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  “Oh?” Neh’sa raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him coolly though her heart was drumming against her ribs for some reason. “And why is that, Thorn?”

  “Because if I ever get the chance to turn the tables on you, I fucking well will, Mistress.” His voice was a low, sexual rumble that seemed to do things to her insides. “Then you’re going to be the one submitting and I promise you, it’s not going to be pretty.”

  “Then it’s a good thing you’re never leaving Yonnie Six,” Neh’sa said as lightly as she could. “Now, no more talking, Thorn. Just hold still and take your punishment like a good slave. I’m going to show you some new knots I learned recently.”

  She got out a silky black cord and began wrapping it around his heavy balls and the base of his cock as she continued stroking him, making sure he was painfully hard. Thorn was silent and uncomplaining as she tied him, though his big, muscular body was tense, every muscle tight with the sexual torture she was inflicting. The strange sparks danced frantically in his eyes as he watched her.

  But though he spoke not another word, Neh’sa could still feel his eyes on her and his words kept echoing in her head. They stirred something inside her—some desire which she’d thought was dead after Heloth died in the riots. There was a game she’d used to play sometimes with her first and most beloved body-slave—a game they simply called “switch.” When they played, Heloth was the Master and Neh’sa was the slave to be held down and tied up, to be dominated in whatever way her Master saw fit…

  Neh’sa pushed the illicit memories away. She had been young then—young and stupid and not sure of what she wanted. Now she was an established Domme and a Mistress who had trained many, many slaves in the proper ways of submission and she liked it like that—liked being in charge. She had no desire to submit anymore.

  None at all, truly—or so she told herself…

  Other than that one exchange, Thorn learned his lessons very well. And despite her departure into more extreme sexual training, Neh’sa retained her stern Mistress demeanor and otherwise kept strictly to the training protocol she had established over so many years as a Domme.

  Well, except when she allowed him to kiss her panties every night before bed, she admitted to herself. That had gotten completely out of hand.

  It was partially her fault, she had to acknowledge. Though she’d told herself she was just training Thorn to be a good body-slave, she’d also enjoyed teasing him. But she hadn’t realized how close he was to snapping when she did…

  The first night she’d decided to allow him to kiss her goodnight, she’d worn a pair of panties that were fairly modest—by Yonnie Six standards, anyway. They were pale peach, covering most of her pussy mound but leaving just the top of her slit peeking above the lacy boarder. She’d put them on specifically for the purpose of testing the big Kindred, thinking that it would be a good trial of his control.

  She hadn’t realized it would also be a trial of hers.

  “Thorn!” She had left him in her small private sitting room where she’d been rubbing the healing balm on his shoulders. Letting him kiss her panties was a spur of the moment idea—they’d been together for three or four days at that point and it seemed like a good thought to let Thorn get used to paying obeisance to his Mistress in this intimate and time-honored Yonnie Six tradition.

  Neh’sa had gone to change for bed and had put on the pale peach panties on the spur of the moment. Her heart hammered in her chest and she put a note of authority in her voice as she called him to her bedchamber.

  “Thorn, come here at once,” she told him.

  “Yes, Mistress?” He’d turned, eyeing her warily. Clearly he wasn’t sure if what was coming next was good or bad—exactly the way she intended him to feel. Anticipating and dealing with his Mistress’s moods was part of what made a good body-slave excellent at his job.

  “You’ve been working hard today,” Neh’sa told him as she stood in the doorway to the bedchamber. To go with the panties, she was wearing a silky peach robe, which clearly showed the ripe points of her nipples, and nothing else.

  The two of them had been calm and relaxed after her nightly ritual of rubbing the balm into his wounded back. Now Neh’sa felt a surge of excitement as she saw Thorn’s eyes widen and the bright motes started dancing in their blue and green depths as he took in her outfit.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “I’m doing my best to learn to be your body-slave.”

  “You won’t belong to me—you’ll be going to another Mistress when I find one who’s suitable for you,” Neh’sa told him sternly.

  Although where she would find a female dominant enough not to let the big Kindred run all over her was a mystery. Not that she really wanted to—more and more she wished she could keep Thorn all for herself. Which was foolish. A thought she must put from her head. But Thorn’s next words didn’t make it easy.

  “I’ll always belong to you, Mistress,” he told her, his eyes flashing. “And to no one else—no matter where you send me.”

  Neh’sa felt her heart give a little thump in her chest but she tried to ignore it.

  “I want to reward you for your hard work,” she told Thorn. “So you may kiss me goodnight—kiss my panties, you understand. As we discussed earlier, when you first came here.”

  His eyes flashed again and his voice dropped to a hoarse growl.

  “It would be my pleasure, Mistress,” he murmured, coming forward. He towered over her, his mismatched eyes burning down into hers, making Neh’sa feel small and fragile in a way she wasn’t used to.

  “On your knees,” she ordered, wishing her voice didn’t sound so breathless. “You can’t kiss my panties from all the way up there.”

  “As you wish, Mistress.” The big Kindred dropped gracefully to his knees before her and put his big hands on her hips. “Gods, been wanting to do this from the minute I first saw you,” he growled and then he was pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her peach panties.

  Neh’sa gasped as she felt his hot tongue tracing the slit of her pussy lips right through the thin fabric. This wasn’t supposed to be happening—he was only meant to press a brief, chaste kiss to the fabric of her panties and then pull back—not try to tongue her open right through the thin material!

  She knew she ought to stop him but Goddess, it felt so good. She didn’t even reprimand him when he moved a little higher and slipped the tip of his tongue into the top part of her slit, which was showing just above the lace boarder of her panties.

  “Thorn!” she exclaimed breathlessly when his tongue sought to travel further down.

  “Yes, Mistress.” He looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded with desire. “Do you want me to stop?”

  It was the last thing Neh’sa wanted and yet she knew it was necessary. If she let him, the big Kindred would strip her panties down, spread her thighs, and go down on her all night. She couldn’t have that—couldn’t allow him to take charge of the situation. He was already too damn dominant as it was. So she made herself nod her head.

  “Yes, that…that will do for tonight,” she whispered breathlessly. “Good night, Thorn.”

  He’d licked his lips hungrily. “Good night, Mistress.”

  Neh’sa had told herself she wouldn’t repeat the mistake and yet, the very next night she found herself standing in the doorway of her bedchamber wearing an even smaller pair of panties. These had a V-shaped cut in the front which showed almost all of her slit…and gave easier access to her throbbing clit.

  She’d told herself she shouldn’t do it, but when she saw Thorn’s eyes go half-lidded with lust at the sight of the tiny pale blue panties which barely hid any of her pussy, she knew she couldn’t help herself.

  “Come here, Thorn,” she’d ordered him yet again. “Drop down and kiss my panties.”

  He dropped to his knees obligingly and crawled across the floor as sinuous as a great cat. When he got to her, he grasped Neh’sa’s hips and pressed his mouth low to the fabric of her pant