Page 43 of My Wild Pet (Whispers from the Imperial Cage #2)

CHAPTER 43

Gabriel

We’re in bed together. The lights have gone out and I’m holding Briar against me. With the damned chastity belts, it’s torture.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“For what?”

“For finding you desirable. For the damn chastity belts. I hate how it chimes when I’m beginning to become aroused.”

“And you’re sorry for that?” she says, as she turns in my arms. I love the feeling of her soft breasts against my chest.

I pull her closer and lean down to kiss her lips slowly, letting her bottom lip linger as I pull away. I know she’s exhausted, she’s mentioned it more than once since we returned to the room. But still I tell her, “I wish I could make love to you, Briar.”

“Even without the chastity belts, I assume we’re being watched,” she says.

“Watched and recorded, no doubt,” I tell her.

She sits up. Her breasts moving with her motions, her nipples hard and I can’t help but kiss one before she moves my head away. “You mean the Grand Championships would record us here and then sell it?”

“Yes.”

“And that doesn’t bother you? You would still want to have sex?”

“If I worried about these aliens watching every second of my life, I would go insane. We are their pets. We have no privacy. Of course, they want to watch us have sex. In the same way they watch us masturbate, eat, go to the bathroom, or interact with each other.”

“Do you think they watched and recorded Aefre putting the chastity belts on?”

“Definitely. We are their entertainment whether we are in that arena competing or here in this hotel room sleeping and everything in between.”

Briar is staring at the ceiling now in a daze.

“If we weren’t wearing these chastity belts, I would slip under the blankets where they can’t see me and lick your pussy until you cried with satisfaction.”

I search her green eyes. She’s imagining it. Good.

I pull the blanket up over our heads in a grand gesture that makes her laugh in surprise. Then I kiss her and let my hands slowly roam her body. Her device makes a sound now too. And we both smile.

Elle est à moi. She’s all mine, no matter what happens to our physical bodies.