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  With a low groan, Neh’sa gave in. Letting her thighs drift apart, she allowed Thorn to slip two long, thick fingers deep inside her pussy. Immediately the pleasure of penetration—the pleasure she’d denied herself for ten long years—flooded her body like a drug.

  The broad pad of Thorn’s thumb began to slip back and forth over her slippery clit while his long fingers pressed hard and deep inside her.

  It was too much. Neh’sa found that she was suddenly at the edge of orgasm and then over it, moaning helplessly the pleasure rushed over her and she allowed Thorn to make her come until she thought she would die of pleasure.

  “Thorn!” Arching her back and pumping her hips, she moaned, giving voice to the emotion overflowing within her. “Thorn—oh Goddess, that feels so good!”

  Thorn leaned over her and captured her mouth with his—kissing her until she couldn’t breathe—swallowing her moans hungrily as he continued to pump her pussy.

  He rode out her orgasm, his fingers busy between her legs, until he felt Neh’sa go limp and relax. Then, slowly, he withdrew. Looking into her eyes, he sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning away her honey with obvious pleasure.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he growled softly. “For letting me pleasure you. For letting me open you as you opened me.”

  “You’re welcome, Thorn.” Her voice still sounded breathless in her own ears. “Are you feeling better now?”

  “Much.” He licked his fingers again, his eyes heavy-lidded. “But you look tired, Mistress. Why don’t you lay back and let me pleasure you again—this time with my tongue?”

  For a moment Neh’sa was tempted. She hadn’t allowed a male to go down on her since Heloth had died and something told her that Thorn would be very, very good at it.

  But then sanity reasserted itself. She’d already gone much farther with her new slave than was advisable. Had already fed his Alpha tendencies when she ought to be discouraging them instead. This had to stop now or there would be no stopping it.

  “No, Thorn,” she said firmly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t allow that. I’ve already allowed you much more freedom than I should have.”

  He nodded respectfully.

  “All right, I understand. But allow me one more freedom, Mistress—let me hold you tonight. Please.”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to say no—she never let slaves sleep with her. But she remembered the state he’d been in when she first came in. He’d experienced a fairly severe case of sub-drop and it had been her fault for skimping on his aftercare. She couldn’t allow it to happen again.

  “All right,” she whispered at last. “But nothing else of a sexual nature must happen between us. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he rumbled. Pulling her close, he fit her into the curve of his big body. “As long as you’ll just let me hold you, I promise to behave myself.”

  Neh’sa sighed. She was too tired to fight about their sleeping arrangements and the big Kindred’s muscular form felt too good against her own to want to fight anyway.

  “Good night, Thorn,” she whispered, allowing herself to relax against him. “Sleep well.”

  “Very well, with you in my arms, Mistress,” he murmured.

  But almost before she heard his last words, Neh’sa had fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Ten

  When Neh’sa woke, it was with a sweet, lazy feeling of well-being she hadn’t experienced in years. She felt warm too, which was unusual for her. Generally, no matter how many covers she piled on at night, she woke freezing cold. But this morning she was toasty warm. Why?

  Her mind went over the hazy events of the day before. The auction…the Devotion Ceremony which had been nearly ruined by that horrid Lady Wraith’neck…the urgent call to the clinic where she’d expended nearly all of her inner reserves…and then coming home to find Thorn in an awful state…

  Thorn!

  The memory brought her wide awake and as she thought his name, her huge new Kindred body-slave murmured in his sleep and pulled her closer. The reason she was so warm was because her back was pressed to his front and he had one long, muscular arm draped over her possessively.

  Oh Goddess, what have I done?

  She’d completely abandoned protocol. Not only had she allowed her new submissive to touch her and penetrate her with his fingers, she’d then curled up in his arms and slept with him as though he was a lover instead of a slave. Those Alpha tendencies of his which she’d been trying to curb would be completely out of control now—she’d very possibly ruined his training forever.

  What’s wrong with me? Why am I acting like this with him? No one watching my actions last night would have any idea I’m a seasoned Domme who has trained dozens of submissives. I’m acting like an inexperienced first-time Mistress who’s never owned a slave before.

  She was, in fact, acting like she had with Heloth, who had been the first body-slave she’d ever owned—the only one she’d allowed to pledge his devotion to her.

  But Neh’sa didn’t want to admit, even to herself, that she was acting as she had when she’d allowed herself to fall in love.

  “Mmm…good morning, Mistress. You awake?” Thorn’s deep voice seemed to vibrate her entire body as he spoke.

  Neh’sa stiffened and answered carefully.

  “I am but I thought you were still asleep.”

  “Felt you tense up—I think that’s what woke me,” he rumbled. “I seem to be…very attuned to you.” He frowned. “Don’t know why that is…”

  Neh’sa sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover herself before turning to face him. Normally she wasn’t shy about showing off her body—putting on a sexual display was part of Yonnite culture—it was equated with wealth and power. But somehow she felt vulnerable being naked with her big slave just at the moment—maybe because of all the things she’d allowed him to do that she shouldn’t have.

  “I’m fine, Thorn,” she said, struggling to regain her composure. “But I need you to understand something—what happened between us last night can not and will not happen again. I only allowed you to sleep with me because you had a severe case of sub-drop last night and I was truly worried about you.”

  He propped himself up on one elbow and frowned.

  “Okay, putting aside the fact that I’m not allowed in your bed…Sub-drop? What in the Seven Hells is that?”

  “A psychological condition which can have physical effects,” Neh’sa told him. “It’s the temporary depression and chemical imbalance that can happen to a submissive after a particularly intense interaction with his Domme.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

  “An intense submission, such as the one you experienced yesterday, can release all kinds of pleasure chemicals into the brain,” she explained. “When it’s over and your body is no longer producing those chemicals, you can experience a steep drop in your mood—a low to match the high, so to speak.”

  “So…it’s almost like my body went into withdrawal?” Thorn rumbled, looking at her. “And…you’re the drug I was craving?”

  “In a way, although I didn’t expect it to be such a problem for you.” She frowned. “I should have though. You’re extremely Alpha and you have dominant tendencies of your own. Giving up enough of your control to let me penetrate you—even just a little—must have been extraordinarily difficult.”

  “It wasn’t easy,” he admitted gruffly. “Afterwards I felt so fucking strange—almost in a daze. And all I could think about…” He cleared his throat. “All I could think of was you, Mistress. And what you must think of me after I let you…”

  “Take you?” Neh’sa asked softly. “Yes, that’s a symptom of sub-drop too. No matter how much a submissive enjoys what was done to him, he can still feel horrified later when he considers it without the pleasure chemicals flooding his brain.”

  “I’m not horrified,” he denied, frowning. “Maybe more just…surprised.”

  “That it wasn’t tortur