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  “Um…he kisses my other foot?” Lissa sounded worried.

  “Of course not, my dear. He kisses your panties.”

  “He…he does?” Lissa swallowed audibly. “I mean, of course he does. Saber,” she said, snapping her fingers. “Kiss me…kiss my panties, I mean. Show the proper respect.”

  This time Saber was more than glad to submit. Leaning forward, he pressed his cheek to the small triangle of green and white lace and inhaled deeply, filling his senses with her intoxicating female fragrance. Gods, if only he could kiss her without the panties in the way! But this was better than nothing.

  Slowly, tenderly, he placed his lips at the very center of the white lace. Behind the thin barrier, he could feel her soft pussy lips parting for him as he pressed carefully forward. He knew if he could just slip the flimsy barrier to one side, he could have his tongue buried to the hilt in Lissa’s sweet, wet cunt.

  “Oh…” The soft exclamation fell out of Lissa like a sigh and Saber felt one soft little hand slip into his hair. Gods, he was dying here. Being so close to her and not being allowed to taste her was sheer torture. His exposed cock throbbed for release between his thighs but there was nothing he could do about it—nothing at all.

  “Very nice.” Lady Sha’rak said, breaking the moment. “Of course, if the company at the party is extremely posh and important, you can always direct your slave to tongue you in order to show extra reverence and submission. I recommend wearing split panties just in case. Do you have any? If not, I can loan you some.”

  “I…I…split panties?” Lissa seemed to be at a loss for words and Saber thought that even if he had been allowed to, he couldn’t have spoken either. Was their hostess actually saying that he might get his wish after all? To taste Lissa, no matter how briefly, was what he wanted most in the universe. But how would she feel about it? Would she hate him for it if he had to do it? Or would she display the same eager curiosity she had when she was stroking his shaft? He risked a quick glance up and saw that she was looking down at him, her cheeks stained scarlet with mortification.

  “Mistress,” he murmured, and pressed another slow kiss to the white lace that was now becoming damp from her honey.

  “Saber,” she whispered and caressed his hair tentatively. The simple, hesitant gesture sent a shiver through Saber’s entire body and he felt the fire within him re-ignite with a sudden blazing rush. He was just about to lean forward again and push the panties to one side when Lady Sha’rak’s strident voice burst his fantasies of finally tasting Lissa.

  “Enough obeisance! Order him to rise.”

  The sharp command made them jerk apart and Saber looked up at Lissa again.

  “On your feet, slave,” she commanded, obviously trying to copy Lady Sha’rak’s demanding tone. “And…and keep your hands behind your back.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Saber got awkwardly to his feet. Rising, he stood as he had before with his legs spread and his arms behind his back, feeling both vulnerable and foolish.

  But despite his negative emotions, he was also hotter than he had ever been in his entire life. Was he starting to enjoy his submission to Lissa? It seemed like a foreign concept but he honestly found he kind of liked taking orders from her—especially orders with a sexual overtone.

  “Very good, though he could have been faster.” Lady Sha’rak nodded.

  “Thank you.” Lissa looked at her. “Now what?”

  “Now you’re going to stroke him again. And again and again and again. But you will never—never let him come.” Their hostess gave her a cruel smile. “This, my dear, is the true torture. Your slave will never dare to disobey again once you master the technique of delayed gratification.”

  Oh Goddess! Saber looked up at the padded ceiling. He already had the worst case of the blue balls he’d ever had in his life—how was he going to survive this torture? And yet, he had no choice. As Lissa’s small, soft hand encircle his aching shaft once more, he set his jaw and forced himself to hold still and take it.

  What else could he do?

  * * * * *

  Lissa looked at Saber from the corner of her eye as she pulled out yet another ancient document to look at. Lady Sha’rak was out in the town, running errands before dinner. After the lengthy training session she’d put Lissa and Saber through, she had declared there were some things she simply must get before the party. To Lissa’s relief, she had taken Llewelyn with her, promising to be back in time for dinner. Now that they had the entire floor to themselves, it was the perfect opportunity to search the ambassador’s private library for the missing scrolls.

  And also, apparently, the perfect opportunity to ignore each other and pretend nothing had happened.

  There had been silence between them since the ambassador had left and Lissa was upset and anxious—how did Saber feel about her now? Did he hate her for abusing his body so? For fondling him without his permission? They had been working for almost an hour and he’d been perfectly silent all that time. Though he said nothing, he still moved stiffly, as though he was hurting exactly where she had touched him. Oh Goddess, had she been too rough?

  Lissa didn’t think she had been—Saber had certainly seemed to enjoy her hand on him while she was stroking his shaft. And to tell the truth, she had rather enjoyed it herself. She’d never seen male equipment before but Saber’s had been…nice. Well, more than nice, actually. He had been hot and throbbing in her hand and yet the skin of his shaft had been so soft—it was like stroking a heated iron bar with the texture of rose petals. To be completely honest, touching him so intimately had made her feel warm and tingly all over.

  But Lady Sha’rak had forced them to continue the exercise over and over for a long time. Maybe Lissa had over done it. Had she done him some kind of lasting injury?

  “Saber,” she blurted, unable to keep her worried thoughts bottled up any longer. “I…I think you should let me examine you.”

  “What?” He turned to her, both eyebrows raised in evident surprise. “Examine me where? And why?”

  “Where…where I touched you.” Lissa could feel her cheeks getting hot but she refused to back down. She pointed to the large bulge in his crotch where his cock was barely contained by the tight black slave trousers. “I…I need to see if I’ve hurt you or done you any lasting harm.”

  “Hurt me? You think you hurt me?” His face held a mixture of laughter and irritation. “Why would you think that?”

  “Because of the way you’re moving—it’s like you can barely walk. I need to see if I’ve bruised you or—”

  “Lissa, I’m fine,” he interrupted. “I’m not hurt.”

  Lissa frowned stubbornly. “I don’t believe you.”

  “Too bad,” Saber shot back, with a frown of his own. “You’ll have to take my word for it because I’m not opening these damn trousers again. I barely got back into them last time.”

  “That’s because you’re all swollen and hurting,” Lissa protested. “If you’d just let me see—”

  “You think you can help me by touching me more, is that it?” His jaw clenched. “Sorry, but it’s not going to happen. It would only make the problem worse.”

  “But—”

  “Amalla.” He caught both her hands in his and looked earnestly into her face. “Please believe me, your touch didn’t harm me in any way. This is a problem I can…” He coughed. “I can take care of myself. As soon as I get these Goddess damned manacles off.”

  “I’ll ask for the remote at dinner,” Lissa promised. “I’m sorry I didn’t think to before Ambassador Sha’rak left.”

  “We were both distracted,” Saber said shortly. “Now, come on, we don’t know how long she and Llewelyn are going to be gone. We need to get this whole library searched by the time they get back.”

  “We’ve been through hundreds of scrolls and documents, though,” Lissa protested. “And none of them is even from First World.”

  “It’s valuable property—she probably won’t have it out in plain view.