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“Mr. Wise,” the officer said. “Her Majesty has requested your presence.”
Caine glanced up from his half-eaten plate of food. He’d been enjoying a quiet dinner in the ship’s mess hall when the uniformed woman approached. He swallowed his bite of food, his heart tittering in his chest.
“Is it urgent?” he asked.
“She didn’t specify,” the officer said. She tried to hide it, but Caine could see the tiniest smirk tugging at the officer’s face. “But if Her Majesty is asking you to come to her chambers right after supper. Didn’t seem very interested in eating.”
So, the queen of Earth was not likely in danger. If she was, the officer wouldn’t be looking at Caine like she might start chuckling. Caine nodded and shoveled the rest of his food in his mouth with his fork.
“I’ll be ready to go in a few minutes,” he said through his full mouth. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and then made his way down the hall.
~
A few times a year, Jupiter Jones visited the alcazar on Cerise to represent Earth to other galactic representatives. She gave general updates on the many going-ons of the planet, but mostly, she was there to remind anyone that her home was still under her ownership. Since arriving, she’d been carted around by Kalique’s posse and rarely had time to see Caine except for a few greetings in the company of the house staff.
Caine supposed it was for the best. He and Jupiter tried to keep their relationship mostly under wraps. It was good practice if no one thought that the Queen of Earth was showing special treatment on one of her soldiers. Bad for military confidence and morale.
But it wasn’t exactly tightly kept secret. More than once Caine’s troopers pointed out a lipstick smudge on his neck or smelled perfume on his clothes. The queen had a favorite, and she didn’t go out of her way to hide it. The result was many whispered jokes and jabs, and a few side-eyes from those who disapproved of such favoritism. Perhaps Jupiter keeping her hands off Caine while they were off-Earth was a good idea.
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The elevator doors split open and Caine stepped into the hallway. It was night on Cerise and an elegant crescent moon shimmered in the sky above the city. As he walked the hall, Caine saw a gold light spilling from Her Majesty’s room. He could hear and smell the fireplace.
He stopped at the entrance of the arched doorway. He dropped to one knee, head bowed and fist to the floor.
“Your Majesty,” he said. “You called.”
He lifted his head to look at her. Jupiter was seated on a rich red couch by the fireplace, draped in a long gown of midnight blue silk. Her lips were painted deep maroon, her eyes laced in black paint, likely the work of Kalique. A crown of Cerise crystals sparkled silver in her dark locks.
She gave him a smile.
“I’ve told you a hundred times, Caine,” she said. “You don’t have to be so formal with me.”
“If I’m any less formal,” he said. “My lieutenants are going to start calling me ‘the queen’s guard dog’ again.”
“You say it like it’s an insult,” Jupiter said. “Or not true.”
She beckoned him closer with a crooked finger.
“Get off the floor and come here,” she said.
Caine did as he was told and sauntered over to her. He stood in front of her as her eyes licked up and down.
“Take a seat,” she said.
Caine moved towards a chair by the couch, but Jupiter stopped him.
“Not there,” she said. “I want you closer.”
A smile itched at the corners of Caine’s mouth. He moved closer in front of Jupiter, then dropped down to his knees. This close, he noticed Jupiter had a small plate in her lap and a silver fork between her fingers.
“I had dinner with Kalique and a few of her Cerise friends,” Jupiter said. ‘It was lovely. But she talked my ear off all night.” She gave him a small, warm smile. “I would have rather had dinner with you.”
Caine licked his lips.
“I’m sure you ate much better than us in the barracks,” he said.
Jupiter raised an eyebrow and cocked her head.
“Really?” she said. “Well, I guess I’ll have to ask Kalique about updating the barracks’ menu.” She reached over and brushed Caine’s hair with her fingertips. “I’d hate to think the Legion’s leader and his soldiers were eating space gruel every night.”
Caine tried to not to visibly shiver at Jupiter’s light touch. Months later and he still couldn’t believe that Jupiter Jones called him hers. Him, a Splice bred to be an obedient dog. A growling animal meant to be born and died with a chain around his neck.
But with Jupiter, the chain didn’t feel suffocating. It felt almost…safe. Like a comforting hand.
“You call it ‘space’ because you’re from Earth,” he said. “Here we just call it ‘gruel.’’
Jupiter smirked.
“Kalique introduced me to this,” she said. “She called it an Abrasax loaf, but to me it just tastes like chocolate cake.”
Caine raised an eyebrow.
“Chocolate cake?” he asked.
Jupiter chuckles.
“Is that another Earth thing you’ve never seen?” she asked.
Caine flushed pink in the face. When he was first sent on a mission to find Jupiter, he was given a broad overview education on Earth. But there were many details of Earth life he didn’t learn, and Jupiter frequently had to educate him.
“Well, it tastes like what you all call ‘loaf,’” Jupiter said. She sliced a piece with her fork and then stabbed it. She held it close to Caine’s lips. “You should try it. I wanted to share the last slice with you.”
Caine looked at the cake, then up at his queen. She was offering him a slice of loaf, an expensive delicacy that only the elites could afford. And she was offering it to a hybrid mutt like him.
“I couldn’t,” he said.
Jupiter’s smile faded, and she raised an eyebrow.
“Are you going to refuse your queen?” she said.
Caine swallowed. She had a point. She was his sovereign, his superior. He couldn’t refuse her.
So he opened his lips and took the fork in his mouth. The rich chocolate flavor caressed his tongue and a small moan escaped his throat. Jupiter giggled and pulled the fork from his lips.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
Caine nodded as he chewed slowly. He didn’t know when he’d ever get to taste a dish like this before, so he savored every rich bite that Jupiter fed into his mouth. He could only imagine what would happen if any of the other elites, or even the other soldiers, could see him. A crossbred animal being tenderly hand fed by a savior queen.
Jupiter took the late bite for herself, stabbing it with her fork and plopping it on her tongue. Caine watched the movement of her dark lips as she chewed and suddenly he could taste black cherries on his tongue.
Jupiter set the plate and fork aside on the table.
“Jupiter,” Caine said. He shifted uncomfortably. “My legs are getting cramped from squatting down here. Could…I sit with you?”
Caine looked at Jupiter, who stared down at him for a long moment. He couldn’t decipher the expression on her face. Not even his advanced senses could offer him a clue what she was thinking.
Then, Jupiter gently took Caine’s chin between her fingers. Caine’s breath lightly hitched in his lungs.
“What did you call me?” Jupiter asked.
Caine felt all the blood rush to his face and no doubt Jupiter could see it.
“Jupiter,” he said.
A small, wicked smile crossed Jupiter’s face.
“What happened to ‘Your Majesty’?” she asked.
Caine’s legs were aching and his knees were sore on the marble floor. All the while his heart knocked at his chest loud enough for her to hear.
“I…thought we weren’t being so formal,” he said.
“Maybe we were,” Jupiter said. Her thumb caressed his chin, and Caine thought he would start purring. “But I just remembered how much I like hearing you say it.”
She leaned closer to him, close enough that her black cherry lips were so close to his. Caine resisted every temptation to close the gap between their mouths.
“Your Majesty,” he said.
Something seemed to rush over Jupiter, a wave of some kind. Then, Caine caught a whiff of it. A smell he’d encountered more than once in his meetings with Jupiter. One that dripped wet between her thighs.
“Majesty,” Jupiter said. “It’s such a pretty word. Especially when you say it.”
Caine licked his lips. The smell coming from her was intense. So much so that his mouth started to water and he licked his lips.
“It’s only pretty when I say it,” he says. “Because I’m saying it about you.”
Jupiter’s eyes gleamed and she caressed her hand along his whiskery cheek. A small, canine-like whimper sounded from Caine’s throat.
“You’re adorable,” Jupiter said.
Her smell was even stronger now. Wetter .
“I’m not,” Caine said. “Don’t forget, my queen, you’re speaking to a Splice.”
Jupiter shrugged.
“I know,” she said.
Then, she took his chin more firmly and leaned closer, and Caine realized she was going to kiss him. He shook his chin from her hand and moved his face away.
“Your Majesty,” he said. “I…you can’t. I told you before. I'm a dog compared to you. I don’t deserve—”
Jupiter snatched up Caine’s chin and forced him to look at her. Her teasing grin was gone and her eyes were blade-sharp.
“Then you should know not to speak out of turn,” she said. Her nail nails pierced the skin on Caine’s chin. “You don’t get to decide who is deserving of my affection and who isn’t.” She spoke right into his lips. “I do.”
She pulled his lips to his and every ounce of resistance in Caine’s body evaporated. He melted into her kiss, savoring her dark lips and moaning against her mouth. He reached up to cup the back of her head, while she held his face in both her hands. The pain in his legs, the heat from the fireplace making him sweat down his back. All of it disappeared as the only sensation left was Jupiter lips and her overwhelming smell.
Caine pressed a hand to Jupiter’s knee, and under the feather-light silk he didn’t feel a knee. No flesh and bone, but instead leather. Thick leather with a crisscross of laces.
Jupiter pulled back from the kiss. She bunched up her dress with both hands and lifted her skirt. Caine watched the deep blue silk rise like dusk up her legs to reveal two high-heel boots underneath. They were laced up just above her knee and gleamed with matching blue leather.
The swell Caine had felt inside him became erect in his pants. His lips parted and if he’d been left staring he may have started drooling. Instead, Jupiter spoke.
“You call yourself a dog?” she said. She stuck one long boot out. “Then act like one.”
Caine looked at the leather boot, then back up at Jupiter. It was scandalous what she was asking him—beneath even a Splice. But Caine gently cupped under Jupiter’s ankle and brought her shoe to his lips. He clasped a hand under her half as he kissed up her leg, tasting the leather on his lips.
He shifted his body up until her leg was tucked between his legs. Jupiter watched him with a bemused smirk as he unclasped his belt and pulled down his pants to reveal a red, dripping cock. He closed her boot tight between his thighs, gripped her with both hands, then slowly began swerving his hips.
It was humiliating. Like nothing he had experienced before. But the sensation of the firm leather on his cock made his skin crawl with pleasure. As he thrust his hips into her leg, he blushed and sweat from the embarrassment and guilty pleasure. Small, pathetic whimpers escaped his throat.
Jupiter’s blood was rushing fast in and hot. Such a fearsome being, a powerful lead of soldiers, turned to a whimpering, blushing mess at her feet. The thrill alone could have made her finish right there.
But no. If she was going to come, it would be using Caine’s heavenly body.
Caine’s whimpers increased in pitch as he came closer and closer. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped her so tight that his knuckles paled. It was so wrong but so good and it was bringing tears to his eyes.
“Please, your majesty,” he whimpered. “I need it…I want it…”
Jupiter grinned.
“Then have it,” she said.
It was like a demonic possession, the way it crawled up Caine’s body. In a mess of moans and sweat, Caine finished against Jupiter’s boot. Even when every drop of him was gone, he kept humping, and humping, grinding every sensation he could from his queen’s leather.
When he was thoroughly done, he released Jupiter’s leg and looked down at the mess he made. His come dripped down the shin of her boot and onto the floor. Jupiter glared at him.
“Look what you’ve done,” she said. “You ruined some perfectly good Cerisian leather.”
Caine was still blurry with pleasure and his words stumbled from his mouth.
“I’m…I’m sorry, your majesty…” he said.
“And it’ll ruin the carpet if you don’t clean it up.”
Caine glanced around. No towels or even blankets close by he could use. So he used the only thing he had left.
He leaned his mouth down to her boots, and slowly started licking up his mess. Jupiter smiled and petted the top of Caine’s head.
“Good puppy,” she said. “Lick it up.”
Those words alone could have made Caine come a second time. But he restrained himself until every drop of his cum was gone. Once the leather was shiny with his spit, he looked up at Jupiter. There was a small white spot left at the corner of his mouth. Jupiter wiped it away with her thumb.
“Feeling good?” she asked.
Caine swallowed and nodded.
“Yes, your majesty,” he said.
And like that, he heard her blood surge and her smell waft again. He looked at Jupiter, and she was staring at him like a viper about to snatch a rodent in its jaws.
“Good,” she said. “Because I’m not done with you.”
Jupiter quickly retracted her leg, then lifted her skirt up high. The garters on her boots attached to her underwear, and Caine saw the source of her smell leaking through the fabric between her thighs.
“My turn,” she said.
Caine didn’t need instructions. He greedily ripped her underwear down her legs and buried his face between her thighs. Jupiter sucked in a breath as Caine plunged his tongue inside her.
“Fuck,” she sighed.
Jupiter tipped her neck back over the couch. She threaded her fingers into Caine’s hair as she hungrily lapped up her pussy. Her tongue caressed and sucked deep inside her, and with his advanced sense, Caine responded to every sigh and moan that came from his queen. He turned his mouth and tongue wherever her smell came the strongest.
“Mmmmm, good boy,” Jupiter moaned.
Her back arched elegantly over the couch. Caine growled deep in her throat and gripped Jipiter’s thighs with both hands. She tasted divine, like she was made of the very stars that belonged to her.
Jupiter went limp as a doll, and as her body arched her crown fell from her hand. It landed and rolled across the marble with a metallic tinkle. She gripped Caine’s hair with two hands and white knuckles.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “Pleasure your queen…make me come…”
It struck up her body like a bolt of lightning. Jupiter moaned so loud it echoed through the alcazar, but she didn’t care. She wanted everyone on Cerise to know she was using Caine Wise’s tongue. Her hips bucked, fucking the Splice in his lovely head.
It drained out of her slowly, but even after Jupiter finished Caine kept licking at her, growling and moaning like a dog. She had to gently push his head away to make him stop.
Jupiter closed her legs and straightened her skirt down. She held Caine’s face in her hands, squishing his cheeks between her palms.
“You are a dog, Caine Wise,” she said. “But you’re my dog. And I take very good care of my dogs.”
Caine pressed a hand over hers, and turned his face to kiss her palm. His mouth was still dripping with her pleasure and he licked his lips.
“I am, your majesty,” he said.
Caine dropped his head down into her lap. For what may have been minutes or hours, he lay there on her silky skirt, his cheek pressed against her warm thighs underneath, while she petted his hair. In the suspended time, nothing else in the universe existed. The only room in the galaxy was there, at his queen’s feet, the only sound crackling from the fireplace.
“Do your legs still hurt?” Jupiter asked.
Caine hadn’t even remembered his soreness, but now that she mentioned it, he felt the ache return. He nodded into her lap.
“Come here,” she said.
Jupiter pulled Caine onto the couch with her. Caine thought he would sit beside her, but instead Jupiter moved his head back into her lap. He lay sprawled onto the couch, his face buried in her stomach.
“You’re sleeping with me in here tonight,” Jupiter said. “No questions or objections. And I don’t care what your lieutenants have to say about it.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Caine mumbled sleepily.
Jupiter grinned, her heart warming in her chest. She leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Good puppy,” she cooed over him while she stroked his hair. “My brave soldier. My loyal friend.”
Her words were wine to his ears, and as the moon glazed across the window, the queen’s guard dog drifted to sleep under his queen’s hand.