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Addison knew this because she’d accidentally walked in on her boss in his private bathroom, when he was taking a shower. He liked to run through the streets of downtown Tampa every day before work and then he took a shower in his private bathroom at the office before the workday started. Luckily, he hadn’t seen Addison when she came blundering in, looking for a Kleenex, and the sound of the rushing water had covered her surprised gasp when she saw the size of his equipment.
Commander Courick had a shaft that would put any porn star to shame. It had only been semi-erect when Addison saw it—he’d been soaping himself with one big hand cupped loosely around the thick length—but it was still bigger than anything she’d ever seen on a human man.
She’d stood there watching for a long moment, her mouth hanging open as she watched the rivulets of water sluice down his broad chest and chiseled abdomen.
His thick black hair had been slicked back and his huge, muscular body had been on full display through the clear glass wall of the shower stall. His long legs were extremely muscular—he even had that little ridge of muscle on either side of his pelvis that made a V shape. Addison wondered what it would be like to trace that with her tongue…
Then she’d realized what she was doing—openly ogling her boss, who might open his eyes and see her at any moment. She’d scurried quietly out of his private bathroom, closing the door as silently as possible behind her, but she’d been unable to get the sight out of her mind ever since.
There was one detail in particular that had fascinated her—at the base of his shaft, Commander Courick had a thick swelling as big as her fist. Addison had asked around, speaking to some of the girls she knew who were mated to Beast Kindred, and found out that was his “Mating Fist” also sometimes called a “Bonding Knot.” Apparently it was supposed to slip into a woman’s pussy and swell to tie her and her Kindred together to help them form the Soul Bond every Kindred warrior had with his mate.
Addison had no idea how anything that big could ever fit inside her, but she had dreamed of it just the same—dreamed of having her big, stern boss take her over his desk, sliding his thickness to the hilt in her trembling pussy as she moaned and submitted fully--trying to be open enough to take him.
But those weren’t the only fantasies she had of the big Kindred. Because Addison didn’t just want a quick fuck—no matter how hot that might be. She wanted a Dom, because she herself was a natural submissive. But not just any Dom—aDaddyDom. A man who would take care of her and be sweet to her—who would brush her hair and cuddle her and comfort her when she had nightmares at night. And despite Commander Courick’s grouchy exterior, shethoughthe had the potential to be one.
The thing that made her think that was an incident which had happened just last week. Addison had been trying to reach a book on a high shelf—it was one of the Kindred/Human Relations rules and regulations manuals which had been printed mainly for display—and it was on the top shelf of the library room.
She’d needed it to show the rules of the Claiming Period to a prospective human bride who was nervous about going to the Mother Ship with the Kindred Warrior who had Claimed her. But try as she might, though she balanced at the top of the tall stepstool, she couldn’tquitereach it.
Addison had gritted her teeth—it was soinconvenientto be short sometimes! Climbing down, she fetched a thick book from a lower shelf and then another. She piled these on top of each other on the top of the stool and climbed up again.
Standing on her tiptoes on the two books, she reached for the book again…only to find herself overbalancing as the books slipped out from under her.
She barely had time to scream and then she was falling…right into a pair of long, muscular arms.
Addison hadn’t even known who caught her at first. She’d simply thrown her arms around his neck and pressed her face to the side of his throat gasping,
“Oh my God!” out of instinct.
Strong arms held her close to his broad chest and Addison had time to realize that her rescuer smelledreallygood. Like cedar and spice and some kind of rich, masculine musk. Then she looked up and saw Commander Courick looking down at her with an expression of concern.
“Addison? Are you all right?” He asked, sounding genuinely worried about her.
It was one of the few times he’d ever called her anything but “Ms. Davis” and Addison wanted to savor it.
“I…I think so.” She pressed her face to his chest, nuzzling against him. “I…I almost fell. I mean, Ididfall—thank you for catching me!”
“It’s lucky that I happened to be passing by the library at just the right time,” he rumbled.
His arms felt so good around her—so warm and safe. Addison couldn’t help wishing he would hold her forever.
“Yes…reallylucky,” she murmured.
“I can see why you nearly fell,” he went on. “What in the world were you trying to reach? And why did you pile all these books on the stepstool—that’sveryunsafe.”
Addison sighed. Most of the time she liked it when he lectured or corrected her—but it was even nicer to be held in his muscular arms and cradled to his broad chest like a sub being held by her big, strong Dom. She wished he would just be quiet and cuddle her. However, the golden moment couldn’t last. Her boss set her gently on her feet and frowned down at her.
“Well?” He asked.
“I wastryingto reach the Rules and Regulations book,” she explained, looking up at him. “There’s a girl who doesn’t want to be Claimed—she’s demanding to see the rules before she’ll go up to the Mother Ship with the warrior who’s calling her as his bride.”
“All right—here.” He walked to the shelf and plucked the book off the shelf without even having to reach very far. He handed it to Addison, who had to wrap both arms around it—it was a thick and massive volume andextremelyheavy.
Commander Courick frowned at her.
“Are you strong enough to carry that? You’re such a tiny little thing.”
Addison lifted her chin.
