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)
I loved it so much, in fact, that a couple of times I tried to switch things up and touch Slade first, but he wouldn’t let me.
“No, baby,” he said firmly, pushing my hands away when I reached for him. “Don’t you remember our Binding vows? Your pleasure comes first, always.”
I looked up at him uncertainly.
“But I mean, would it really hurt if you came first once in a while?”
He shook his head.
“I take my vows very seriously, Princess. Especially since we still have only a Partial-Binding. Breaking any of our vows during such a delicate time could break our Union. Besides…” He smiled down at me and cupped my cheek in one big hand. “I fucking love making you come. It makes me so Goddess-damned hot I can barely stand it.”
I never doubted he was telling the truth because he took every opportunity to taste me. Once we finished our shower he would dry me off and then take me to the bedroom for the stretcher fitting.
Of course, since each of the colorful rods was larger than the last, Slade had to get me ready to take them. He would kneel between my legs and lick me, sliding his tongue deep in my pussy to coat my inner walls with his compounds. This helped me stretch as, every day, he inserted a larger rod.
In addition to the stretchers, he had also bought me a special harness to wear under my clothes that kept the rods in place inside me. I was required to wear them all day, every day, with only a few breaks for personal business, after which Slade would slide that day’s stretcher back into my pussy and secure it in place.
At first it was difficult to get used to having something so big and thick inside me, but the rods were made of flexible material that bent with me when I moved, so it wasn’t too bad.
After the rod placement, it was time for breakfast. Slade was, surprisingly, a pretty good cook.
“My Mom taught me,” he said, when I asked where he had learned.
He was slowly teaching me all of the new ingredients and how to use them. I found I liked Rigelian cuisine, though it was quite different from the bland flavors of L’Crist that I was used to. My favorite thing to eat was still the exotic fruit that grew on the miniature All-Fruit tree in the cabinet. Every day there were new ones to choose from and almost all of them were delicious.
After breakfast, we would lounge around the house watching vids or reading books. Back on L’Crist our reading material had been quite limited because anything even remotely spicy was banned. Even a book in which the main characters kissed was considered right on the edge of what was proper.
But Slade had access to a virtual library that contained millions of books—and many of them were much more explicit than what I was used to. I enjoyed them immensely and soon became an expert at finding exactly what I wanted. It made me blush to read the spicy content, but I loved it all the same.
We often went out for either lunch or dinner and Slade would take me shopping anytime I asked. Even though I already had a lot of new clothes, he seemed to love buying me more. He loved buying me jewelry, too. When he found out that it was a human custom for a man to give his fiancée an engagement ring before they married, he took me out to pick one.
“Pick any one you want, baby,” he told me, gesturing at the bewildering display of rings, each topped with a different exotic jewel. “The bigger the better—I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
I chose a light green-blue Lyrian diamond set in a gold and platinum band. Slade approved of my choice. He even got on one knee to put it on my finger—I found out later he had been researching customs from the Dying Earth to impress me.
I have to admit, I was impressed by my Brute husband. Slade was considerate and protective and extremely possessive. I always felt safe when I was out with him because I knew he would kill to protect me. That wasn’t something I could say for any other man I’d ever met—except possibly my father.
When we got home at night after going to dinner, Slade would give me a bath. Sometimes he would wash my hair but mostly he just scrubbed and lathered my body. He loved touching me and bringing me pleasure. Afterwards he would dry me off and give me a massage.
I confess, I began to feel like we really belonged together. I had never met a more considerate man or one more invested in keeping me safe and happy. In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I ought to stay with the big Brute, even after the six months was up.