“You really want to, don’t you? This isn’t just an act to you.”
“Of course I want to.” Thrace tried to make his words light and teasing. “I’m your slave, Mistress…your love-slave. And a good slave always wants to take care of his mistress.”
Before she could reply, he was unfastening the straps that held her dress in place. He unsnapped the front panel of lace which covered her breasts and let it hang free and then pushed the rest of the gown down her full hips to puddle in a small heap at her dainty feet.
Trin shivered and crossed her arms over her breasts protectively but she made no move to stop him when Thrace knelt at her feet and hooked his fingers through the thin strings that served as the sides of her panties. Slowly he drew them down, revealing her warm, ripe pussy at last.
Gods, she looked beautiful with her plump, naked lips on display, berry dark in the center of her thighs! She smelled amazing too—her soft, feminine fragrance made him half crazy. He had the sudden urge to press his face to the place between her thighs and breathe her in while marking her with his own scent. Marking her as his for all time. Then he would spread those juicy outer pussy lips and take a long, slow taste of her creamy inner cunt…
No!
Thrace knew he couldn’t do that—any of it. Trin was allowing him to do this—to bathe her and handle her naked body—because she trusted him. One wrong move could lose that trust which was the last thing he wanted. But Gods, he wished he could do something to bring her pleasure…something to show her how much he felt for her…
A sudden flicker in the corner of his eye caught his attention. The darkened viewscreen across from the bed had begun to glow. Suddenly, Thrace had an idea.
“Mistress,” he said, looking up at her. “May I make obeisance to you?”
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“What…what do you mean?” Trin looked at him uncertainly. “You mean…like you did when we were announced before the feast?”
Slowly, he nodded.
“I want to show my respect to you before I bathe you,” he murmured and his eyes flicked to the viewscreen on the wall opposite the sleeping platform. Though it had been dark when they came in, Trin saw that it was on now and glowing a soft blue. Was someone on the other side of it watching them? Was that why Thrace was asking to “make obeisance” to her? And should she allow it?
Well, you’re about to allow his hands all over you while he bathes you, a little voice in her head pointed out. Might as well allow this too. After all, Lady Tam-tam expects a show and if she doesn’t get one that pleases her, all this will be for nothing.
With that rationalization in mind, she nodded slowly.
“I…suppose you may.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Thrace rumbled and Trin braced herself, expecting him to lean forward and kiss between her thighs, as he had in the banquet hall. Instead, he rose so that he was standing before her. Leaning down, he tilted her chin up and took her lips in a soft, breathless kiss as tender as his earlier kisses by the dream sphere fountain had been savage.
Despite her inward resolve to simply hold still and allow this without participating, Trin couldn’t help kissing him back. She wasn’t sure if this was proper during the obeisance or not but she didn’t really care. His mouth on hers was so warm and gentle…so addictive. She couldn’t help returning the sweet caress of his lips and twining her tongue with his—he tasted of some exotic spice she couldn’t name. The kiss ended much too soon, as far as she was concerned.
Before she had fully caught her breath, Thrace sat on the sleeping platform before her and put his hands on her hips. He slid them up until they were on either side of her breasts.
“Mistress?” he murmured, looking into her eyes, making the title a question.
Trin knew what he was asking.
“Yes,” she whispered, nodding her head. “Go…go ahead.”
Without another word, he cupped her bare breasts in his big, warm hands and bent his head to place a soft, hot kiss on her right nipple.
Trin bit back a gasp as she felt the heat of his mouth against her sensitive bud. He didn’t lick or suck her at all but the kiss was definitely open mouthed and she could feel his warmth surrounding her as he took his time, kissing her naked nipple as slowly and tenderly as he had kissed her mouth.
When he at last moved on to her left nipple, Trin’s breathing was getting fast and her pulse was racing. Goddess, she shouldn’t be letting him do this! Shouldn’t let a male put his mouth on her body this way! And yet, she felt helpless to tell him to stop. Helpless to do anything but watched as he enveloped her left nipple, covering it completely in a warm, wet kiss that made her knees feel weak.
Her heart was pounding when Thrace at last drew back and released her breasts. He slid to the floor before her so that his mouth was level with her inner thighs, as it had been when he removed her panties.
“Mistress?” he asked again, looking up at her.
Goddess… Trin clenched her hands into fists as tension flowed through her. Shouldn’t do this…shouldn’t let him…And yet the viewscreen was glowing blue…someone was watching. Someone was expecting a show. In order to stay in Lady Tam-tam’s good graces, she had to give them one.
She told herself that was the only reason she nodded her ascent. That and the fact that he had been utterly respectful while kissing her breasts. He hadn’t tried to suck her nipples into his mouth—which she could not have allowed. Instead he had kissed her gently and carefully and if she’d felt his tongue on her, well, it was only a small flicker, as if he couldn’t help tasting her just a little bit.
That was why she didn’t gasp or try to move away when he moved closer and put a hand on her inner thigh.
“Mistress,” he murmured, looking up at her. “Would you spread your legs for me a little? I can’t reach you otherwise.”
Trin bit her lip.
“You…you reached me just fine before, when you paid obeisance before the feast,” she pointed out breathlessly.
“Yes…” Thrace’s silver-blue eyes were half-lidded with lust. “But then I was only kissing your panties. This time I am paying obeisance to your pussy and I want to do it properly.”
“I…you do?” Trin wished her voice didn’t come out sounding so high and girly. She tried again. “What do you mean by…properly?” she made herself ask in a somewhat lower and more steady tone.
“I must worship your entire pussy—must pay obeisance to both your outer pussy lips and your inner cunt,” he rumbled, looking up at her. “As is proper and right.”
“I…I don’t think…”
“You know I’ll be gentle,” he promised, stroking her inner thigh with one big, warm hand. “And I swear it will just be a kiss—I won’t penetrate you, not even with my tongue. I’ll treat your pussy with the same reverence and respect I used towards your mouth and nipples, Mistress.”
“Well…” Trin could feel herself weakening. Surely it couldn’t hurt to let him do this, she reasoned with herself. Not when it was just a kiss and he wasn’t even using his tongue. “All right,” she said at last and Thrace gave her a slow smile.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he murmured. “Now, please spread yourself for me.”
Trin did as he said, though it made her blush to do so. She opened her thighs for him, allowing him better access to her pussy. But this clearly wasn’t enough for Thrace.
With a low growl, he lifted her right thigh and placed it over his broad, left shoulder.
Trin gasped and had to keep her balance by grabbing his other shoulder with one hand. At the same time, she could feel that the new position had opened her considerably. Looking down she saw that her outer pussy lips were spread wide, showing the creamy inner part of her cunt which was already wet with her juices.
A male! A male made you that way—made you wet. Made you want him, want his kiss and more, whispered a condemning little voice in her brain.
“Goddess!” Trin whispered. Unable to look, she closed her eyes on the shameful sight. But then she heard Thrace calling her.
“No, baby,” he said softly when she opened her eyes to look at him. “Watch me do this…watch me honor your sweet little pussy…watch me pay obeisance to your cunt.”