Page 29 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #7)

SUNNY

When the attendants carried in “the Chair of Female Pleasure ,” Sunny’s stomach dropped.

It wasn’t a chair made for sitting—not exactly.

It was a low, sturdy frame with short legs and curved armrests.

There was a wide opening in the center of the seat, which was made of some kind of stretchy black cloth.

The Thropp’ians carried it ceremoniously back to the Communal Hut and placed it dead center on a long table, high enough for the whole crowd to get a perfect view.

She swallowed hard.

“Oh my God … they can’t be serious,” she whispered.

Greer stepped up beside her, his bare chest and shoulders glistening with water and his long hair still damp. He had on only his tight black leather trousers and boots and he was studying the contraption thoughtfully.

“They’re serious, alright,” he said grimly. “ I’ve seen something like this on Yonnie Six —it’s a Queening chair.”

Sunny frowned.

“A what?”

A Queening chair. The woman sits on it and receives oral pleasure.”

She felt her face getting hot.

“You mean—you’d have to?—”

“Lay down beneath it with my face under you,” Greer confirmed. His voice was low, meant only for her and his eyes were heavy-lidded. “ They want to see me pleasure you, baby. They want to watch me lick your soft little pussy.”

Sunny’s cheeks burned.

“But…how do you feel about that? I mean my ex, Bernard , he wouldn’t even go near me that way. He said it was, um, unhygienic .”

The old shame curled in her belly, dark and mean. She felt dirty and humiliated—just the way Bernard had always made her feel when she’d suggested they “try something new.”

“Are you sure you don’t feel the same way?” she asked Greer timidly.

His pale gaze pinned her.

“Sunny,” he rumbled, “ Don’t you know there’s nothing I want more than to taste you? Kindred are made to taste their women—we have a biological need to do it.” His hand cupped her cheek as he looked down, holding her eyes with his own. “ It will be my pleasure to eat your sweet little pussy.”

Sunny nibbled her lower lip.

“Really? I mean, really and truly, Greer ?”

She’d heard from other women on the Mother Ship who were mated to Kindred that the big Warriors loved going down on their mates, but she’d always thought it must be some kind of exaggeration.

After the way Bernard had treated her—the look of disgust in his eyes when she’d asked him to kiss her there —it was hard to believe a man would actually want to do it.

But Greer nodded firmly.

“The only thing I don’t like is that this is happening in public. But since we have no choice, well…” He shrugged, letting the sentence hang.

The vice that had been tight around Sunny’s heart eased considerably.

“So you really don’t mind?” she asked, one more time just to be sure.

Greer’s pale eyes went lazy with lust.

“Baby, didn’t I tell you I’ve been wanting to taste you from the first time I met you? Remember that first ‘date’ we had when we walked and talked together and you brought me to my knees, vowing my Oath to protect you? I would have done it right then if I’d thought you would let me.”

“Oh, my!” Sunny felt her cheeks getting hot again. “ But we’d just met each other, Greer !”

“Doesn’t matter,” he growled, his face growing dark. “ I wanted you, right from the start. I just knew I could never have you.”

“Why not?” Sunny asked, arching an eyebrow at him. “ I mean, what makes you think?—”

“It is time! Our lovely lady with the big milk-makers shall sit upon The Chair of Female Pleasure and allow the winner of our contest—who is now her owner—to taste her treasures!”

It was the voice of Chief Lowhung , interrupting them at the very worst time, Sunny thought.

She couldn’t believe that Greer had been wanting her all this time!

But why would he think he couldn’t have her?

He absolutely could . After the last day and a half, she wanted him more than ever.

She just wished she could tell him so, but they were being herded towards the table with the Queening Chair on it.

At the last minute, Greer leaned down to murmur in her ear,

“Be a good girl and spread that little pussy for me, baby. Can’t wait to taste your sweet juices right from the source.”

Sunny put her hands to her burning cheeks. Her heart was pounding and her body felt hot and cold all over. She was wearing nothing but the grass skirt again and her bare breasts felt heavy despite the float dots under them—her nipples were tight with anticipation.

“All…all right,” she whispered back. Then the two of them were separated.

The Thropp’ians ushered her forward, gesturing for her to climb onto the table. The crowd pressed in, murmuring in anticipation. Clearly they loved it when someone put on a show for them.

Greer stretched out on the table, beneath the chair’s frame, his broad shoulders filling the space, his head positioned right under the opening in the seat.

Sunny hesitated uncertainly. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let Greer taste her in front of the entire Thropp’ian tribe?

“Come on, little one,” she heard him rumble. “ I’m waiting.”

The rest of the tribe were waiting too. They were pressing forward to get a good view and Sunny suddenly felt like she was starring in a porno.

She sat down tentatively, her thighs trembling. Her pussy was bare beneath the grass skirt and she could feel Greer’s hot breath on her as she slid into position. It made her feel incredibly vulnerable…but also incredibly hot.

The moment her Protector’s big, warm hands slid up the insides of her legs, her breath hitched.

Oh God , can’t believe I’m doing this!

And yet she was—she was about to let Greer taste her in front of all these people.

She was already wet—maybe from nerves, or maybe from the sheer wrongness of all these eyes on her.

But why did it feel good too? Why did she like it when they stared?

Maybe she really was an exhibitionist, she thought. Maybe? —

Then Greer’s mouth found her.

The first stroke of his tongue was slow and deep, tasting her like he had all the time in the world.

“Fuck!” she heard him mutter. “ So fucking good , little one.”

Then he licked her again, his tongue sliding even deeper to caress the aching button of her clit. The warm, intimate touch sent shivers through her entire body and she couldn’t hold back a moan.

“Spread your pussy wider for me, baby,” she heard Greer growl. “ Open yourself for me—need to get my tongue deep in that sweet little slit.”

Blushing, Sunny reached between her legs. With trembling fingers, she spread her outer pussy lips even wider. Then she tilted her hips and pressed down, grinding her open pussy against his warm, wet mouth.

She heard a growl of pure lust and then the long fingers gripping her legs tightened convulsively as Greer began to lick her in earnest.

Sunny’s eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure overtook her. She tried to stay still, to stay silent, but his mouth was relentless—nuzzling, licking, sucking until the heat in her belly spread like wildfire.

“Oh God , Greer !” she moaned.

Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, she realized she wasn’t shying away—she was grinding on him. Her hands gripped the carved wooden arms of the Queening chair as she rotated her hips and pressed down hard—grinding so the crowd could see every movement, hear every gasp.

And God help her, it turned her on even more to know they were watching.

Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair harder—until she could feel the carvings digging into her palms. The murmur of the onlookers faded to a low roar in her ears, drowned out by the wet, hungry sounds Greer was making between her thighs.

She had never felt so exposed…or so hot.

Oh God , she was getting close…so close…

And then she came—came so hard she cried out, her back arching, her hips rolling as her pussy pressed against his seeking tongue. Her release pulsed through her in waves, dragging another orgasm right behind it, and then another .

Greer never seemed to tire of tasting her. He growled hungrily and sucked her clit, teasing it relentlessly one minute, then slipped his tongue deep inside her the next to claim the honey she’d made for him.

As for Sunny , she rode his face shamelessly, every nerve ending lit up, until her thighs finally went weak and she slumped back, panting.

“Oh…oh God , Greer !” she panted. “ Can’t …can’t go any more! Too much!”

Only then did Greer stop licking.

“All right baby—can you stand?” she heard him growl.

“I…think so.” To be honest, Sunny felt a little wobbly. She’d never come so hard before—or at least, not in front of an audience. She was grateful for Greer’s big hands steadying her as she climbed off the chair.

It occurred to her that she hadn’t felt his fangs—even once. He must have been being very careful not to hurt her with them because they looked long and sharp as he came out from under the chair.

“Damn, little one, you taste so fucking good,” he growled, looking at her hungrily.

“Thank you,” Sunny whispered. But she couldn’t look away from him.

Her Protector’s mouth and chin were wet with her juices and his eyes were burning with desire. The look on his face was hot, possessive…

And hungry for more.