Chapter Sixteen
It felt strange to be in the shower, naked with the big Kindred but once the warm water hit her skin, Kate found herself relaxing, at least a little. The heated spray against her skin was soothing, even if it didn’t do anything to remove the slime. She wondered if Rone was enjoying it too but when she looked at him, he was just standing there, obviously waiting for her to make the first move.
The first move—oh my God, I have to do something. We can’t just stand here all night not getting anything done and he’s clearly too much of a gentleman to start it himself.
The thought made her feel nervous all over again and she cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably.
“Kate?” Rone’s voice was soft, as though he was trying not to frighten her. “How exactly do you want to do this? Do you want to wash me first or let me wash you?”
“Um…” God, she really couldn’t deal with this… Then her eye was caught by a bright blue bath puff hanging from a hook on the shower’s tiled back wall. It looked almost exactly like the one she had back home at Mimi’s apartment.
Oh, thank goodness! She felt a rush of relief. She could just use the puff between her hand and his skin and have him do the same. That should work, right? Because it was still going to be her hand doing the scrubbing and the Madam of Shadows had said no hand but hers would get him clean and vice versa.
“Kate?” he asked again. “You are still in here, right?”
“Oh, right—sorry.” She gave a nervous little laugh. “I was just…thinking. Anyway, I think I’ll do you first, if you don’t mind.”
“Not a bit, baby.” He spread his arms as if presenting himself to her. “Do what you want, however you want to do it.”
“Okay, I will.”
Reaching up, Kate snagged the bright blue bath puff from its hook. There was a bottle of body wash on a little ledge beside it and she saw with surprise, it was the same kind she used at home.
“This is weird,” she said as she squirted a generous dollop of the floral-smelling body wash onto the puff.
“Actually, we wash each other in the bathing pool all the time—or we did, anyway.” Rone sounded wistful.
“No, I meant, this bubble-apartment thing they’ve got us in.” Kate grabbed one of his hands and began to scrub his long, muscular arm industriously with the puff.
“What about it?” Rone asked. He stood perfectly still, submitting to her scrubbing.
“It’s set up a lot like the apartment I had in college,” Kate said. “I mean, it looks almost exactly like it except for this bathroom which is way nicer. But they even have a bath puff just like the one I left back home. And my favorite brand of body wash.” She shook her head. “That shouldn’t be possible. This place is light years from Earth and I’d bet anything no one else from Earth has been here. How did they know exactly how to set up a place that would make someone from my planet feel at home?”
“I suppose Commander Sylvan could have given them specifications.” Rone sounded thoughtful. “After all, I know the Kindred Mother ship is set up to make the Earth brides feel more comfortable so he would know exactly what to tell them.”
“I could see that with the furniture and the bathing and cooking facilities.” Kate frowned as she spoke, still scrubbing hard. Nothing was coming off so far but she was sure it was just a matter of time. Rone was a big guy—it was going to take some serious elbow grease to get him all clean. “But right down to my favorite brand of body wash? It’s just weird,” she said.
“Maybe they pulled this setup from your mind,” Rone suggested. “Maybe they scanned us in some way.”
“Then why not have some things from your home world too?” Kate asked. “I mean, unless there is something here like that? It all looks like Earth stuff to me.”
“It is.” Rone frowned. “Maybe it has something to do with that damn pool. Maybe it read you in some way while it was trying to drown you.”
“Ugh!” Kate shivered. “Now there’s a pleasant idea.”
“Sorry, just speculating. Uh…” He shifted uncomfortably. “Are you almost done with that arm, Kate? The skin is beginning to feel kind of raw.”
Kate stopped scrubbing and looked down at his right arm, which she had been working on with the puff for several minutes now. To her dismay, it was clear she hadn’t gotten even the tiniest bit of slime off of him. His arm was still coated from wrist to shoulder in the black stuff.
“It’s not working, is it? The scrubbing implement,” Rone said in a low voice.
“The puff,” Kate corrected him. “And no.” She sighed. “No, it’s not—not a bit.”
“Again, I think we’re dealing with a very literal command,” he said. “Didn’t Madam Shadow say that no hand but your lover’s would get the slime off?”
“Yes, something like that,” Kate mumbled.
“So I’m sorry—I think we’re going to have to use our hands.”
“You’re probably right.” Well, there went the comfortable distance she’d planned to put between herself and the big Kindred. Hanging the bright blue puff back on its hook, Kate took a deep breath and began rubbing her hands up and down his arm.
At once the slime began to come off. It melted away, just as it had when they washed each others’ hands in the kitchen sink. Kate tried to rub briskly and ignore the feeling of Rone’s hard muscles under her palms and fingers but it was nearly impossible not to notice how incredibly fit he was. He must have less than 2% body fat, she thought, wishing she could say the same. God, he’s so huge and muscular—how am I going to get all of him?
She did his other arm next and then his back. He had some streaks of the black stuff leading from the small of his back down his firm ass but she decided to leave that for later. Going around the front again, she scrubbed at his washboard abs and couldn’t help liking the feeling of his hard flesh under her hands.
Rone held perfectly still for the operation and didn’t say a word. But though Kate was careful not to touch him anywhere below the waist—not yet, anyway, she was working up the nerve to go there—she still noticed that his long, thick shaft was now half hard.
God, he’s huge! No—don’t look, she told herself quickly. But it was really difficult not to—especially since he kept on getting bigger as she continued to wash him.
Trying to put the disturbing sight out of her mind, she went around to the back again and squirted more body wash into her hands. Time to tackle that ass and his thighs and legs. Maybe by the time she was finished he would have gone down again.
Right, and then he’s going to go right back up again the minute you wash him in front, whispered that little voice in her head. Face it, Kate, there’s no getting away from that thing.
Trying not to think about it, she went to work, washing the big Kindred as briskly as she could. But since she had to use her hands and not the puff, she couldn’t help the fact that she was basically stroking and rubbing her hands up and down his ass and thighs. And damn, he felt good, even though she tried not to notice.
Finally, she’d done his torso, arms, legs, behind, and even his feet. There was no way to put off the inevitable any longer. Take a deep breath, Kate went back to the front.
She sucked in a breath in dismay. His long, hard shaft was now completely erect. It jutted from between his thighs, the broad, plum-shaped head pointed right at her. And though she had been hoping against hope that the black streaks of grime from the pool might have somehow dissipated or melted away on their own, she saw that they were still very much there, right on the shaft of his cock.
Rone must have heard her strangled gasp because he shifted from foot to foot.
“Forgive me,” he said in a low voice. “I’m not doing it on purpose. It’s just been so long since I felt your soft hands on me, Kate.”
“Oh, uh…” She tried to laugh but it came out sounding forced and nervous. “I’m, uh, afraid you’re about to feel them a lot more. Your uh—you have the stuff from the pool on your…on your…”
“On my shaft?” he finished for her softly.
“Uh-huh.” God, she was blushing and stuttering like a kid in elementary school. What was wrong with her? “So if you don’t mind I, uh, need to wash you there. Sorry,” she babbled.
“Don’t be sorry.” Rone planted his feet apart and put his hands behind his back like a soldier standing at ease. “I’ll stay perfectly still, I promise.”
“Okay. Here goes nothing.” Feeling like she was taking part in a live action porno with a particularly unbelievable plot, she squirted yet more body wash into her hands and tried to grip his shaft gently.
A low groan broke from his lips as she stroked him firmly up and down.
“Sorry!” Kate pulled her hands away at once. “I…uh…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Forgive me,” he said again in a strangled voice. “No, you didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite, in fact. I just…I’m just having a hard time not reacting to your touch. I keep…keep thinking about the past, about the other things we’ve done. The way you touched me…the way I touched you…tasted you…”
“I…I’d really rather not hear about that right now,” Kate said in a trembling voice. She thought of the way he’d described going down on her, kissing her over her panties until she was so wet she begged him to take them off and lick and suck and taste her…
Which was ridiculous of course. After what had happened to her in college, she was never going down that road again. But still, why did the thought cause that strange little quiver in her belly? Why did she feel hot and cold all over when she got near him? Could it be that she still had some fear toxins in her? But no, touching him didn’t make her panic any more—well, not the way it had, anyway…
“I’m sorry,” Rone rumbled. “I’ll try to keep quiet if you want to continue.”
“Okay.” Kate eyed his cock. There were still streaks of the black goop from the pool on him so she clearly wasn’t done cleaning him yet. She squirted even more soap on her hands, determined to do this job quickly and get it over with. “Here goes,” she said, trying to warn him.
“I’m ready,” Rone said in a low voice.
Kate clasped him again, having to use both hands because he was so long and thick. God, she knew they’d been married but how in the world had he ever fit this thing inside her? He was the size of a porn star and she was not up to taking that kind of girth. In fact, she’d always been extra small and tight in that area—how had she ever accommodated him?
Rone made a muffled sound and she looked up to see that he was standing there with his arms locked behind his back and his jaw clenched, obviously trying to keep from moving or saying anything.
God, this must be some kind of torture for him! I have to hurry up and get him clean!
But though the grime from the pool had melted readily enough at her touch on every other part of his body, here it remained stubbornly in place. No matter how Kate rubbed and stroked, the black streaks remained.
What is wrong with this stuff? Why won’t it come off? She rubbed even harder, encircling his thick shaft with both hands and sliding them up and down, trying desperately to remove the black stains.
“Kate…Kate,” Rone gasped in a strangled voice.
“What?” Still working, she looked up at him. There was an expression of pleasurable agony on his strong features.
“Please,” he groaned. “I don’t know if…if I’m clean yet or not. But if you don’t stop I’m going to…to…”
Suddenly Kate realized how tense he’d become. How his long, thick shaft had swelled even bigger in her hands. From its broad tip ran a river of clear precum. She hadn’t noticed before because of the water from the shower but now she saw it was flowing freely over his shaft and dripping to the tiled floor.
Oh my God, she realized suddenly. He’s going to come—I’m making him come!
She was about to pull her hands away when the inevitable happened. With a low groan, Rone’s hips jerked and his cock twitched in her hands. Then he was coming, his shaft overflowing like a fountain as jets of white erupted from its tip.
Kate wanted to pull away but somehow she felt frozen to the spot. She watched, mesmerized as the big Kindred came and came—God would he ever stop? She’d read somewhere that the average human male made about a teaspoon of ejaculate when he came. Rone had that beat by a mile. She felt like he must have made a cup of the stuff and he still wasn’t finished.
At last he seemed to wind down and his long, hard shaft stopped twitching in her hands. Only when he’d finally stopped spurting—even though he was still hard—was she somehow able to let go of him.
When she released him, Rone gave a low groan and sank slowly to his knees on the tiled floor of the shower. He was still hard, Kate noticed with amazement. His tumescent state did at least allow her to see that he was finally cleaned of all the pool goop.
Talk about a job well done, jeered the little voice in her head.
Shut up, Kate told it, her cheeks burning. God, she couldn’t believe she’d just done that.
Rone’s head was bowed and he was taking deep, hoarse breaths, his broad chest heaving. With his hands still behind his back and the blindfold still in place, he looked like some kind of political prisoner—well, except for the fact that he was naked and still hard.
“Sorry,” he managed at last. “I didn’t…didn’t mean to do that.”
“I didn’t either,” Kate said quickly. “It just…I couldn’t get you off. It, I mean—I couldn’t get it—the black goop—off. Oh, God…”
“Do you want to stop now? Get out of the shower?” he asked hoarsely. “I’d understand if you did.”
“I…” Kate bit her lip. Her hands were covered in bubbles and cum and she had basically just jerked the big Kindred off. She felt mortified and yet…was there also a flutter in her stomach? A feeling of power at having brought such a huge male literally to his knees? “I don’t know,” she said at last. “I don’t think so. I mean, I’m still all dirty and what just happened, well, it was an accident. For both of us.”
“I swear I tried to hold back.” Rone’s voice was still a hoarse growl. “I just couldn’t help it—your soft little hands all over me and it’s been so long…”
“It’s all right,” Kate said quickly. “We don’t have to uh, talk about it.”
“All right.” He sighed deeply and got to his feet. “Do you want me to wash you now?”
“No,” Kate whispered, feeling her stomach quiver again. “But…but I guess you’d better.”
“Why don’t I start with your hair, baby?” he asked softly. “You always love to let me wash your hair and I know you got a lot of that stuff in it.”
“Huh?” Kate looked reflexively down at her hands which were still coated with the bubbly cum mixture. “I got it in my hair?”
“The stuff from the pool,” Rone said. “You did, right?”
“Oh—of course.” Hastily, she washed off her hands. “Right of course. But…” His words finally sank in. “I…uh, I used to let you wash my hair?”
He nodded. “Of course. When you’re in the mood to be taken care of…when you just want to be my Lalli.”
Kate wasn’t sure what to think about that and she was kind of afraid to ask. But she did think that letting him start with her hair was a good idea. It was s safe, non-sexual area. She just hoped the freaking goop from the pool would come out of it.
“All right,” she said at last. “But I didn’t see any shampoo so…oh.”
“What is it?” Rone asked, clearly attuned to the surprise in her voice.
“It’s just…I was saying I didn’t see any shampoo but when I looked back up to where I got the body wash, there it was.” Kate reached for the familiar blue bottle. “It just somehow appeared. And it’s my favorite brand again, too.”
“The one that makes your hair smell like honey and flowers?” Rone asked hopefully. “Gods, I love that one.”
“Um, I guess. Here…hold out your hands.”
He was still blindfolded but he held out his hands blindly and Kate poured a generous dollop of the shampoo into his palms. Then she stood in front of him with her back to him. Normally, she wouldn’t have put her naked back to anyone, not with her scars clearly visible. But Rone was still blindfolded so she felt safe.
“Go ahead,” she said. “I’m right in front of you.”
The big Kindred fumbled for just a moment but then she felt his long, strong fingers rubbing the shampoo into her hair and scalp.
Oh God, that feels good! She couldn’t help the little moan of pleasure that escaped her at his firm yet gentle caress. He seemed to know just how to touch her. Well, he should—he’s had years of practice, whispered the little voice in the back of her head. But Kate felt too good to care what it said.
Rone finished with her hair and helped her rinse. Then his hands came back, using the remains of the shampoo to start on her shoulders. He was rubbing and kneading in just the right way, finding the knots of tension that had been there for what felt like days and melting them away. This felt even better than having her hair washed and it was a moment before Kate could make herself protest.
“Hey,” she managed to say at last. “I thought…thought you were supposed to be washing me, not giving me a massage.”
“You seemed so tense, I thought it would help,” Rone rumbled. “Do you want me to stop?”
Kate bit her lip. “No…no, I guess not.”
“Good,” he said simply and kept massaging.
“Um…did the gook come out of my hair?” Kate asked, trying not to melt under his touch. She grabbed a strand of her long hair which looked very dark red since it was wet. It seemed clean enough and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, I think it did.”
“Good,” he rumbled. “I love your hair, baby. Would be a shame if you had to cut it because of that stuff.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Kate said, rather breathlessly.
His hands were gliding down her arms now and everywhere he touched her, the black slime was melting away. It felt so good to be getting clean again—almost as though his touch was purifying her in some way.
“Mmm…” Kate couldn’t help herself. “That feels so good.”
“Glad you’re enjoying it,” Rone murmured. He was finished with her hair and shoulders and arms now and Kate expected him to turn his attention to other, more sensitive areas. She tensed again. She wasn’t sure which was going to be worse—having him run his hands all over her naked breasts and belly and sex…or letting him touch the shameful scars on her back.
But to her surprise, Rone sank to his knees behind her and began washing her hips and legs instead. He rubbed her ass too—his big hands cupping her cheeks briefly before moving on, obviously trying not to linger too long in any one place. Then he came around to her front and began rubbing the front of her legs and thighs.
Kate felt her breath catch in her throat. His face was very close to an extremely sensitive area. It made her feel nervous and uncertain and yet it gave her that strange quiver in her stomach too, at the same time.
“Rone?” she asked uncertainly.
He looked up, blindly. “Is this working? I can’t see but your skin feels clean as I’m rubbing it.”
“Uh, yeah…Yeah, I think so.” She decided not to say anything about the proximity of his face to her sex. After all, he was going to have to touch her there in a minute. Since she’d been naked, the goop from the pool had gotten all over her. In fact, she was terribly afraid that some of it might even have gotten inside her. But she didn’t want to think about that now—not until she had to.
“Give me some more soap,” he said, holding up one hand. “I want to do your feet.”
“Okay.” Kate squirted some into his searching palm. “But be careful. My feet are really—”
“Ticklish. Yeah, I know.” He sounded like he might be smiling but his head was bowed so it was hard to tell.
He started to lift one of her feet and Kate gave a little squeak of surprise and almost overbalanced.
“Oh!”
“Sorry—hang on to my shoulder,” Rone said. “You got this stuff all over you, baby—I need to do the soles of your feet too. And between your little toes.”
Feeling awkward, Kate leaned over him and grabbed his muscular shoulder and back as he lifted first one foot and then the other. She couldn’t help noticing that from palm to fingers his hands were larger than her feet were from heel to toes.
Rone scrubbed gently, giving her another mini massage as he tended to her feet. He was very careful not to tickle her which Kate appreciated since her feet were extremely sensitive. She had to bite back another moan as she felt herself melting against him while he worked on her—God, he was good at this! She caught herself wondering if he’d massaged her often when they were together and if so, where else she’d let him massage…
She tried to push the thought away but it didn’t want to go. However, at last the big Kindred stood, facing her again though his eyes were still blindfolded.
Kate looked down at herself—her legs and feet and thighs and arms and head and shoulders were squeaky clean. But her torso—her breasts and belly and sex and her back where the ugly scars showed, were all still coated in a layer of black slime.
“Uh…Rone?” she asked uncertainly. “I know you can’t see but I’m not really, you know, all clean yet.”
“I know that, baby,” he said softly. “But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I think for the next part, you need to guide me.”
“Guide you?” Her voice came out squeaky and high and Kate had to clear her throat and continue. “Guide you how? What do you mean?”
“I mean put my hands where you need them,” he said softly. “Show me where you still need to be cleaned and I’ll wash you there, but only as long as you keep my hand on you. When you’re clean and ready to move on, just move my hand. That way you don’t feel like I’m, uh, taking advantage.”
Kate was touched by this consideration on his part. She knew a lot of guys—most guys actually—would definitely have taken advantage of this situation to grope and squeeze and pry into every orifice they could. Rone clearly wasn’t like that—he wanted her comfort over his own pleasure. That was nice—really nice.
“All right,” she said softly. “I think…I think that’s an excellent idea. Um, just let me give you some more soap.”
Wordlessly, he held out his big palms and she noticed how well formed his hands were. His fingers were long and artistic and elegantly shaped with short, clean nails. Okay, that was a definite turn on—she liked nice hands on a man—liked it a lot.
But she tried to put the thought out of her head as she put down the body wash bottle and took him by the wrists.
Okay, here goes. Might as well get this over with, she told herself. Taking a deep breath, she put his big palms firmly on her breasts, letting him cup them in his hands.
Rone made a low, indistinct noise in the back of his throat but he said nothing aloud. Instead, he began caressing her gently, rubbing and massaging just as he’d done with the rest of her body.
Kate had to bite back a moan of pleasure as his palms brushed over her tight nipples. God, that felt incredible. She’d been so nervous about this she had been sure she wouldn’t get a bit of pleasure out of it. But having the big Kindred’s hands all over her bare, soapy breasts was incredibly arousing.
Should stop…should have him move on. You’re clean there, whispered a judgmental little voice in her head. But Kate didn’t want him to move on—it felt too good. Her body seemed to be coming alive in some way she hadn’t even understood was possible and she didn’t want it to stop.
Feels good, doesn’t it? You need more, don’t you?
Kate frowned—where had that thought come from? It didn’t sound like her own inner voice or even the snarky, judgmental voice of her guilt. It just seemed to pop into her head from nowhere.
“Um…” Rone cleared his throat, interrupting her thoughts. “Are you clean yet, Kate? I can’t see, remember?”
“Not…not quite,” Kate heard herself saying. “There are…just a few spots where it doesn’t…doesn’t want to come off.”
In fact, she was telling the truth. Looking down she saw that black smudges from the pool were still clinging to her sensitive nipples and areolas. What was the deal with that stuff anyway? Was it a magnet for the more sensitive areas of the body? For whatever reason, it was stuck and the gentle rubbing he was doing with his palms, while very stimulating, wasn’t getting it off.
“Show me,” Rone said in a low voice. “Put my hands where you need them to be, Kate and show me what to do.”
“Okay. Um…” Hesitantly, she cupped her hand around his much larger one and brought his fingertips to one of her sensitive nipples. “Here,” she whispered. “It just…it won’t come off of this…of this area.”
“Maybe I should rub a little harder then?” His voice was a soft growl as he pinched her nipple gently between his thumb and fingers.
“Yes…yes I think so.” Kate wished her voice wasn’t so breathless. “And…and on the other side too.”
“All right.” His left hand found her right nipple and then he began to pinch and tug gently, rubbing her sensitive peaks between his soapy fingers until Kate could barely hold still, it felt so good. She knew they were just trying to get each other clean and she shouldn’t be getting pleasure from this but she just couldn’t help it. It felt like there was a direct line between her nipples and her pussy. The more Rone touched her—the more he rubbed and twisted and gently tugged her stiff peaks—the hotter and wetter she got between her legs.
Shouldn’t be doing this. Oh, God, we should really stop, this isn’t like me at all… It really wasn’t—she’d always been shy and modest when it came to sex or anything approaching sex. Yet somehow, she didn’t feel completely in control of herself. Then you need to get control, Kate, she told herself sternly.
Looking down, she saw that her nipples were finally clean. Still, it took another minute for her to bring her hands up to his.
At her light touch, Rone stopped at once, though she was pretty sure he’d been enjoying the intimate contact as much as she had.
“I…I think I’m clean now,” she said in a voice that shook only a little. “Time to…to move on.”
“Just put my hands where you need to be washed, baby,” he murmured. “Just show me where you want me.”
“Here.” Kate slid his hands down so that he could wash her torso and belly, which he did. The black stuff came off easily and now she found herself faced with a choice…should she let him wash her back first? Or her pussy?
Rone seemed to know what she was thinking. Though he was blindfolded, he had clearly been keeping track of what was going on and what still needed to be washed.
“Well?” he murmured when she put her hands on his, stopping his motion. “What’s next, baby? You’ve only got two places left you could need me.”
“I…” Kate bit her lip. She didn’t want him touching the ugly scars on her back but even more than that, she felt shy about letting him put his big hands and long fingers on her pussy. Or inside it because the damn black goop had gotten everywhere.
“Kate?” Rone murmured again.
“My back,” she blurted. “Do my back. Here—I’ll turn around.”
She turned, putting her back to him, and waited, feeling tense and uncomfortable all over again. But instead of washing her right away, Rone put his hands on her shoulders.
“I know you don’t like this, Kate,” he said softly, in her ear. “I remember how long it took you to let me see you or touch you here.”
“Yeah, well…” She shifted uncomfortably.
“I just want you to know that you’re beautiful,” he told her. “Every part of you.”
Before Kate could respond, he was washing her, rubbing his big hands in long, slow strokes over her shoulder blades and back and spine. He didn’t give the scars any extra attention but he didn’t avoid them either. He just washed her, rubbing her thoroughly until every last speck of the black slime was gone from her back.
Kate looked down at herself. She was almost completely clean. Almost.
Rone finished washing her and put his hands back on her shoulders.
“Well?” he asked softly. “Is there any place else?”
Kate bit her lip. “You know there is.”
“I had an idea,” he admitted. “But I wasn’t sure how much, uh, slime you got on you there.”
“A lot,” Kate said unhappily. “I mean, I was naked, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. So…you want to put me where you need me?” He was still standing behind her but he held out his right hand, offering it to her.
“Better get some more soap first.” Kate wished she could sound more bored and businesslike but she couldn’t manage it. She was about to let a man she barely knew (at least to her recollection) touch her in the most intimate place possible and it made her nervous as hell.
Trying to get hold of herself, she squirted a little more of the body wash onto his fingers and then grasped his wrist tightly. There was no point in putting this off—it had to get done. She couldn’t stand to go around with the horrible black slime all over the most sensitive and delicate area on her body. She wanted to feel clean inside and out.
Taking his big hand, she placed it firmly on the mound of her pussy.
“Right…right there,” she said, trying to sound sure of herself. “That’s where I need you…need you to clean me, I mean.”
“Okay, baby. I’ll be gentle—I swear,” Rone murmured.
He began to rub her, just up and down at first, not trying to spread her or finger her, just sliding his soapy fingers and palm up and down over her outer lips and the small patch of deep red curls on her mound. It felt really good, but Kate knew it could feel better.
No, you mean you could be cleaner—and you want to be clean, don’t you? Once more, the little voice didn’t sound like her own internal monologue but Kate found herself agreeing with it anyway. Yes, that was what she had meant. She needed to let the big Kindred get her clean—clean everywhere.
Hardly knowing what she was doing, she spread her legs, taking a wider stance. The motion opened her pussy lips and before she knew it, she could feel Rone’s long middle finger sliding up and down the cleft of her pussy. Spread open, as she was, she could feel her clit swelling at the light friction, making her squirm in his arms and give a soft moan.
Rone stopped his motion though he kept his hand curled around her mound.
“Baby?” he murmured. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything, except…” Now they came to the moment of truth and Kate was simultaneously so embarrassed and so turned on she hardly knew what to do.
Do what you have to in order to get clean, ordered the little voice that had been bugging her. The one that sounded like it was coming from outside her head somehow. Do whatever it takes. You know you can’t stand to feel dirty—especially there.
Well, that was certainly true. Kate told herself she was being foolish—the little voice was just saying what she wanted to hear—it was probably the voice of her own wishful thinking.
She took a deep breath. “Everything is okay except I think some of that stuff—the pool stuff—got up…up inside me.” God, she could feel her cheeks burning and her breath was coming short, admitting this to him.
“Do you need me to wash inside you?” Rone asked in a low voice.
“Y-yes,” she whispered, wishing she could make her voice steadier.
“How far inside?” he murmured. “Just your inner pussy? Or deep inside you?”
“I…I don’t know. Maybe both,” Kate confessed. She hadn’t exactly had a chance to examine herself—she just knew what she felt like and it wasn’t good.
“How about I start with your inner pussy?” he asked softly. “And then if you need me to go deeper you can tell me.”
“All…all right,” Kate whispered. God, she just couldn’t believe she was doing this—or rather, letting him do this. But how else could she get clean?
There’s no other way—this is it, the voice whispered. So let him do it—go on, you know you want to.
“Okay,” Rone breathed softly. “And do you want to spread your pussy lips open so I can really get to you? Or do you want me to do it for you?”
“I…um…” Kate could barely think. He was still standing there with her pussy cupped in his big hand. “You…you do it,” she decided in a low voice.
“All right. And I want you to know something, baby—I’m going to be very, very gentle. I know how sensitive your pussy is.”
“Thank you,” Kate whispered, having a hard time getting the words out.
“No—thank you for trusting me to help you.” He reached around her with his other hand and parted her pussy lips wide with his left hand. Then, with his right, he began to stroke and caress her inner folds.
Kate let out a low, trembling moan as he found the sensitive bud of her clit effortlessly. He bracketed it with two long fingers and began sliding up and down, caressing around the tender little bundle of nerves in just the right way.
“Oh…oh,” she gasped as he stroked her over and over. His hands were so big but his touch was light and gentle. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her to give her maximum pleasure.
“Does that feel all right, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “Are you clean yet?”
“It feels amazing,” Kate admitted breathlessly. “I just…” She looked down at herself and nearly moaned again at the erotic sight. He was holding her open—wide open—with one hand, as he stroked and teased her inner pussy with the other. As she watched, the pad of his middle finger made a slow circle around the throbbing pink bud of her clit. God, it was hot.
“Are you clean yet?” he asked again. “Or do you need me to keep it up? Or move someplace else?”
Should tell him to stop, Kate told herself. But there was still black stuff from the pool on her. Well, if not on her exactly then in her.
You can’t stop now, the other voice told her. You have to let him keep going.
“Keep going,” she heard herself say. “Please, don’t…don’t stop yet.”
“Of course, baby.” He continued the soft, tender massage that was driving her crazy. “I’ll keep going until you say to stop. Until you’re all, uh, clean.”
“Thank you,” Kate whispered, pressing her hips up to meet his fingers. She was feeling and looking much cleaner. Still, there was one place he hadn’t washed yet… “Rone?” she whispered.
“Mm-hmm?” His voice was a deep rumble in her ear.
“Remember how you asked if I needed you to wash…wash inside me?” Kate asked softly.
“Of course,” he acknowledged. “Do you need me to?”
“I think…I think I do,” Kate admitted, her cheeks flaming. “Do…do you mind?”
“Hell no, baby. It’ll be my pleasure,” he assured her in that deep, soft voice of his. “Just tell me when you want me to stop and I will.”
“Okay, I—” But Kate couldn’t finish her sentence. Before she could, two long, strong fingers were slipping through her inner folds and finding the entrance to her pussy. She moaned and gasped as she felt him slide up inside her. God, even his fingers were big! But they felt so good, fucking slowly in and out of her and hitting bottom with each stroke.
As he stroked in and out of her with his fingers, Rone used his other hand to continue circling her clit. Soon he had a rhythm going with his long fingers sliding in and out of her while his other fingertips glided over her tender button.
Kate couldn’t help herself—she knew he was only supposed to be cleaning her but again, she had that feeling of her body opening and responding in a way it never had before. Of course, she’d had orgasms and sexual pleasure in the past—she was quite good at giving that to herself, thank you very much. But the feeling of being so expertly and gently touched by another person who knew her body as well as she did was completely new. She felt her orgasm building and knew she couldn’t stop it—didn’t even want to stop it.
“Oh,” she gasped, unable to help herself. “Oh, Rone…that feels so…so…good.”
“That’s right, baby. Love to make you feel good,” he growled softly in her ear. “Love to touch your sweet body and make you come.”
At his words, Kate felt something—some surge of power that seemed to move through her like an electrical shock.
Yes, let him make you come! the strange voice muttered in her ear. Let him do it and then give yourself to him—here and now.
Suddenly her mind was filled with a vivid picture—the big Kindred taking her against the glass wall of the shower stall, spreading her thighs wide and thrusting that huge, thick shaft of his deep into her tight, unprotected pussy. In the image, Kate was moaning and crying and scratching his back. Her legs wrapped around his lean hips as she rode him frantically, impaling herself on his long cock, like a woman who had suddenly gone crazy.
Oh my God, where is this coming from? This isn’t me! I’m not acting like myself and this weird voice…these thoughts and images…what the Hell is going on?
The thought seemed to wake something up inside her and suddenly her sixth sense—the Knowing—came abruptly to life.
Danger! it whispered in Kate’s ear. This is dangerous Kate! Be careful!
With a gasp, Kate pushed the big Kindred’s fingers out of herself and tore away, trying to put some distance between them.
“Kate? Kate, what’s going on?” Rone was left standing there, looking completely confused.
“I…I don’t know.” Kate bit her lip, not sure how to explain it without sounding crazy. How could she say that she felt she’d been manipulated by some outside force into doing something she wouldn’t normally have done?
“Why did you stop?” Rone asked in a low, harsh voice. He was breathing hard and his shaft was standing at full attention. “You were about to come, I could tell. You were trembling just the way you always do right before it hits you.”
“I…I just couldn’t.” Kate raked a hand through her dripping hair. “This isn’t me. I don’t…don’t know why I was acting like that when I feel like I barely know you. I would never let some guy I hardly know do that…let him touch me and make me come. I don’t…don’t know what came over me.”
She expected the big Kindred to be angry. And Rone did take a few deep breaths that sounded rough and frustrated. But then, to her surprise, he nodded.
“Yeah, that’s true,” he growled. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to take advantage. I guess I thought…I hoped…that maybe your memory was coming back and that’s why you were letting me touch you that way even after the stuff from the pool was gone.”
“Sorry—I still don’t remember anything.” Kate shivered. She was standing clear of the warm spray of water now and she was beginning to feel cold. She still didn’t understand what had happened to her and she felt weird and uncertain about it.
“You sound like your teeth are chattering,” Rone said. He ran a hand through his wet hair. “Look—let’s get out of here and dry off. Okay?”
“Sure. I think we’ve been in here about an hour.” Kate tried to laugh but it came out sounding forced.
“Yeah, something like that,” he muttered. “Uh, could you tell me when you’re covered so I can take this damn blindfold off?”
“Oh—of course.” Kate got out of the shower stall quickly and wrapped herself in a thick, puffy white towel—noting as she did so that she was completely clean and free of the awful black slime. Good. “I’m decent now,” she said to the big Kindred who had turned off the water and was standing there waiting.
“Okay, thanks,” he said shortly, taking off the blindfold. There was an air of coiled tension about him that made Kate feel jumpy. Was he still on edge because she hadn’t let him finish her off? But he’d had an orgasm himself—so why would he be tense that she hadn’t had one?
“Here—so you can dry off.” Kate held out a towel
“Thanks.” He looked at her briefly before taking the towel and rubbing himself down briskly. “All clean?” he asked.
“Yes. Um…thank you.” Kate could feel her cheeks heating as she considered the way he had cleaned her so thoroughly. Her body was still throbbing with need almost as though she was still right on the edge of coming. It was an uncomfortable sensation.
Rone sighed deeply. “No problem, baby.”
But there was a slight growl in his voice that made Kate wonder if everything was all right with him. And his eyes seemed to be glowing even more brightly than usual. What was going on? She opened her mouth to ask…and then stopped. What if it had something to do with the hunger—that mysterious problem he had refused to talk to her about when they were aboard the ship? He’d gotten really defensive when she asked about it and things were already awkward enough between them as it was. Reluctantly, she decided just to leave things as they were and hope the awkwardness would pass.
Yeah, right—like that’s a possibility after you just jerked him off in the shower and nearly let him do the same to you, whispered the sarcastic little voice in her head. Well, at least the voice sounded like her own internal monologue. Kate still didn’t know where the outside voice had been coming from, the one that had been urging her to give in and do what she wanted with the big Kindred. She only knew it felt wrong somehow.
Deep inside, the Knowing warned her to be wary—something was going on. Something to do with Rone and the little voice that had spoken to her when he touched her. Until she found out what it was and what it wanted, she was in danger.