He meant it too—he hoped she could see it in his eyes. There was nothing he wouldn’t do, nothing he wouldn’t give. She had been his mistress in name only before this, but something had changed when she trusted herself to him, when she allowed him to penetrate her with his tongue and taste her honey right from the source. And when he came with her, his fate was sealed and the Crux was reached.
Now there was no longer any pretense about it—she truly was his mistress and would be always, even if they concluded this deal and he never saw her again. He was hers—her slave in spirit and body as well as in name. Truly, it was the worst thing that could happen to a Havoc and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to feel upset about it.
We do not bond, he thought, stroking her hair as he looked into her lovely dark eyes. But oh, Mistress…oh, Trin…if only you would let me I would do it—I would bond you to me, bind us together forever as one…
Trin seemed to understand his meaning because her eyes grew wide and a soft “Oh…” escaped her lips. “Thrace,” she murmured, looking up at him. “Thrace, I—”
“Well, isn’t this a touching scene.”
The new voice in the room made both of them jump. Thrace was up in a heartbeat, looking around for the intruder, ready to defend his female.
“I’m here.” The blue viewscreen flickered, showing the face of Lady Tam-tam looking at them.
“What in the Seven Hells?” Thrace got between the screen and Trin, trying to hide her nakedness.
“Don’t bother yelling at me, slave—these rooms aren’t wired for sound,” their hostess said. “Dear me, no! I like to give my guests some privacy. I just wanted to tell you that I quite enjoyed the show you just put on and invite you to my private viewing room for a, ah…little proposition.”
“Her private viewing room?” Trin looked at him and then frowned at the viewscreen. “Why does she want us there?”
“You can come at once,” Lady Tam-tam said, before Thrace could speculate. “And please keep things quiet—I don’t want everyone knowing about my little viewing hobby.” She giggled like a naughty school girl. “Just follow these directions…” A set of complicated directions that seemed to involve a lot of back passages and hidden staircases flashed up on the screen. “And I’ll see you in a few minutes. Bye!”
The screen went dark and Lady Tam-tam was gone.
* * * * *
“What does she want with us? And was she really watching everything we did just now?” Trin felt sick with embarrassment at the thought. She knew cognitively that they were under surveillance but knowing it and having it rubbed in her face were two different things. For some reason since it wasn’t night time and the viewscreen hadn’t been glowing blue she’d thought they had complete privacy. Apparently not, whispered the little voice in her brain sarcastically.
“I don’t think we have a choice.” Thrace frowned, his face like a thundercloud. He looked at her. “I think we have to go.”
“I think so too,” Trin admitted. “Um…just let me get dressed.”
“I need to change too.” He looked down at the black loincloth which was sticking to him. “Need to get cleaned up.”
Trin bit her lip as she saw the evidence of what he’d said—that he had come at the same time she did and it had somehow tied him to her. I’m attuned to you now, he’d said. You’ve broken through my barriers.
How had she done that? And was it a good thing or a bad thing that it had happened?
Before she could answer her own question, Thrace was getting off the bed and going to the fresher to change into a new pair of black leather slave trousers. Trin huddled on the bed, still thinking.
He had admitted he wanted to bond with her—and had further admitted that in order to form such a bond he would have to penetrate her with his shaft and come inside her. Of course, he had promised not to do that, but still, just the fact that he wanted to made her uneasy.
Is that what’s really making you nervous? asked the snarky little voice in her head. Or is it the fact that the idea of him penetrating you with his shaft doesn’t seem so horrifying or awful as it once did? Admit it, Trin—when he was whispering how he wanted to fill you with himself, it was making you incredibly hot. So hot it made you come with that damn phallus inside you!
She blushed with shame at the memory but not all the blood rushing to her cheeks was due to guilt. She had to confess to herself that some of it was sexual desire—the forbidden image Thrace had put into her head still made her hot, no matter how hard she tried to push it away.
She was still huddled in the center of the sleeping platform in a ball when the big Havoc came back into the room looking clean and refreshed.
“Mistress?” He frowned at her. “Are you all right?”
“I…I’m fine,” Trin lied.
“No, you’re not. What is it? Why aren’t you ready?” He sat beside her on the bed and put a hand on her knee.
“I…” Trin sat up, her nerves tingling from his touch. “I just…”
“Oh, I see the problem.” Her thighs had fallen open when she sat up and Thrace looked between her legs with half-lidded eyes.
“What problem?” Trin looked down at herself and saw to her deep embarrassment that her bare pussy and inner thighs were still wet and slippery with her juices.
“How can you get ready if I haven’t done my duty and cleaned you up as a good slave should?” Thrace rumbled. “Forgive me, Mistress—allow me to make amends.”
“You…you don’t have to. I don’t—”
Before she could finish he was crouched between her legs, lapping her inner thighs with long, slow strokes of his hot, wet tongue.
“Thrace!” she protested. “You don’t have to do that!”
“Of course, I do.” He looked up for a moment, his eyes blazing. “It was remiss of me not to do it earlier. A good slave always cleans his Mistress after giving her pleasure.”
“We don’t have time for this. We have to go,” Trin protested. She tangled her fingers in his thick, blue-black hair, wanting to push him away but somehow she couldn’t seem to do it. His tongue on her skin felt too good…too right.
Thrace put a hand on her trembling belly and stroked her soothingly.
“Lay back, Mistress and let me tend to you,” he murmured. “It will only take a moment and then we’ll get you dressed and ready to go.”
I shouldn’t…And yet somehow, she was.
Uncertainly, Trin allowed herself to relax back against the pillows and watch as he spread her legs wide for the second time and went to work again, cleaning the honey from her thighs with long, slow strokes of his tongue. He cleaned them thoroughly and then lapped her pussy as well, dragging the flat of his tongue over her swollen outer lips gently but firmly, making her squirm and moan.
“Thrace,” she whispered breathlessly. “You really don’t have to…”
“But I want to.” He looked up and, catching her eyes with his, parted her cleft with his thumbs. “Have to clean you everywhere, Mistress,” he murmured and gave her a long, slow lick that started at the entrance of her pussy and ended at the top of her slit.
Trin jumped and moaned as his hot tongue dragged over the tender bump of her clit. She knew she shouldn’t let him do this. Earlier it had been necessary—she’d had to let him lick her in order to loosen her up enough to take the phallus inside her pussy. But she had no such excuse now—no excuse but that she loved the feel of his hot mouth between her thighs.
Goddess, what was happening to her? Surely it was wrong to lie there and let the big Havoc clean her with his tongue as if it was normal and right. And yet, she couldn’t seem to help herself or ask him to stop. She could only lay there and watch as he stroked his tongue over her open pussy time and again, as if he was trying to get every last drop of her honey.
“There,” Thrace murmured at last, sitting back just when she was beginning to throb and ache again with renewed need. “I think you’re clean now, Mistress. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll go see Lady Tam-tam.”
“All…all right,” Trin whispered faintly. “Let’s…do that. Let’s go.”
She allowed Thrace to find another dress for her—this one deep green with white lace—and put it on her. Then, still feeling slightly dazed as well as hot and swollen between her thighs, she and Thrace followed the complicated directions to Lady Tam-tam’s viewing room.