Page 109 of Claimed By Blood

He snorts. “Princess, you wouldn’t even ask that question if you knew how jealous I am of Finn and Draven.”

He’s jealous?

“It comes with trust,” I whisper. “On both sides.”

“Oh, I figured that out a while ago,” he admits. “That’s why I want it so much. There’s nothing on this planet as precious to a beta as someone who trusts us to keep them safe.”

That makes me smile and gives me the boldness necessary for me to make my next confession.

“I want to explore this, but I might… I might not like it. I’ll tell you if it becomes a problem.” Right now, I’m turned on just from his words, but I’m not stupid enough to assume I’ll stay that way. “If I try this, and I never want to do it again, then we won’t.”

Vane nods, then quirks one eyebrow. “Naturally. We won’t do anything if you dislike it. But if you’re willing to give me a chance, take off the towel and get on your knees.”

I can tell from his tone that this is a test, so I slowly unhook the fabric from around my chest and allow it to fall away. My knees hit the cold wood floor with a quiet thud, and I look up at him through my lashes, wondering what comes next.

“I’m not like Gid,” he repeats. “You can brat as hard as you want. I look forward to it. Just know, I’ll be keeping count.”

I nod, and he tuts, taking a step forward. His fingers trace along my hairline before weaving into my wet locks and tugging sharply. This time, when he talks, his voice has dropped several octaves, and I can see the erection tenting the soft fabric of his sweatpants. It’s like being with a different man, and a shiver runs down my spine as I wonder just how much of himself he’s been holding back.

“When I give an order, you say ‘yes, Vane’. I’d have you call me sir, but you’ve got so many thralls that I’d rather know you remember which one you’re talking to.”

“Yes, Vane,” I reply.

“And you look at the floor when I tell you to kneel. Hold your breasts up, offer them to me.”

I do, gasping involuntarily as my hands accidentally graze my pebbled nipples on their quest to obey.

“Spread your legs. I want to see the needy little pussy I can smell creaming for me.”

I follow his instructions, but it isn’t enough.

“Wider,” he chastens. “Feet together, knees apart.”

Once he has me how he wants me, he releases my hair and smiles darkly. “Stay.”

With that single, barked out command, he turns around and goes back to the bag.

“Because this is your first time, I’ll give you something to make it better,” he says, drawing out a ‘v’ shaped silicone device with a bulbous ridged end and a circular nub on the other.

It’s unmistakably a sex toy, but not one I’ve ever seen before. I frown at it. Obviously the ridged part must go inside of me, but that would leave the tiny circular piece… directly over my clit.

I swallow, suddenly nervous.

Then he pulls out a riding crop.Where the hell did he get that from?

When he turns around, he’s holding the promise of pleasure in one hand and pain in the other. My own hands dig into my breasts a little harder.

“Thank me,” he prompts.

“Thank you… Vane.” I tack his name on the end as an afterthought, and he shakes his head.

“Gotta learn faster than that, princess.” He presses the ridged end of the silicone toy to my lips. “Suck.”

I part my lips, allowing him to slide it into my mouth inch by inch.

“Don’t think I’m ignoring how slowly you’re obeying,” he notes. “I’ll allow it for now, since you’re new to this, but hesitating without good reason will get you more punishments if you keep it up in the future.”

I don’t answer him. I can’t. My mouth is stuffed full of silicone and he rotates it inside, so that I can trace the ridges on the inside with my tongue. It’s heavier than I thought it would be, and when he lets go, I have to work hard to keep it in my mouth without taking my hands off my aching breasts.

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