Текст книги "Enslaved"

Автор книги: Anderson Evangeline

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Chapter Twenty

The water was steamy and just this side of too hot but Thrace didn’t think Trin would mind. She was going to need to be relaxed to let him do this and the heated water swirling around her should do the trick. He hoped, anyway. He couldn’t wait to touch her…to run his hands all over her warm, naked, soapy body but he knew how nervous she was about it.

Soon the big black marble tub was filled with hot water and pale pink bubbles. These had come from a softly floral scented bath solution he’d found on the sink. It smelled good so Thrace had dumped it in and this was the result. He hoped she liked it. Surveying the bubble filled tub, he nodded to himself and went to get her.

Trin was sitting on the side of the sleeping platform biting her lip, her legs tightly crossed and her hands clenched tightly in her lap. The look on her face said she wasn’t looking forward to this…not one little bit.

Thrace felt his heart twist in his chest at her obvious anxiety. Gods, he wished she could just relax and enjoy this! More than anything he wanted to bring her pleasure, wanted to serve her as a real love-slave would serve his mistress. He wanted to caress her, to soothe her, to make her so relaxed she purred under his touch and moaned for more. But could he do it?

I’m damn well going to try! He swore silently to himself that he would wipe that nervous look off her lovely face and replace it with one of bliss if he possibly could. He wanted to make this a night she would always remember…a night she would never want to forget.

“Mistress?” he said softly and she looked up with a start. “Mistress,” he murmured again. “Your bath is ready.”

“Oh…all right. Then I guess I’d better…” She got off the sleeping platform and started to undress but Thrace stopped her.

“Let me,” he murmured. “Let me do everything for you, tonight. Let me take care of you.”

Trin looked at him wonderingly, her face suddenly clear.

“You really want to, don’t you? This isn’t just an act to you.”

“Of course I want to.” Thrace tried to make his words light and teasing. “I’m your slave, Mistress…your love-slave. And a good slave always wants to take care of his mistress.”

Before she could reply, he was unfastening the straps that held her dress in place. He unsnapped the front panel of lace which covered her breasts and let it hang free and then pushed the rest of the gown down her full hips to puddle in a small heap at her dainty feet.

Trin shivered and crossed her arms over her breasts protectively but she made no move to stop him when Thrace knelt at her feet and hooked his fingers through the thin strings that served as the sides of her panties. Slowly he drew them down, revealing her warm, ripe pussy at last.

Gods, she looked beautiful with her plump, naked lips on display, berry dark in the center of her thighs! She smelled amazing too—her soft, feminine fragrance made him half crazy. He had the sudden urge to press his face to the place between her thighs and breathe her in while marking her with his own scent. Marking her as his for all time. Then he would spread those juicy outer pussy lips and take a long, slow taste of her creamy inner cunt…

No!

Thrace knew he couldn’t do that—any of it. Trin was allowing him to do this—to bathe her and handle her naked body—because she trusted him. One wrong move could lose that trust which was the last thing he wanted. But Gods, he wished he could do something to bring her pleasure…something to show her how much he felt for her…

A sudden flicker in the corner of his eye caught his attention. The darkened viewscreen across from the bed had begun to glow. Suddenly, Thrace had an idea.

“Mistress,” he said, looking up at her. “May I make obeisance to you?”

* * * * *

“What…what do you mean?” Trin looked at him uncertainly. “You mean…like you did when we were announced before the feast?”

Slowly, he nodded.

“I want to show my respect to you before I bathe you,” he murmured and his eyes flicked to the viewscreen on the wall opposite the sleeping platform. Though it had been dark when they came in, Trin saw that it was on now and glowing a soft blue. Was someone on the other side of it watching them? Was that why Thrace was asking to “make obeisance” to her? And should she allow it?

Well, you’re about to allow his hands all over you while he bathes you, a little voice in her head pointed out. Might as well allow this too. After all, Lady Tam-tam expects a show and if she doesn’t get one that pleases her, all this will be for nothing.

With that rationalization in mind, she nodded slowly.

“I…suppose you may.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Thrace rumbled and Trin braced herself, expecting him to lean forward and kiss between her thighs, as he had in the banquet hall. Instead, he rose so that he was standing before her. Leaning down, he tilted her chin up and took her lips in a soft, breathless kiss as tender as his earlier kisses by the dream sphere fountain had been savage.

Despite her inward resolve to simply hold still and allow this without participating, Trin couldn’t help kissing him back. She wasn’t sure if this was proper during the obeisance or not but she didn’t really care. His mouth on hers was so warm and gentle…so addictive. She couldn’t help returning the sweet caress of his lips and twining her tongue with his—he tasted of some exotic spice she couldn’t name. The kiss ended much too soon, as far as she was concerned.

Before she had fully caught her breath, Thrace sat on the sleeping platform before her and put his hands on her hips. He slid them up until they were on either side of her breasts.

“Mistress?” he murmured, looking into her eyes, making the title a question.

Trin knew what he was asking.

“Yes,” she whispered, nodding her head. “Go…go ahead.”

Without another word, he cupped her bare breasts in his big, warm hands and bent his head to place a soft, hot kiss on her right nipple.

Trin bit back a gasp as she felt the heat of his mouth against her sensitive bud. He didn’t lick or suck her at all but the kiss was definitely open mouthed and she could feel his warmth surrounding her as he took his time, kissing her naked nipple as slowly and tenderly as he had kissed her mouth.

When he at last moved on to her left nipple, Trin’s breathing was getting fast and her pulse was racing. Goddess, she shouldn’t be letting him do this! Shouldn’t let a male put his mouth on her body this way! And yet, she felt helpless to tell him to stop. Helpless to do anything but watched as he enveloped her left nipple, covering it completely in a warm, wet kiss that made her knees feel weak.

Her heart was pounding when Thrace at last drew back and released her breasts. He slid to the floor before her so that his mouth was level with her inner thighs, as it had been when he removed her panties.

“Mistress?” he asked again, looking up at her.

Goddess… Trin clenched her hands into fists as tension flowed through her. Shouldn’t do this…shouldn’t let him…And yet the viewscreen was glowing blue…someone was watching. Someone was expecting a show. In order to stay in Lady Tam-tam’s good graces, she had to give them one.

She told herself that was the only reason she nodded her ascent. That and the fact that he had been utterly respectful while kissing her breasts. He hadn’t tried to suck her nipples into his mouth—which she could not have allowed. Instead he had kissed her gently and carefully and if she’d felt his tongue on her, well, it was only a small flicker, as if he couldn’t help tasting her just a little bit.

That was why she didn’t gasp or try to move away when he moved closer and put a hand on her inner thigh.

“Mistress,” he murmured, looking up at her. “Would you spread your legs for me a little? I can’t reach you otherwise.”

Trin bit her lip.

“You…you reached me just fine before, when you paid obeisance before the feast,” she pointed out breathlessly.

“Yes…” Thrace’s silver-blue eyes were half-lidded with lust. “But then I was only kissing your panties. This time I am paying obeisance to your pussy and I want to do it properly.”

“I…you do?” Trin wished her voice didn’t come out sounding so high and girly. She tried again. “What do you mean by…properly?” she made herself ask in a somewhat lower and more steady tone.

“I must worship your entire pussy—must pay obeisance to both your outer pussy lips and your inner cunt,” he rumbled, looking up at her. “As is proper and right.”

“I…I don’t think…”

“You know I’ll be gentle,” he promised, stroking her inner thigh with one big, warm hand. “And I swear it will just be a kiss—I won’t penetrate you, not even with my tongue. I’ll treat your pussy with the same reverence and respect I used towards your mouth and nipples, Mistress.”

“Well…” Trin could feel herself weakening. Surely it couldn’t hurt to let him do this, she reasoned with herself. Not when it was just a kiss and he wasn’t even using his tongue. “All right,” she said at last and Thrace gave her a slow smile.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he murmured. “Now, please spread yourself for me.”

Trin did as he said, though it made her blush to do so. She opened her thighs for him, allowing him better access to her pussy. But this clearly wasn’t enough for Thrace.

With a low growl, he lifted her right thigh and placed it over his broad, left shoulder.

Trin gasped and had to keep her balance by grabbing his other shoulder with one hand. At the same time, she could feel that the new position had opened her considerably. Looking down she saw that her outer pussy lips were spread wide, showing the creamy inner part of her cunt which was already wet with her juices.

A male! A male made you that way—made you wet. Made you want him, want his kiss and more, whispered a condemning little voice in her brain.

“Goddess!” Trin whispered. Unable to look, she closed her eyes on the shameful sight. But then she heard Thrace calling her.

“No, baby,” he said softly when she opened her eyes to look at him. “Watch me do this…watch me honor your sweet little pussy…watch me pay obeisance to your cunt.”

“Thrace…” she whispered and found that once again, she was caught in the trap of his silver-blue gaze, completely unable to look away.

“That’s right, Mistress,” he murmured, leaning towards her, never taking his eyes from hers. “Watch me honor you.”

Then his hot, open mouth was connecting with her trembling pussy, bathing her in heat, making Trin gasp and then moan as she felt his warmth envelope her, claming her completely.

The kiss seemed to last forever, even longer than the ones he’d placed on her lips and nipples. As before, he didn’t attempt to suck her in any way but Trin did feel the lightest flicker of his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. She moaned and jumped but didn’t pull away. It felt too good and the sight was too hypnotic. Goddess, she couldn’t believe she was letting him do this and yet she couldn’t get enough of it!

Thrace deepened the kiss for a moment and just for an instant she thought she felt his tongue press against her more fully. Then he was pulling away, his lips shiny with her juices, his eyes filled with need.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “Thank you for allowing me to honor you.” He licked his lips slowly and then rose from the floor. “And now, it’s time to get you in the bath.”

Trin gasped when the big Havoc swept her up in his arms again. She supposed she ought to be getting used to this mode of transport by now—after all, he didn’t seem to mind carrying her and he did it quite often. Still, this was the first time he’d carried her when she was completely nude.

It’s fine. I’ll be fine, she told herself nervously. But her stomach told a different story, quivering like a thousand shimmerflies had taken off inside it at once. Thrace was still bare chested and his skin felt warm—almost hot against her own. But not nearly as hot as the water when he slid her gently into it.

Trin hissed as the steam rose around her.

“Are you trying to bathe me or boil me?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light.

“I thought it would help you relax,” he murmured. “Would you like me to add some cold?”

“No…no this is good.” She sighed and twisted her hair up on top of her head before it could get all wet. “I’ll get used to it.”

“I won’t,” Thrace said, his eyes still half-lidded. “I could never get used to seeing your beauty revealed like this. Never get used to worshiping you with my mouth.”

“Thrace…” She tried to laugh but it came out sounding breathy. “You don’t…don’t have to talk like that. The room probably isn’t wired for sound, remember?”

“Not saying it because of that.” He nodded at the softly glowing blue viewscreen mounted on the wall across from the tub. “Saying it because I mean it. You’re fucking beautiful, Trin.”

“Thank you.” She looked down at the pink bubbles that dotted the surface of the water. Goddess, why did his eyes on her make her feel so hot and cold all at once? She’d been desired by others before—her creamy brown skin made her an exotic beauty and more than one classmate and acquaintance back at the Academy was eager to get to know her and possibly do more. But none of those admirers had made her feel like this—like she was the center of their universe and they would do anything to pleasure her.

“I supposed it’s time to get you washed.” He picked up a bottle of something pink and squirted some of it into his hands. “This okay? It’s the same stuff that made the bubbles.”

“Sure…fine.” Honestly, Trin didn’t care what he used on her. The only thing she could concentrate on was that his big, warm hands were going to be sliding all over her body. She felt so nervous she could barely breathe. In fact, every muscle in her chest felt tight…especially the ones around her breasts. Trin frowned. What the hell was going on? Why did she feel this way?

Probably just nervous, she told herself as Thrace began rubbing her neck and shoulders with long, slow strokes. At once she began to feel less anxious. Goddess, it felt amazing! Slowly she could feel the tension beginning to leave her body…well, most of it anyway. Her nipples still felt tight and stiff and achy. But still, the rest of her was starting to feel like melted butter.

How could he do that to her? Trin didn’t know…and she didn’t care. She simply sighed and let his magic hands do their trick. He worked on her back and shoulders and arms, moving down to her hands and massaging each palm and finger in turn until Trin felt like she’d never been so relaxed in her life. When he finally returned to her neck, her eyes were half closed with pleasure.

“Moving lower now,” he murmured in her ear.

Good, she thought but couldn’t say. Instead she simply nodded her head as his hands slid down to cup her breasts in the warm, soapy water.

“Going to wash your breasts now, Mistress,” he growled softly. Long fingers caressed her full globes with slow, gentle strokes and then plucked at her nipples, making her gasp with sensation.

In fact, there was too much sensation. Trin moaned and jerked, making a miniature wave in the pool that spilled over the opposite side.

Thrace stopped at once.

“Too much?” he murmured in her ear.

“A…a little,” Trin confessed. “I don’t know why, I’m just so sensitive there all of a sudden.” It was true—her nipples were tight and achy and her breasts were beginning to feel fuller somehow. But that didn’t make any sense, did it? Trin shrugged it off—she was probably just still nervous at letting him touch and bathe her this way. “I’m sorry,” she said, turning her head to look at him. “I just…”

“It’s all right,” Thrace said soothingly. “I still have other places to wash.”

Trin shivered as she considered what ‘other’ places he might be talking about. She expected him to reach under the water and cup her pussy at once.

But Thrace surprised her again. He went around to the opposite side of the large, square tub and reached for her feet. He had found some kind of glove with soft bristles attached to it and he began to use it on her lower legs.

“Oh!” Trin couldn’t help gasping as he washed her toes and she burst into a helpless fit of giggles when he scrubbed the soft bristles over the sole of her foot. “Thrace, no!” she cried, still giggling. “That…that tickles!”

He grinned at her, his strong features full of teasing fun.

“Is that right? What a shame, Mistress.” And he grabbed her other foot and began scrubbing it as well.

“Thrace! Thrace, please!” Trin couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard. She kicked with her free foot, spraying him with pink bubbles which landed on his bare chest and shoulders.

“That was very naughty, Mistress,” Thrace growled and retaliated by catching her free foot and holding her by her ankles so he could scrub both feet at once.

“No! No, please!” Trin was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. “Please—I can’t breathe.”

Thrace stopped at once but kept hold of her ankles.

“Do you yield, Mistress?” he growled, smiling at her.

“Yes.” Trin took a deep, gulping breath and tried to still her heart. She could still feel little giggles bubbling up from inside, however, and it was hard to keep a straight face.

“Good.” Thrace’s voice turned suddenly caressing and he bent and planted a gentle kiss at the top of her foot. “Because I’m ready to wash you a little higher now.”

“Higher?” The laughter was suddenly all gone, replaced by a deep heat which blossomed in her belly at the sight of his half-lidded eyes.

“Between your thighs,” he murmured. “I think you need to be washed there. Are you ready to let me do it?”

“Y-yes,” Trin whispered, having trouble getting the words out.

“Good,” he murmured. “Come to me, Trin. Come here and let me wash you.”

She slid slowly to the other side of the tub, noticing how the water lapping against her tight, sensitive nipples made her shiver. Goddess, she felt so strange inside. Hot and cold and breathless…

There was a seat at this end of the tub that raised her up so that the water came only to her waist. At Thrace’s instruction, she settled on it with her back against the tub and waited as he reached around her. Once again she had the sensation of being completely surrounded by him, his broad shoulders on either side of hers, his cheek close to her face as he ran big, warm hands down under the water to stroke her upper thighs. His warm, spicy scent enveloped her, making her feel safe and incredibly hot at the same time.

“Spread for me now,” he murmured in her ear as he reached for her. “Spread your thighs open for me baby and let me wash your pussy. Let me make you all clean.”

Those hot words spoken in his deep, growling voice seemed to do something to Trin. She could feel herself tingling all over but especially between her legs and at the tips of her breasts, which felt fuller and more sensitive than ever. The bubbles had mostly dissipated now and she could clearly see his big hands through the warm water as she spread for him, as she opened herself fully to let him wash her…to let him touch her.

“So beautiful,” Thrace murmured in her ear as he cupped her naked mound with one large hand. “So fucking gorgeous, baby.”

“I…I told you before, I’m not your baby. I’m your mistress,” Trin whispered breathlessly.

“You’re my mistress when you command me and when we’re out in public with everyone watching,” he murmured. “But when it’s just the two of us and I’m taking care of you, you’re baby. My sweet, soft baby girl that I want to pleasure and take care of and serve. Want to make you feel so good you can’t stand it…want to hear you moan my name and beg me for more as you come and come…”

“Thrace,” she objected, wiggling uncomfortably. “That’s…I can’t describe how that makes me feel but…but we never said anything about me, uh, coming. In fact, I don’t…don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“You don’t want to come?” As he spoke, he spread her outer pussy lips with his index and ring fingers. She gasped as the heated water rushed in to caress her clit. And then slowly, gently, his long middle finger slipped into her wet folds and began to stroke. “You sure about that, baby?”

“Oh!” Trin threw back her head, resting it against his broad shoulder as he continued to caress her with the lightest touch imaginable, tracing her throbbing clit again and again in slow, tender strokes. For some reason the pleasure he was giving her seemed to make her breasts ache and throb, a sharp sensation that was almost painful in his pleasurable intensity.

“Tell me again how you don’t want to come, Mistress,” Thrace growled softly in her ear. “Is it because you don’t really want a male touching you? Because you can’t admit that a male could bring you pleasure?”

“I…you know it’s not…not that,” Trin gasped, although to tell the truth, that was certainly part of it. But there was another, deeper reason she didn’t want Thrace to give her the ultimate pleasure. Trin was afraid if she gave him her body, if she trusted him so completely that she let him make her come, she might lose her heart as well—well, at least part of it. “I can’t,” she gasped as the sweet torture went on and on. “I…I shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t do what?” he murmured. “Shouldn’t spread your legs and let me finger your pussy? Shouldn’t let me pet your soft little clit until you come in my hand?”

“Thrace,” she begged. “Thrace please, I think…think we should stop.”

But this time she wasn’t just asking out of fear—or not fear for her heart. As he touched her, her breasts and nipples had been feeling more and more full and sensitive. Now they felt so ripe—Trin couldn’t think of any other word that fit—she felt like she might burst.

“Something’s wrong,” she gasped, closing her legs and sitting up. “What’s wrong with me?”

“I think you were just about to come,” he said dryly, withdrawing his hand. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“No, it’s not…that’s not where the problem is. It’s my…” Trin looked down at her chest and gave a frightened gasp. “Oh my Goddess, what’s wrong with me?”

Her breasts were clearly bigger than they had been—but that wasn’t what made her so frightened. Her nipples, which normally went berry dark when she was aroused, were now a dark, angry red.

“What…what is wrong with me?” she whispered, horrified and scared to death. “What’s happening to me?”

Thrace reached out a finger and gently stroked one scarlet-tipped nipple, sending a wave of intense sensation through her entire body.

Trin gasped. “Oh!”

“Beautiful,” he said thoughtfully. “And obviously very sensitive.”

“But what’s causing it?” Trin was nearly crying now. Not only was she scared but her breasts seemed to be getting fuller by the moment—they actually ached and her nipples were so red and sensitive she felt that even the lightest touch was too much to bear.

“I don’t know, but we’re going to find out.” Thrace got up and went over to the viewscreen mounted on the wall across from the tub which still glowed a soft blue. With a few gestures he had called up a lightboard which projected from the bottom of the viewscreen onto the counter below. Trin watched as he began to key her symptoms into a search engine but before he could finish typing, a block of text and some images suddenly appeared on the screen.

Thrace scanned them rapidly, frowning all the time. Trin was too far away to see.

“What? What does it say?” she demanded in a shaking voice.

“Hmm…remember the schromp we ate at dinner? And how Lady Tam-tam and Lady Needra both told us we’d have interesting effects from it?”

“Oh my Goddess…I’d forgotten all about that!” Trin felt sick. “How could they let us eat that and not warn us!”

“Are you kidding?” Thrace threw a look over his shoulder. “Look where we are.”

“You’re right.” Trin put a hand to her forehead. “They probably wanted this to happen.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised.” Thrace was still scanning rapidly. “According to this, the nectar pods and the schromp cause a reaction in the female body but it’s not activated until she’s submerged in hot water. The heat from the water acts as a catalyst and causes her nipples to become extremely sensitive—as sensitive as her clit.”

“They’re sensitive all right.” Trin gave a shaky laugh which was more than half sob as she looked down at her swollen scarlet nipples. “What can we do about it? Will it help for me to get out of the tub?”

“Can’t hurt.” Thrace came over and opened a towel for her—a big, fuzzy, white one made of incredibly soft, absorbent material. It was almost as large as a blanket. Trin stepped out of the bath and he wrapped her up in it. She dried off immediately and as completely as she could, then she looked down at her chest where her breasts were as full as ever—maybe fuller.

“This isn’t helping. And ouch!” She had to unwrap the towel and pull it down to her waist to bare her chest. “It’s too rough,” she gasped. Even though the fabric felt as soft as feathers to her fingers, it was like sandpaper to the sensitive tips of her breasts.

“Is it painful?” Thrace looked concerned. “Are you hurting, baby?”

“I…I’m okay,” Trin said uneasily, which wasn’t exactly true. Her breasts still felt ripe to the point of bursting and her nipples were tight scarlet points that ached with some need she couldn’t name. “That article you found—” she began.

“You mean the one that was sent to me. To us,” Thrace corrected her grimly. “It popped up before I even finished typing. Someone knew we were going to need this information. I think we can both guess who.”

Lady Tam-tam. Trin clenched her jaw and balled her hands into fists. Earlier when Thrace had been talking about how their hostess was probably lonely and missing her love-slave, she had felt almost sorry for the old lady. Well, no more—Trin was angry! How could anyone let this happen to a total stranger without giving them so much as a warning? Probably the same way she could insist that we try the red dream gas that made us nearly jump each other without warning us, she thought grimly.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. “In the article that was sent to us, does it say what to do about this? Is there some kind of antidote?”

“There is but you’re not going to be happy about it.”

“What? Just tell me,” Trin demanded. Her breasts and nipples were aching more sharply with every second—she didn’t have time to beat around the bush.

Thrace sighed. “Says here that a male who has also ingested the same combination of pods and shromp has to help ease the pain in the female’s nipples.”

“Ease the pain? How—?”

“By sucking them,” he said flatly. When Trin bit her lip he shook his head. “See? Told you that you wouldn’t like it.”

“I…but I can’t believe it.”

Thrace motioned her forward. “Come read it for yourself. Apparently it’s the only way you’ll get any relief.”

Trin moved over to the viewscreen and read the line he was pointing to. “The only relief for a female whose breasts have filled with need is as follows– A male who has eaten from the same batch of nectar pods and the same shromp must be found. He will have the essential compounds in his saliva. By sucking her nipples vigorously until they return to their normal color, he may ease the ache and cure her completely. This must be done shortly after the symptoms appear or permanent damage may occur.”

“Permanent damage?” She looked up at Thrace fearfully. “What does that mean?”

“It means you need to let me help you now.” He took a step towards her but Trin retreated.

“I…I really don’t think…”

“That it’s proper?” He blew out a breath in obvious frustration. “Listen, Trin—we’ve gone well beyond caring what’s right or wrong according to your personal code of ethics or what the Goddess of Judgment says. We’re talking about pain and permanent damage—you need to let me help you.”

“I…” Trin shook her head, wishing she could put her objections into words. But her mind was a jumbled chaos and her breasts were aching so much it was hard to think.

“Think of it this way,” Thrace murmured, stepping closer to cup her cheek. “I’ll be performing an obeisance, like I did for you earlier in the sleeping chamber. That’s all.”

“But…you just kissed me then,” Trin pointed out. “It was gentle…respectful.”

“And I’ll still be respectful,” Thrace promised her gently. “I would never treat any part of you with disrespect, Mistress.”

“That…that article said you have to suck vigorously. As in hard,” Trin objected. “That just sounds…obscene. And besides, I don’t think I could stand that right now. They hurt so much.” She pointed down to her bright scarlet nipples and her breasts which still felt so full and achy.

“I’ll be gentle, baby.” Thrace stroked her cheek with a feather light touch. “You know I will.”

“Well…I guess if you’re gentle.” Trin shifted and felt something strike the backs of her thighs. With a start, she realized she had backed herself against the black marble counter which ran the length of the room.

“Here.” Thrace put both hands on her hips and lifted her easily, as if she was a doll. He sat her carefully on the high counter so that his mouth was on the level of her full, naked breasts. “Comfortable?” he asked, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. “Ready to let me help you?”

“Yes,” Trin whispered in a small voice. “But…”

“But what?” he was already cupping her breasts in his big hands, about to lean forward.

“I mean…how can you not mind doing this?” Trin motioned down at herself, at the obscene sight of her too-full breasts and scarlet nipples, so different from her usual berry brown color. “I mean I look…bizarre.”

“You’re beautiful—always beautiful to me.” He cupped her cheek again. “And didn’t I tell you there was nothing I wouldn’t do for you?”

“Thrace…you don’t have to.”

“Yes I do. And I want to.” Leaning down he raised her aching right nipple to his lips. “Watch me, baby. I’m going to start out very soft and gentle.”

“A-all right.” Trin didn’t know what else to say. And before she could think of anything, his warm mouth was closing around her tight nipple.

Trin clenched her hands into fists, trying to brace herself. By now her breasts were so full and achy that even a soft breeze blowing across her nipples would have hurt. So she didn’t see how letting Thrace suck them could be anything but excruciating. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and tried to get ready for the pain.