Page 18 of Kidnapped By the Beast
e couldn’t help thinking.
“Exquisite,” Dr. T’Oo-loo exclaimed with a delighted nod, echoing Brandt’s thoughts. “But you must stimulate her nipples for the best nectar production. Tug and pinch to arouse her. Better still, suck her peaks until they grow tight for you.”
Brandt’s jaw tightened. He still remembered the taste of her, the sweetness that had lingered on his tongue after cleaning away the Bonding Fruit ointment. Doing it again, here, with an audience…
No—it’s too intimate. Too embarrassing for her.
But then Alexandra’s scent hit him—warm, feminine, and unmistakably aroused. His head snapped up, eyes locking with hers. She looked mortified, yet the smell of her sexual desire filled his senses.
She likes this, he realized. Being watched…being commanded. She pretends to be outraged, but her body tells the truth. Having an audience arouses her.
His cock grew thick, straining against the confines of his uniform trousers. He ignored it and reached for her, cupping one breast in his hand. Her nipple tightened instantly under his thumb. He pinched…rolled…tugged.
Alexandra whimpered, shifting against the table as the scent of her need grew even stronger.
“Be still,” he ordered, frowning. “Don’t make me punish you.”
She froze, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
“Um…sorry,” she said in a small voice.
“That’s all right, Alexandra.” Brandt cupped her cheek with his free hand, stroking her silky, heated skin. She was blushing and it made her look even more lovely, he thought. “I know it’s hard to hold still when I give you pleasure or pain,” he murmured. “But you must at least try.”
“I am—I’m trying. I—oh!”
Her last words ended in a shocked exclamation and a moan because he had bent his head to take one stiff peak into his mouth. He sucked hard, pulling small droplets of nectar to the surface. A soft cry broke from her throat—half protest/half plea. He licked her, teased her peak, then moved to the other breast and gave it equal attention—pinching one nipple while sucking the other until she squirmed helplessly.
“Dr. Brandt,” she panted. “Please.”
“Be still!” he said again, his voice sharp. She bit her lip, her lush body quivering, but she obeyed.
Satisfied, he picked up the clamps.
“Deep breath, Alexandra.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Wait—”
The first clamp closed over her left nipple. She gasped, back arching, a flush spreading across her chest. Before she could recover, he affixed the second, the chain dangling delicately between them. He gave it a testing tug. Both nipples peaked harder and her lips parted in a shaky moan.
Brandt couldn’t help admiring her.
Gods. She was stunning like this—blushing…trembling…bound by her own arousal. He tugged the chain again and her entire body shivered. The sight made heat flood through him and a realization struck him.
She thrives on this. When I command her, she blooms. When I push her, she yields. She is aroused when I dominate her.
The thought sent a dark thrill through him…a temptation…a danger.
Another voice whispered low in his mind.
Maybe you just want to see her come undone again…hear her moan your name.
He shut it out, jaw clenched. He was a scientist—a widower. A warrior who had sworn to the Goddess to never again call a bride.
And yet…
He couldn’t stop watching Alexandra. Whether he knew it or not, a seed had been planted.
