“Brace? Can I come in, please? I have breakfast for you.”
Shawny’s plea went right to Brace’s heart. Part of him wanted to make her suffer a
little, but the truth was he missed her as much as she seemed to be missing him.
Besides, what had she done wrong except offer hospitality to a guest?
And not just any guest, either.
It was Rowan, his oldest friend, the one man whom he would trust with his life, or
Shawny’s for that matter.
So why was he so upset about Shawny cooking for him?
Maybe she was right. Maybe he was showing off a little, letting Rowan know that Shawny
was his woman.
Hell, there had always been a competition between them, mostly friendly.
Occasionally it got ugly.
Like the incident with Kiley. They never had talked about that one, had they?
Guys didn’t talk, though, too touchy-feely.
Sooner or later Shawny would want to know the history and he would tell her, but not
today.
Right now it was time to play.
“Yes, you may come in,” he said imperiously, his voice emotionless as he reclined like
a king in their bed.
The knob turned and the door opened. Brace took only a mere glance at the vision in
his doorway, the contrite beauty holding a tray of delicious smelling food.
“Go ahead and put it on the dresser,” he told her, forcing a neutral tone. “Then I
want you to stand in the middle of the room, hands at your sides.”
Shawny did so, absolutely graceful and sexy as hell.
“Do you have something to say for yourself?”
“Yes, I am sorry if I hurt your feelings, I was just trying to smooth over an awkward
situation.”
“And I’m sorry for storming off. I just didn’t want to share you right then.”
“Oh, Brace, I didn’t want that either,” she said taking a step towards him.
“Did I say you could move?”
She froze, her eyes limpid pools.
“You seem to have a problem obeying today.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
Brace snapped his fingers, playing the part of master to a tee. “Strip, slave girl.”
Shawny’s breathing quickened. Her eyes hot on his she took off her clothes, pulling
down the shorts and pulling the tee shirt over her head.
“Leave the thong.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Shawny returned to position, her back straight her delicious breasts thrust out.
“Your nipples are hard,” he observed.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You are aroused.”
“I am.”
“You want to submit.”
“Yes…”
“Touch yourself, touch your breasts.”
Shawny moaned.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She arched her neck, sucking in her flat belly. Brace’s cock was hard as a rock. He
would be feeling her lips on it soon enough.
“Feel between your legs.”
Her slender finger tips caressed her pussy lips. They were swollen and glistening.
“Taste them,” he commanded. “Taste your submission.”
Shawny licked and sucked, her eyes on fire.
“Now look what you’ve done.” He feigned displeasure. “My cock is very, very hard.
We need to do something about that, don’t we?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Come here, slave.”
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