I lean down to skim my nose across her breast, then graze one of her stiff points with my teeth. She gasps at the sensation, her thighs clenching.
“Keep your legs spread, baby,” I say against her skin. “Which brings me to rule number two—obey my commands.” Another one that’s similar to Warren’s, but I’ll never order her to fuck another man—a rule I’ll get to in a minute.
“If something I demand of you makes you uncomfortable, I want you to voice the opinion,” I continue, linking my rule back to the first one. “We’ll discuss your concerns, but I will often tell you to trust me. Sometimes the best pleasure is gained through unfamiliarity.” I pinch her nipple for emphasis, and her back bows off the bed as a gasp leaves her throat. My tongue chases the pain away, laving the bruised peak and giving her the reprieve I know she craves.
She gazes at me through her thick lashes, confused ecstasy illuminating her expression. My poor little bride has no idea how good this can be. She’s spent her whole life learning how to please the elite males of our world. Which is why I’m going to spend the rest of her existence teaching her how to indulge in her own pleasures.
“Rule three.” I nuzzle her breast, then wipe the moisture away from her skin with the silk. “Only my commands matter. No one else can tell you what to do. If anyone tries to break that rule, you tell me immediately.”
I lay my tie on the bed, then wrap my palm around her throat to ensure she can’t break my stare as I hover over her.
“I don’t share, Camilla,” I tell her sternly. “If anyone implies otherwise, they’re lying. And I want to know who it is so I can handle it. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
She swallows, and her pulse thrums beneath the tips of my fingers. “Only your rules matter.” It comes out on a breath, her pupils flaring with a mixture of uncertainty and need.
I’ll address the latter in a moment.
And I’ll address the former now.
“Only my rules matter,” I agree. “And I don’t share,” I repeat. “Warren enjoyed tormenting you with his friends. I’m not him. No one is allowed to touch what is mine. Consider that rule four. Now repeat that so I know you understand.”
“You don’t share,” she whispers.
“So what do you do if someone tells you otherwise?”
She clears her throat, then says, “Tell you.”
“Good girl,” I praise, lowering to brush my lips against hers. “Do you remember Quinn from earlier?”
Unease enters her gaze. “Yes.”
“He’s going to be in charge of your security. So rule five is that if you can’t find me, you go to him. He’ll protect you.”
“Protect me?” she repeats, her brow furrowing.
“Yes. I’ve hired him to be your personal guard. Unless he makes you uncomfortable? Then we can interview other candidates.”
She frowns. “You’re giving me a guard?”
“That goes back to rule one, darling,” I say, running my nose across her cheek to bring my lips to her ear. “I own you. And I protect what’s mine.” I inhale her sweet scent, then draw my mouth downward to her neck, my hand leaving her throat to palm her breast. “Repeat the rules.”
I kiss a path down her throat, my gaze holding hers.
“Now, Camilla. And I’ll reward you.”
She licks her lips, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “Rule one,” she begins, her voice husky. “You own me.”
“Mmm, I do,” I agree and lave her nipple in response. “Next rule.”
“Rule two.” She swallows visibly. “Always obey your commands.”
“Yes.” I nibble her taut peak. “But what else did I say about rule two?”
“To talk to you if something… concerns me.”
“Very good.” I give her nipple a longer lick and release her breast to trail my fingers down her side. “Next?”
“Rule three is that only your commands matter.” She trembles as my fingertips meet her hip bone. “If anyone else tries to… to demand something… I talk to you. Or to Officer Quinn.”
“You’re such a good listener, Camilla,” I murmur before sucking her nipple deep into my mouth.
She cries out in response, her body arching into me as my palm settles between her splayed thighs. I drag my finger through her damp slit, rewarding her for keeping her legs spread this whole time.
“Fourth rule,” I remind her. “What is it?” I want her to say it again, to really drive the point home.
“You don’t share,” she breathes, her eyes falling shut as I slip two fingers into her slick channel.
“Damn right I don’t.” I move to her opposite tit, giving her the same treatment with my mouth while I add a third finger below.
“Oh,” she groans, her body writhing beneath mine.
Warren and his friends never did this.
They always took their own pleasure while forgetting all about my little bride. I intend to make it all up to her with my touch and my tongue.
“Last rule,” I whisper. “Tell me.”
“If… if I can’t find you… go to Quinn,” she pants, her pussy tightening around my fingers.
“So good,” I tell her, pleased with her acquiescence. She more than earned her reward, and I’m not going to delay it.
I lick a path downward to the apex between her thighs, my lips sealing around her clit without warning.
She yelps in surprise, then releases the most delicious sound of gratification. I use my tongue to inspire her to make it again… and again… until she’s a puddle of need beneath me.
“Master Kaiden,” she whispers, her voice holding a plea that goes right to my balls. But it’s her little tell—the way she says my name—that makes me nearly come from her words alone.
“Fuck, Camilla,” I reply, utterly gone for this
