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  “Thrace!” she protested, feeling her cheeks heat with a blush. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t actually been touching herself but she did like feeling bare under the flirty little dress while she read the “good parts” as Thrace called them. It made her feel hot and naughty.

  “Mmm-hmm, I thought so.” He leaned forward and took her mouth in a deep, tantalizing kiss that promised so much more.

  Trin moaned and kissed him back, giving in to the pleasure of his hot mouth completely. Goddess, she loved the feel of his strong body against hers! His muscles were like warm, flexible steel. She never felt so safe as when she was enclosed in his arms.

  Now she was completely naked while Thrace was still wearing his black flight leathers and an ice-blue shirt that looked amazing with his eyes.

  “Wait…wait a minute,” she protested breathlessly when the kiss finally broke. “I thought I was supposed to be in charge. Isn’t the mistress supposed to be dressed while her slave is naked?”

  “Only if she doesn’t want her slave to pay obeisance to her,” he murmured, smiling. “Mistress, will you allow me to pay obeisance to your sweet nipples?”

  His low words and the hungry way he was looking at her made Trin’s pussy feel hot and wet and swollen. Goddess, this was how it had been back at Lady Tam-tam’s, when they were still just pretending to be together. She’d been very nervous about letting Thrace put his mouth on her most intimate spots but he’d proven he could do it with gentleness and utmost respect, which had allowed her to let him in more than she ever would have believed possible.

  “Yes,” she whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed and thrusting her naked breasts out for him. “Yes, you may, slave.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.” Thrace slid off the side of the bed and sank to his knees before her, bringing her closer to his mouth. Obligingly, Trin pushed her breasts further out, her nipples like dark, ripe berries just begging to be sucked.

  “Gods, you’re beautiful.” Thrace’s mental voice sounded slightly hoarse. “Don’t know what I did to deserve you, baby.”

  “Mistress,” she corrected him with a little smile. Although she knew well enough that she’d be “baby” later when it was his turn to penetrate her and fill her with his seed.

  “Mmm, and I can’t wait to do that. But we have a few other things to do first.”

  Leaning forward, he captured one tight bud between his lips. He was gentle at first, barely touching her as he kissed the rigid little point. It reminded Trin of the way he had first “paid obeisance” to her breasts back on Yonnie Six. Then, his eyes fixed on hers, he sucked her deeply into his mouth, pulling at the tender peak until she moaned and buried her fingers in his hair.

  “Oh Goddess…Thrace!” she gasped as he switched to the second nipple and treated it the same way.

  “Do you like that, Mistress?” he asked through their link while still driving her wild. “Do you like it when I pay obeisance to your sweet breasts?”

  “You know I do!” Trin sent back, still moaning.

  “Then may I also pay obeisance to your pussy?” He looked up at her, his eyes blazing. “May I spread your plump little cunt lips wide and worship your clit with my tongue?”

  In answer, Trin lay back against the bed and let her knees drift apart. This was another act which had caused her much shame and guilt once upon a time. Now she loved it—loved the feeling of her man’s hot mouth on her most intimate and secret spot and the feeling of his tongue buried deep in her cleft.

  “Gods, you have such a gorgeous little pussy,” Thrace growled softly. He was still on his knees before her and his big, warm hands caressed her inner thighs as he spoke. “So hot and wet and swollen. You need to be kissed, don’t you, Mistress? Kissed and licked and sucked.”

  “Y-yes,” Trin half moaned as she felt his hot breath blowing across her sensitive flesh. She couldn’t help remembering the first time he had “paid obeisance” to her pussy. She’d been so reluctant to let him, feeling that it would be wrong to let a male put his lips to such a private area. But Thrace had convinced her he could simply kiss her and show his reverence for her pussy without penetrating her. That was the first time Trin had allowed his mouth on her there—but not the last. Since then she had come to realize that this was one of his favorite acts—he genuinely loved the way she tasted and the way she couldn’t help moaning when he kissed and tasted her.

  “Of course I love the way you moan when I kiss you,” Thrace told her as he leaned forward. He placed a sweet, open-mouthed kiss on her swollen outer pussy lips, making her jump and give a breathless little gasp. Then he spent several long minutes tracing her slit with his tongue, making her clench her hands into fists as she tried to hold still while he licked her. “And I especially like the way you make those hot little cries when I spread your pussy and taste your creamy little cunt.”

  “Then do it!” Trin gasped as he spread her with thumbs, exposing her inner folds.

  “Gods, look how wet you are,” he groaned softly. “So soft and wet and open—Mistress it will be my pleasure to taste your sweet juices.”

  “Oh…Oh, Thrace,” Trin gasped, gripping the bedspread on either side of her. Goddess, he was driving her crazy.

  “You drive me crazy too…the way you look so hot and wet, the way you move when I taste you…the way you smell with that hot feminine scent…Goddess, can’t hold back anymore, Mistress. Have to taste you fully now.”

  Bending his head, he took a long, slow lick that started at the bottom of her slit and went all the way to the top of her cleft. Trin moaned, her hips twitching as his hot tongue dragged over her aching clit. Then he did it again, and again while she bucked up to meet him, tasting her thoroughly as though determined to get every last drop of her honey.

  She was gripping the bedspread with one hand but she needed to hold on to something with the other. Somehow her hand found his and their fingers intertwined. Trin squeezed hard and felt his answering pressure as he continued to bathe her pussy with his hot tongue.

  “That’s right, Mistress,” she heard him growl softly in her head. “Hold on to me. Hold on and let me taste your sweet pussy.”

  “Oh…oh, Thrace I’m already close…so close,” she moaned, her back arching as she gave herself to him completely.

  “Then you’re ready.”

  Never stopping the long, slow licking that was driving her insane, he reached for the heart’s blood phallus and pressed the dark red end against the entrance to her pussy.

  Trin gasped a little at the shock of it and started to close her legs. Thrace looked up and caught her eyes before giving a minute shake of his head.

  “No, Mistress—you need to wear this. All right?”

  “I…all right.” Trin could hear the hesitation in her own mental voice and she tried to make it stronger. “All right,” she sent again. “Do it, Thrace—I trust you.”

  “I am honored by your trust, Mistress.”

  Still lapping gently at her wet, open folds, he pressed the heart’s blood phallus slowly inside her. Trin bit her lip to hold back a moan as it stretched her inner walls. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as big as Thrace’s shaft but still it felt alien inside her—subtly wrong somehow.

  “It feels like that because it’s not me,” Thrace assured her, still licking and kissing her gently. “But remember, it’s going to connect us in a moment. It will join us together intimately.”

  “And…you’re sure you’re all right with this? You still want to do it?” she sent as he seated the thick phallus completely inside her, to the hilt.

  “Never been more sure of anything in my life,” Thrace promised her. He placed another soft kiss on her throbbing clit and looked up at her. “Are you ready?” he asked aloud.

  “Are you?” Trin demanded in a slightly shaky voice.

  In answer, he got off his knees and began to strip. Trin watched with a pounding heart as his naked, muscular body was revealed. Goddess, he was a work of art—all hard angles and lines and t