked. She had no idea what she was doing, but Braden’s reactions told her how to proceed. He liked her blowing on him, liked her tongue rubbing between his balls, liked the little nibbles on his staff. Best of all, he liked being fully in her mouth.

  She loved the taste, the feel, the smell of him. She knew she couldn’t have this wonderful man in her life forever, so she determined to enjoy Braden to his full while she could.

  He was certainly full. Elisa closed her mouth over his cock again and suckled him while she played with his balls with her fingers. He liked that too.

  Braden stroked her hair, moving his hips a little as she licked and explored. He still had hold of the chain, and though he didn’t pull it, she could feel him through the collar, a connection between herself and him.

  This was why he’d feasted on her, she realized as she gripped his hips and went on. Having him fill her mouth, tasting every part of him, feeling him react to what she did was wonderful.

  He rocked faster, his cock moving in her mouth.

  “Sweet librarian,” he said. “Gods, you’re good. You’re fucking good.”

  Braden threaded a hand through her hair as he arched to her. It was heady, having this big man—a Shareem no less—reacting to what she did to him.

  Elisa traced her tongue around his head, loving the ridge of the flange, the little slit in the tip. She could only take so much in her mouth, and her fingers found the larger end of his shaft, the hot tightness of his balls.

  The chain clinked in his hand. He smelled salty and hot, tasted of sweat and musk. His cock was so hard in her mouth, yet the tip was smooth against her tongue. The balls were tight enough that she could ring them with her fingers.

  Braden groaned. The music of the singing sphere sounded again—Braden had touched it.

  She felt his coming begin, small pulses in his balls, the rock of his hips.

  “No,” he moaned. “Damn it, not yet. Oh shit.”

  Hot cream suddenly flooded her mouth. Elisa checked her instinct to pull away and relaxed, letting the liquid fill her. When she could take no more, she swallowed, enjoying the smooth, slightly salty taste of him.

  The cream kept coming, thick and hot. Braden called her all kinds of dirty names while she sucked him down, and Elisa tingled with excitement.

  After the last had trickled in, Elisa swallowed and drew back. She smiled up at him, wiping her lips.

  Braden braced himself on the wall, his hand still clenched around the chain. His eyes were half-closed, his face flushed, his breathing ragged.

  He helped Elisa to her feet, and then Braden closed his arms around her, pulling her against his sweat-slicked body.

  They stayed together like that, skin to skin, warmth to warmth, arms around each other, while the notes of the singing sphere floated and sang then whispered away into nothing.

  * * * * *

  Braden had brought a shaver with him. “On the bed,” he said, after he’d led her upstairs, holding the chain all the way. “Legs spread.”

  Elisa lay down on her bed, the sheets cool on her back. She spread her legs for him, the chain from the collar snaking between her breasts. Braden turned on the shaver, which made a pleasant buzzing noise.

  “Will this hurt?” she asked.

  Braden clicked off the shaver and looked at her in impatience. “What did I tell you, sweetheart, about trusting me?”

  “Then it won’t hurt?”

  Braden thunked the shaver to the bedside table. “Turn over.”

  “Why? I was only asking.”

  Braden took up the chain. “I said, turn over.”

  Elisa sucked in a breath and rolled over on the bed. She quivered, waiting, but all Braden did was caress her buttocks with his warm hand. She closed her eyes, enjoying.

  He gave her four swift spanks. Elisa held in her squeal until he leaned down and bit her.

  He didn’t command her to roll back again, he simply stepped back and waited.

  Elisa turned face up again, pretending she’d learned her lesson, and resumed her position with legs spread. Braden clicked on the shaver, smoothed her hair with his fingers, and touched the shaver to her mons.

  The hair came away without pulling or pinching. Elisa moved as the shaver worked, the vibration feeling good.

  Braden finished, clicked off the shaver and smoothed lotion over her pussy. She wriggled her hips, her skin warming at his touch.

  “You’re pretty,” Braden said. “All bare for me.” He leaned down, kissing what he’d just shaved. His breath caressed her clit.

  “Why is it better if I’m bare? I trust you,” she said quickly. “I’m just curious.”

  “Same reason I shaved myself for you. Nothing between you and me.”

  “I liked how it felt.”

  Braden dropped slow kisses on her clit and nuzzled his way down to her opening. “You liked the shaver’s vibrations.” He licked her, making a noise of satisfaction when he found her wet.

  “Yes, I did.” Warm, sweet, tingling, much like when he spanked her.

  His tongue was slow, hot, raking sensations through her. She lifted to him, wanting his tongue, wanting him to drink her as he’d done in the tub.

  “I have something for you,” he whispered.

  He gave her one last kiss on her pussy then sat up. Elisa watched the play of naked muscle as Braden reached to take a small device from his bag. His sk
in shone with sweat, his dark lashes flicking as he looked from the device to her.

  He touched a switch, and the thing buzzed like the shaver.

  Braden sent her a smile of such wicked intensity that Elisa went hot all over. Braden could stun someone at ten paces with that smile.

  She felt a delicate touch on her clit then the heady sensation of vibrations. Elisa’s body rose instinctively toward the feeling as Braden smoothed the device over the pussy he’d just shaved.

  His smile widened, and he slid the vibrator inside her.

  A wide lip kept the device from going all the way in, letting it rest snugly against her opening. Inside, it moved with a steady hum, buzzing her walls, feeling so wicked and warm.

  Braden kept smiling. He didn’t touch her, he simply watched, eyes so blue, liking what he saw.

  The little vibrator kept up its steady hum, driving her crazy. “I want you inside me, Braden. Please?”

  “Mmm. Not yet.”

  “Why not? This makes me want you so much. Please, Braden.”

  He leaned forward, his warmth sliding around her. “Not yet.”

  Elisa wriggled her hips. The vibrator pulsed at a rapid, even beat, making her want to squeeze it and pull it deeper inside her. She knew she wanted to pull Braden inside instead, but he only watched her, his very erect cock telling her he was excited too.

  “Please?”

  “No, baby.”

  “Why not?” Elisa whimpered. “I’m dying for you.”

  Braden’s lips brushed her cheek. “You’re not dying for me enough. You have a little while to go.”

  “No, please, Braden.”

  He licked her cheek. “I love listening to you beg.”

  “But I need you.”

  “I know exactly what you need, darlin’. You have to trust me.”

  Elisa tried to argue but the words that came out of her mouth were incoherent—sounds of longing. Braden kissed the lips that begged for him while the vibrations inside her took over all feeling.

  She knew nothing but the warm, pulsing sensation, the slow, hot licks of Braden’s tongue. She was crying and panting, begging and groaning.

  Braden cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples, then he licked his way down and took a nipple between his teeth. She loved how his teeth scraped the sensitive point, and even more how he opened his mouth and sucked her in.

  She was dying, and it was all bliss and rivers of heat. The leather collar was a band of warmth, the chain cool against her hot skin. Her nipples and clit were so tight, swollen, and her cream was coating everything.

  Elisa felt Braden’s hand, hard and strong, slide down her abdomen. He closed his fingers around the vibrator and drew it out, but before she could gasp her disappointment, Braden moved his body over hers and slid himself inside.

  Elisa shouted for the joy of it. Braden’s smile was beatific. He filled her and spread her as he closed his eyes, his groan heartfelt.

  “You’re damn tight,” he whispered. “Sweet librarian, so wet and tight for me.”

  Elisa collapsed into dark feeling, where nothing existed but her on this bed and Braden on top of her. He opened his eyes to watch her, his face flushed, eyes hot blue.

  He glided in and out, beautiful sensations. Hard and fast, body against body, skin heating skin. Elisa’s climax surged, built, broke and surged again. His cock was so deep inside her that she thought they’d never come apart.

  “This is what you do to me, baby,” he said. “You make me lose all control.”

  He threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut, but he kept pumping, sliding into and out of her, until she could feel nothing else.

  “Damn you,” Braden whispered, but he smiled against her mouth as he said it. “Damn you for making me feel like this.”

  He kissed her mouth, his lips warm, tongue caressing, and Elisa’s heart thrummed with joy.

  * * * * *

  “Turn over.”

  Elisa’s beautiful eyes jerked open. The windows were still dark, night taking over the city.

  She’d been sleeping while Braden watched her, feeling something tear in his heart.

  The chain whispered as Elisa obediently rolled over. Braden grabbed a small pillow and slid it under her hips, which lifted her butt nicely.

  “Are you going to spank me again?” Elisa asked. “I thought I did everything you asked me to.”

  “Oh, you did, sugar. You did just fine.” Braden caressed her buttocks, liking the satin-smooth feel of them. “This is for something else.”

  Braden took up his scented lube and trickled it between her cheeks. Elisa jumped at the cool sensation and squeezed her buttocks together.

  “What is that?”

  “This makes you slick so nothing hurts,” Braden said. “Then I rub you so you relax a little.”

  “Umm.”

  She sounded relaxed already. Braden kissed her butt cheek as he gently pressed his finger around the rim of her anus. She rubbed herself a little on the pillow, humming as it massaged her clit.

  Braden lifted the tiny plug he’d brought with him, lubed it well, and very slowly slid it into her.

  Elisa gasped when she felt the hard pressure at her anus. Her pussy and buttocks clenched.

  “Relax, baby. I won’t let it hurt you.”

  Slowly, Elisa made her body obey her. Her muscles loosened, and whatever Braden touched to her slid inside.

  It was a strange sensation. The plug was rigid and yet giving, her body wanting to both eject it and draw it into her. She wriggled, her clit and nipples enjoying the friction of the pillow and sheets.

  Braden stretched out beside her on the big bed, his body long and warm. “This is to get you used to having something inside you,” he said. “So that when I finally take you there, it won’t hurt.”

  “Hmm.” She felt stretched and full and complete.

  “I like when you smile at me. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  Braden stroked her hair. “My librarian. I want to do this in your library, with you ass-up across your desk.”

  Elisa closed her eyes. He needed to stop putting fantasies in her head. She couldn’t look up at the atrium railing in the library now without remembering the visions he’d spun of her—naked, playing with herself while he watched, stripped and erect from below.

  “I’d love to take you like that,” Braden murmured. “You on the desk, me behind you. The quiet library with all that knowledge, and us doing the most basic thing in the universe.”

  Elisa rubbed the pillow again and sighed happily.

  She felt Braden touch the plug, the small pressure exciting. “I want you to wear this tomorrow,” he said. “When you’re at work, I mean. I’ll teach you how to clean it and put it in yourself. You put it in there, and you wear it for an hour or two.”

  She opened her eyes. Braden lay facing her, his eyes so close to hers. “While I work?”

  “Sure thing, darlin’. I want you thinking of me—of me inside you—while you’re helping people look up the history of sand-sea cultures.”

  Could she do it? Elisa swallowed. “I’ll try.”

  Braden’s hand landed lightly on her butt. “You do it, don’t just try. Or it’s a spanking for you.”

  “Very well.”

  Braden’s smile warmed her. “Is that very well, you’ll wear it?’ Or very well, I can spank you?”

  “Maybe both.”

  “Damn, sweetheart, you make me so hot for you, I want to fuck you again.”

  She let her smile widen. “Very well.”

  Braden growled as he rolled her over onto the mattress, the plug still snug inside. “I’m going to love spanking and fucking your ass. Disciplining my lovely librarian.”

  Elisa widened her legs, eagerly opening for him. How easy it was now to let him into her, how right he felt lodged deep inside.

  Braden started to pump into her, and Elisa held onto him and enjoyed the ride. The plug fit snugly in her ass, warming her there, an
d Braden filled her from the front. She was whole, complete, and had never felt happier in her life.

  Chapter Twelve

  Elisa watched Braden sleep. He looked so normal, so human sleeping on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms.

  She’d read that level threes didn’t sleep with their women. They commanded their obedience, gave them sexual pleasure and then left.

  Braden stayed and slept. He even snored a little.

  Elisa wanted him with a fierceness that scared her. Not just for sex—for always. She wanted to get to know him, to find out everything about him, to look forward to coming home to him, to sleep curled together with him every night.

  She had the feeling Braden would never tell her everything about him. He hid his true self behind his jokes and smiles and sex play, the real Braden lurking only in the dark depths of his eyes.

  What was there? What made Braden who he was, unique from other Shareem?

  Elisa slid out of bed quietly so she wouldn’t wake him, left the room and made her way to her office.

  She keyed up her terminal and used her library codes to override various blocks around the information she wanted. She pulled up everything on Shareem and filtered out various things until she had a string of information on the Shareem called Braden.

  He was a level three. Born in incubator number 73. Accelerated growth had given him an adult body in only thirteen years, the next five honed it to what it looked like now. Growth over the next ten years had slowed almost to a halt.

  Physical exercise regimens, satisfactory. Sexual performance, excellent. Obedience to authority, highly unsatisfactory.

  That Braden hated doing what he was told came as no surprise to Elisa.

  She read on. He resists taking the inoculations to the point that shock rods are necessary. More than once, he’s had to be subdued with severe shocking before he would take the needle. No permanent damage was done to his nervous system.

  Goddess help her. They’d beaten and shocked Braden to get him to hold out his arm for shots, and they worried only that they’d caused permanent damage. Permanent damage, meaning they’d caused some temporary.