The whole next week Thorn was an exemplary slave. He had to be because Neh’sa had decided to demand perfection in all things. She had to overcome their bad beginning and train him correctly, she told herself. Had to make certain they were following protocol.
He learned to walk on a leash a few steps behind Neh’sa, to keep his eyes downcast when speaking to a Mistress, rather than meeting her gaze challengingly with his own, how to serve at a banquet, and various other duties a well-bred body-slave must know.
Neh’sa continued to bathe him and dry him and wash his hair and in time, Thorn stopped protesting that he could do these things for himself. She also rubbed healing balm on his back every night to loosen the tight scars the fire whip had left on his skin.
Neh’sa loved to rub and stroke the soothing balm over Thorn’s broad shoulders and use her healing touch on him, though her slight power worked better on fresh wounds than old ones. Still, she could tell that the tight scars were beginning to loosen some in response to her treatment. It gave her satisfaction to erase the marks of cruelty from his back and take away some of his pain.
It was the quietest part of their day together and often Thorn would pull one of her feet around to massage it with his big, warm hands while she worked on his shoulders. Sometimes they talked and sometimes they were silent but Neh’sa found herself looking forward to their quiet time together more and more.
The big Kindred asked more than once to be allowed to bathe her and rub her with soothing lotion as well, but though she allowed him to help her dress and undress, Neh’sa preferred to bathe herself instead of allowing Thorn to help. Somehow the idea of having his big hands all over her body again, especially while she was wet and naked in the tub, seemed like a dangerous idea.
Of course, bathing him, caring for him, and healing his old wounds was just a way to get him used to his Mistress handling his body.
Or Neh’sa she told herself.
But in fact, she came to cherish the time they spent every evening before bedtime with her sitting in a comfortable chair before the fire and the big Kindred sitting between her legs. It brought a kind of bonding she had never felt with any of the other slaves she’d trained—not that she would admit it, even to herself.
During the day she continued his sexual training, teasing him in order to keep his cock constantly hard. She told herself it was necessary to help him practice giving control of his body to his Mistress—and it was, though she’d never taken sexual training so far with any other slave before. But since pain didn’t work on Thorn, he had to be punished and kept in line some other way—didn’t he? Neh’sa told herself he did and continued to push him—and push herself in ways she never had before.
She made certain she was always wearing clothing that was sexually stimulating—thin, silky robes that showed the outlines of her nipples or short skirts which allowed her new body-slave to see her panties as well as the more traditional tight leather clothing which molded to her curves.
In addition to these visual displays, she included manual and sometimes oral stimulation. Often she would take the big Kindred by the cock and lead him from room to room, or stroke him until precum flowed freely from his shaft. Sometimes she would even lap away the salty liquid or take as much of his shaft in her mouth as she could while she made him watch but she never, never let him come…
“Gods, Mistress!” Thorn groaned one day when she had him manacled and helpless to the agony cross in her training room with his legs spread and his shaft exposed. “You’ll be the death of me. Please—I need to come.”
“Begging won’t help you,” Neh’sa told him sternly as she stroked the long, thick shaft and lapped at his broad, leaking head with her soft pink tongue. Goddess he looked gorgeous on display like this—all his masculine beauty spread out just for her. “You’ll just have to endure in silence. You’re lucky I don’t lock your cock away in a cage the way some Mistresses do to their slaves.”
“Why don’t you?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Is that not sadistic enough for you?”
“Cock cages keep a body-slave from getting hard at all,” Neh’sa lectured softly. “I want to see you always erect, Thorn. Always in need. That way I know you’ll always be a good and compliant submissive.”
“So a slave must be always kept in a state of sexual agony?” he demanded. “You don’t think he would ever obey his Mistress out of any other motivation? Out of love?”
The word hung in the air between them and for a moment Neh’sa couldn’t think what to say. Heloth had loved her—he had died for her. What good was love when it only brought pain?
“No,” she said sharply, frowning at the big Kindred as she took a firmer grip on his cock. “No, I don’t believe there can be love between a Mistress and her slave. Only obedience and submission which is what I expect of you, Thorn.”
“I see.”
The big Kindred hung his head as he watched her stroke him—her small hands starting at the thick root of his cock, sliding upwards to the flaring crown, and then down again. His wrists were fixed above his head at the corners of the large X shaped cross and his ankles were bound below—he was helpless in her hands and Neh’sa knew he knew it.
“Gods, Mistress,” he groaned softly. “Do what you will with me—I am yours.”
“That’s very good, Thorn.” Neh’sa was pleased with his submission until he looked up at her, mismatched eyes blazing.
“But I’m warning you, Neh’sa,” he growled, his tone changing from compliant to defiant in an instant. “If we’re ever away from here—away from this fucking planet where males are forced to be submissive—it’s going to be another story.”
“Oh?” Neh’sa raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him coolly though her heart was drumming against her ribs for some reason. “And why is that, Thorn?”
“Because if I ever get the chance to turn the tables on you, I fucking well will, Mistress.” His voice was a low, sexual rumble that seemed to do things to her insides. “Then you’re going to be the one submitting and I promise you, it’s not going to be pretty.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re never leaving Yonnie Six,” Neh’sa said as lightly as she could. “Now, no more talking, Thorn. Just hold still and take your punishment like a good slave. I’m going to show you some new knots I learned recently.”
She got out a silky black cord and began wrapping it around his heavy balls and the base of his cock as she continued stroking him, making sure he was painfully hard. Thorn was silent and uncomplaining as she tied him, though his big, muscular body was tense, every muscle tight with the sexual torture she was inflicting. The strange sparks danced frantically in his eyes as he watched her.
But though he spoke not another word, Neh’sa could still feel his eyes on her and his words kept echoing in her head. They stirred something inside her—some desire which she’d thought was dead after Heloth died in the riots. There was a game she’d used to play sometimes with her first and most beloved body-slave—a game they simply called “switch.” When they played, Heloth was the Master and Neh’sa was the slave to be held down and tied up, to be dominated in whatever way her Master saw fit…
Neh’sa pushed the illicit memories away. She had been young then—young and stupid and not sure of what she wanted. Now she was an established Domme and a Mistress who had trained many, many slaves in the proper ways of submission and she liked it like that—liked being in charge. She had no desire to submit anymore.
None at all, truly—or so she told herself…
Other than that one exchange, Thorn learned his lessons very well. And despite her departure into more extreme sexual training, Neh’sa retained her stern Mistress demeanor and otherwise kept strictly to the training protocol she had established over so many years as a Domme.
Well, except when she allowed him to kiss her panties every night before bed, she admitted to herself. That had gotten completely out of hand.
It was partially her fault, she had to acknowledge. Though she’d told herself she was just training Thorn to be a good body-slave, she’d also enjoyed teasing him. But she hadn’t realized how close he was to snapping when she did…
The first night she’d decided to allow him to kiss her goodnight, she’d worn a pair of panties that were fairly modest—by Yonnie Six standards, anyway. They were pale peach, covering most of her pussy mound but leaving just the top of her slit peeking above the lacy boarder. She’d put them on specifically for the purpose of testing the big Kindred, thinking that it would be a good trial of his control.
She hadn’t realized it would also be a trial of hers.
“Thorn!” She had left him in her small private sitting room where she’d been rubbing the healing balm on his shoulders. Letting him kiss her panties was a spur of the moment idea—they’d been together for three or four days at that point and it seemed like a good thought to let Thorn get used to paying obeisance to his Mistress in this intimate and time-honored Yonnie Six tradition.
Neh’sa had gone to change for bed and had put on the pale peach panties on the spur of the moment. Her heart hammered in her chest and she put a note of authority in her voice as she called him to her bedchamber.
“Thorn, come here at once,” she told him.
“Yes, Mistress?” He’d turned, eyeing her warily. Clearly he wasn’t sure if what was coming next was good or bad—exactly the way she intended him to feel. Anticipating and dealing with his Mistress’s moods was part of what made a good body-slave excellent at his job.
“You’ve been working hard today,” Neh’sa told him as she stood in the doorway to the bedchamber. To go with the panties, she was wearing a silky peach robe, which clearly showed the ripe points of her nipples, and nothing else.
The two of them had been calm and relaxed after her nightly ritual of rubbing the balm into his wounded back. Now Neh’sa felt a surge of excitement as she saw Thorn’s eyes widen and the bright motes started dancing in their blue and green depths as he took in her outfit.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “I’m doing my best to learn to be your body-slave.”
“You won’t belong to me—you’ll be going to another Mistress when I find one who’s suitable for you,” Neh’sa told him sternly.
Although where she would find a female dominant enough not to let the big Kindred run all over her was a mystery. Not that she really wanted to—more and more she wished she could keep Thorn all for herself. Which was foolish. A thought she must put from her head. But Thorn’s next words didn’t make it easy.
“I’ll always belong to you, Mistress,” he told her, his eyes flashing. “And to no one else—no matter where you send me.”
Neh’sa felt her heart give a little thump in her chest but she tried to ignore it.
“I want to reward you for your hard work,” she told Thorn. “So you may kiss me goodnight—kiss my panties, you understand. As we discussed earlier, when you first came here.”
His eyes flashed again and his voice dropped to a hoarse growl.
“It would be my pleasure, Mistress,” he murmured, coming forward. He towered over her, his mismatched eyes burning down into hers, making Neh’sa feel small and fragile in a way she wasn’t used to.
“On your knees,” she ordered, wishing her voice didn’t sound so breathless. “You can’t kiss my panties from all the way up there.”
“As you wish, Mistress.” The big Kindred dropped gracefully to his knees before her and put his big hands on her hips. “Gods, been wanting to do this from the minute I first saw you,” he growled and then he was pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her peach panties.
Neh’sa gasped as she felt his hot tongue tracing the slit of her pussy lips right through the thin fabric. This wasn’t supposed to be happening—he was only meant to press a brief, chaste kiss to the fabric of her panties and then pull back—not try to tongue her open right through the thin material!
She knew she ought to stop him but Goddess, it felt so good. She didn’t even reprimand him when he moved a little higher and slipped the tip of his tongue into the top part of her slit, which was showing just above the lace boarder of her panties.
“Thorn!” she exclaimed breathlessly when his tongue sought to travel further down.
“Yes, Mistress.” He looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded with desire. “Do you want me to stop?”
It was the last thing Neh’sa wanted and yet she knew it was necessary. If she let him, the big Kindred would strip her panties down, spread her thighs, and go down on her all night. She couldn’t have that—couldn’t allow him to take charge of the situation. He was already too damn dominant as it was. So she made herself nod her head.
“Yes, that…that will do for tonight,” she whispered breathlessly. “Good night, Thorn.”
He’d licked his lips hungrily. “Good night, Mistress.”
Neh’sa had told herself she wouldn’t repeat the mistake and yet, the very next night she found herself standing in the doorway of her bedchamber wearing an even smaller pair of panties. These had a V-shaped cut in the front which showed almost all of her slit…and gave easier access to her throbbing clit.
She’d told herself she shouldn’t do it, but when she saw Thorn’s eyes go half-lidded with lust at the sight of the tiny pale blue panties which barely hid any of her pussy, she knew she couldn’t help herself.
“Come here, Thorn,” she’d ordered him yet again. “Drop down and kiss my panties.”
He dropped to his knees obligingly and crawled across the floor as sinuous as a great cat. When he got to her, he grasped Neh’sa’s hips and pressed his mouth low to the fabric of her panties.
“That’s good…very good.” Neh’sa could hear the soft breathy tone in her own voice but somehow she couldn’t help it.
“Thank you, Mistress.” Raising his eyes to hers, Thorn allowed the tip of his tongue to start at the v-shaped top of her panties and trace upwards along the exposed slit of her pussy.
Neh’sa couldn’t help moaning as she felt his tongue slip inside her folds to slide gently over the pulsing button of her clit. This was more than a panty kiss and she knew she ought to stop him. But somehow she couldn’t seem to make herself do it.
“Mmm…Mistress,” Thorn growled hungrily, his deep voice throbbing with lust. “I love kissing your panties but I can’t help thinking it would be better for both of us if your pussy was spread open…just a little, while I did it.”
“What…what do you mean, Thorn?” Neh’sa murmured breathlessly. “You…you’re supposed to be kissing my panties—not…not other things,” she pointed out.
“Yes, but the true meaning of the kiss is to pay respect to my Mistress’s feminine core—her pussy,” Thorn argued softly. “With your pussy lips closed, I can’t pay proper respect. So please Mistress, would you part your lips for me and allow me to kiss you again—properly this time?”
His words and the hot look he was giving her were enough to make Neh’sa feel molten below the waist. Goddess, it had been so long since she’d allowed a male to go down on her! Not since her beloved Heloth had died had she felt a male’s tongue between her legs.
And I’m not going to allow it now, she told herself sternly. I won’t really allow him to go down on me—to taste my pussy fully and completely.
Still, letting the big Kindred to kiss her panties—even with her pussy spread open for maximum contact—wasn’t really allowing him to go down. It was just Thorn being a respectful slave, she argued with herself. That was all.
“All…all right,” she heard herself saying. “But only because you asked so nicely, Thorn. And please remember you’re supposed to be kissing my panties—not my pussy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled, his eyes hungry as he watched her slip her fingers down to spread her pussy lips wide—wide enough to reveal her slippery inner folds and the throbbing button of her pink clit.
“Gods, you’re gorgeous,” he rumbled, eyeing her exposed flesh. “Your soft little pussy is so wet, Mistress…so ready for me.”
“Just…just do as you’re supposed to, Thorn,” Neh’sa commanded, rather breathlessly. “Just kiss my panties as a body-slave should.”
“With pleasure, Mistress.” Obediently, he went back to kissing just the fabric of her panties but somehow the tip of his nose kept nudging her exposed clit until Neh’sa felt like she might scream with frustration. She wondered if Thorn was doing this on purpose—maybe getting her back for all the tease and denial she’d been putting him through during his training.
It was entirely possible. Though another body-slave might have been cowed into subservience by her training, Neh’sa had an idea it only inflamed the big Kindred, though he hid it well enough behind a façade of obedience. He would probably welcome the chance to turn the tables on her—in fact she knew he would—he had told her as much. Which was why she really ought to stop this right now…
But before she could end their encounter, his hot mouth moved up and he was kissing her inner folds, just above where the brief panties ended.
“Thorn!” she gasped as he placed a wet, sucking kiss over her throbbing clit and circled it with his tongue. “No—you mustn’t!”
He kissed her a long moment more—drawing out the act before finally allowing her throbbing clit to slip from between his lips.
“Sorry, Mistress.” He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. “I just wanted to show my devotion to you—what better way than to worship your soft little cunt with my mouth?”
“You…you’re only supposed to be kissing my panties,” she lectured again. “Not my pussy. I think this was a bad idea—we’d better be getting to bed.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He grinned at her hungrily. “I think that’s an excellent idea. If I take you to bed, it’ll be much easier to spread your thighs and get my tongue deep in that hot little pussy of yours.”
“Thorn, you know that’s not what I meant!” For the first time, Neh’sa struggled to put back on her Mistress persona. For some reason her mind kept going back to her time with Heloth, to the switch game they had played…She could see the sparks whirling in Thorn’s mismatched eyes and she couldn’t help wondering what it might be like if she let him…
But no. She pushed the thought away and ordered the big Kindred to his own bedroom. Then she stripped off the skimpy panties and promised herself she wouldn’t wear anything so revealing again when next she allowed him to kiss her…
Accordingly, Neh’sa had worn a pair of panties that covered her completely the next night. They were made of a thin, see-through silky white material that showed her pussy but kept it covered—exactly what she should have worn, she told herself, from the start.
When she called Thorn to kiss her goodnight and pay obeisance to his Mistress, he did so eagerly—too eagerly in fact.
Pressing his face between her thighs, he’d breathed her in, inhaling deeply as though he couldn’t get enough of her scent. Then he pressed forward hard, lapping and sucking her pussy hungrily through the thin material until Neh’sa gasped and put her hands on his head, though she was unsure if she was trying to stop him or to drag him closer.
“Thorn,” she gasped. “I don’t…don’t think…”
“Need to taste you, Mistress.” He looked up at her, his eyes blazing, the bright motes in them flying so fast they looked like sparks about to catch fire. His shaft was long and hard between his legs, dripping precum and throbbing for release. Looking at that long, angry shaft, Neh’sa couldn’t help thinking that she’d been particularly hard on him that day, edging him closer and closer to orgasm but never allowing him to get there.
She’d strapped him to a chair with his legs spread wide and had spent at least an hour in his lap, pressing her bare breasts against his face as she rubbed her panty-clad pussy against his aching cock. Once or twice she’d allowed him to suck her nipples and she’d even pressed down to allow his rigid shaft to part her soft pussy lips through her panties.
It was much, much farther than she usually went with her male submissives but somehow Neh’sa hadn’t been able to stop. Thorn had groaned and thrust against her until the thin fabric of her underwear had been soaked with both her juices and his precum but she had never allowed him to orgasm…
All these thoughts flashed through her mind and she wondered if she had pushed the big Kindred too far. But before she could say anything, Thorn ripped down the sheer white panties baring her pussy completely.
Pressing his face between her legs, he started taking deep, hungry licks of her wet inner folds, dragging his tongue over her sensitive clit and making Neh’sa gasp in unwanted pleasure.
“Thorn, stop!” she exclaimed. “Stop at once!”
He looked up, but only for a moment and this time she thought the sparks in his eyes had turned to actual flames.
“Not stopping. Need to taste all of your pussy,” he growled, the hunger clear on his face. “Need to bury my face between your legs and feel you coming on my tongue, Mistress.”
“Thorn, no—no!” she gasped but it was too late. One large hand fisted in her panties and he ripped them completely away. Then the big Kindred grasped one of her legs and raised it, putting it over his broad shoulder. Pressing her hard against the wall, he shoved forward, his tongue lashing her sensitive clit over and over before dipping down to invade the tight, wet entrance of her pussy.
“Thorn! Oh Goddess!” Neh’sa gasped. She’d never lost control of a male sub like this before but then, she’d never tried to dominate one that was so intensely Alpha. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm as he sucked her clit into his hot mouth and teased her ruthlessly.
But she knew she couldn’t let him make her come—not like this, not without her express permission. It would undo days of training and give Thorn the idea that he could take the upper hand whenever he wanted to.
Though part of her was dying to give up and just orgasm on his warm, wet tongue which was currently lashing her helpless pussy, Neh’sa knew she had to be strong. Digging her fingers into his thick hair, she yanked sharply, pulling his head away from her open pussy as well as she could.
“No!” she said, making her voice come out strong and dominant. “No, Thorn! I do not give you permission to make me come. Stop this at once.”
Neh’sa wasn’t sure if it was the hair-pulling or her strict tone that got through to the big Kindred. But for whatever reason, he finally stopped and pulled back.
“Mistress,” he growled, his mouth and cheeks wet with her juices. “Mistress please—you’re pushing me too fucking hard. I feel like…like I might snap at any moment. Either I need to come or I need to make you come. Please.”
Neh’sa realized with a start that his eyes were actually glowing—the flames licking through their mismatched depths so brightly she could see them clearly even in the dimness of her bed chamber. The sight gave her an uneasy feeling and she wondered what it meant. Clearly, Thorn needed a release. Still, she tried to keep her voice firm.
“You haven’t earned an orgasm, Thorn,” she lectured sternly. “In fact, I ought to punish you, not reward you for what you’ve done. You didn’t have permission to lick my pussy and you know it.”
“I know it, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely. “But please, if you’re going to punish me, use pain not pleasure. I can’t fucking be responsible for how I’d respond right now if you pushed me to the edge and didn’t let me come again. The way I’m feeling that would be fucking dangerous.”
Neh’sa was startled to realize he was telling the absolute truth. The sexual tension inside him had reached a breaking point and he was about to tilt over the edge into…what? Violence? Rape?
She didn’t believe that. Despite the way he’d ripped off her panties and tongued her so desperately, she didn’t think the big Kindred was the kind of male to try and take a female against her wishes. But still, it was clear he was on the edge of some event which would be bad—possibly disastrous if it happened. That event, whatever it was, had to be circumvented at all costs.
The question was how?
“How can I use pain on you?” she asked sharply, frowning at him. “You’ve told me yourself it doesn’t affect you.”
“Whip me—use a whip on me. On my back where I was whipped before.” He spoke through gritted teeth with narrowed eyes. “Do it, Mistress.”
Neh’sa was shocked that he would ask for such a thing—ask her to violate one of his hard limits.
“No,” she exclaimed, frowning. “No, absolutely not, Thorn. But I’ll tell you what we will do,” she added, having an idea. “Come with me.”
Taking his erect shaft in one hand, she led him to the training room and forced him to lie over the spanking bench, so that his knees were on the floor and his legs were spread wide. She cuffed his hands and legs in place so he couldn’t move and then stood back to admire him.
Goddess, he was beautiful—so big and muscular and completely under her control. She would have to teach him a lesson about disobeying her—the thought made her pussy throb where he had licked her.
“You’ll come,” she told him severely. “But on my terms and I promise you, Thorn, it won’t be easy or pleasant.”
“What are you going to do to me?” His eyes blazed and he rattled the chains she’d used to lock him in place. “Going to penetrate me again, Mistress? Going to strap on a cock and fuck me this time?”
“Do you want me to?” Neh’sa demanded, just as she had the first time he’d asked this. “Is this what you want, Thorn?”
Going to her supply drawer, she got out her largest phallus—the black one that strapped into her penetration harness—and shoved it in his face.
“Is this what you want?” she demanded.
For a moment his eyes grew wide and then they narrowed again.
“Fuck no, I don’t want it.” He lifted his chin. “But I can take it if I have to, Mistress.”
“Wrong answer.” Neh’sa put the phallus back and reached into another drawer for a much smaller, slimmer device with a wide base at its bottom. She saw Thorn eyeing it uncertainly. It was long and sleek and silver and it looked more like a weapon than an instrument of sexual pleasure.
“What is that? What are you going to do to me?” he demanded. “I asked you to use pain.”
“What kind of release you get isn’t up to you, slave,” Neh’sa told him, deliberately making her voice harsh. “And believe me, there will be pain—you’re going to come so hard it will be painful.”
“You going to put that inside me? That silver thing?” Thorn demanded. His muscular form strained and the chains creaked.
For a moment Neh’sa thought he was going to break free of the spanking bench. If he did—Goddess, what would she do? She was able to physically dominate the big Kindred because he allowed her to. But he was so much bigger and stronger than her that if he got loose and decided to turn the tables on her…
Maybe I should go get the stunner, she thought but rejected the idea immediately. No, she didn’t need the stunner. She needed to get hold of herself and get hold of Thorn as well.
She had been acting out of a place of anger and also fear—she wasn’t certain what was going on with the big Kindred but whatever it was she saw in his strange, burning eyes, it scared her. That had to end now—she had to master this situation before it spun out of control.
Taking a deep breath, she put a soothing hand on Thorn’s straining back. He might claim he could take penetration if she chose to dish it out but clearly the idea of it still upset him—especially if she was using a foreign object instead of just her finger.
“Thorn,” she said, stroking him like she might stroke a huge, wild animal she was trying to tame. “Look at me. Just look at me.”
Slowly he raised his eyes to hers and she saw the flames were still there, dancing faster and faster in those beautiful mismatched depths.
“Neh’sa,” he growled hoarsely. “Mistress…”
“Thorn,” she said again, softly. “I need to punish you. You were disobedient—you know you were. You deserve this.”
“I know.” He shifted restlessly, making the chains creak warningly again. “I know that, Mistress. I just can’t…I don’t want…Where are you going to put that thing, anyway?” He nodded his head jerkily at the long, slim silver wand in her hand.
“It’s going inside you,” Neh’s told him calmly. “But it’s not really going to hurt, although it will feel very intense.”
He eyed the wand mistrustfully.
“Hell of a lot longer and bigger than your soft little finger, Mistress,” he growled.
“I know that, Thorn, but I need you to take it for me.” Neh’sa stroked his back again. “I know we’re pushing a limit here but I promise if you trust me, I’ll help you have that release you need so badly. Can you trust me and open up?”
He looked at her, the flames dancing even higher in his eyes for just a moment. Then, with a low, shuddering sigh that was almost a groan, he nodded.
“Yes, Mistress. I…I’ll try.”
“That’s good. So good, Thorn.” Stroking his shoulders soothingly, Neh’sa reached for a tube of the slippery ointment she used to ease the way when she broke a slave to penetration.
Squirting a generous amount on her finger, she stroked it over his rosebud, feeling his big form quiver beneath her touch.
“It’s all right, Thorn,” she murmured as she stroked him, loosening him up just a little. “Everything is going to be all right.”
“Hope you’re fucking right,” he growled. When she put the blunt end of the long silver wand against his nether entrance he jumped. “Seven Hells, that’s cold!”
“It’ll be warm in a moment,” Neh’sa promised him. She pressed a button on the wand’s wide, flaring base and at once it began to warm until it was body temperature. When she pressed it against him again, Thorn didn’t jump, though he did shift uncomfortably.
“When are you going to…” He let the sentence trail off and Neh’sa stroked his back again.
“When you’re ready,” she murmured. “Do you trust me, Thorn?”
Another long, harsh sigh and then he nodded.
“Yes, Mistress—I trust you. Do it.”
Slowly but firmly, Neh’sa pushed the long silver wand inside him. It was warm now but she knew it would still feel strange to the big Kindred to have a foreign object in such a sensitive area. At last she had it in place.
“All right,” she told Thorn, stroking his shoulders. “The wand is inside you.”
“Yeah, I can feel it.” He gave a shaky laugh. “Now what? You going to jerk me off while you fuck me with it?”
“I won’t have to jerk you off to make you come this time,” Neh’sa purred softly in his ear. Reaching around him, she pressed another button on the base of the silver wand. With a low hum, the motor inside the slim device kicked on and began to vibrate.
“Gods!” Thorn’s eyes widened and his big body seemed to freeze in place for a moment. “Gods, Neh’sa!”
“Mistress,” Neh’sa corrected him. She went around to the drawer where she’d gotten the case and took out a small silver remote. Then she went to sit in front of the big Kindred. She wanted to watch his face while this played out.
“Mistress,” he groaned, his body shaking. “This fucking thing you’ve got inside me—it’s hitting that spot. The one you rubbed before.”
“Yes, I know.” Pressing a button on the remote, Neh’sa turned up the power, watching as he writhed in his bonds. “How does it feel, Thorn?” she murmured, cupping his cheek in one hand. “Look at me and tell me how it feels.”
“Fucking intense.” His eyes locked with hers and Neh’sa found she couldn’t look away—didn’t want to look away.
“Does it hurt?” she asked softly, still stroking his rough cheek. “Do you want it to stop?”
“No!” The word seemed to be ripped from his strongly corded throat. His eyes narrowed, the flames in them dancing faster and faster. “Gods, no, Mistress. I can barely fucking stand it but…but I don’t want it to stop.”
“That’s good,” Neh’sa told him softly. “Because I’m not going to stop it. I’m going to turn it up and make you come, Thorn. And I want to watch you while you do.”
“Mistress!” he groaned and she wasn’t sure if it was a protest or a plea. She pressed the remote again and watched as his eyes widened and his big body stiffened. Every muscle was tight and his broad chest was heaving like a bellows as the pleasure suddenly became too much to bear.
He didn’t need to tell her he was coming—Neh’sa knew. And as the first jet of his hot seed hit the ground below the spanking bench, she leaned forward and took his mouth in a kiss, swallowing the big Kindred’s shout of agonized pleasure eagerly although she knew she probably shouldn’t.
She kissed him passionately and he kissed her back, eagerly, hungrily as he continued to come, spurting again and again to the black leather floor covering below. His body shook with the force of his orgasm and it seemed he couldn’t get enough of her mouth. A low sound somewhere between a growl and a groan was rising ins his throat and his entire body was strained to the limit as he pleasure took him.
At last, Neh’sa reluctantly broke the kiss. Though Kindred males were supposed to be multi-orgasmic, she decided to only let him come once. Pressing the remote once more, she turned off the wand and removed it carefully.
Thorn was still breathing hard, his eyes closed, his big body limp for once. When Neh’sa touched his back, he looked up reflexively and she saw that the flames in his eyes had died away to sparks and the sparks were resting quietly, not dancing and swirling as they usually did when she was teasing him or training him.
Clearly, whatever event Thorn had been afraid might happen, had been averted. Good—that was good, right?
Neh’sa wasn’t entirely certain but she felt relieved anyway.
“Thorn,” she murmured, stroking the big Kindred’s heaving shoulders. “It’s over now. Are you all right?”
“Yes, Mistress.” His deep voice was ragged and when she stroked his cheek, he nuzzled against her palm as though seeking more of her touch. “Can you unchain me now?” he asked.
“Of course.”
Mindful of his previous experience with sub-drop and the intense vulnerability the big Kindred felt after being penetrated, Neh’sa took her time with the after-care that night. She gave Thorn another bath, although he’d already had one that day, then patted him dry with a towel and took him to her private sitting area.
She pulled Thorn onto the couch with her and rested his head in her lap, stroking his hair gently and tenderly, letting him know she was proud of him for submitting and honored by his trust in her. He was so big she felt like she was stroking a huge beast and yet she loved the sensation of closeness with him.
At first the big Kindred lay stiff against her but then with a low groan, he wound his arms around her waist and pressed his face against her belly.
“Mistress…” he whispered. “Gods, Mistress what are you doing to me?”
“Training you,” Neh’sa murmured. Loving you, whispered a soft voice in her head but she pushed it away.
“You’re breaking me.” He looked up at her with something like wonder in his eyes. “I thought nothing could break me but you are—you’re doing it. And more…you’re making me want to be broken.”
His hoarse, ragged voice touched Neh’sa deeply and she felt something in her heart loosen—something which had been tight and hard and frozen inside her since Heloth had died began to thaw. Had she ever felt so much for a submissive before? Not since Heloth, she had to admit. It was dangerous—wrong to feel so much for a male she was ultimately going to place with another Mistress.
Dangerous and wrong and beautiful.
“Oh, Thorn,” she whispered, holding him close, carding her fingers through his hair and bending down to kiss his rough cheek. “Oh, my sweet Thorn, sometimes we have to be broken before we can become whole.”
And in that moment she was speaking not only of him, but of herself as well.
He groaned and pulled her closer, burying his head in her lap, his arms tightening around her possessively while Neh’sa stroked his hair. Her heart overflowed and for the first time she wondered how she could bear to let him go.
The thought of giving him to another Mistress simply seemed too much to bear—so she didn’t. She pushed it away and let herself simply enjoy this moment of intimacy and quiet with her slave. With your lover, whispered the same little voice.
Neh’sa tried to ignore it but she couldn’t quite manage it…not this time. She simply felt too peaceful and good—too right holding Thorn this way. Her eyelids slipped closed and she told herself she would only rest for a moment before putting him to bed…
They fell asleep with his head in her lap but somehow, their positions shifted. When Neh’sa woke in the middle of the night, she found she was no longer sitting. Thorn must have pulled her down beside him because she was lying beside the big Kindred, cradled in his muscular arms with her head pillowed on one of his biceps.
For a moment, Neh’sa allowed herself to enjoy the closeness. The fire had burned down to embers but there was still enough light for her to trace Thorn’s strong features with her eyes. Goddess, he was beautiful—a mixture of dominant and submissive, Alpha and Beta as she was, perhaps, herself.
She thought of how he’d snapped and pressed her against the wall, ripping away her panties and tonguing her pussy so hungrily…and then of how he had submitted to her on the spanking bench, trusting her to give him the release he so desperately needed. She’d never had such a challenging submissive before, Neh’sa couldn’t help thinking. Never had one who pushed her limits as she pushed his.
Her heart squeezed in her chest…never, in the ten years since Heloth had died had she had a submissive that made her feel so strongly for him.
“Thorn,” she whispered, reaching up to stroke his cheek.
Even in sleep, he turned towards her touch and drew her closer with a low, contented rumble. His cheek was rough against her palm but his lips were soft, so soft when they brushed her skin.
Neh’sa felt sleep dragging on her. It was so warm in the big Kindred’s arms. So warm and safe and peaceful. For a moment she wanted to cuddle closer and go back to sleep, pressed against the hard, muscular wall of his chest.
But she knew she couldn’t do that. Things had already gone too far with Thorn. She was getting too attached to him—too involved with the sexual aspect of his training. All of this emotion and tension between them would end badly if she wasn’t careful. If she didn’t guard her heart.
I’ll call Lee’Lah tomorrow, she promised herself.
Lee’Lah was a Mistress and a friend, the one she most often called on when she needed a female body substitute to train her submissives sexually. The other Mistress was more than willing to be practiced on, especially when it came to honing a slave’s oral skills.
Things had gone too far with Thorn this time—it was time to let him practice on another Mistress. Time to start breaking the strange bond that had somehow formed between them.
Neh’sa didn’t like the idea of the big Kindred with his head buried between some other woman’s legs—in fact it made her stomach knot up and her hands fist at her sides. But it was necessary—the next step she had to take before things got even more complicated between them.
Reluctantly, she slid from the circle of Thorn’s arms and went to her cold, empty bed alone. There, she tossed and turned for hours, thinking of calling the other Mistress and telling herself it was for the best—that it was better this way.
It was a long time before she got back to sleep.