Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (40 page)

Then she waited, her whole body as tight as a
wire—waited for him to take her. To shove the length of his long, thick shaft
inside her and fill her with his seed.

Nothing happened.

Finally, Trin turned her head and looked at him.

“Well?” Her voice came out too high again and she
had to clear her throat and give it another try. “Well? What are you waiting
for?”

“You asked if I’m satisfied with your wetness.” Thrace
frowned at her. “Well, I’m not.”

“You’re not? But I…you…your fingers…” She broke off
abruptly, biting her lip, thinking of how his long fingers had glistened with
her juices. How could he say she wasn’t wet enough after seeing that? But Thrace
was shaking his head.

“You’re not ready yet. Just because you’re wet
enough to take my fingers doesn’t mean you’re wet enough to take my shaft. It’s
considerably thicker, as you know.” He stroked the long, thick ridge of flesh
that was clearly visible under the tight black leather trousers he wore. “Don’t
want to hurt you.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t be ready,” Trin said in a low
voice. “Maybe…maybe it
should
hurt.”

Thrace
frowned. “I told you, I won’t hurt you just to
salvage your pride or ease you guilt. If we’re doing this, we’re going to do it
right.”

“Fine,” Trin said, lifting her chin. “And how do
you propose we do it ‘right?’”

“Just have to get you a little more ready. Don’t
worry, baby—I can take care of it.” His eyes were half-lidded as he leaned down
to place a hot kiss on the place where her upper thigh met her buttock.

“What are you—?” Trin started to get up and turn
around but his heavy hand on her back stopped her.

“Don’t move. I said I can handle it.”

Suddenly he was behind her on his hands and knees,
his long arms wrapped around her thighs to split her wide. Trin gasped as she
felt his hot breath on her bare ass.

She started to close her legs but Thrace nipped her tender flesh
sharply. Trin cried out and stopped struggling to shut her thighs.

“Ow! Why did you do that?”

“You have to hold still. Surrender to me,
baby—surrender completely. Remember—this isn’t your fault and it isn’t your
choice. You don’t even want it—I’m only doing it to save your life.”

“I know.” It was what she had been telling herself
but all the same Trin bit her lip, wondering why his words made her feel so
sad…so small. The next minute he nipped her again, drawing her out of her reverie.
“Please!” she gasped. “What are you going to do?”

“Going to taste you, baby.” His voice was a low,
hungry growl. “Going to lick you open—lick your sweet little cunt until you’re
completely ready to take me.”

“But I don’t think…I shouldn’t let you,” Trin
gasped. “I told you, I don’t want it to feel good. I don’t want to come! I
don’t….
ohhhh.”
Her protests ended in a moan as she felt his hot tongue
connect with her outer pussy lips and he took a long, slow, leisurely taste
between her thighs.

“It’s not up to you. Not anymore,” Thrace
growled, looking up briefly. “So just relax, baby. Relax and let me lick you
open.”

Trin moaned again and writhed helplessly as she
felt his hot tongue invade her inner folds. She couldn’t help noticing that he
wasn’t calling her “Mistress” anymore. Clearly he was in charge in this
scenario and he wanted her to know it. Though she had ordered him to just get
this over with, he was refusing to rush their encounter. And though she
explicitly told him she didn’t want to feel pleasure, he was doing everything
in his power to give it to her anyway. But what could she do to stop him?

Nothing,
she thought, moaning again as he bathed her pussy
with his tongue.
He’s too big—too strong. There’s nothing I can do but
submit and try to get through this. Just like the girls in the pictures they
showed us at the temple.
But those girls had been terrified and unwilling.
Though her situation was a little frightening, Trin couldn’t honestly say she
was being hurt in any way. Thrace
was simply holding her very firmly as he opened her with his tongue.

She happened to turn her head and caught a glimpse
of herself in the old fashioned mirror hanging on the wall of her cabin.
Goddess, was that really
her?
That naked girl on her hands and knees on
the bed, her legs spread and pinned open by the big Havoc’s powerful arms as he
pressed his face between her thighs? Was she really that girl pressing back to
get more of his tongue inside her, to feel him lick deep, invading her core and
then pulling back to bathe her clit gently but firmly with the tip of his tongue?

It
can’t be,
she thought half hysterically.
That
can’t be me! I would never let him…never back to meet him that way…never moan
and beg and fist my fingers in the coverlet as he fucked me with his tongue.

And yet here she was, doing exactly those things as
she felt Thrace
work on her. She tried to tell herself she was helpless—that he had her pinned
and she was unable to move, unable to do anything but spread her thighs wider
for his invading tongue and revel in the hot sparks of pleasure it sent through
her entire body as he licked and sucked and tasted her so fiercely. But she
only half believed it.

Trin moaned and pressed back against him again as
she felt him thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy. His stiff stubble
scratched against her inner thighs, causing sweet, sharp little darts of pleasure-pain
to shoot through her. And she could feel another, deeper pleasure building
inside her…one she wanted desperately to deny but couldn’t.

Goddess,
if he keeps on like this he’s going to make me come,
she thought wildly, trying in vain to hold back the
desire she felt overwhelming her.
But I can’t come—I can’t take pleasure in
this. It’s wrong…so wrong…

Wrong or not, his hot tongue lapping and sucking
her pussy, tracing her folds and lashing her clit one moment, then invading her
entrance to fuck her as deeply as he could the next was getting to be too much.
Trin felt the need growing inside her and knew she wasn’t going to be able to
hold back much longer. She was going to come and there was nothing she could do
about it.

“Please!” she gasped, as she felt herself tilting
over the edge. “Please, I can’t…I don’t…don’t want to
come!”

“Too fucking bad.” Thrace’s voice was nothing but a
low, animalistic growl and then he pushed forward again and redoubled his
efforts, licking and sucking and tasting her until Trin couldn’t stand it
anymore.

“Oh…Oh, Goddess!” she cried as she felt him grip
her thighs and press as deeply as he could inside her with his tongue. The
sensation was too much and suddenly she was coming—coming so hard she saw stars
exploding before her eyes.

“Ahhh!” The orgasm crashed into her, making her
stiffen as her clit throbbed hard against his tongue. Her whole body felt
unbearably tight as sparks of unwanted pleasure coursed through her body like
wildfire. But after the sharp peak, a wave of weakness overtook her. She slumped,
her head hanging low, panting for breath and if Thrace hadn’t been holding her up, Trin
was certain she would have fallen over. As it was, he had to hold her in place
until she regained her strength.

“How was that, baby?” he growled softly, stroking
her back with one big, warm hand as he curled the other arm around her waist to
support her. “How did it feel?”

“You…you made me come.” Trin’s voice sounded weak
and too soft in her own ears.

“Damn right I did. It was the only way to get you
ready.”

“And…am I ready now? Ready enough for you?” Despite
the need to get this over with, she could hear the trepidation in her own
voice. Goddess was she really going to do this? Was she really going to spread
her thighs for his shaft and allow a male to penetrate her?

The answer came back at once—what choice did she
have? Even now, she could feel the passion berry wine burning through her
veins, demanding that she give in to the inevitable, that she allow the big
Havoc to quench the fire in her blood in the only way he could. To deny the
need would lead only to a horribly painful death and Trin didn’t want to die—especially
not in agony.

I’m
not brave enough,
she thought
grimly.
Not brave enough to let death overtake me even if it would be the
right thing to do.

“Well, am I ready?” she asked again when Thrace
didn’t reply.

“You’re ready and so am I—ready as I can be, anyway.”
He stroked her bare ass gently with one big hand. “Sure this is how you want to
do it though? Face to face is better for controlling penetration…and I’d like
to look into your eyes while I take you. While we take each other…”

For a moment Trin was tempted. She wanted to see
the emotion in those blazing, silver-blue eyes as he entered her, wanted to
watch the pleasure and need on his face as he filled her completely, sheathing
his shaft to the hilt in her tight, virgin pussy…

No—you
can’t let yourself enjoy this!
she told
herself sternly.
You can’t get any more pleasure than you already have—it’s
wrong. It’s all wrong!

“This…this is the way I want it,” she said firmly,
turning away from him and spreading her thighs a little wider. “It’s…the only
way I want it.”

“Fine. Don’t want to look at me while I fuck you—is
that it? Don’t want to know that it’s me filling you up, a former slave who was
defiled over and over again defiling you…”

“I never said that,” Trin protested, whipping her
head around to look at him, wide-eyed. “Thrace—”

“You didn’t have to say it.” He shoved her thighs
even wider apart and got between them, raising himself on his knees to fit the
head of his shaft against her bare pussy.

Trin shivered as she felt the broad head of his
cock slide over her swollen folds and find her entrance.
Oh Goddess, here it
comes! And I’ve made him angry with me—he’s not going to take it easy…this is
going to hurt!

Good,
whispered the vindictive little voice in her head.
It
should
hurt. Betraying your beliefs
shouldn’t feel good…it should be
painful.

She tried to brace herself, fisting her hands in
the bedspread and biting her lip hard.
Here it comes…here it comes…

But when it happened, it didn’t hurt at all.

“Easy, baby…” Thrace’s big hands caressed her
back and hips as he nudged gently into her, allowing only the thick head of his
cock to breach her entrance at first. “You’re trembling,” he murmured. “You
know you don’t have to be afraid of me. We’re going to take this slow…going to
ease you into it. You’ll see.”

“I…I…” Trin didn’t know what to say. Part of her
wanted to shout that she didn’t want to take it slow. That she needed it to
hurt, or at least not to feel so damn good. But the only thing that came out of
her mouth was a low moan as another thick inch of his cock eased tenderly
inside her.

“Slowly,” Thrace murmured, still stroking her
hips. “So slowly, baby…” She expected him to stop going slow—to thrust the rest
of his long shaft into her at any time. But rather than thrusting forward, he
pulled her back against him, using her lips for leverage to draw her onto him.

Trin gave a low gasp as she felt herself gliding
closer to him, moving as smoothly as silk and taking his thick shaft
effortlessly into her body.

“Ahhh,” she moaned softly as he pulled her closer,
impaling her gently but firmly on his long cock. “Ahhh, Goddess…oh,
Thrace
…”

“Gently, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “Take it
in nice and slow and easy, just let yourself open up and take it all…take me
deep inside you.”

Trin felt her body doing exactly that. Her inner
walls stretched wide to accommodate him but it wasn’t a painful stretch at all.
Instead, she felt only the deep, delicious pleasure of letting him fill her at
last.

“Gonna bottom out inside you any minute, baby,” he
murmured in her ear, pulling her back against him and shifting them on the bed.
“Gonna fill your sweet pussy completely with my cock. Is that all right?”

“I…I guess so.” Trin could barely talk. “Oh!” she
moaned as she felt the broad head of his cock come to rest at the end of her
channel. “Oh,
Thrace
.”

“That’s right—all the way in you now. All the way
inside your sweet, wet pussy,” Thrace
growled in her ear. “Look for yourself and see.”

Trin’s eyes had closed involuntarily in pleasure
but now she opened them. Looking down she realized that he had raised her from
the hands and knees position she had insisted on. Instead, he was resting on
his knees and she was sitting in his lap—in much the same position they had
been in while sitting in the swinging love chairs at their first feast at Dreaming
Hills.

Only
this time he’s inside me—really inside me! Just like Needra let her slave
thrust inside her!
Trin looked
down between her spread legs at the place his thick shaft was piercing her and
a rush of shame and desire so strong she could barely breathe seemed to
overtake her.