Twisted: Brides of the Kindred 23 Read online

  Actually, she was, Nikki realized. Her brain was doing what it always did when she felt uncertain or ambivalent about anything sexy—it was running in a never-ending loop of thoughts and worries that was incredibly difficult to shut off.

  “I…I’m just too much in my head right now,” she confessed to Malik. “Sorry.”

  He frowned. “Do you know, Mistress, that you have apologized to me more today than you have in all the time since you bought me from the Blood Circuit?”

  “Have I? Oh, I’m s—I mean isn’t that interesting?” God, she was screwing this up—she had nearly apologized again. She had to stop being her mousy self and try to act more like the real Mistress Hellenix! “When does the massage start?” she asked, trying to sound more confident.

  But she couldn’t ignore the way the big Kindred was so close to her, kneeling in front of her naked body as he was, and looking up at her. She could feel his hot breath against her skin and his warm, spicy, slightly electrical scent was in the air again, making her dizzy. Her nipples were tight and tingling and she had to press her thighs together because she felt so hot and wet between her legs.

  “Now, Mistress,” he rumbled. Rising to his feet, he swung her into his arms and deposited her onto the black padded massage table, face down, before she could protest.

  “Oh!” Nikki felt rather breathless but before she could say anything about warning her the next time he intended to pick her up, two big, warm hands were suddenly on her shoulders rubbing in long, slow strokes that seemed to turn her body to butter.

  “Ohhhh,” she said again, but this time the word was almost a moan. Malik was rubbing some kind of silky lotion on her skin, his big hands moving from the tops of her shoulders, all the way down to the small of her back and then back up again.

  “You’re so tense, Mistress,” he remarked, sounding like he might be frowning. “There are knots here I don’t remember you having before.”

  Nikki felt a surge of alarm.

  “Oh well, you know. I guess it’s just…been a while since I had a massage,” she said.

  “But Mistress, I massage you every day at this time,” the big Kindred rumbled, still rubbing up and down her back with slow strokes.

  “Oh yes, I meant to say, it feels like a long time,” Nikki corrected hastily. But inside she was amazed.

  Did her evil twin really get this amazing treatment every single day? What a life she must lead! Then again, with no kids to chase after or husband to worry about and with over a hundred slaves to wait on her so she didn’t have to do any housework or get groceries or do laundry, she probably had time to live a life of ease and luxury. Not to mention money—Mistress Hellenix was clearly extremely wealthy.

  “It feels to me as though you haven’t been massaged in a long time, too.” He began working on her arms, his huge hands rubbing away the tension in a professional way. “You have so much built up tension here, what you really need is a deep tissue massage,” he remarked.

  “Isn’t that painful?” Nikki asked, cracking open one eye and turning her head to look at him uncertainly.

  Malik frowned.

  “It certainly is but you always say it is the good kind of pain.”

  “Well, I’d rather not have any kind of pain at all right now, if you don’t mind, Malik,” she said, trying to make her voice firm. “Just give me a—” She almost said “Swedish massage” before she caught herself. “A regular massage for relaxation.”

  “As you wish, my Mistress. I live only to obey your every whim,” he rumbled. “Please just relax and let yourself be calm as I work on you.”

  And work on her he certainly did. His palms and fingers seemed to have an almost electrical tingle to them—Nikki felt like she was being massaged and vibrated at the same time, if that made any sense. Which it probably didn’t but this felt so good it was hard to care if she was making sense or not.

  She had never had a massage like this one—never. And it wasn’t just because she’d never had a male massage therapist before, either—though there was no denying that Malik’s extra-large, extra-warm hands made the experience much nicer that her usual yearly treat. But there was something in the way he touched her—a reverence and a desire to please and to pleasure that Nikki had never felt before.

  She supposed it had something to do with the fact that instead of getting an impersonal rub down by a therapist who saw many people every day, she was being tended by Mistress Hellenix’s personal slave who knew her body intimately and knew exactly what to do to relax her.

  In fact, she was so relaxed that as Malik finished her legs and feet and moved back up to pay special attention to her ass, she barely even flinched when he cupped the twin globes of her buttocks in his big hands and began to rub firmly. It was all just part of the massage, she told herself—no big deal. Everything was fine…

  “…Mistress,” his deep voice rumbled and Nikki realized she had drifted into a kind of happy dream where she actually did get a massage like this every day and there were people to wait on her hand and foot, instead of her real life, where she waited on her entire family herself with little to no recognition or appreciation day in and day out.

  “I’m sorry—what?” she murmured.

  “I said, please part your thighs that I might begin your inner massage, Mistress,” he repeated.

  “Oh, um…inner massage?” Suddenly Nikki felt much more awake.

  Malik must have felt the nervous tension in her body.

  “Why are you suddenly tense again?” he asked, sounding mystified. “This is your favorite part of the massage, Mistress.”

  “Oh yes…yes, of course.” Forcing herself to relax, Nikki spread her thighs as he had requested and held her breath as his big, warm hands began rubbing deeper between her legs.

  “Very good,” he murmured and then she felt the broad pads of his thumbs press against her outer pussy lips as he began to rub her there. “Just relax, Mistress, and let me in.”

  Nikki tried to relax again but she couldn’t quite manage it. His hands on such an intimate area felt both pleasurable and dangerous at the same time. Also, the electrical buzzing seemed to have intensified—at least in his fingertips. It was like someone was rubbing her gently but firmly with a warm, living vibrator—many vibrators, she thought, since his fingers were all giving off the tingling buzz.

  His thumbs continued to press in and rub out, over and over, and she could feel him spreading her pussy a little more open with each stroke. The sensation made her incredibly hot until her breath began coming in short, little pants and she could barely keep her hips still.

  In fact, she wasn’t keeping them still, she realized after a moment. Her hips were rolling up with each movement of his big hands and her thighs were spreading wider while her pelvis tilted back, almost as though she was intent on giving the Kindred bodyslave some kind of erotic show. She tried to stop herself when she realized what she was doing but somehow she couldn’t quite manage to.

  “Mmm, Mistress,” Malik murmured as he continued to rub her. “I don’t remember the last time you enjoyed my hands on you so much. Am I giving you pleasure?”

  “Y-yes,” Nikki stuttered. “Yes, you…you are. So much pleasure.”

  “And shall I continue with the deeper massage?” he asked, his voice a soft, deep growl.

  Nikki knew she ought to ask what the “deeper massage” involved but at that point she didn’t care. She was having the most erotic experience of her entire life and she didn’t want it to stop. For the first time in years her body felt alive and awake—sensitive and capable of both giving and receiving pleasure.

  She just wanted more.

  “Yes,” she whispered, spreading her thighs even wider for him. “Yes, Malik—do it. Give me the deeper massage—the deepest massage possible.”

  “As my lady wishes,” he growled and then two long fingers slid into her inner folds and Malik began an expert massage of her throbbing clit.

  Nikki moaned breathlessly as she