Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (20 page)

“Thrace…”
Her dark eyes were wide and uncertain. “I—”

“Forgive me, my lady, but the dinner chime rang
five minutes ago. If you don’t hurry you will be late.”

It was one of the door guards, dressed in his orange
and purple uniform. He bowed low and indicated the broad golden archway at the
end of the room which most of the other mistresses had already gone through.

“Oh, of course. Thank you.” Trin nodded in
confusion and looked at Thrace.
“I guess we’d better go.”

“I guess so,” he said. But he couldn’t help
wondering what was in store for them later that night. And if Trin would allow
herself to enjoy it.

Chapter
Eighteen

The head dining table was at the far end of the
long, high-ceilinged rectangular room. Two long tables ran the length of the
vast hall and all the other mistresses were already seated along them with
their slaves.

Trin and Thrace had to walk all the way from
one end of the banquet hall to the other with everyone staring at them. Trin
could feel her cheeks heating as they strode down the narrow isle between the
lengthy tables but she kept her head high and her shoulders back. She refused
to be embarrassed by a lot of women she didn’t know and didn’t care about—at
least, that was what she told herself.

“Ah, my dear—
here
you are. I was beginning
to get worried!” Lady Tam-tam said when they finally reached the head table
which was covered in a gold lace tablecloth and laid with gem encrusted goblets
and plates. Lady Tam-tam was seated on a vast golden throne-like chair right in
the center of the table.

There were chairs on either side of her, but they
weren’t normal plasti-wood ones like the kind the other mistresses and slaves
were seated on at the two long tables. Instead, the chairs at the head table
appeared to be a kind of high-backed sitting swing made of padded mesh and
suspended from the arching ceiling above. Trin saw, with some dismay, that the
chairs were meant for two—but not to sit side-by-side. No, the arrangement
appeared to be much more…intimate than that.

From what she could see, the body-slave sat in the
swing first and leaned back against the padded mesh and then his mistress sat
in his lap. It looked rather awkward for the few couples who didn’t appear to
want to be together or touching but there were several mistress and slave pairs
seated around Lady Tam-tam who seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. One
of them was a little blonde mistress and her slave seated directly to Trin’s
left. They were giggling and snuggling like a pair of love birds, obviously
perfectly comfortable in the strange swing-seat.

There was an empty swinging seat to Lady Tam-tam’s
right, right beside the giggling couple, but when Trin moved to go to it, their
hostess raised a hand to stop her.

“Wait, Lady Trin. Through some oversight by the
door guards I don’t believe you were announced as we came into the reception
hall.”

Trin’s mouth went dry and her palms began to sweat.

“Oh, well that’s all right, Lady Tam-tam. I don’t
mind, really,” she said, trying to smile.

“But I
do.”
Lady Tam-tam got a mulish
expression on her face. “You’re my special guest—you
must
be announced!
And there is no time like the present. Guard!” she said and one of the guards
in orange and purple livery rushed over at once.

“Yes, my Mistress?”

“Announce Lady Trin at once. Yes—right here will
do,” indicating the open spot in front of the table. “And see that you speak
nice and loudly so everyone can hear.”

Trin had never been a particularly shy person but
she felt she wanted to melt into the ground when the guard turned and bellowed,

“Announcing Lady Trin, the special guest of our
hostess and the mistress of all our hearts, Lady Tam-tam of Dreaming Hills!”

Trin made a brief bow to all those assembled but
she knew she couldn’t be seated yet. Thrace was standing right beside
her, waiting for her signal. But somehow she couldn’t give it.

“Well, go on my dear,” Lady Tam-tam hissed behind
her. “Have your love-slave make obeisance to you. Then the feast can begin.”

She looked at Thrace, her heart pounding.
Goddess,
I can’t do this in front of all these people. I
can’t
…

Thrace
seemed to understand her trouble—the way she was
frozen to the spot and unable to move, unable to give him the correct signal to
make obeisance to her.

“Mistress,” he murmured and bent towards her. But
instead of getting on his knees at once, he leaned forward and cupped her
breasts. Bringing them to his mouth, he laid a soft, gentle kiss on each
nipple, making Trin bite back a gasp. His breath was hot through the thin lace
and her nipples, already erect from the slight chill in the air, were suddenly tight,
aching little points at the ends of her breasts.

From behind her, she heard Lady Tam-tam give a
murmur of approval but Thrace
wasn’t done yet—he knelt before her and put his hands on her waist. He looked
up at her, holding her gaze with his own, and then pressed his mouth carefully
to the tiny triangle of turquoise lace at the center of her mound.

This time Trin couldn’t stop the moan that escaped
her as his hot breath caressed the curve of her sex. She could feel his open
mouth pressing against her outer pussy lips and his eyes were half lidded with
desire as he looked up at her and kissed her—kissed her as though he wished the
panties weren’t in his way.

Trin wanted to look away but she couldn’t—she was
caught in that silver-blue gaze and unable to get free. As he nuzzled close and
pressed deeper so that she felt her pussy lips parting under the thin material,
she couldn’t help remembering the things he’d said about tasting her, about how
he longed to lap her juices right from the source…

“Th-thrace,” she gasped, almost unable to get the
words out. “That’s enough.”

He ended the kiss with obvious reluctance and rose
slowly to his feet. Then he took her by the shoulders.

“Never enough, Mistress,” he growled, his eyes burning
with lust. “It’s never enough with you.” Leaning down, he pressed a soft,
open-mouthed kiss to her lips before taking her hand. “Come, it’s time we were
seated.”

Trin followed him in a daze to the swinging seat on
the right of Lady Tam-tam and the left of the blonde mistress and her slave.

“Oh my dears, that was lovely! Such a beautiful
obeisance,” Lady Tam-tam exclaimed, beaming at Trin. “And the kiss on the mouth
at the end…did you teach him that?”

“Um, no. That was…his own idea.” Trin felt flushed
all over, her pulse racing and her breath coming short. Why did her body react
to the big Havoc this way? Was it simply the embarrassment of having to perform
in front of a crowd? Or something else?

Except
Thrace
was the one doing the performing, wasn’t he?
whispered
a little voice in her ear.
You just stood there and let him act on you…let
him do things you know aren’t right.

Trin tried to push it away. What was done was
done—the important thing now was just getting through dinner.

“Well, be seated my dears,” Lady Tam-tam directed,
nodding at the high-backed chair suspended from the ceiling beside her. “The
servers are about to bring the first course—I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

“Of…of course.” Trin cleared her throat and looked
at Thrace.
“Let’s be seated.”

“Of course, mistress.” Copying the other couples at
the table, the big Havoc seated himself in the swinging chair, which seemed
surprisingly stable, and patted his thighs. “Well? Come on, Mistress.”

Trin started to sit down…but then she hesitated.
Her dress was still open in front and back, baring her ass and Thrace
was still wearing the leather trousers with no crotch. Only the thin black silk
loincloth he wore belted around his trim waist covered that area. And it was
clear from the hard ridge of flesh rising under the black silk that he was
aroused.

“Sorry,” he growled when she looked at him. “Can’t
help it. Kissing you makes me hard.”

Lady Tam-tam noticed Trin’s dilemma as well.

“Oh my—it seems your love-slave truly cares for
you,” she said, smiling at Trin. “You lucky girl! Don’t be shy—go on and sit in
his lap. Ask Lady Needra to your left if you need any
pointers
.” She
nodded at Thrace’s
erection significantly and giggled like a naughty school girl.

“Um, thank you, Lady Tam-tam,” Trin said weakly.

She turned her attention to the young blonde
mistress she’d noticed earlier who was wearing a purple dress and sitting in
her love-slave’s lap. He was large and muscular with brown hair and he appeared
to adore his lady—if the way he was cradling her against him was any
indication. The mistress seemed to return his affection, snuggling back against
him and making happy little murmurs as he cupped her breasts through the thin
lace of her dress.

“Hello,” Trin said, since Lady Tam-tam had seemed
to want her to talk to them.

“Hi, I’m Needra.” The blonde mistress smiled
encouragingly. “And this is my love-slave, Yorth.” She nodded at her slave. “I
see your slave has the same problem Yorth did,” she added, nodding at Thrace who was
sitting with his legs spread, as though to make room for the hard ridge of
flesh rising from between his thighs.

“Yes, um…” Trin cleared her throat. “But it’s all
right. I’ll just…sit on his knee or something.”

“Oh, you can’t do that,” Needra said, her eyes
wide. “The love chair will over balance if you do and spill you right on the
floor! The only way is to sit way back in his lap and, well…I find it works
best if you just kind of let his shaft rest between your legs. See?” She
twitched a fold of fabric which had been hiding her inner thighs to one side
and Trin saw the broad, plum-shaped head of her body-slave’s shaft was resting
between her legs, right against the thin panties that covered her pussy.

“Oh…” she said, her eyes going wide. “I didn’t
know…”

“Of course, it works best if you just slide him
inside your panties,” Needra continued, demonstrating with her own tiny pair of
purple panties which matched her dress. Slipping the bottom string of the small
garment aside, she slid her slave’s thick shaft inside so that the thin,
stretchy material of the panties held him in place against her bare cunt. He
was too long to be contained in this way, however, and Trin could plainly see
the head of his cock thrusting up over the edge of the panties as the long
ridge of flesh rubbed his mistress’s outer pussy lips.

“This way it kinds of holds the shaft against you
and you don’t have to worry about him slipping around too much,” Lady Needra
said with a giggle. She wiggled against her slave and Trin was shocked to see
that his shaft was actually parting his mistress’s outer pussy lips and rubbing
against her slippery inner folds.

Oh
my Goddess, his shaft is right up against her! If she’s not careful he’s going
to penetrate her!

She couldn’t keep the shock from her face but she
tried to keep her voice even as she spoke.

“I don’t know…I don’t think we should…I mean, it
seems like you might be taking a…a risk there.”

Lady Needra seemed to read her mind.

“Oh, you mean that Yorth here might
penetrate
me?” she asked and gave Trin a naughty wink. “Well, you know how these things
go. I mean, if I lean over and reach for something on the table…” She
demonstrated, rising a little way off his lap and reaching casually for a
golden goblet which appeared to contain the same blue wine Lady Malroth had
been sipping. “And then sit back down without being careful…” she went on,
sinking back slowly into her slave’s lap. He gave a low groan and Lady Needra
gave an answering moan before looking up at Trin. “Then I suppose it
might
happen,”
she said breathlessly.

Trin bit back a gasp as she saw that the broad head
of the slave’s cock was no longer in view—presumably because it was buried in
his mistress’s cunt.

“I…I…” She shook her head, unable to speak.

“But of course that’s just an
accident,”
Lady
Needra went on, her eyelids fluttering with obvious pleasure. “And Yorth here
knows that he needs to hold very,
very
still if such an accident occurs.
Isn’t that right, Yorth?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Her body-slave’s voice was hoarse
but he held perfectly still as Lady Needra sat on his lap, her thighs spread
wide to accommodate his girth inside her.

“Because if he moved, you see,” his mistress
continued, still speaking to Trin, “If he…
thrust
inside me for
instance—well, it’s hard to explain. You’d better show her what I mean, Yorth.”

“As my lady pleases,” her slave growled. Cupping
her breasts, he pinched her pert pink nipples between his thumbs and fingers
tightly. Then, with a slow, deep movement of his pelvis, he pushed up, clearly
seating his cock as deeply inside his mistress’s pussy as he could.

Lady Needra closed her eyes for a moment and
moaned, obviously enjoying the sensation of being filled by her slave. When she
opened them again, they were hazy with pleasure. “Thank you, Yorth—that will
do.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He subsided, sinking back against
the love-chair again.

“You see, if Yorth did
that,
he would be
actually penetrating me on purpose—
fucking
me.” Lady Needra’s eyes
flashed. “But if he holds still, well, it’s just an
accident
. And as
soon as I notice it, I’ll correct it.”

She settled deeper into her slave’s lap for a
moment and ground against him, moving her hips and, drawing another groan from
his lips, before rising slowly and repositioning his shaft between her pussy
lips as before. Only this time, Trin saw, the head of his cock was shiny and
wet—clearly he had been to the root inside his mistress’s pussy just now and
just as clearly Lady Needra didn’t mind at all. In fact, she had actually
seemed to
like
it.