Page 59 of The Pleasure Contract

I’d barely turned around – hadn’t even gotten the words out to ask him – he was just there. Right there. Ready to swoop in and lift me up onto the thing.

I let out a little yelp and scoot back into the plush of the seating. Az leans down, gripping onto golden rails on either side of my hips that I hadn’t noticed before. “You say no, and we stop, little Lois. You understand that, don’t you?”

I nod my head, but he doesn’t seem satisfied. Searching the room, Az briefly disappears, only to come back and hand me a small item with a single button on it.

“This piece of tech will send a shock through me to disable me,” he says, putting on a neuro-patch with a blinking light. “Use it if I get carried away.”

Playfully, I sit back and hover my finger over the ‘Az off switch’ he’s just handed me.

“Lois,” he growls, his tone so commanding, it sends shooting-stars of desire down my spine.

I quit my teasing and place the button on a nearby convenient table surface attached to the side of the breeding bench. What was that even put there for? For somewhere to put your coffee down while you’re getting railed into next Tuesday on the other side of the curtain?

Chuckling, Az pulls the curtains shut from the golden frame over my midriff, cutting himself off from my view. “Please at least try telling me no before you decide to electrocute me, little female.”

Resting up on my elbows, I lift one side of the curtain, peering through at him. “Electrocute?! Maybe we shouldn’t-”

Grunting, Az tugs the curtain back into place. “It would be totally worth it. Now, do I have your consent to-”

He doesn’t finish that sentence, only gently lifts one of my legs, adjusting the rest to a more comfortable position before draping my leg over it and doing the same to the other.

I can feel the silk of my dress fall away from my legs with nothing but gravity helping it. Suddenly, I realize just how handy those giant slits in Xaviann skirts truly are. Then, there’s the cool leather of the straps around my thigh. I can hear Az’s breathing pick up as he’s tightening the buckle that keeps me in place, restricting my movements. I hold my own breath, waiting for what’s next.

Will he smooth his hands down my thighs? Will he rip my underwear off, or merely pull it to the side?

All I can see is that heavy burgundy curtain.

And I can’t feel anything.

Where is he?

What is he going to d-

But then I do feel something.

I feel hot breath.

I groan because now I can picture what he’s doing – where he is.

“Az?”

“You have no idea how much I want a taste,” he murmurs, and I can feel each word against my still-covered pussy. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this desperate for anything in all my life, Lois.”

“God,” I squirm. “Then why are you making us both wait?”

He huffs, and I feel it right between my legs.

But instead of starting, the bastard decides to tease us both further.

“May I have this cunt?” he asks, lightly brushing a single fang gently up and down my inner left thigh, occasionally licking his way along, too.

“Yes,” I pant.

“May I lick it?”

Oh, God, I’m going to die from being too fucking horny. “Az,” I whine, lifting my hips, inviting him to just fucking start already.

Suddenly, a strong arm bands across my hips, keeping me still. “Ah, ah,” he says, chastising me. Somehow, the gentle graze of his horn against my inner right thigh is doing things for me. “You need to be good and stay still for me, Lois, remember?”