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  Gently but firmly, she inserted the tip of one gloved finger into his entrance.

  The muscle in his jaw clenched again and he bucked against her hand and gave a muffled noise of protest.

  “It’s all right,” Neh’sa murmured soothingly. She continued to stroke his shaft with her left hand while she held the right one still, with just the tip of her finger within him. “It’s all right—that’s just me inside you. Not very far but you’ve loosened up enough to let me in. That’s very, very good.”

  “Uh…I guess so,” Thorn muttered uncertainly. “How…” He cleared his throat. “How long are you going to, uh, touch me like this, Mistress?”

  “Why do you ask? Does it feel bad?” Neh’sa inquired.

  “Not…exactly,” he admitted in a strained voice. “Feels strange but it doesn’t hurt.”

  “There’s something I’d like to show you,” Neh’sa told him, pressing her finger just a little further into his tight entrance. “A spot inside you that’s going to feel very, very good when I touch it. But I have to go deeper to find it—can you let me do that, Thorn?” She kissed his cheek gently. “Can you give up enough control to let me make you feel good?”

  For a moment he closed his eyes and simply breathed, his broad chest heaving with emotion. Clearly he was gathering himself—trying to decide what answer to give.

  Neh’sa waited patiently—this part of his training absolutely could not be rushed. She’d broken many new body-slaves to the act of penetration before and it was never easy—especially not with Alphas who always felt they ought to be the ones doing the penetrating. If Thorn denied her further entrance she would withdraw and they would try again another time.

  But she hoped he wouldn’t deny her. She wanted to see the uncertainty on his face change to pleasure as she brought him to the peak—wanted to watch him shoot his cum as she stroked him from both inside and out and he gave up his control to her at last.

  At last, he nodded.

  “All right,” he said, his deep voice hoarse. “I can stand it—I can take anything you can dish out.”

  “I don’t want you to just ‘take it’—I don’t want to torture you,” Neh’sa told him. “I want you to give yourself willingly. Can you do that, Thorn?”

  “If…” He took a deep breath. “I think I can if you keep stroking me.” He nodded down at her gloved left hand which was still caressing the rigid length of his cock. “It helps somehow, I don’t know why.”

  “It’s a more familiar sensation—a more familiar pleasure than the one I’m about to give you,” Neh’sa told him. She sped up her tempo and at the same time, allowed her gloved finger to sink deeper into his hot tightness.

  Thorn shifted uncomfortably but didn’t try to pull away as she slipped further and further inside him.

  “Mistress…” he began and then Neh’sa found the spot she’d been searching for and his words were cut off with a low groan.

  “There,” she murmured in his ear, still stroking his cock with her other hand. “Right there is the spot I told you about.” She pressed hard, massaging it, rubbing it just the way she knew would stimulate him almost unbearably.

  “Gods!” he groaned, thrusting into her fist as she continued to milk him. “That’s…I’ve never felt anything like that! I think…think I’m going to…”

  “Come?” Neh’sa breathed in his ear. “That’s good, Thorn—that’s what I want. I want to watch you come while I stroke you—while I open you. Come for me now.”

  As she spoke, she tightened her grip on his cock and rubbed extra hard on the special spot inside him—the gland that helped produce his seed.

  With a low, hoarse shout, Thorn jerked in her fist and began to come. Neh’sa watched in satisfaction as his hips jerked and rope after rope of thick, white seed splattered across the black leather mat of the training room floor. Either Thorn hadn’t had a physical release in a while or Kindred were heavy producers. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d milked so much seed out of a submissive. It was damned sexy.

  Of course, she was usually standing back, giving the orders to have another do the milking. The fact that she was doing this to Thorn herself—allowing herself to get so close to him—made the whole act even more erotic. Neh’sa felt the high of giving pleasure as he spasmed in her grasp and loved it, just as she had used to with Heloth.

  At last he finished and sagged, going limp in his chains, his broad chest heaving.

  “Gods,” he muttered. “Can’t…can’t believe I just let you do that.”

  Neh’sa withdrew her finger and stripped off the black leather gloves, tossing them into a wash-bin. Coming around to face him again, she looked into his eyes.

  “Now,” she whispered softly. “Was that so bad? Was it torture like you thought it would be?”

  “No.” His mismatched eyes were wide and wondering and for the first time since she’d seen him, Neh’sa saw that the brilliant sparks in their depths were almost completely still. “No, it…it wasn’t bad at all. It actually felt fucking incredible.”

  “I’m glad you thought so.” Neh’sa smiled at him. “I’m so proud of you, Thorn. You gave yourself to me beautifully. For just a minute, you gave up some of that control that’s so important to you. Thank you for that.”

  “You’re welcome, Mistress,” he breathed. “I…I don’t think I could have given control to anyone else. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  “Oh, Thorn…”

  His words—so open and unrehearsed—touched her to the core. Impulsively, Neh’sa slanted her lips over his and drew him in for a kiss—a much deeper one than the light, barely-there brush of lips to lips she’d done last time.

  Thorn surprised her by kissing her back hungrily. Though his arms were still above his head, he surged forward, invading her mouth with his tongue, taking her lips and learning her mouth as though he owned her instead of the other way around.

  The ravenous intensity of the kiss shocked Neh’sa and for a moment, she felt herself giving in to it—allowing Thorn to plunder her mouth and dominate the action between them in a way that shouldn’t have been possible after the way he’d submitted just moments before. He ought to be all wrung out—his cock as limp as a week-old stalk of jentha grass after the way she’d milked him. Instead she could feel his shaft surge to fresh life, pressing insistently against her inner thighs as he tried his best to claim her with only the power of a kiss.

  Then she got hold of herself.

  What are you doing, Neh’sa? You can’t allow this to continue. His Alpha tendencies are coming out again and you have to get a handle on them. He’s got such strong dominate instincts it will be impossible to keep him in check if you don’t get control of yourself and him right now.

  Reluctantly, she withdrew from the kiss and told herself it couldn’t happen again. Such deep physical intimacy led to emotional intimacy which she could ill afford. She couldn’t let herself become attached to the big Kindred—not if she hoped to be able to sell him and stand at his Devotion Ceremony to another Mistress with anything approaching clarity and calm.

  But just the thought of that—the thought of watching Thorn kiss another woman’s panties and vow his eternal love and devotion to her—made Neh’sa’s stomach clench unhappily. The idea of him with someone else was unpleasant—deeply unpleasant—which told her she needed to back away right now before she started getting too attached.

  Of course, she would give him some aftercare—that was important, especially after what was essentially his first submission. But she couldn’t let herself become emotionally involved in it.

  “All right,” she said briskly, stepping back. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Training is over for now.”

  Chapter Eight

  As she unchained him, Thorn still felt dazed from the incredible orgasm she’d drawn from him. His new Mistress was amazingly skilled—there was no doubt about that.

  He still couldn’t believe how easily he’d submitted to her. Well—it had