Текст книги "Enslaved"

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“But you do.” It was a statement, not a question. “I’m a male and you should want nothing to do with me. You shouldn’t want to spread your thighs for me and let me lap your soft little cunt until you come all over my face.”

“Thrace…” She hitched in a breath and crossed her legs under the scarlet dress, pressing her thighs together. Already her nipples were tight and achy and her pussy was throbbing and he’d done nothing but talk to her about what he wanted to do.

No…what he’s going to do, Trin told herself and knew it was so.

“But you’re going to let me anyway, aren’t you, baby?” he murmured. “You’re going to open for me and let me taste you…let me get you nice and wet so I can slide that shaft deep into your hot little pussy.”

“I…yes. I guess so.” Goddess, what was it about him? Why did he affect her so intensely?

“Come here then.” He pulled her towards him gently and leaned down to kiss her. Trin moved her head so that his lips fell on the corner of her mouth.

“Wait—now? But the feast isn’t until tonight.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’ve got something else you want to do—want to visit the ornamental gardens or suck some more dream gas bubbles from the fountain?”

“Well…no.” Trin looked down at her hands.

“Look at me.” He lifted her chin gently and looked into her eyes. “I want to take my time with you, baby. Want to open you and kiss you and taste you until you’re as hot as you can possibly be before I put that damn phallus inside you. That takes time, especially when you’re all keyed up and nervous.”

“Well…” Trin sighed. “All right, I guess. So…how do we start?”

“Slowly,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “Slowly…with just a kiss.”

“A kiss? Like this?” Daring greatly, Trin leaned up and touched her lips to his, initiating a kiss between them for the first time.

Thrace growled in approval at her newfound boldness. He kissed her back, eagerly but gently, parting her lips with his and teasing her delicately with his tongue. Showing her, perhaps, the way he planned to penetrate her.

Her heart started beating faster at the thought and she would have pulled away from the kiss but Thrace ended it first.

“That was nice,” he murmured. “But that wasn’t exactly where I meant to kiss you.”

“You…you mean…”

Slowly, he nodded. “Remember how I kissed you when I offered you obeisance?”

“Yes,” Trin whispered.

“Well, I thought we could start slowly. Like that.”

“Okay.” She lifted her chin and tried to sound calm. She had committed herself to doing this and she wasn’t about to back out now. “So…do you need me standing up?” she asked.

Thrace shook his head. “First I need you naked. It’s going to be hard to get to you with all the lace and frills in the way.” He flicked at the red dress she’d put on that morning contemptuously.

“Completely naked?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded.

“All right…”Trin felt reluctant, even though he’d seen her in that state the night before. And you slept naked in his arms, reminded the little voice in her head helpfully. Don’t forget that. You might as well just strip down and stop making such a big deal about it.

Stiffening her resolve, she started to do exactly that, but Thrace intervened.

“Let me, Mistress,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. Trin let him and he helped her off with the red, flouncy dress and tossed it carelessly on the back of a chair. In a way, it was a relief to get it off—the lace on that particular dress was extremely itchy. But now Trin felt cold and exposed. She had the urge to try and cover herself with her hands but instead she stood there, her back straight, trying not to shiver.

Thrace seemed to know what was wrong because instead of starting at once, he pulled her into a warm embrace, wrapping his muscular arms around her and holding her close to his broad chest.

The minute their bodies connected and his warm, spicy scent filled her nose, Trin felt an immediate easing of the anxiety that had threatened to overwhelm her.

“Mmm,” she murmured, pressing her cheek to the hollow of his throat and inhaling deeply. “I love the way you smell. I’ve never smelled anything like your scent before.”

“No one has,” Thrace murmured. “You’re smelling my bonding scent—the Kindred have it too. It’s a trait we share with them.”

“Bonding scent?” She frowned up at him.

“A special scent our bodies produce to draw a chosen female to us. Don’t worry,” he said lightly. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to try and bond you to me. It just means I want you…want to do this badly. To pleasure you. To worship your body with mine.”

“Oh, Thrace…” His soft words affected her deeply because she could hear the sincerity in his tone. He really wanted to bring her pleasure and to help her through this ordeal. This wasn’t just a business transaction or paying off a debt—the big Havoc cared for her in a way that went beyond any of that.

And maybe you care for him too, whispered a little voice in her head. Maybe you…love him? But that was ridiculous—a daughter of Zetta Prime couldn’t love a male. She just felt close to him because they were in a tight situation and he was her only ally. Right?

“Mistress…” He cupped her cheek in one gentle hand and looked down into her eyes. “May I offer you obeisance again? May I kiss between your thighs and bring you pleasure?”

“Yes,” Trin whispered and this time there was no hesitation…no guilt. She wanted to feel his mouth on her again, as she had the night before. And she trusted him to be gentle, to not hurt or rush her. He had said he wanted to take his time…she was willing to let him.

“Lie down then.” Thrace arranged her at the end of the sleeping platform so that her lower legs hung over the side. He got one of the long bolster pillows and put it on the floor in front of her.

Trin propped herself up on her elbows and watched his preparations with a fast beating heart.

“For my knees,” he explained, when he saw her watching. “I plan to be here a long time and the floor gets damn hard after awhile.”

“Oh,” she whispered. Now that she was out of his arms, not pressed to his chest, the uncertainty was beginning to creep in again. Thrace seemed to sense that because he knelt before her and leaned forward to wrap his long arms around her waist. He wasn’t between her legs, just to one side of her, yet the warmth of his big body seemed to surround her and calm her down again.

“It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, rubbing his warm, scratchy cheek against her belly. “Just relax. Relax and let me make you feel good.”

At his urging, Trin allowed herself to lay back against the sleeping platform. Thrace had placed several pillows for her head as well, so that she could be elevated enough to see exactly what he was doing.

He knelt before her, his hands on her upper thighs and met her gaze.

“Slowly,” he murmured. “Gently. I just want to offer you my obeisance, Mistress.”

“All right…” At his urging, Trin allowed her thighs to drift apart. Thrace settled between them, his broad shoulders splitting her wide.

“Gods,” he murmured hoarsely, his eyes flicking over her wet core. “So fucking beautiful.” He inhaled. “And your scent is so delicious. It will be a pleasure to worship you with my mouth, my lady.” He ran his big, warm hands up her thighs and framed her pussy with his long fingers. Then slowly, reverently, he parted her swollen outer lips with his thumbs, revealing her inner folds.

Trin was embarrassed to see that she was already glistening with honey. Apparently no matter what the judgmental little voice in her head said, her body wanted this—wanted it badly.

“Thrace…” She bit her lip, tensing her thighs.

“Just a kiss at first,” he reminded her soothingly. “Just an obeisance. But I need you to be open so that I can kiss you properly. As you were last night, remember?”

The reminder that they had already done this the night before put Trin somewhat at ease.

“All right,” she whispered, feeling some of the tension in her legs ease. Thrace must have felt it too because he leaned forward and nuzzled her inner thigh very gently with his cheek.

Trin moaned softly at the scratch of his stubble against her tender flesh. It felt good—as though he was igniting her nerves, getting her ready for the fire he was going to set with his mouth.

“So fucking gorgeous,” she heard him mutter hoarsely, and then he kissed her as softly as he had the night before.

As it had been last night, the kiss was soft and reverent…but this one was much deeper. This time she didn’t sense that he was trying to hold back from licking or tasting her. She felt his tongue, hot and wet and eager, press fully against her open slit as he kissed her. The sensation sent shivers of desire through her whole body and she trembled under his mouth, her nipples tightening into tight points of pure desire.

When he pulled back, his mouth was already wet and shiny with her juices. His eyes were half-lidded, almost drugged with need.

“Gods, Mistress…” He licked his lips, his voice a hoarse growl. “You’re so delicious. Did that feel good?”

“You know it did.” Trin found that her hips were thrusting, making little wanting motions towards his mouth that she didn’t seem to have any control over. Now that she’d finally felt his tongue on her in this most sensitive area, her body was going into overdrive. “I need more,” she confessed, half ashamed but unable to deny her need.

“I do too. So much more.” His eyes blazed. “Are you ready to let me kiss you deeper now? To spread your pussy open and taste your clit?”

Trin bit her lip. “All right,” she whispered. “Yes, I…I want that.”

“Good. Relax, Mistress.” He stroked her thighs again soothingly though his eyes were still filled with lust. “Let me pay a special obeisance to the center of your pleasure.”

Trin watched as he spread her even wider, his broad shoulders pressing against her inner thighs and his thumbs opening her until there were no secrets left. Her inner pussy was berry dark and wet with honey and the little button of her clit stood out prominently, throbbing with need, as though begging for his special attention.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, and bent to kiss her again.

This time he concentrated directly on her clit, placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the swollen little bump and tracing it gently with the tip of his tongue.

Trin gasped as jagged spikes of pleasure flashed through her and then he sucked the sensitive little bundle of nerves into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue, licking until she couldn’t hold still, couldn’t keep her hips from moving up to meet him. A sensation was building inside her…a need that was filling her up. As he continued to lick and suck her clit, her breath began coming harder and faster and she knew she was getting close.

“Thrace…” she moaned, her hips bucking to his rhythm. “Oh, Goddess…that feels…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, pulling away to Trin’s disappointment. “And you’re already getting close—I can feel it in the way you’re tensing up.”

“Yes,” she admitted, halfway ashamed. Goddess, he hadn’t even been kissing her pussy for two minutes and already she was almost at the peak!

“That’s good—I love that you’re so turned on. So close. But I don’t want you to come yet.” Thrace kissed her inner thigh gently. “Not until I’m ready to put the shaft inside you. The hotter you are, the easier it’ll be to get it in. But first, I need to lick you open.”

Trin felt her breath catch in her throat.

“You mean, put your tongue…”

“Deep in your pussy, yes baby,” he murmured, kissing her other thigh. “So I need you to lean back and open yourself just as wide as you can. Remember, the deeper I can get inside you, the easier it will be later when you need to wear the phallus.”

“All right.”

Trin bit her lip. This was it. In a moment, she could no longer call herself one of the Unpenetrated. And yet, though she felt some trepidation and, far in the back of her mind, deep guilt, the emotion that was strongest was need…desire. She wanted to feel him in her, even though she knew she shouldn’t. “Thrace,” she whispered. “Please…”

“I know what you need, baby,” he murmured. “And I’m going to give it to you…all of it. But I need you even more open…like this.” He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, raising her hips and supporting her with his hands under her bottom.

“Oh…” Trin was surprised at how much more open this new position made her. Her pelvis was tilted up now, giving the big Havoc direct access to her entrance.

“Gods, this part of your body is so sweet and soft,” Thrace murmured. Leaning down, he traced the opening to her body—which was still tightly shut—very gently with the tip of his tongue.

Trin gasped and shivered. In me. Oh Goddess, he’s going to go inside me now!

But he didn’t. Instead he looked into her eyes while he leaned down to kiss her clit again. When he looked up he said, “You’re not ready yet.”

“But…I thought you said I was.”

“You almost are.” He kissed her little pearl once more, making her shiver. “Before I do this, before I penetrate you, I want to give you a little more pleasure. Or rather, I want you to pleasure yourself on me.”

“What…what do you mean?” Trin’s voice came out high and breathless—she couldn’t help it.

“I mean, I’m going to press my tongue against your pussy and hold it there—just hold it steady. And you work yourself against me—rub your soft little cunt into my face. Get right up to the edge but don’t come…not yet.”

“I…don’t know about this.” Trin felt uncertain.

“You can do it.” Thrace licked her slowly, letting the tip of his tongue tease delicately around her entrance and even dip down to press very lightly against her there, almost entering her for a moment before pulling back. “Use me for your pleasure, Mistress. Make me earn your approval,” he growled softly.

Trin understood what he was doing—putting her in control of the situation. Letting her take things as far as she wanted them to go before he finally took over again. She loved how he was able to mix things up—to make her feel strong and powerful in one moment when he called her “Mistress” and soft and protected the next when she was suddenly “baby.” How could he switch so fluidly from one role to another? From the sexual dominant to the willing slave in a breath? He just seemed to know exactly what she needed from moment to moment—it was amazing. And also incredibly hot.

“All right,” she whispered and nodded.

Thrace nodded back and pressed the flat of his tongue hard against her open pussy, enveloping her in his heat and warmth, making her writhe against him involuntarily.

He gave a low groan when her hips began to move of their own volition and Trin felt the soft rasp of his scratchy cheeks against her inner thighs and the pleasure of his tongue rubbing against her sensitive clit. It sent sparks of pleasure through her entire body, making her feel like she was on fire.

She did it again, on purpose this time, rubbing against him, giving herself pleasure with his mouth as he had asked her to do, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge with each exquisite burst of friction.

She could feel herself getting hotter and wetter, her juices overflowing as she rubbed against him. Thrace moaned deep in his throat and his hands tightened on her ass, helping to push her up towards his face. It was clear he was enjoying this every bit as much as she was. Every once in a while she could feel him swallowing and knew he was drinking from her, tasting her honey right from the source. The knowledge made her even hotter and Trin fisted her hands in the bedspread on either side of her and rubbed harder, working her hips, riding his face shamelessly.

“Goddess,” she moaned. “Oh, please…”

Thrace had told her not to come but she couldn’t help herself—she was going to go over the edge. She could feel the orgasm coming, rising from inside her, waiting to crash over her in a hungry wave of sensation.

But just as she felt she was nearly at the edge of no return, he pulled his tongue away from her hungry clit and looked up at her.

“Now you’re ready,” he murmured. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he split her even wider and leaned down to thrust his tongue deep into her soft, unprotected pussy entrance.

“Ahhh!” Trin gasped aloud as she felt his hot, wet tongue slide into her. With one swift move, he had penetrated her almost to the core and yet, she felt no pain—none at all. There was only the pleasure of feeling him inside her. Amazed at the sensation, she bucked up against him, helping him as he tongue-fucked her as deeply as he could, thrusting hard into her aching core.

Goddess, it felt amazing. Nothing like what she’d been warned would happen if she ever allowed herself to be penetrated. There was no pain at all. True, she was a little tight and uncertain at first but as he licked her deeper and deeper, she felt herself begin to loosen up, to open to him and give him greater access to her most hidden and intimate places.

Thrace must have felt it too because he drew back yet again and looked up at her.

“Fingers now,” he murmured, holding up one large hand. “Just one to start with and then one more if you can tolerate it, baby. All right?”

“All right.” She was no longer Unpenetrated, Trin told herself. It should be all right to let him put his fingers inside her as well as his tongue. Although they did look awfully thick…

“It’s all right, baby,” he murmured, obviously reading the uncertainty on her face. “I licked you nice and deep—you’ll be able to open now.”

Trin decided to trust him.

“Okay,” she whispered, making an effort to relax. “Go ahead. Just…go slow.”

“Always, baby,” he reassured her in a low rumble. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

Then he leaned down to lick and sucked her clit again. At the same time, Trin felt his fingertip teasing gently around her entrance, just as his tongue had earlier. She moaned softly as it slipped inside her, just a little way at first and then deeper, as he searched for the end of her channel. She relaxed when she realized she felt no pain and she barely even gasped when he slipped a second finger in, filling her tight sheath in a way it had never been filled before.

“All right, baby?” Thrace asked, looking up from his licking as he fucked gently in and out of her pussy with the two thick fingers. “Feels all right?”

“Feels…different,” Trin admitted with a breathless moan. “I’ve never… I mean, it feels good.” It did, too. The blunt ends of his fingertips pressing against the end of her channel, the sensation of her body being stretched around his…it seemed to wake up nerves she hadn’t known she possessed and those nerves were all about pleasure. “Feels…amazing.”

“You like it when I finger-fuck your soft little pussy?” Thrace’s eyes were half-lidded with desire. “You like it when I fill you with my fingers and make you moan?”

“I…I do,” Trin admitted, rolling her hips in time with his rhythm. “I didn’t…didn’t think it was possible that this would actually feel good but…oh Goddess,” she moaned as he pressed deep inside her. “It does, Thrace—it really does!”

“Because your sweet little pussy needs it. Needs to be fucked. Needs to be opened,” he growled, his eyes glowing silver with need. “Gods it makes me so hot to watch you lean back and take it like this, lean back and open yourself for my fingers and tongue.”

“Thrace!” As always the dirty words spoken in his low, growling voice seemed to set off something inside her. “Please, I’m close…so close.”

“I know you are, baby and I’m going to make you come. But when you do, it’s going to be with the shaft inside you.”

“It is?” Trin felt a surge of trepidation. “But I thought you said you wouldn’t put it in until after I came.”

“Change of plans,” he growled. “I think you need to watch it slide inside you and get used to it before you start coming. Having an orgasm is going to cause you to tighten up a little—better you should tighten with it inside you to start with than for me to try and put it in while you’re all clenched up from pleasure.”

“Okay.” Trin nodded—she had to admit what he said made sense.

He pulled back for a moment and reached for the light blue bag. Slowly he withdrew the double ended phallus. Trin bit her lip so hard she tasted blood when he turned the deep red end towards her. Oh Goddess, was she really going through with this? Thrace’s tongue had been soft and gentle and his fingers had been thick but pleasurable, but they were part of him—part of the male she trusted. This thing was cold and ungiving and foreign. She didn’t want to feel it sliding inside her, filling her as Thrace had with his fingers and tongue.

But what choice did she have?

“Slowly,” he murmured, as if reading her thoughts. “Gently, Mistress. You know I won’t hurt you.”

He had unwound his arms from around her thighs but he was still between them, his broad shoulders keeping her spread wide apart…open…and vulnerable.

Trin jumped and gasped when he pressed the rounded red tip of the phallus against her entrance but Thrace didn’t try to thrust it in right away. Instead he waited, just holding it in place, letting her get used to the feel of it rubbing against her.

To her surprise it wasn’t cold and hard as she had feared. The heart’s blood stone was warm as blood and while not exactly soft, it was at least very smooth and silky to touch.

“There, see?” Thrace raised an eyebrow at her. “It’s not so bad, right?”

“I…guess not,” Trin whispered. “It’s bigger than I thought it was, though.”

“Only a little bigger than my two fingers,” he murmured reassuringly. “I’m going to slide it into you slowly, Mistress. And while I do, I’m going to stroke your sweet little clit. You just let yourself open up and ride it for me—take it in deep and slow. Let me penetrate you and when you’re ready, let yourself come.”

Those forbidden words spoken in his deep, soft voice seemed to do something to her insides. Trin felt like she was melting from the waist down and for a moment she actually wished it was Thrace’s shaft that would be sliding deep into her pussy rather than the heart’s blood phallus.

Don’t be ridiculous, whispered the little voice in her head fiercely. You know that can never be. It would be a slap in the face of the Goddess! Blasphemy!

Trin pushed the thought away. She didn’t want to feel guilty right now. She just wanted to give in to the sensations Thrace was giving her, give in to the pleasure of letting him touch her and taste her and fill her completely.

As if reading her feelings on her face, Thrace began to push the carved phallus gently into her open pussy. At the same time, the broad pad of his fingertip began a slow, caressing slide along the side of her swollen clit.

“Gently, baby,” he murmured, stroking her until Trin felt sparks of pleasure shooting through her entire body. “Watch the shaft enter you. Watch it open that hot little pussy.”

“Thrace…” she moaned softly as he slid another thick inch inside her.

“Yes, baby? Does it feel all right?”

“Feels good,” Trin admitted. “Feels…better than all right.”

“Just wait until it’s all the way in you.” He pressed in deeper, his fingertip on her clit beginning to speed up. “Wait until you feel it all the way inside you, hitting the back of your channel, filling you up completely.”

“Will….will it be good?” Trin gasped, her eyes locked with his as he pressed the shaft deeper into her.

“So good,” Thrace promised. “Better than my fingers…but not as good as my cock.”

“Your…you mean if you…”

“If I fucked you for real?” His voice was a deep, lustful growl. “If you allowed yourself to be truly penetrated, Mistress?”

“But I wouldn’t…I couldn’t…” The forbidden thought was deeply distressing. All the same, her body wasn’t coming down from the physical high he was giving her. In fact, if anything the illicit idea was making her heart race faster and her breath come harder.

“I know…” Thrace’s eyes were on her, watching her reactions, no doubt judging what she was feeling, gauging how much she wanted to hear. “But just imagine what it would be like,” he murmured, pressing the phallus deeper into her. “Imagine looking down and seeing my cock sliding into your wet, open pussy…filling you…stretching you like this little thing can’t.” He nodded contemptuously at the heart’s blood phallus which was more than halfway inside her right now.

“Imagine the two of us being so close—imagine me inside you, my arms wrapped around you while you sat on my lap and lowered yourself down, taking me in…taking me at your own pace but taking me deep when you were ready. So fucking deep, baby. All…the way…to the end.”

As he spoke, Trin felt the head of the heart’s blood shaft kiss the mouth of her womb and she threw back her head and moaned, feeling her pussy contract around the hard shaft inside her.

“See how good it can feel?” Thrace murmured, his eyes never leaving her face. “Gods, look at your little pussy all stretched open around that shaft. Imagine if that was me, filling you up, getting ready to fuck you so deep…to come deep inside you.”

“Stop!” Trin gasped. “Oh, Goddess, you know…you know that’s so wrong.”

But if it was really so wrong, why did her body react so strongly to his hot, dirty words? Why did her hips roll up to meet him…why did her pleasure suddenly reach a peak and explode, making her cry out and ball her hands into fists as her toes curled and her back arched? Why did she come so hard, her pussy gripping the carved heart’s blood phallus and why did she wish so much that it had been Thrace’s shaft that made her come?

“That’s right, baby,” she heard him said in a low, hungry growl. “That’s right, come for me. Just let yourself go and come for me.”

Trin had no choice. She couldn’t stop herself—didn’t want to stop herself. She just wanted to ride the crest of pleasure as it washed her away and let her throbbing body explode in a rush of light as Thrace stroked her and talked to her. She just wanted to let go and come for him.

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