“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.”