Twisted: Brides of the Kindred 23 Read online

  “Uh…” Nikki thought of her soon-to-be ex’s thinning hair. If she started yanking on it, he’d have even less on top than he already had. Also, she couldn’t imagine Gary talking about cunnilingus with the same enthusiasm that Malik showed towards the act. There was a light in the big Kindred’s eyes when he spoke about going down—a deep longing in his voice and an expression on his face that made her think he was imagining the most pleasurable experience of his life.

  “Did…did Mistress Hellenix make you, uh, do that—go down on her a lot?” she asked hesitantly. She knew what her evil twin had told her but she wanted to hear Malik’s side of it.

  “It was one of the few pleasures in being her slave,” he said, nodding gravely. “She usually allowed me to taste her before bed or anytime she wanted a release.” He frowned. “Though lately she has been giving that honor to Ugger instead and making me watch while he treats her much too roughly.”

  “Is it some kind of weird game with them? Is that why he jumped on me?” Nikki asked, remembering the aggressive way the other slave had gone after her while she was in the room with the amazing colored-glass ceiling.

  Malik nodded and a concerned light came into his silver eyes.

  “Please don’t ask me to do that to you, Nicole. I do not enjoy treating females roughly.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that,” Nikki promised him. “I’m not one of those ‘pain is pleasure’ types.” Like the real Mistress Hellenix apparently was.

  “Good.” Malik looked relieved. “Although I would be happy to bring you pleasure with my tongue, if you wish to practice receiving it while you are relaxing, as my old Mistress often did.” His silver eyes went half-lidded. “More than happy.”

  “Um…” Once again, Nikki was at a loss for words. “Are you offering to, uh, go down on me just to help me relax?” she asked uncertainly.

  “It’s a great stress reliever,” Malik pointed out, sounding like he was talking about taking a yoga class instead of suggesting that he might like to lick her pussy until she came on his tongue. “Many Yonnites of my Mistress’s social class have their slaves give them oral pleasure when they get together. They call it ‘tongue time.’”

  Well, thank goodness Mistress Hellenix hadn’t made her promise to get together for a girls’ night with her friends! Nikki thought she would die of embarrassment if she had to sit around and talk to other women while Malik got between her legs and pleasured her with his tongue.

  Again, it wasn’t that she didn’t want it—in fact, just talking about this with him was making her almost unbearably hot. Especially when she remembered the way he’d kissed her panties when he was “paying obeisance” to her in front of the other slaves. But she hadn’t been with any man but Gary in so long, just the idea of letting herself be sexually open and vulnerable with a new person made her incredibly nervous.

  “Nicole? Mistress?” Malik’s eyes were half-lidded again. “I can tell that you want it,” he murmured in a low, seductive voice that seemed to get under her skin like a big, warm hand and rub her in all the right places. “Why do you not order me to drop to my knees and lap your sweet little cunt until you come all over my face?”

  “You…you’re already on your knees,” Nikki pointed out, rather breathlessly.

  “So much the better.” Malik began to crawl towards her, his eyes flashing with lust. “I’m already in the right position to give you pleasure. Why don’t you just relax and let me do it?”

  “I…I don’t…” She could barely get the words out and she found that he was already right in front of her, his big, warm hands on her knees, urging them open. She was wearing another one of Mistress Hellenix’s semi-obscene gowns which Malik had had her change into before they began her “lessons” and it had a high slit up the middle of its sparkly, dark blue fabric.

  The slit clearly showed the tiny blue panties which matched the gown—a miniscule triangle which was woefully inadequate for the task of covering her. It barely hid her pussy lips from view and just the top of her slit was clearly visible, peeking above the low rise of the little patch of fabric.

  Now Malik was parting her legs wide with his broad shoulders as his big hands roved up and down her inner thighs, stroking and sending an electrical tingle of pleasure through her entire body. He was still talking to her, his eyes burning into hers as he murmured how much he wanted to taste her, how he longed to lick her pussy until she creamed on his tongue and came just for him…

  “Wait!” Nikki protested weakly but her mild protestation didn’t stop him even for a second. He was so big—so overwhelmingly sexual—and he smelled so good. That warm, electrical musk was radiating from his muscular body, making her feel almost drunk, like she’d had double her usual limit of red wine. Her head was spinning and her pussy was parting under the thin blue fabric. She could actually feel Malik’s hot breath on her mound and he was pressing her down against the blood-red mattress, lowering his face, preparing to lick her whether she wanted him to or not.

  Did she want him to do this? Nikki asked herself desperately. Yes, absolutely—her body was screaming for sexual release. It was as though he had wakened some part of her which had been asleep for years when he “massaged” her earlier and now that part of her was hungry for more—much more .

  But should she let him do this? Nikki had to regretfully admit that the answer was a resounding no. She still barely knew him and she wasn’t a one-night stand kind of girl. Besides, they had to work together here—in a way, anyway. They both had their parts to play in order to save his world and also to get her home to her kids. Making this sexual would only complicate matters.

  She had to stop this while she still could. But how?

  “Mistress,” Malik murmured and she felt the hot, wet tip of his tongue caress the top of her mound and then find the very top of her slit, which was peeking out above the edge of her panties.

  Have to stop him—have to! she told herself. Now, Nikki—do it now!

  “No—no!” Somehow she mustered the strength to shout the words as she pushed at his head.

  Malik looked up at her, his silver eyes flashing.

  “Order me to stop then, Mistress,” he growled. “Show me who is the boss in this situation. If you don’t, I’ll have my way with you and lap your luscious little pussy until you come all over my tongue.”

  Finally Nikki understood what he was doing—this was a test and up until a moment ago she had been failing miserably. She had to be more dominant, act more like her evil twin in order to pass. Would Mistress Hellenix have allowed Malik to do anything he wanted to her—especially if she personally didn’t want it done?

  The answer was immediate and obvious—definitely not.

  “No,” she said again, making her voice stern, trying to remember the tone of the dominatrix whose life she had been thrust into with no warning. “Malik, get away from me at once,” she said, glaring at the big Kindred. “I don’t…don’t choose to let you taste me right now. So stop.”

  “Ah, at last.” Malik released his hold on her thighs and sat back, a small smile playing around the corners of his sensual mouth. “I knew you had it in you to be dominant, Mistress,” he said. “You just needed a push to get there.”

  “Well, you certainly were, uh, pushing. But how could you possibly know that?” Nikki asked, sitting up and trying to straighten her gown.

  She was still throbbing between her thighs and breathless from the encounter with the big Kindred. She couldn’t help wondering if he had been pretending his desire to taste her. Had it all been part of his plan to force her to act more dominant? Or did he really want to lick her after all?

  “How could I know? Because no one who is a such a perfect genetic match for my old Mistress couldn’t have at least a few of her personality traits.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Does that make sense?”

  “I don’t know.” Nikki shook her head. “I guess maybe if my life was like hers I could be more dominant—more in charge. I suppos