Page 25 of Pyne

I shake my head, my grip on her tightening. “We’ll find a way, Becca. I won’t rest until you’re free, until we can be together. Even if I have to spend every last credit I have, call in every favor I’m owed… I’ll make it happen. I swear it.”

She smiles. It’s a small, tremulous thing that makes my heart ache. “I believe you, Pyne. I do. But right now, in this moment… can we just be? Just you and me, and nothing else?”

I nod, drawing her back into my arms. “Yes, sugarplum. Yes.”

The mood suddenly changes. One moment, we were sharing our hopes and dreams and fears, and the next moment Becca’s expression turns heated. Her gaze rakes over my chest and then comes to rest on my lips with all the fiery focus of a predator.

“You need a shower, gladiator. And then… a reward.” The close-lipped smile she flashes me is almost feral.

She strides to the refresher as though she knows I’ll follow. She isn’t wrong. After turning on the water, she pivots toward me, her gaze blatant as she waits. When I don’t jump into action, she cocks an eyebrow and urges, “Don’t keep me waiting, gladiator.”

Although I’m filled with the urge to tease her, there’s not much to work with since I’ve already kicked off my boots and I wear nothing under my loincloth. I unwind the cloth, keeping my gaze pinned on her as it drops to the floor with barely a whisper of noise.

“Now you, baker.” It’s a challenge.

Keeping our gazes locked, her fingers fly as she unbuttons her white chef’s coat and pants, then makes quick work of her undergarments.

“First shower, Pyne, then reward.” She spares no words in telling me exactly what she wants. The way she’s staring at my pulsing cock leaves little doubt as to what reward she has in mind.

I step into the shower and waste no time lathering the soap and rubbing my torso. With a reward waiting, I have no desire to delay.

Becca steps into the shower with her head held high as a queen, then grips my wrist and orders, “Slow down. That’s my job.”

With the force she uses to press my front against the cool, blue tile, you’d think she was the gladiator and I the baker. She even dares to move my hands just where she wants them—palms at head height, pressed against the wall.

“Now, let’s get you clean, ace of the arena.”

Her small, soapy hands glide along my skin, staying within the boundaries between my shoulders and waist. My hands ball into fists as I use all my self-control not to pivot, grip her wrists, step her backward to the other side of the shower, and slide my cock into her wet heat.

Instead, I let my muscles go lax and let my baker take control. She’s being very thorough now, making sure to clean under my arms and down my hips and calves and from the base to the tip of my tail.

“Get to the good parts, Becca,” I hiss.

Before the last word is out of my mouth, she reaches around my tail and between my spread legs and soaps my balls.

“Is this a good part, Pyne?” She’s lifted onto tiptoe so she can murmur into my ear, then settles back onto her soles to wash my balls as though she’s on a mission. She rolls them in her palm, then tugs lightly until I reward her with a low moan.

“Yess. Good.”

Two can play at my female’s game. I lift my tail, which is basically one thick, tapering muscle. Pressing up between herlegs, I push with just the right pressure to tease her most intimate spaces. When her hands stutter as though she forgot what she was doing to me as she presses down to ride my tail, I realize it wasn’t the right pressure. My human likes it hard.

She must realize she’s lost her focus because she steps over my tail so she’s no longer straddling it, then resumes fondling my heavy balls.

“Or maybe this is the part you were talking about?” She reaches around my hip and grips my steel-hard rod with her soapy fingers.

“Drack!Becca that feels…” I suck air in through my teeth. “So good.”

“Oh? This? This feels good?”

Her grip is soft as she explores me, base to tip and back again. My cheek is pressed against the slippery tile and the only part of us that’s touching is her small hand on my rock-hard cock, yet her touch is so sensual I wonder if I’m going to shoot my load before I lay a hand on her.

“How aboutthis, gladiator?”

She circles thumb and forefinger under my crown and fondles me in tiny motions, barely moving. I’m already in heaven, moaning, then clamping my teeth together to help control my urge to come.

She presses herself closer, her hard nipples sliding up and down my soapy back as she pumps my shaft.

“Stop. Before I come.”

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