It didn’t take long for me to realize that Luther was using me as his exclusive sex toy and considered it cheating or a betrayal for me to even entertain laying with another man. Under different circumstances, his shock at finding out Roman had bought me for a Royal Treatment would have been comical. My master hadn’t wanted another male’s cock anywhere near me, and yet today, I was going to ride the mother of them all.
I opened the door to the private suite and held it for my ‘client’ to come in. My inner walls involuntarily contracted as I watched his massive frame walk in, remembering the humongous, rock hard length of his cock as I’d rubbed him over his pants. A part of me wanted to run for the hills at the thought of taking that tree trunk inside of me. And yet, to my dying shame, a part of me tingled with anticipation. Despite my body’s natural disposition to stretch and adapt, it would certainly hurt a bit, but then, it would be glorious... I hoped. My gut told me Krygor would be a passionate and generous lover.
And I had a boastful claim to prove.
His gaze roamed over the large room which possessed a gigantic bed, large enough to comfortably accommodate three huge Braxians like him. A massage table—which could convert into a spanking or bondage bench—occupied the right corner of the room. Next to it, hidden doors opened onto shelves and racks holding a variety of sex toys and light BDSM paraphernalia. Bacchus, thankfully, didn’t cater to the more hardcore kinks that some more specialized venues did. An imposing hot tub sat on the opposite side of the room, surrounded by holographic walls that could simulate any environment we wished to be in.
“Bacchus Program Hope Giant,” I said out loud, as Krygor’s gaze turned back to me.
The pale-colored room took on darker shades with a dominance of earth colors, dark greys, black, and burgundy—the Braxians’ favorite colors. I’d programmed it as soon as Roman had told me there was a high probability he would get me one of those giants. I’d been apprehensive as most of them had the reputation of being complete assholes to women. But with Krygor, clearly the Goddess had been watching over me. He gave me an approving smile, appearing even a little impressed—although, with his fearsome face, his smile looked like he was already relishing the taste of an enemy’s bones as they crunched between his teeth.
His black t-shirt hugged every curve of his bulging muscles like a possessive lover, making my mouth water. I hadn’t expected to be attracted to the male Roman would give me, and I wouldn’t quite label what Krygor stirred within me that way. But the raw power emanating from him, the animal energy surrounding him, the hungry predatory look with which his dark eyes undressed me, and that godly body of his all did strange things to me. I wanted to caress every curve and crease of his massive muscles, as well as lick every single one of his bulging veins.
Marching up to him with my most seductive strut, I took his hand and rose to my tippy toes to nip at his lips again. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he possessively drew me against him, his chest vibrating with an approving purr. Krygor leaned down to claim my mouth with a dominant way that had my toes curling. I love the controlled way his free hand fisted my hair at my nape, tightly enough to give it a gentle sting and assert his dominance, but deliberately restrained not to cause pain. He tilted my head to the side, his commanding tongue invading my mouth. I gladly submitted, my tongue following his lead while savoring the sweet taste of some fruity wine lingering on his breath.
As his calloused hand began exploring my essentially naked body beneath that flimsy excuse of a dress, I moaned and surrendered myself to him. I loved—too much—the rough feel of his well-used hands and the raw maleness of it against my sensitive skin. But I couldn’t let myself indulge in letting him take charge, despite aching to do just that. When he bent me backwards so that his lips could venture down my neck to my chest, I pulled away from him, pushing back against his chest seconds before his lips could close around my erect nipple.
Krygor slightly frowned, pulling back to look at me questioningly.
“You, sir, are far too intoxicating. You’re making me lose my head faster than the finest Dantorian wine,” I said, rubbing my palm over his broad chest. “You’re almost making me forget that I am supposed to give you the Royal Treatment. But you are way too dressed for that.”
Although somewhat displeased to have been interrupted, Krygor grunted a reluctant assent. That I lifted the hem of his skintight shirt with my teeth before slipping my palms underneath it seemed to further meet his approval. Goddess, that man’s body was a work of art. As much as his tight clothes had given a glimpse of his carved muscles, seeing them bare as I lifted his shirt took my breath away. My mouth watered, and I couldn’t resist licking the sharp creases between his abs. Krygor raised his arms to help me free him of his shirt. But when I stopped to swirl my tongue around his left nipple, he all but ripped his shirt off himself.
“Stop teasing me, female,” Krygor growled menacingly.
Chuckling, I peered up at him, feeling no remorse whatsoever. “Sorry,” I whispered with a complete lack of honesty.
Krygor grunted, not fooled in the least. It was odd how instantly comfortable I felt with this terrifying giant of a man. Crouching before him, I opened the magnetic clasps of his pants and lowered them while kissing and nipping at the tender flesh around his groin, deliberately avoiding his erect cock.
By the time Krygor had stepped out of his pants and kicked off his boots, he looked on the verge of either strangling me or tossing me on the bed and fucking me into next week. Taking his hand, I led him to the gigantic bed.
“Normally, I would take you to the massage table, but it was made for far less impressive specimens than you,” I said teasingly.
“I have no need for massages,” Krygor grumbled.
“Yes, you do,” I counted. “You sound quite tense.”
“Because a certain Vaya keeps teasing me,” he retorted with false anger. “Keep this up, and I will not be held responsible for losing control.”
Vaya… How incredibly flattering that I would remind him of that almost mythical creature. I’d never seen one in the flesh. Although real, some cultures considered them as the messenger of the Goddess. Seeing a Vaya was deemed to bring luck, happiness, and prosperity. The beautiful and graceful creature resembled a doe with a snow-white pelt and a long, silver-white mane. Delicate, ivory horns recurved over its head with the tips pointing back up.
Like my black horns used to before they were taken from me.
My throat tightened as it always did whenever thinking of my loss. But now wasn’t the time to let such grim thoughts ruin the moment.
“Apologies,” I repeated with the same mischievous tone, before pushing him onto the bed. He tried to pull me onto it with him, but I swiftly dodge and chuckled again at his frown. “Scoot to the middle,” I ordered while reaching for the bottle of fruit flavored massage oil.
Krygor narrowed his eyes at me. “Someone is being bossy.”
I didn’t miss the underlying warning in his voice. “Someone is merely ensuring your maximum comfort before she finally gets to touch every inch of that godly body of yours,” I deadpanned while climbing onto the bed next to him.
Normally, I should have started massaging his back, but I doubted he would have the patience. And in truth, I doubted I did either. Kneeling by his side, I poured some of the oil in my hand while my gaze roamed with awe over him.