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In the darkness, Trove’s three sharp eyes moved, and she thought that maybe she could see the outline of his body shifting his weight. She heard rather than saw him removing his clothes. The whisper of fabric sliding across skin, then the flop of it hitting the ground. The harder thunks of his shoes, then the chinking of his jewelry.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, and she dug her fingers into her thighs. Mentally planting them there so that they wouldn’t try to reach for him.

There was a brief moment of stillness, then-

“Close your eyes,” he ordered.

Chee didn’t hesitate. Her lids swept down, sealing her in darkness. There was nothing to hear but the soft hum of electricity in the manor and hard pounding of her own heart beat in her chest, so hard she could swear she felt it knocking against her sternum.

“Good,” he whispered, so soft and distant, it was like an illusion.

She didn’t hear him walking. She didn’t hear him moving closer. She just suddenly felt his hand on her chin, tilting her head up for him, his thumb running along her lower lip.

“I am going to use you,” he said, his voice like spiced honey in her ears. “I am going to take my pleasure from you, and you are not going to move, understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her belly tightening in anticipation. Every nerve singing with joy. She wanted nothing more in that moment, not even her own pleasure.

“Please,” she begged, fingers shaking with the force she used to grasp her own thighs.

Chapter 35

Trove

His cock was still hurting. It throbbed so painfully it made him grit his teeth. Freed now from the confinements of his clothes, it stood straight in the air, standing tall and proud and unmanageable. He couldn’t get it to go down. It felt like it might never soften again. An irony, considering how long he’d considered it broken completely.

Chee, soft and sweet, could not possibly be a threat to him now. Down on her knees, hands on her thighs, eyes closed, she was helpless and vulnerable.

So, why was he so uneasy? So nervous? Like he was doing something he wasn’t meant to do. He was not worthy of this, of her. He was weak and pathetic and his only purpose was to service females, not have them service him.

But he pushed past that feeling, forcing it out and silencing it as much as he could. Those thoughts didn’t belong to him. He would overcome this. He would enjoy her. Just as she gave him the privilege of seeing to her pleasure, he would give her that same joy in return.

She was so beautiful. Kneeling before him. Waiting for him. Trusting in him. She wasn’t afraid of his touch at all. She didn’t fear his command. She would do anything he told her to, and she would smile at him gratefully for the chance.

Even now, when he did not promise her pleasure, he still had control.

Somehow, wearing her silver shoes and still draped in jewels, she looked more naked than when she was fully bare. He reached up and, with a few quick movements of his fingers, freed her hair from its confining bun. The frizzy waves immediately burst free, an explosion of golden red strands that immediately filled his hands.

He buried his fingers into her hair, holding onto her scalp with both hands. He tilted her head back and, by consequence, her lips parted. They shined, glossy and plump, even in the low light coming through the window.

“You are so beautiful,” he praised, breathing the words in wonder.

She smiled, but her eyes remained closed, and except where he moved her, she remained still. She was so sweet and obedient.

He trusted her.

“Open your mouth,” he said, a tingle going down his spine, turning into a flame that ached in his balls, up his shaft, turning into a burning bead of precum at his tip.

She did as she was told, her tongue resting there against her lower lip. That little mouth – he was going to fuck it. And he forced down the immediate thought that he shouldn’t, that he had no right, that she would get no pleasure from him for that.

“This is not about you,” he said, as much to her as himself. “I will fuck your face until I come. You will stay there and you will take it. Understand?”

“Yes,” she said, mouth immediately opening again after she spoke.

“Good,” he let out a shuddered breath of excitement and nerves, his cock twitching. He hesitated only a moment longer. “If it’s too much for you, pat my thigh, okay?”

She smiled. Like she couldn’t resist. Then hummed in agreement as her mouth opened back again. He wouldn’t run off if she touched him, but he would know to stop when she was unable to speak. When he had his cock in her throat. When he was fucking her face until she sputtered and gagged. This was about his pleasure, but that would never come at the risk of her safety.

There was nothing else to be said. But he didn't just shove his shaft past her waiting lips. Though he was sorely tempted. He wondered how good it would feel to have that hot, sweet mouth closing around his head. Sucking gently.