Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Then why hasn’t he Bred you yet? whispered that same little voice. Why is he taking his time with you, going so slow? Why is he being so careful not to hurt or scare you? He said he wanted you under him every night and he’s waited years to claim you, but now he’s taking things easy—not rushing at all because he wants to be sure you’re comfortable. Why would he act like that if he didn’t love you?
I didn’t have an answer for that—nor did I need one, I told myself. I just had to get through this for six months and then I could go home to L’Crist.
But go home and do what? Be my brother’s hostess again? Listen to the nasty rumors that Duke Hornsby would no doubt spread about me as soon as he got his fingers reattached and went back to Court? Gossip with Pansy and help in the kitchen and plan feast days that meant nothing to me because they were always just the same thing over and over?
I pushed those thoughts aside. I was going to go home, I told myself stubbornly. And I wasn’t going to have Slade’s baby.
I was almost sure of that.
36
AURORA
The next few days and nights Slade and I fell into a routine. In the morning we would wake up and he would remove the spreader I was wearing so we could shower together. He enjoyed washing me, rubbing the cleaning lather all over my nude body with his big hands.
He was extremely thorough, too. Sometimes he washed me in places that made me squirm—like the first time he slipped his soapy fingers between the cheeks of my bottom.
“Oh, Slade!” I gasped when I felt him do it.
“Just hold still, baby.” He was facing me and the warm water was raining down from above on both of us. He had one arm wrapped around my waist and he was washing my back with his other hand. Only the hand in question had slipped down and now I felt him probing gently between my cheeks.
“But what…what are you doing?” I exclaimed, wiggling in his arms as I felt his fingertip find my tightly puckered rosebud.
“Washing you,” he growled softly. “I want to wash every single part of your body. And don’t say it’s dirty,” he interrupted as I tried to protest. “Every part of you is beautiful to me, baby. So just relax and let me get you clean.”
Moaning a little, I tried to relax and let him in. I could feel his soapy fingertip probing lightly at my rosebud and then he was sliding inside me, breaching my nether entrance and filling me with his finger which made me squirm.
“There, now isn’t that nice?” Slade murmured, holding my eyes with his as he pumped slowly in and out of me. “Don’t you like to get your little rosebud nice and clean?”
“I…I don’t know,” I panted. For some reason, letting him wash me there was making my pussy feel hot too, even though he wasn’t touching that part of me.
“Yeah, you like it,” Slade rumbled, still holding my eyes with his as he continued to slide his finger deeply into me. “You like getting your soft little ass fucked while I make you all nice and clean.”
“Slade!” I moaned, shifting from foot-to-foot. You’re making me so…so…I need…”
“Need what, baby?” he asked, looking at me intently.
“I need to come, all right?” I burst out at last. I still hated admitting that I needed him to pleasure me but somehow I just couldn’t seem to reach the peak on my own.
One corner of his mouth rose and his golden eyes went lazy with lust.
“Good girl—that’s what I wanted to hear.”
And then he dropped to his knees in the shower, pulled one of my legs over his broad shoulder, and began licking my pussy while he continued to slide his finger in and out of my rosebud.
It didn’t take long for me to come after that. Slade guided me through my orgasm, licking up every last drop of my juices, which he loved. It still amazed me that he enjoyed an act I had been taught to think was dirty. In fact, he seemed almost addicted to it—to me, I guess I should say.
Most of the time when he was finished making me come, I would return the favor. I loved filling my hands with the soapy cleansing foam and stoking his big cock from the head to the knot to make him groan. I have to confess, it gave me a sense of power to make such a huge, muscular Brute weak in the knees with pleasure.
I liked to make him come, too—watching the pearly ropes of his golden seed spurt on his flat belly gave me a wicked thrill. The things we did together were certainly much more scandalous than anything I had heard the married women at Court talk about doing with their husbands. It made me feel like a rebel—an outlaw. I was charting my own sexual course, with Slade’s help, and I kind of loved it.