Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“I…I…” Lucy said and then she glanced at the viewscreen again and the waiting face of Twa’linda. “I mean, of course you can,” she said, trying not to sound flustered. “You always do, after all. I mean, that’s part of having a manservant, right?” she added, looking at Twa’linda. “Letting them, um…”
“Letting me pleasure you,” T’zaren growled softly. He looked up at her and then glanced at the viewscreen, where Twa’linda was watching with apparent interest. “But my Dom’mesque does not allow me to such her sweet nipples bare unless I have earned it,” he added. “Isn’t that right, my Lady Lucille?” He looked up at Lucy again.
“Oh, uh right,” Lucy said. Her heart was pounding and she didn’t have the faintest idea where he was going with this.
“Which is why I must do this…”
Slowly he re-buttoned her blouse, though he left her bra open, so that the outlines of her nipples were clear against the thin white silk.
“T’zaren…” Lucy asked in a shaky voice. “What…what are you doing?”
“This, my Lady,” he growled softly, and then he sucked her left nipple deep into his hot mouth.
“Oh!” Lucy moaned—she couldn’t help herself. Though her blouse was between his mouth and her nipple, she could still clearly feel his tongue tracing her tight tip through the thin silk. At the same time, he cupped her right breast in his big hand, slowly teasing her other nipple with his thumb.
Sparks flew through Lucy, making her arch her back helplessly. She found herself wanting more—wishing the silk blouse wasn’t separating them. At the same time, though, she knew this was wrong. They were going too far—it was too much. Wasn’t it?
T’zaren didn’t seem to think so. He released her left nipple and moved to her right, sucking it through her blouse as well.
Looking down, Lucy could see the wet spot his hot mouth had left. The white silk was practically transparent there, clearly showing the tight, aching tip of her nipple pressing against the wet fabric.
“T’zaren…” she whispered, and wasn’t sure what else to say. His mouth on her felt so good—so right—even though she absolutely knew they shouldn’t be doing this… Absently, she found herself running her fingers through his thick, black hair again. She loved the feel of it—springy and coarse and silky all at once.
At her touch, a low, hoarse growl came from T’zaren’s throat and he sucked even harder, winding his long, muscular arms around her waist and pulling her towards him possessively. He was so big and Lucy could feel the tension in his body—the brute strength that could tear her apart if he wished—though at the moment he seemed completely focused on sucking and teasing her aching nipples through her blouse.
“Oh God, T’zaren,” she murmured breathlessly. “That…that feels amazing.”
“It appears that your manservant enjoys pleasuring you even though you have no nectar to give him.” Lady Twa’linda’s voice snapped Lucy back to reality and she realized what she was doing—basically letting her co-worker suck her nipples in front of the client they were supposed to be dealing with. It was completely inappropriate behavior between the two of them, even if Lady Twa’linda did appear to be enjoying the show.
“Um, yes…” Lucy tried to answer with a steady voice as she continued to stroke her fingers through the big Monstrum’s thick, black hair. “Er…T’zaren is extremely, er, affectionate.”
Abruptly, T’zaren pulled away from the nipple he was sucking and looked up at her with blazing golden eyes.
“I just want to serve you and worship your body with my mouth, my S’rentha,” he said hoarsely. “I wish only to pleasure you and feel you coming for me over and over as I bathe your curves with my tongue.”
“Oh…” Lucy whispered. She’d been bragging earlier that she had drama experience and knew what to do, but T’zaren was really playing his part to the hilt. Nobody who could see the two of them now would believe that they had been nothing but bickering coworkers just a few minutes earlier. The big Monstrum really was acting like a devoted manservant who wanted to serve his S’rentha.
“How perfectly lovely!” Lady Twa’linda exclaimed, clapping her hands before Lucy could think what to say. “And just think how very much more he’ll enjoy sucking your breasts once you have some nectar for him! Oh, you must come to supper with me tonight and we’ll see about getting your lovely breasts filled for your excellent manservant—he certainly deserves it.”
“Um, he certainly does.” Lucy nodded and tried to smile but the fact was, her body was on fire and it was getting harder and harder to think. Because T’zaren wasn’t stopping. He was still looking up at her as he ran his tongue around each of her nipples in turn, teasing her sensitive peaks through the wet white silk and sending shivers of pure desire from her breasts straight down to her quivering pussy.