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It was the first time he’d called her that and she’d swear a wave of awe spilled through her at his words. He kissed her forehead.
“Undo your dress and bare your breasts for me. You will like this.” He winked. “Apart from the mild embarrassment.”
Mild? In front of these strangers? Nevertheless, at his warm encouragement, she undid each tiny button. With her teeth lodged in her lower lip, trembling, she watched as he gently scooped her breasts from where they hid.
“These are what we call our love bites.”
On his palm was a heap of small silver items. Jewelry or pendants, she thought at first. Each represented an animal and she spotted fluffy tails, fangs, horns, and little creatures with paws or hooves. Each of these had a short chain that attached to a set of jaws with a spring-laden hinge. They were designed to open like a paper holder with blunt short teeth.
“For?” she ventured.
“Decorating you.” His wink was mischievous, and she’d come to know his mischief well. “Sit up straight for me.” His hand was beneath her breast, pushing it upward, while he tucked most of the other ornaments into a pocket.
As if she wasn’t straight. As his hand neared her with one of the creature ornaments, she braced herself. It would hurt, but from experience with his teeth, these would cause other sensations—once she let the pain settle.
At the bite below her nipple, she squeaked, though she held the noise in, aware of how the mauleons were riveted to this show Drake made of her.
She was an exhibit, a demonstration of his dominance over his princess. Then she gave a muffled yelp as her other nipple was treated to a near-miss bite.
An exhibit of Drake’s dominance over her, yes, but she was also a pleasure exhibit, a sexual prize. Lust seethed in the eyes of the watchers.
It dismayed her how much she enjoyed this voyeurism. Had Drake corrupted her?
Perhaps.
Life was for living—she knew this now. Before Drake she was a nobody, a nothing girl, in spite of her Dywin genetics.
“You liked that,” he said softly, before helping her to her feet. “Say yes.”
They walked toward the right-hand, top two chairs at the table’s end, below the dais.
“Mmm,” she murmured, a little breathless. “I did, yes. Before you, I was never this—”
“Bad? Naughty? Insatiable?” He paused to pull out a chair for her, the slightly lower one of the two. “Fuckable?”
Calli blushed instantly. She felt the heat as she sat. Her next tutor would be an expert in how not to blush.
Before she saw his intent, he’d leaned in and kissed where the ornaments swung below her nipples. She shut her eyes, shuddering. The spiky stubble of his jaw brushing her breast, the wet tongue, his lips over her. She almost moaned and had to drag herself back to the reality of the room.
“I will be moving those around and attaching more. Even below.” He sat beside her and his hand slipped between her legs. “By the time I get you on that bed, you will be begging me to fuck you, my princess.”
Her eyes seemed locked open by his words.
Whimpering before these mauleons would not be queen-like. She held it in. Making love on that bed would not be queen-like either. Already she dreaded leaving a wet patch on her chair.
Why had he waited so long before having this ceremony? Because before this she might not have kneeled or allowed him such liberties with her body? Whereas now, she was embarrassed, yes, but the clamps were doing such interesting things to her. Heat simmered from them. The sharp pain had gone. Nice, horrible, bite-y things that they were.
If he added more, my gods.
She wanted more.
Looking down at the two animal ornaments hanging from her breasts, she was amazed that she’d allowed this.
“We need another on you. Or two.” Drake pinched her at the outer edge of one nipple, and applied a catlike ornament, then another on the opposite breast to match. He tugged once on all four of them. While she was still assimilating the new pains, panting through her teeth, he scooped something from his plate and held it to her lips. She ate automatically.
A delicate morsel—what it was she didn’t know, but she swallowed it then wine and more food. The voices and conversations of the others here had become a hum she could ignore.
His hand lay between her thighs again.
