Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (33 page)

“Oh…” Trin was surprised at how
much more open this new position made her. Her pelvis was tilted up now, giving
the big Havoc direct access to her entrance.

“Gods, this part of your body is
so sweet and soft,” Thrace
murmured. Leaning down, he traced the opening to her body—which was still
tightly shut—very gently with the tip of his tongue.

Trin gasped and shivered.
In me. Oh Goddess, he’s going to go inside
me now!

But he didn’t. Instead he looked
into her eyes while he leaned down to kiss her clit again. When he looked up he
said, “You’re not ready yet.”

“But…I thought you said I was.”

“You almost are.” He kissed her little
pearl once more, making her shiver. “Before I do this, before I penetrate you,
I want to give you a little more pleasure. Or rather, I want
you
to pleasure yourself on
me.”

“What…what do you mean?” Trin’s
voice came out high and breathless—she couldn’t help it.

“I mean, I’m going to press my
tongue against your pussy and hold it there—just hold it steady. And you work
yourself against me—rub your soft little cunt into my face. Get right up to the
edge but don’t come…not yet.”

“I…don’t know about this.” Trin
felt uncertain.

“You can do it.” Thrace
licked her slowly, letting the tip of his tongue tease delicately around her
entrance and even dip down to press very lightly against her there, almost
entering her for a moment before pulling back. “Use me for your pleasure,
Mistress. Make me earn your approval,” he growled softly.

Trin understood what he was
doing—putting her in control of the situation. Letting her take things as far
as she wanted them to go before he finally took over again. She loved how he
was able to mix things up—to make her feel strong and powerful in one moment
when he called her “Mistress” and soft and protected the next when she was
suddenly “baby.” How could he switch so fluidly from one role to another? From
the sexual dominant to the willing slave in a breath? He just seemed to know
exactly what she needed from moment to moment—it was amazing. And also
incredibly hot.

“All right,” she whispered and
nodded.

Thrace
nodded back and pressed the flat of his
tongue hard against her open pussy, enveloping her in his heat and warmth,
making her writhe against him involuntarily.

He gave a low groan when her
hips began to move of their own volition and Trin felt the soft rasp of his
scratchy cheeks against her inner thighs and the pleasure of his tongue rubbing
against her sensitive clit. It sent sparks of pleasure through her entire body,
making her feel like she was on fire.

She did it again, on purpose
this time, rubbing against him, giving herself pleasure with his mouth as he
had asked her to do, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge with each
exquisite burst of friction.

She could feel herself getting
hotter and wetter, her juices overflowing as she rubbed against him. Thrace
moaned deep in his throat and his hands tightened on her ass, helping to push
her up towards his face. It was clear he was enjoying this every bit as much as
she was. Every once in a while she could feel him swallowing and knew he was
drinking from her, tasting her honey right from the source. The knowledge made
her even hotter and Trin fisted her hands in the bedspread on either side of
her and rubbed harder, working her hips, riding his face shamelessly.

“Goddess,”
she moaned. “Oh, please…”

Thrace
had told her not to come but she couldn’t
help herself—she was going to go over the edge. She could feel the orgasm
coming, rising from inside her, waiting to crash over her in a hungry wave of
sensation.

But just as she felt she was
nearly at the edge of no return, he pulled his tongue away from her hungry clit
and looked up at her.

“Now you’re ready,” he murmured.
Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he split her even wider and leaned down to
thrust his tongue deep into her soft, unprotected pussy entrance.

“Ahhh!” Trin gasped aloud as she
felt his hot, wet tongue slide into her. With one swift move, he had penetrated
her almost to the core and yet, she felt no pain—none at all. There was only
the pleasure of feeling him inside her. Amazed at the sensation, she bucked up
against him, helping him as he tongue-fucked her as deeply as he could,
thrusting hard into her aching core.

Goddess, it felt
amazing.
Nothing like what she’d been
warned would happen if she ever allowed herself to be penetrated. There was no
pain at all. True, she was a little tight and uncertain at first but as he
licked her deeper and deeper, she felt herself begin to loosen up, to open to
him and give him greater access to her most hidden and intimate places.

Thrace
must have felt it too because he drew back
yet again and looked up at her.

“Fingers now,” he murmured,
holding up one large hand. “Just one to start with and then one more if you can
tolerate it, baby. All right?”

“All right.” She was no longer
Unpenetrated, Trin told herself. It should be all right to let him put his
fingers inside her as well as his tongue. Although they did look awfully thick…

“It’s all right, baby,” he
murmured, obviously reading the uncertainty on her face. “I licked you nice and
deep—you’ll be able to open now.”

Trin decided to trust him.

“Okay,” she whispered, making an
effort to relax. “Go ahead. Just…go slow.”

“Always, baby,” he reassured her
in a low rumble. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

Then he leaned down to lick and
sucked her clit again. At the same time, Trin felt his fingertip teasing gently
around her entrance, just as his tongue had earlier. She moaned softly as it slipped
inside her, just a little way at first and then deeper, as he searched for the
end of her channel. She relaxed when she realized she felt no pain and she
barely even gasped when he slipped a second finger in, filling her tight sheath
in a way it had never been filled before.

“All right, baby?” Thrace
asked, looking up from his licking as he fucked gently in and out of her pussy
with the two thick fingers. “Feels all right?”

“Feels…different,” Trin admitted
with a breathless moan. “I’ve never… I mean, it feels
good.”
It did, too. The blunt ends of his fingertips pressing
against the end of her channel, the sensation of her body being stretched
around his…it seemed to wake up nerves she hadn’t known she possessed and those
nerves were all about pleasure. “Feels…amazing.”

“You like it when I finger-fuck
your soft little pussy?” Thrace’s
eyes were half-lidded with desire. “You like it when I fill you with my fingers
and make you moan?”

“I…I do,” Trin admitted, rolling
her hips in time with his rhythm. “I didn’t…didn’t think it was possible that
this would actually feel good but…oh
Goddess
,”
she moaned as he pressed deep inside her. “It does, Thrace—it really does!”

“Because your sweet little pussy
needs it. Needs to be fucked. Needs to be opened,” he growled, his eyes glowing
silver with need. “Gods it makes me so hot to watch you lean back and take it
like this, lean back and open yourself for my fingers and tongue.”

“Thrace!” As always the dirty words
spoken in his low, growling voice seemed to set off something inside her.
“Please, I’m close…so
close.”

“I know you are, baby and I’m
going to make you come. But when you do, it’s going to be with the shaft inside
you.”

“It is?” Trin felt a surge of
trepidation. “But I thought you said you wouldn’t put it in until after I
came.”

“Change of plans,” he growled.
“I think you need to watch it slide inside you and get used to it before you
start coming. Having an orgasm is going to cause you to tighten up a
little—better you should tighten with it inside you to start with than for me
to try and put it in while you’re all clenched up from pleasure.”

“Okay.” Trin nodded—she had to
admit what he said made sense.

He pulled back for a moment and
reached for the light blue bag. Slowly he withdrew the double ended phallus. Trin
bit her lip so hard she tasted blood when he turned the deep red end towards
her. Oh Goddess, was she really going through with this? Thrace’s tongue had been soft and
gentle and his fingers had been thick but pleasurable, but they were part of
him—part of the male she trusted. This
thing
was cold and ungiving and foreign. She didn’t want to feel it sliding
inside her, filling her as Thrace
had with his fingers and tongue.

But what choice did she have?

“Slowly,” he murmured, as if
reading her thoughts. “Gently, Mistress. You know I won’t hurt you.”

He had unwound his arms from
around her thighs but he was still between them, his broad shoulders keeping
her spread wide apart…open…and vulnerable.

Trin jumped and gasped when he
pressed the rounded red tip of the phallus against her entrance but Thrace didn’t
try to thrust it in right away. Instead he waited, just holding it in place,
letting her get used to the feel of it rubbing against her.

To her surprise it wasn’t cold
and hard as she had feared. The heart’s blood stone was warm as blood and while
not exactly soft, it was at least very smooth and silky to touch.

“There, see?” Thrace raised an eyebrow at her.
“It’s not so bad, right?”

“I…guess not,” Trin whispered.
“It’s bigger than I thought it was, though.”

“Only a little bigger than my
two fingers,” he murmured reassuringly. “I’m going to slide it into you slowly,
Mistress. And while I do, I’m going to stroke your sweet little clit. You just
let yourself open up and ride it for me—take it in deep and slow. Let me
penetrate you and when you’re ready, let yourself come.”

Those forbidden words spoken in
his deep, soft voice seemed to do something to her insides. Trin felt like she
was melting from the waist down and for a moment she actually wished it was Thrace’s
shaft that would be sliding deep into her pussy rather than the heart’s blood
phallus.

Don’t
be ridiculous,
whispered
the little voice in her head fiercely.
You
know that can never be. It would be a slap in the face of the Goddess!
Blasphemy!

Trin pushed the thought away.
She didn’t want to feel guilty right now. She just wanted to give in to the
sensations Thrace
was giving her, give in to the pleasure of letting him touch her and taste her
and fill her completely.

As if reading her feelings on
her face, Thrace
began to push the carved phallus gently into her open pussy. At the same time,
the broad pad of his fingertip began a slow, caressing slide along the side of
her swollen clit.

“Gently, baby,” he murmured,
stroking her until Trin felt sparks of pleasure shooting through her entire
body. “Watch the shaft enter you. Watch it open that hot little pussy.”

“Thrace…” she moaned softly as he
slid another thick inch inside her.

“Yes, baby? Does it feel all
right?”

“Feels good,” Trin admitted.
“Feels…better than all right.”

“Just wait until it’s all the
way in you.” He pressed in deeper, his fingertip on her clit beginning to speed
up. “Wait until you feel it all the way inside you, hitting the back of your
channel, filling you up completely.”

“Will….will it be good?” Trin
gasped, her eyes locked with his as he pressed the shaft deeper into her.

“So good,” Thrace promised. “Better than my
fingers…but not as good as my cock.”

“Your…you mean if you…”

“If I fucked you for real?” His
voice was a deep, lustful growl. “If you allowed yourself to be truly
penetrated, Mistress?”

“But I wouldn’t…I couldn’t…” The
forbidden thought was deeply distressing. All the same, her body wasn’t coming
down from the physical high he was giving her. In fact, if anything the illicit
idea was making her heart race faster and her breath come harder.

“I know…” Thrace’s eyes were on her, watching
her reactions, no doubt judging what she was feeling, gauging how much she
wanted to hear. “But just imagine what it would be like,” he murmured, pressing
the phallus deeper into her. “Imagine looking down and seeing my cock sliding
into your wet, open pussy…filling you…stretching you like this little thing
can’t.” He nodded contemptuously at the heart’s blood phallus which was more
than halfway inside her right now.

“Imagine the two of us being so
close—imagine me inside you, my arms wrapped around you while you sat on my lap
and lowered yourself down, taking me in…taking me at your own pace but taking
me
deep
when you were ready. So
fucking deep, baby. All…the way…to the
end.”

As he spoke, Trin felt the head
of the heart’s blood shaft kiss the mouth of her womb and she threw back her
head and moaned, feeling her pussy contract around the hard shaft inside her.

“See how good it can feel?” Thrace
murmured, his eyes never leaving her face. “Gods, look at your little pussy all
stretched open around that shaft. Imagine if that was me, filling you up,
getting ready to fuck you so deep…to come deep inside you.”