“Mistress, I beg you to take me.”
Neh’sa looked down in surprise as Thorn knelt suddenly at her feet.
She’d slept late and spent the day in quiet reflection, mostly soaking in the bathing pool. It was beautifully warm and the water seemed to have some kind of conditioner in it that made her skin and hair extra soft. When she finally stepped out of it and went to look at the clothing Sophie had sent her, she’d felt entirely relaxed.
Maybe that was why she’d chosen to wear the soft red gown with thin straps that clung to her breasts and flared out around her full hips instead of any of the other, more modest clothing. There were red silk panties to match and even a pair of black high-heeled slippers to go with it.
When she’d put the outfit on, Neh’sa had been thinking it was the closest thing in the pile of clothing to what she usually wore on Yonnie Six. Now she wasn’t certain it was such a good idea.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, looking down at the big Kindred still kneeling at her feet.
“You told me once you wouldn’t take me—wouldn’t fuck me—unless I begged you to.” He looked up at her. “I’m begging you now, Mistress. I want to serve you in every way. Look.” He held out a red bag with a pink and purple logo on the side that looked like a pair of pursed lips. “I went today to get the necessary equipment.”
“What?” Uncertainly, Neh’sa took the bag from him and looked into it. Inside was a thick black leather phallus and a harness to strap it on with. The equipment reminded her of her own gear back home—although it wasn’t of the same quality since hers had been handmade specifically for her by a master craftswoman.
“Put it on. Wear it.” Thorn’s mismatched eyes were blazing with intensity. “Use it on me. Take me—fuck me. Dominate me the way I dominated you in the dungeon of the Krine.”
“Why? So we can be even? No!” Neh’sa threw the bag onto the couch where the contents flew out and lay on the cushions looking obscene. “I won’t take you that way, Thorn—not ever,” she said, frowning. “Not now that I know you don’t want that kind of treatment—that you never wanted it.”
“You’re wrong.” He rose to his feet, frowning. “I didn’t think I wanted that—didn’t think I wanted to be dominated. But you…you taught me differently, Mistress.”
“Stop calling me that,” Neh’sa said angrily. “I’m not your Mistress!”
“But you can be, if only you’re willing. Neh’sa, please…” Thorn captured her hands in his and looked at her earnestly. “Please, I don’t want you to go. I…I love you.”
Neh’sa sucked in a breath. He’d said he cared for her before—cared deeply. But this was the first time the big Kindred had said he loved her.
“Do you?” she asked, searching his eyes with hers. “Do you truly love me, Thorn?”
“More than my own life.” His deep voice was hoarse with emotion. “I’ll swear it by the Goddess if an oath is necessary to satisfy you of my sincerity.”
“I love you, too,” Neh’sa admitted, unable to hold back the words. “But I thought…thought what you felt for me might all be an act.”
“Because I had to lie to you on Yonnie Six.” He sighed in apparent frustration and ran a hand through his hair. “I hated like hell to do that, Neh’sa, but the secret wasn’t mine to tell. And I had to get that information. Even now my people are preparing for an attack from the Hive.”
“I understand your people are in danger,” Neh’sa told him. “But I promise you, if you’d told me everything on Yonnie Six I would have helped.” She frowned. “You wouldn’t have had to force me to cooperate the way you did with Lady Wraith’neck.”
“I should have trusted you,” Thorn admitted. “But Neh’sa, I’ve been in the Espionage Corps for a long time—most of my adult life—and I’ve never compromised a mission.”
“Not even under torture, right?” she asked dryly.
“Not even under torture,” he agreed. His voice softened. “What I told you that night you used the wand on me was true. I’d never been broken, no matter what the bastards who caught me did to me. But you…you broke me with love.” He cupped her cheek in his hand and Neh’sa felt her heart flutter. “You made me want what you did to me, Mistress. I still want it—still want you.”
“I want you too, but…” Neh’sa looked at him uncertainly. “But I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.” She walked across to the couch and picked up the thick, black leather phallus and harness he’d brought for her to wear. “This tells me you don’t know.”
“What?” Thorn frowned. “Why not?”
“It’s huge for one thing,” Neh’sa said, frowning. “Much bigger than the silver wand I used on you last time. I would never force you to take something so large unless you’d trained for it and I thought you were ready for it.”
“Well…” He shifted uncomfortably. “It was the biggest one they had. I thought…”
“You thought you would like having this thing shoved inside you?” Neh’sa demanded, shaking it at him before she tossed it away.
He scowled. “Well, no. But I thought you might enjoy putting it there.”
“How could I enjoy hurting you like that—forcing you to take something you’re not ready for?” Neh’sa raised an eyebrow at him. “Admit it, Thorn—you picked this out as a kind of self-punishment. You thought I’d feel better if I fucked you the way you fucked me in the Krine’s dungeon.”
“I’m trying to make up for what I did to you—the way I bit you and penetrated you so roughly,” he growled. “Not to mention bonding you to me against your will.” He shook his head, eyeing her shoulder where the bandage covering the bite mark was clearly visible under the thin straps of the red dress. “You have the healing power, Neh’sa—I don’t understand why you didn’t just heal yourself of the bite.”
“Maybe I didn’t want to,” Neh’sa said softly. “Maybe I wanted to wear your mark.”
“The way I wanted to wear your brand,” he said roughly. Then he shook his head in frustration.
“Look, this is all beside the point. I’m offering to let you penetrate me—offering to submit to you completely. Isn’t that what you want?”
Neh’sa shook her head.
“No,” she said quietly. “At least…not all the time.”
“Then make me understand.” Thorn took her hand and drew her over to the couch. “Tell me what you want and I swear by all the Gods I’ll do my damndest to give it to you, Mistress.”
Neh’sa bit her lip.
“To start with, I don’t always want to be the Mistress,” she murmured. “There was… a game that Heroth, my first body-slave and I, used to play.”
“The one you loved so much.” Thorn nodded. “What kind of a game?”
“We called it…’switch’,” Neh’sa said. She took a deep breath—she’d never admitted this to anyone before. But she had to clear the air with Thorn before they could move forward. “It was when…he played the Master and I was the submissive for a while. We didn’t always play it—probably only half the time we made love. But…I enjoyed it.” She shrugged. “It’s shameful to admit, but I did.”
“What’s wrong with switching it up sometimes?” Thorn asked reasonably. “That’s exactly what I was thinking last night when I was wondering how to bring you back to me. Why can’t we take turns being in charge?”
“So…you like that too?” Neh’sa asked uncertainly. “Because sometimes people from different cultures think that what we Yonnites do is…disgusting or wrong.”
“You mean dominance games?” Thorn grinned at her wolfishly. “I love it, sweetheart. Never thought I would, but you seem to have woken up a part of me I didn’t know I had. I love submitting to you…” He stroked her cheek. “And I love dominating you too.”
“You…you do?” Neh’sa could hardly believe it but she could feel the sincerity coming from him through their bond.
“Hell yes, sweetheart. Just wish I hadn’t been so rough last time.” He frowned and stroked a finger over the white bandage that still covered the bite mark on her shoulder. “I’m sorry about this—more sorry than I can say.”
“I forgive you for marking me, so you should also forgive yourself,” Neh’sa murmured. “Sometimes pleasure comes mixed with pain—that’s one of the principles of the way we Yonnites make love.”
“It won’t happen again,” Thorn swore. “I mean…” He frowned. “Unless you… want it to?”
“I might,” Neh’sa said lightly. “There are many things I might want…slave.”
The golden sparks began to dance in his mismatched eyes and his voice dropped to a low, lustful growl.
“Tell me what you want, Mistress. I am yours to command.”
“You can start by kissing my panties.” Neh’sa settled herself more comfortably on the couch and pushed the phallus and its harness to one side. They would definitely not be using it tonight. But there were other ways to have fun. And now that she knew Thorn felt the same way she did and was willing to switch roles back and forth, she was in the mood to play a bit.
“I’m glad because I’m in the mood too, Mistress,” Thorn growled through their link. “Always in the mood for you.”
He was already on the floor between her spread legs and now he lifted the hem of the red silky gown to reveal the little scarlet triangle of her panties.
“Mmm…then what are you waiting for?” Neh’sa purred. “Kiss me, Thorn.”
“With pleasure, Mistress.”
He leaned forward, his broad shoulders splitting her thighs wide. But instead of kissing her panties, he rubbed his rough cheek against them, growling with desire, and then inhaled deeply.
“Gods your scent drives me fucking crazy.” He looked up at her, his eyes filled with heat. “The way you teased me when you were training me…are you going to keep doing that?”
Neh’sa gave him a slow smile.
“Who said your training was finished, slave? I have more to teach you—much more.”
“I was hoping you’d say that, Mistress.” Leaning in, he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss over the thin silk of her panties. “Mmm, I can tell you’re already getting wet and hot for me. I can smell your heat. Fucking delicious.”
“A good body-slave is always attuned to his Mistress’s body and her needs,” Neh’sa lectured rather breathlessly. She shifted her hips, spreading her legs a little wider. “Right now I need to come.”
“And I want to feel you coming—all over my face.” With a low, animal noise in the back of his throat, Thorn tangled his long fingers in the thin strings at the sides of her panties and ripped them off her, leaving her pussy completely exposed.
“Thorn!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “Those were a new pair of panties you just ruined.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.” His eyes were molten with lust. “You can punish me later. Right now I just want to taste your sweet pussy.”
“All right, I’ll defer punishment so you can get back to making me come.” Neh’sa beckoned to him. “I’m right here, Thorn—what are you waiting for? Taste my pussy.”
“Gods! Love it when you talk like that—love it when you order me to pleasure you, Mistress.”
He lowered his head eagerly and would have plundered her pussy with his tongue but Neh’sa tangled a hand in his thick hair and held him back.
“Slowly,” she ordered in her best stern Mistress voice. “Gently. I only want you to lick along my slit—just trace it very lightly with the tip of your tongue.”
“Gods…yes, Mistress,” Thorn groaned.
From the thick bulge in the crotch of his black flight leathers, Neh’sa could tell her orders were making him almost desperate with need. For that matter, she was feeling extremely needy herself, especially as she watched just the tip of his tongue trace delicately along the open slit of her pussy. Her clit was throbbing for attention and when his tongue dragged lightly over it, she jumped and moaned. Goddess, she wanted him!
But on her own terms. She decided to continue the game.
“That’s good, Thorn—very good,” she murmured, running a gentle hand through his hair. Reaching down, she parted her pussy with two fingers, spreading it wide to show her slippery, pink inner folds. “Now, do you see my clit?”
“Gods, yes Mistress—I see it.” His voice was hoarse with lust. “I want to kiss it—want to suck it until you moan.”
“In a moment. First I want you to trace it with your tongue, like you did my slit. Just very lightly around and around and…”
Her words died off into a moan because the big Kindred had leaned forward eagerly and was already doing as she had commanded, gently tracing her throbbing button over and over with his tongue.
Neh’sa moaned as the gentle strokes of his tongue pushed her pleasure higher. Already she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with need—soon she was going to overflow.
Well, not if Thorn did his job right.
“Thorn,” she ordered, cupping his rough cheek in her palm. “You’re doing a good job—so good my juices are going to get all over this couch if you don’t lick them up.”
“Gods, Mistress,” he groaned. “I love to taste your honey straight from the source. Do you want me to put my tongue deep in your pussy to lap up your juices?”
Neh’sa gave him a lazy smile.
“That was my idea exactly. Yes, slave—you may.”
And then she was moaning because the word “yes” was barely out of her mouth before the big Kindred had his head between her legs with his tongue buried deep in her creamy pussy.
He moaned low in his throat as he licked her out, tasting her to the fullest while Neh’sa gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on. Somehow the broad pad of one long finger found her sensitive clit and Thorn resumed the circling motion he’d been doing earlier with his tongue.
Oh Goddess! Neh’sa thought deliriously. It’s too much…too good! I can’t hold out much longer.
”Good,” she heard Thorn send through their link. “Because I can’t wait to feel you come in my mouth, Mistress. Come for me now while I tongue-fuck your sweet pussy.”
His hot, dirty words and the feeling of his tongue and fingers stroking her simultaneously was too much. Suddenly Neh’sa felt a wave of pleasure rolling over her and her hips bucked up as her inner muscles squeezed tightly around his invading tongue.
“Thorn!” she wailed, putting on a very un-Mistress-like display—not that she cared. “Oh Goddess, Thorn—that’s amazing.
“That’s right—come for me, sweetheart,” he growled in her head. “Love to feel you coming so hard on my tongue…”
Neh’sa moaned and bucked against him but she knew they were only getting started… They had a lot of catching up to do, now that she knew for certain Thorn honestly wanted to make love the way she needed to.
* * * * *
Thorn lost count of the times he made her come that night. She rode his face shamelessly and he loved it—loved her cool, commanding Mistress tone and the way she ordered him to do certain things to her…delicious, forbidden things.
After she got as much as she wanted of his tongue, she sat him on one of the high-backed chairs in the food-prep area, tied his hands behind his back, and pulled down his flight leathers to let his straining cock spring free. By the time she straddled him, he felt nearly ready to explode.
“Now don’t move, slave,” she ordered, her voice sounding breathless with need. “You’re not to so much as twitch while I take your shaft inside me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled but he couldn’t help the groan that rose in his throat as she eased down onto him, taking his cock deep into her willing pussy while he tensed in frustration, unable to do anything but watch.
“That’s good, Thorn,” she gasped. “Gods, you’re huge! So good to hold still while I take you.”
“Is this what you like, Mistress?” he growled as she lowered herself slowly onto him. “You like the feel of me penetrating you? Filling you with my cock?”
“I love it,” Neh’sa admitted. Bracing herself on his shoulders, she eased down the final few inches until he was buried to the root in her tight, wet pussy. “Goddess, I love it so much.”
“Then show me how much, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he took her mouth in a hot kiss, sharing her own secret flavor with her. “Show me how much you love having my shaft buried inside you. Fuck yourself on me—fuck your hot little pussy on my cock.”
“Goddess, Thorn—I love it when you talk like that,” she moaned, lifting herself so that a few thick inches slid out of her tight, wet sheath and then lowering herself back down. “Love it so much.”
“I love the way you moan,” Thorn told her as she continued to move up and down on him, rolling her hips to take him as deep as possible while he forced himself to hold still. “Love to hear those soft, helpless little sounds you make when you come, Mistress.”
Neh’sa looked into his eyes.
“I want you to move now, Thorn—move with me, thrust in me.”
He’d been holding himself rigidly still, trying to be obedient to her order not to move but now he was glad to obey.
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled, rolling his hips upward to thrust deep into her pussy. Neh’sa was so much smaller than he was that her entire body was lifted by the thrust. She moaned and held onto his shoulders, gripping tight as he filled her again and again, giving her what she needed—what they both needed so badly.
“Thorn,” she gasped after an unknowable length of time. “Thorn, I’m about to come again. And I want you…want you to come with me.”
“How do you mean?” He frowned, still working his hips. “Want me to pull out and come on your belly?” Which might be somewhat difficult considering the fact that his entire length was entirely buried in her wet, sucking pussy and it felt like she was milking him with her inner muscles.
But Neh’sa was shaking her head.
“No,” she moaned. “Want you to come with me…in me. I want to feel you shoot your seed inside me again, Thorn. The way you did when you bonded me to you.”
“You sure about that?” he groaned. “If you’re not already, I could get you pregnant. And it would probably be with a son.”
“I don’t care!” Neh’sa said recklessly. “I want to stay with you here. If I get pregnant with your baby, daughter or son, I’ll be happy to bear it.”
“I love you,” she added through their link.
“Oh Gods, sweetheart—I love you too. So much!” Thorn sent. And with a last deep thrust he was filling her, spurting deep inside her willing pussy to plant his seed in her…his Mistress…his lover…his mate forever.
And as he felt her inner pussy eagerly drinking him in, he knew they would never be parted again.