Текст книги "Enslaved"
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Chapter Twenty-four
At last the pleasure seemed to ease and Trin began to float slowly down from the intense orgasm she’d had. Still between her legs, Thrace watched her face for signs that she was coming back to herself.
Gods, she was beautiful when she came! He couldn’t help replaying the moment of her orgasm in his mind. The way her hands had fisted and her toes had curled—her back arching and her breathing coming in long, breathless moans. Her eyes squeezed shut and her full breasts heaving, her nipples tight points of desire as dark as ripe, luscious berries. And the sight of the heart’s blood phallus buried deep in her pussy—invading her, opening her in the way he wanted to do himself—was incredibly hot.
So hot that he had come himself at the same time, just from opening her and the slight friction of rubbing against the side of the sleeping platform as he watched her lose control. And as he came, he felt something inside himself changing—shifting irrevocably onto a new path.
He had reached what some Havoc called the Crux—the point of no return.
Coming together like that with her sweet honey still on his lips had been what tipped him over the edge, and Thrace knew it. The Crux was what all Havoc males feared and tried to avoid. The irrevocable commitment of mind, body, and soul to a female. It didn’t always happen when a Havoc broke his vow not to seek bonding with a female and gave his heart but when it did, it was undeniable and completely irreversible.
He’d thought he was lost before but now…now he really was. With the Crux reached, he was completely hers in every way. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to be sorry for it. He was more concerned about Trin.
He wondered if he had gone too far, speaking his fantasies aloud to her while she was on the brink of coming. And yet, his forbidden words hadn’t seemed to dampen her desire. If anything, it seemed she had come harder and faster once he started talking, started telling her what he wished he could do to her.
“Thrace?” Her soft voice drew his attention from the blood red phallus still inside her up to her face.
“Yes?” He looked up at her and saw an expression of uncertainty on her lovely features. “What’s wrong, baby?” he murmured.
“It’s still in me.” She nodded down at the phallus. “Can you…take it out?”
“Of course.” He slid the phallus out smoothly and laid it back on the velvet bag. Then, seeing that she needed reassurance, he got on the bed beside her and took her in his arms. “Everything okay?”
“Now it is.” She nuzzled against him, pressing her soft cheek to his chest and inhaling deeply, taking in his scent. “How do you always know just how to calm me down? How to make me feel good?” she murmured.
He wondered if he should tell her. Let her know what had happened just now—that he had reached the Crux when they came together.
“I’m attuned to you now,” he said, trying to keep it simple. “My body is in sync with yours. It knows what you need and strives to give it to you.”
“What does that mean…attuned?” Trin whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest again. He loved the feel of her in his arms—the way she curled against him so trustingly.
“It means, Mistress, that you’ve broken through my barriers,” he rumbled, looking down at her. “Though it is not the Havoc way, my body is preparing to bond with yours—to tie us together forever.”
“What? But in order to bond with me you’d have to—” Trin tried to push away from him but he wouldn’t let her.
“Take it easy, Trin. Yes, in order to bond with you I’d have to penetrate you and fill you with my seed. But you know I’m not going to do that. I’m just telling you what my body is preparing for. That doesn’t mean it’s going to get what it wants.”
He tried to keep his voice light—to not let her immediate anxiety about the idea of being bound to him hurt him. She doesn’t want to bond with any male, he reminded himself sternly. It’s not just you.
“But…you wouldn’t really want to do that to me, would you? I mean, physically, sure but not cognitively?” she asked, still looking panicked. “I mean, if what the slaver at the Flesh Bazaar said, that would half your lifetime and you don’t want that.”
“That’s not exactly how it works,” he said, frowning. “But no—I don’t want that. Not if you don’t.”
“You know how I feel about it,” Trin said quickly. “I agreed to let you use your…your tongue and fingers. And the phallus. Nothing else.”
“Nothing else,” Thrace echoed. “And that was what I did—I kept strictly to the rules you laid down, Mistress. I would never penetrate you if you were unwilling to be penetrated. I have sworn as much to you before.”
“All right. Well then…”
“I was simply telling you why I know how to comfort you…why I know what your body needs almost before you need it. It’s because my body is attuned to yours—ready to do anything necessary to make you mine.”
“And this just happened? I mean, the way your body…wants mine?” She sounded uncertain but not quite as frightened which was good.
Thrace sighed. “We call it the Crux—the point of no return. It’s been coming on for a while—I knew it but I couldn’t seem to stop it. Sucking your nipples last night and making you come, then holding you in my arms as we slept…all of that contributed. And now, licking you and touching you…tasting your honey right from the source…penetrating you with the shaft… All of that and watching you come made me so fucking hot that I came too. That last was probably the trigger.” He shook his head. “And now I know I’m lost.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, I’m yours, Mistress. I would do anything for you…and hold nothing back.”
He meant it too—he hoped she could see it in his eyes. There was nothing he wouldn’t do, nothing he wouldn’t give. She had been his mistress in name only before this, but something had changed when she trusted herself to him, when she allowed him to penetrate her with his tongue and taste her honey right from the source. And when he came with her, his fate was sealed and the Crux was reached.
Now there was no longer any pretense about it—she truly was his mistress and would be always, even if they concluded this deal and he never saw her again. He was hers—her slave in spirit and body as well as in name. Truly, it was the worst thing that could happen to a Havoc and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to feel upset about it.
We do not bond, he thought, stroking her hair as he looked into her lovely dark eyes. But oh, Mistress…oh, Trin…if only you would let me I would do it—I would bond you to me, bind us together forever as one…
Trin seemed to understand his meaning because her eyes grew wide and a soft “Oh…” escaped her lips. “Thrace,” she murmured, looking up at him. “Thrace, I—”
“Well, isn’t this a touching scene.”
The new voice in the room made both of them jump. Thrace was up in a heartbeat, looking around for the intruder, ready to defend his female.
“I’m here.” The blue viewscreen flickered, showing the face of Lady Tam-tam looking at them.
“What in the Seven Hells?” Thrace got between the screen and Trin, trying to hide her nakedness.
“Don’t bother yelling at me, slave—these rooms aren’t wired for sound,” their hostess said. “Dear me, no! I like to give my guests some privacy. I just wanted to tell you that I quite enjoyed the show you just put on and invite you to my private viewing room for a, ah…little proposition.”
“Her private viewing room?” Trin looked at him and then frowned at the viewscreen. “Why does she want us there?”
“You can come at once,” Lady Tam-tam said, before Thrace could speculate. “And please keep things quiet—I don’t want everyone knowing about my little viewing hobby.” She giggled like a naughty school girl. “Just follow these directions…” A set of complicated directions that seemed to involve a lot of back passages and hidden staircases flashed up on the screen. “And I’ll see you in a few minutes. Bye!”
The screen went dark and Lady Tam-tam was gone.
* * * * *
“What does she want with us? And was she really watching everything we did just now?” Trin felt sick with embarrassment at the thought. She knew cognitively that they were under surveillance but knowing it and having it rubbed in her face were two different things. For some reason since it wasn’t night time and the viewscreen hadn’t been glowing blue she’d thought they had complete privacy. Apparently not, whispered the little voice in her brain sarcastically.
“I don’t think we have a choice.” Thrace frowned, his face like a thundercloud. He looked at her. “I think we have to go.”
“I think so too,” Trin admitted. “Um…just let me get dressed.”
“I need to change too.” He looked down at the black loincloth which was sticking to him. “Need to get cleaned up.”
Trin bit her lip as she saw the evidence of what he’d said—that he had come at the same time she did and it had somehow tied him to her. I’m attuned to you now, he’d said. You’ve broken through my barriers.
How had she done that? And was it a good thing or a bad thing that it had happened?
Before she could answer her own question, Thrace was getting off the bed and going to the fresher to change into a new pair of black leather slave trousers. Trin huddled on the bed, still thinking.
He had admitted he wanted to bond with her—and had further admitted that in order to form such a bond he would have to penetrate her with his shaft and come inside her. Of course, he had promised not to do that, but still, just the fact that he wanted to made her uneasy.
Is that what’s really making you nervous? asked the snarky little voice in her head. Or is it the fact that the idea of him penetrating you with his shaft doesn’t seem so horrifying or awful as it once did? Admit it, Trin—when he was whispering how he wanted to fill you with himself, it was making you incredibly hot. So hot it made you come with that damn phallus inside you!
She blushed with shame at the memory but not all the blood rushing to her cheeks was due to guilt. She had to confess to herself that some of it was sexual desire—the forbidden image Thrace had put into her head still made her hot, no matter how hard she tried to push it away.
She was still huddled in the center of the sleeping platform in a ball when the big Havoc came back into the room looking clean and refreshed.
“Mistress?” He frowned at her. “Are you all right?”
“I…I’m fine,” Trin lied.
“No, you’re not. What is it? Why aren’t you ready?” He sat beside her on the bed and put a hand on her knee.
“I…” Trin sat up, her nerves tingling from his touch. “I just…”
“Oh, I see the problem.” Her thighs had fallen open when she sat up and Thrace looked between her legs with half-lidded eyes.
“What problem?” Trin looked down at herself and saw to her deep embarrassment that her bare pussy and inner thighs were still wet and slippery with her juices.
“How can you get ready if I haven’t done my duty and cleaned you up as a good slave should?” Thrace rumbled. “Forgive me, Mistress—allow me to make amends.”
“You…you don’t have to. I don’t—”
Before she could finish he was crouched between her legs, lapping her inner thighs with long, slow strokes of his hot, wet tongue.
“Thrace!” she protested. “You don’t have to do that!”
“Of course, I do.” He looked up for a moment, his eyes blazing. “It was remiss of me not to do it earlier. A good slave always cleans his Mistress after giving her pleasure.”
“We don’t have time for this. We have to go,” Trin protested. She tangled her fingers in his thick, blue-black hair, wanting to push him away but somehow she couldn’t seem to do it. His tongue on her skin felt too good…too right.
Thrace put a hand on her trembling belly and stroked her soothingly.
“Lay back, Mistress and let me tend to you,” he murmured. “It will only take a moment and then we’ll get you dressed and ready to go.”
I shouldn’t…And yet somehow, she was.
Uncertainly, Trin allowed herself to relax back against the pillows and watch as he spread her legs wide for the second time and went to work again, cleaning the honey from her thighs with long, slow strokes of his tongue. He cleaned them thoroughly and then lapped her pussy as well, dragging the flat of his tongue over her swollen outer lips gently but firmly, making her squirm and moan.
“Thrace,” she whispered breathlessly. “You really don’t have to…”
“But I want to.” He looked up and, catching her eyes with his, parted her cleft with his thumbs. “Have to clean you everywhere, Mistress,” he murmured and gave her a long, slow lick that started at the entrance of her pussy and ended at the top of her slit.
Trin jumped and moaned as his hot tongue dragged over the tender bump of her clit. She knew she shouldn’t let him do this. Earlier it had been necessary—she’d had to let him lick her in order to loosen her up enough to take the phallus inside her pussy. But she had no such excuse now—no excuse but that she loved the feel of his hot mouth between her thighs.
Goddess, what was happening to her? Surely it was wrong to lie there and let the big Havoc clean her with his tongue as if it was normal and right. And yet, she couldn’t seem to help herself or ask him to stop. She could only lay there and watch as he stroked his tongue over her open pussy time and again, as if he was trying to get every last drop of her honey.
“There,” Thrace murmured at last, sitting back just when she was beginning to throb and ache again with renewed need. “I think you’re clean now, Mistress. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll go see Lady Tam-tam.”
“All…all right,” Trin whispered faintly. “Let’s…do that. Let’s go.”
She allowed Thrace to find another dress for her—this one deep green with white lace—and put it on her. Then, still feeling slightly dazed as well as hot and swollen between her thighs, she and Thrace followed the complicated directions to Lady Tam-tam’s viewing room.
Chapter Twenty-five
“Come in, my dears. Do come in.” Lady Tam-tam ushered them into a small, plush room decorated with many priceless little knickknacks arranged in shelves hung on the deep red walls. It had two overstuffed chairs and a blazepit in one corner where a small fire crackled softly, giving the light a soft, reddish tinge. The room was carpeted in long, white fur that moved in swirling patterns as if in response to some unseen current.
Trin thought it looked like a lady’s private refreshment room—one she could go to in order to get away from the rest of the world and just relax with a hot libation and some fanciful reading material. Well—three fourths of the room looked that way, anyway. In contrast to the rest of the snug little parlor, large viewscreens lined one of the walls. Under them was placed a complicated looking control panel. The sleek technology clashed with the cozy comfort of the rest of the room, making it seem strange and out of place.
“Do take off your shoes please,” Lady Tam-tam said before Trin had barely taken a step. “You have to be gentle with the Pompa fur rug. It’s alive, you know and it doesn’t take harsh treatment well.”
“Alive?” Trin looked down at the soft white fur as she slipped off the ridiculously high heels that went with her dress. When she stepped into it barefoot, she sank in up to her ankles. It was like walking on silk that massaged her feet with every step but she didn’t love the idea of walking on a living organism.
“Oh, yes indeed! And it’s very delicate.” Lady Tam-tam frowned. “In fact, someone must have been walking all over the poor thing with shoes on last night. See this?” She pointed to a spot in front of the control panel where the white fur was matted and trampled as though someone with heavy boots had stood on it. “One of the cleaning slaves no doubt. I’ll have to speak sharply to them later.”
“I see…” Trin frowned but she was looking at the control panel, not the Pompa fur rug. There were several knobs that seemed to have nothing to do with the viewscreens but they were labeled with colors rather than words. She saw blue, green, scarlet, white, yellow, orange, pink…and black. What could it mean?
“I see you’re admiring my viewscreens,” Lady Tam-tam said, mistaking where Trin was looking. “Indeed, they’re most useful. This one corresponds to Dreaming Suite One.” She pointed to the viewscreen on the far right of the viewing wall. “This one is Dreaming Suite Two…” She motioned to the middle screen. “And this is Suite Three. Four and Five are hardly ever used.”
“Wait—that’s our room.” Trin motioned to the middle screen which showed nothing but an empty room.
“Indeed it is,” Lady Tam-tam said tartly. “And I was preparing to ask you to leave it before the little show the two of you put on just now.”
“So…you really were watching us?” Trin felt the familiar burn of embarrassment as the blood rushed to her cheeks.
“Of course I was. I watch all the guests in my Dreaming Suites.” Lady Tam-tam settled herself in a plush chair before the control panel. “Look—this is Lady Needra and her love-slave Yorth last night.” She pushed a button and the image on viewscreen one blurred for a moment.
When it came back into focus, Trin was shocked to see the blonde mistress on her hands and knees in the center of the vast bed with her slave behind her. He was gripping her hips and thrusting—clearly shoving his shaft as deeply into her pussy as he could and Lady Needra was loving every minute of it. She moaned silently and thrust back against him, trying to take him as deep as possible.
“He’s fucking her,” Thrace said flatly. “Thought you people didn’t believe in letting a male do that to a female here.”
“Well we don’t, not officially, anyway.” Lady Tam-tam giggled. “But look, he’s not just fucking her. He’s breeding her. Watch.” She gestured to the screen.
To Trin’s dismay, she saw the muscular slave stop thrusting and press deeply into his mistress. He held rigidly still, his fingers white as he gripped her hips, almost as though he was pulsing inside her.
Coming—oh my Goddess, he’s actually coming inside her! The ultimate blasphemy! The worst shame imaginable! she thought numbly as the slave pulled out, giving a clear view of his cum dripping from his mistress’s pussy.
“Such a chance she’s taking” Lady Tam-tam tittered. “You know she isn’t on any sort of contraception. But of course, that’s what makes her little display so much fun—the risk.”
It was risky indeed—if Needra got pregnant with a male child there was no way to deny that she had made love with a male. Like the Daughters of Zetta Prime, the Yonnites went to contraception centers and chose to have only female children.
Trin was shocked by the blatant display, but somehow the sight didn’t sicken her as it should have. Instead, she suddenly had a mental image of herself and Thrace in the same positions. The forbidden mental picture started a tingling and throbbing between her thighs and at the tips of her breasts. She shut her legs tightly and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to push the disturbing image away.
“There, you see?” Lady Tam-tam said. “Lady Needra always gives a stellar performance—that’s the reason she’s forever welcome here and gets a Dreaming Suite every time she comes.”
“We see,” Thrace rumbled. “But what about us?”
“I’ll show you—let me run back the feed.”
Lady Tam-tam pushed more buttons and the middle viewscreen whizzed into life as the empty room blurred to static. After a moment, their hostess pressed another button and the screen was filled with a new image—Thrace lying on the bed with Trin curled up beside him, naked, her head pillowed on his broad chest.
“Oh no, that’s too far. That’s from last night. A very disappointing performance!” Lady Tam-tam muttered, frowning at Trin. “I don’t believe you did a thing after allowing your slave to touch you and suck your breasts. Oh, besides a few kisses between your thighs that weren’t even very deep.”
“I—” Trin started to say but something stopped her. It was hard to tell in the dark room, but it seemed as if the image had suddenly gotten darker and more hazy. Almost as if some kind of black mist had filled the air over the sleeping platform and settled down on the sleeping forms of herself and Thrace.
“What’s that?” Thrace rumbled, obviously seeing the same thing.
“Dream gas of some kind.” Lady Tam-tam frowned. “But…” She looked at the time signature at the bottom of the screen. “This was after I had gone to bed. So who could have administered it?”
“I know who,” Thrace growled. He was staring at the trampled place on the carpet—the spot where Trin had thought it looked like someone with boots had been standing. She exchanged glances with him.
“Lord X—he knew about my nightmare. He did this!”
“Nonsense—he has no idea where this room is.” Lady Tam-tam waved a bejewled hand dismissively. “Only a select few do, you know. And besides, he’s much too well mannered to do such a thing.”
“I think you’re wrong,” Trin said. “But why would you have a way to slip dream gas into the rooms anyway?”
“To provoke a response of course—mostly sexual,” Lady Tam-tam snapped. “Why do you think these rooms are called ‘Dreaming Suites?’ But I don’t administer the gas lightly. And in your case, I didn’t at all. I was hoping for a real performance—not an artificial one brought on by the gas.”
“Well, someone gassed us,” Trin said accusingly. “And I’m still betting it was Lord X.” She watched the viewscreen. Clearly she had only taken a small breath of the gas before burying her face in Thrace’s side. He, however, had breathed in the black mist deeply. Despite that, it was Trin who started thrashing, her sleeping face filled with agony and fear.
Trin watched, horrified and fascinated. Though there was no sound, she could almost hear her own frightened moans.
“My nightmare!” she exclaimed. “The gas is what caused it—it was awful.”
“Fucking bad one, too,” Thrace growled from behind her. “Had a hell of a time getting you back to sleep. Do you…” He cleared his throat. “Do you remember what it was about now?”
“No…” Trin frowned. Stop it! Let him go! The words echoed in her mind along with a quick flash of someone—someone she knew?—being tied up and hurt. But then the image was gone as quickly as it had come. “No,” she repeated. “I don’t—it’s still a blank. I only know it was bad.”
“Probably better you don’t remember then,” he growled.
“Probably.” She shivered. “I don’t understand though—you can tell I barely got a whiff of the gas while you got a lot of it. But I was the one who had the nightmare. Why was that?”
“Simple—it wasn’t your nightmare,” Lady Tam-tam said. She nodded at Thrace. “It was his. Or else a bad memory turned into a nightmare.”
“But how did I get his nightmare or memory or whatever?” Trin demanded. She nodded at Thrace and noticed that the big Havoc was looking distinctly uncomfortable but he didn’t say anything.
“You’d had the white gas—the Truth gas earlier.” Lady Tam-tam sounded bored, as though this didn’t interest her at all. “And you were sleeping closely connected to him—naked in his arms. The skin-to-skin contact allowed his nightmare or past trauma to jump to you and you became the one who manifested it. However…” She sat up and stared at Trin sharply. “That isn’t what I brought you here to see. This is.”
She pushed some more buttons and once more the images on the screen blurred to static. In a moment they stopped and Trin was faced with the scene of herself lying at the end of the bed while Thrace knelt between her legs and kissed and licked her pussy.
“Goddess of Judgment,” she whispered, feeling as though she might faint. Somehow seeing what they had done together on the screen made the act she’d committed all the more real. She felt faint as she watched the big Havoc thrust two thick fingers deep inside her while he licked and sucked her clit. The sight filled her with shame but even worse, it filled her with desire. She could feel the tips of her breasts tingling and the area between her thighs where he had so lately licked and kissed her was throbbing and swollen with need.
“See? Very nice. Especially for your first time.” Lady Tam-tam turned to her, a small smile playing around her lips. “Oh yes, my dear Lady Trin—I know your true story. I got it all out of lady Malroth right after first meal. I know that you’re really from Zetta Prime and your Havoc is a slave of convenience in order to help you do business on Yonnie Six—not really a love-slave as you claimed.”
“Untrue,” Thrace interrupted in a deep growl. “That may have been the case when my lady first bought me but I am hers now, body and soul. I care for her deeply though, as a true daughter of Zetta Prime, she cannot return my emotions.”
“Is this so?” Lady Tam-tam frowned at Trin.
Trin drew herself up, embarrassment and rage warring within her. Rage won.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” she said icily. “But yes.”
Lady Tam-tam made a motion with one finger. “Go on.”
Trin clenched her hands into fists, trying to hold on to her temper.
“I bought Thrace to act as a prop so that I could make trade agreements with the mistresses of Yonnie Six,” she said. “Then he saved my life and I was going to set him free but he wouldn’t let me. He insisted on staying with me until I had earned back his slave price—fifty thousand credits.” For some reason the price echoed in her head, bothering her. But she didn’t have time to think why.
“Fifty thousand credits?” Lady Tam-tam raised an eyebrow. “My, that’s much too much to pay for a single slave.”
“It is,” Trin confessed. “But the slaver who was selling him had accused me to the security Crangs—because I punched him when he wouldn’t stop using the collar on Thrace. It was either pay his price or wind up on the auction block myself.” She cleared her throat. “Also, he was going to kill Thrace right in front of me. I paid the price to save both of us—I had no choice.”
“So…you paid that ridiculous price, doubtless using up your pitiful savings, and putting yourself in the red,” Lady Tam-tam said. “And now, according to Lady Malroth, you have a bundle of Jaxite crystals you want to unload in order to get into the black again.”
“Something like that,” Trin said coolly. “We don’t all live on a natural deposit of Dream Gas, my lady. I have to make a living somehow. However, as we have clearly failed here, Thrace and I will be happy to leave.” She gave a small, frosty bow and started to withdraw.
“Wait.” Lady Tam-tam frowned at her. “Don’t go, Lady Trin. I have…a proposition for you.”
* * * * *
“What is it?” Thrace stepped forward, putting himself between Trin and their hostess. He didn’t like the greedy gleam in Lady Tam-tam’s eyes, or the fact that she knew all their secrets.
“I wasn’t speaking to you, slave.” Lady Tam-tam frowned. “However, my proposition does concern you so you may listen respectfully.”
“I’m all ears,” Thrace growled. He fell back a pace but stayed close to Trin, making sure she knew he was there if she needed him.
“As I said earlier, I know that you are really from Zetta Prime—that benighted planet where they have no use for males at all,” Lady Tam-tam said, addressing Trin. “And so I assume that what I saw just now in your suite was the first ever time you had allowed a male to taste you and penetrate you sexually.”
“He…he never really penetrated me. Not with his shaft.” Trin’s voice shook and her creamy cheeks were flushed but she kept her chin high, staring down the older female fearlessly.
“I know that,” Lady Tam-tam snapped. “But am I correct in my assumption?”
“Yes,” Trin admitted with obvious reluctance. “Though I don’t see how that’s relevant here.”
“It’s relevant because I love firsts, my dear,” Lady Tam-tam exclaimed. “The first kiss…the first embrace…the first flush of love and trust that allowed you to surrender to him and let him open you with the phallus…Firsts are tremendously exciting.”
“As well as embarrassing,” Trin muttered, frowning.
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed to let yourself fall in love,” Lady Tam-tam said earnestly. “Or to express that love in a physical way. So– am I correct in assuming that you have never been penetrated by a male’s shaft?”
“Of course not!” Trin exclaimed. “That would be blasphemy—a slap in the face of the Goddess of Judgment!”
“Oh please! That silly Goddess of Judgment all you Daughters of Zetta are so fearful of.” Lady Tam-tam made a shooing gesture with one hand, as though Trin’s deeply held beliefs were simply ridiculous.
“There’s a reason we fear her,” Trin said quietly. “She is quick to anger when her laws are broken…and she almost never forgives.”
“Very well then, enough about that,” Lady Tam-tam said. “Am I also correct in assuming you have never penetrated a male with a phallus—such as the ones I gave out for all to wear tonight?”
Trin flushed again. “No. I…I have never done such a thing. Nor do I wish to.”
“But you must, my dear.” Lady Tam-tam’s eyes had taken on that greedy sparkle again. “You must either allow your slave to penetrate you and come deep in your pussy, or you must penetrate him with the heart’s blood phallus and cause him to spill his seed that way.”
Thrace felt sick.
“The Hell she will!” he growled, glaring at the older female. “Why would my mistress agree to either of those options? One is strictly against her beliefs and the other is…”
“Something I swore I would never do.” Trin looked up at him, her dark eyes troubled. “Thrace and I have discussed this already. Despite any…feelings that have grown within us as we played our parts, neither of us wishes to be penetrated by the other—it’s not going to happen.”
“Oh yes it is—if you want to sell those Jaxite crystals of yours and get out of debt,” Lady Tam-tam snapped.
Trin crossed her arms over her chest.
“Some things aren’t for sale, Lady Tam-tam. I don’t know how but I’ll manage even if I can’t sell the crystals.”
“Is that right?” The older female’s eyes flashed fire. “And what if it wasn’t just the crystals at stake? What if it was your pride—your very life and reputation back on Zetta Prime?”
“What do you mean?” Trin’s eyes were wide.
“Didn’t I tell you that I researched your past?” Lady Tam-tam demanded. “And in the course of that, I learned all about your family—your mother to be exact. Lady L’zara of Temple Trees—that is the name of your family estate on Zetta Prime, right?”
