Vendeen
reached towards her. Raven instinctively
tried to cringe, but her body remained still.
He surprised her by not grabbing anything intimate. He didn’t even touch her breasts. Instead, the big man brushed her long, black
curls back from her face. He gazed at
her, his face going unexpectedly soft.
“Have
you ever seen such big, blue eyes, Daagiis?” he asked in a quiet voice. “They are amazing with that black hair.”
“She is
an astounding beauty,” the facechanger agreed.
“The loveliest part of it is that I don’t believe she recognizes just
how stunning she is.”
Vendeen
regarded Raven with a quizzical smile.
“How can you not know you are beautiful, my servant?”
She
swallowed at the feeling in his voice.
It was as if he didn’t see her as just a slave Daagiis had brought
back. Not an object or tool for use,
whether it be for sexual pleasure or his personal protection. He saw her as a person. A live being.
It was
in the way he stroked her face. It was
in his eyes. Okay, so he was claiming
ownership. He was going to fuck
her. But Vendeen also recognized her.
She
wasn’t sure that it should make her feel better about what was about to happen,
but it did. To know she wasn’t just a
pussy for him to shove his dick into.
Daagiis
was also looking at her with what looked like genuine affection. Raven had the idea he wouldn’t have brought
her to Vendeen if she didn’t mean something to him more than a protector. Again, it didn’t change the fact that he was
getting ready to enjoy her body in a way more carnal than she was actually
ready to offer him, but it made the coming activities not so awful.
“Lovely,”
Vendeen groaned, his touch moving from her face down her throat. His hand surrounded the slender column and
the collar. His palm was warm, and Raven
found herself straining against the order to be still, trying to arch her chin
back to offer her throat.
“I like
seeing you wearing my collar,” he said.
“I like that such a beautiful woman belongs to me.”
Releasing
August
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