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  She didn’t believe that. Despite the way he’d ripped off her panties and tongued her so desperately, she didn’t think the big Kindred was the kind of male to try and take a female against her wishes. But still, it was clear he was on the edge of some event which would be bad—possibly disastrous if it happened. That event, whatever it was, had to be circumvented at all costs.

  The question was how?

  “How can I use pain on you?” she asked sharply, frowning at him. “You’ve told me yourself it doesn’t affect you.”

  “Whip me—use a whip on me. On my back where I was whipped before.” He spoke through gritted teeth with narrowed eyes. “Do it, Mistress.”

  Neh’sa was shocked that he would ask for such a thing—ask her to violate one of his hard limits.

  “No,” she exclaimed, frowning. “No, absolutely not, Thorn. But I’ll tell you what we will do,” she added, having an idea. “Come with me.”

  Taking his erect shaft in one hand, she led him to the training room and forced him to lie over the spanking bench, so that his knees were on the floor and his legs were spread wide. She cuffed his hands and legs in place so he couldn’t move and then stood back to admire him.

  Goddess, he was beautiful—so big and muscular and completely under her control. She would have to teach him a lesson about disobeying her—the thought made her pussy throb where he had licked her.

  “You’ll come,” she told him severely. “But on my terms and I promise you, Thorn, it won’t be easy or pleasant.”

  “What are you going to do to me?” His eyes blazed and he rattled the chains she’d used to lock him in place. “Going to penetrate me again, Mistress? Going to strap on a cock and fuck me this time?”

  “Do you want me to?” Neh’sa demanded, just as she had the first time he’d asked this. “Is this what you want, Thorn?”

  Going to her supply drawer, she got out her largest phallus—the black one that strapped into her penetration harness—and shoved it in his face.

  “Is this what you want?” she demanded.

  For a moment his eyes grew wide and then they narrowed again.

  “Fuck no, I don’t want it.” He lifted his chin. “But I can take it if I have to, Mistress.”

  “Wrong answer.” Neh’sa put the phallus back and reached into another drawer for a much smaller, slimmer device with a wide base at its bottom. She saw Thorn eyeing it uncertainly. It was long and sleek and silver and it looked more like a weapon than an instrument of sexual pleasure.

  “What is that? What are you going to do to me?” he demanded. “I asked you to use pain.”

  “What kind of release you get isn’t up to you, slave,” Neh’sa told him, deliberately making her voice harsh. “And believe me, there will be pain—you’re going to come so hard it will be painful.”

  “You going to put that inside me? That silver thing?” Thorn demanded. His muscular form strained and the chains creaked.

  For a moment Neh’sa thought he was going to break free of the spanking bench. If he did—Goddess, what would she do? She was able to physically dominate the big Kindred because he allowed her to. But he was so much bigger and stronger than her that if he got loose and decided to turn the tables on her…

  Maybe I should go get the stunner, she thought but rejected the idea immediately. No, she didn’t need the stunner. She needed to get hold of herself and get hold of Thorn as well.

  She had been acting out of a place of anger and also fear—she wasn’t certain what was going on with the big Kindred but whatever it was she saw in his strange, burning eyes, it scared her. That had to end now—she had to master this situation before it spun out of control.

  Taking a deep breath, she put a soothing hand on Thorn’s straining back. He might claim he could take penetration if she chose to dish it out but clearly the idea of it still upset him—especially if she was using a foreign object instead of just her finger.

  “Thorn,” she said, stroking him like she might stroke a huge, wild animal she was trying to tame. “Look at me. Just look at me.”

  Slowly he raised his eyes to hers and she saw the flames were still there, dancing faster and faster in those beautiful mismatched depths.

  “Neh’sa,” he growled hoarsely. “Mistress…”

  “Thorn,” she said again, softly. “I need to punish you. You were disobedient—you know you were. You deserve this.”

  “I know.” He shifted restlessly, making the chains creak warningly again. “I know that, Mistress. I just can’t…I don’t want…Where are you going to put that thing, anyway?” He nodded his head jerkily at the long, slim silver wand in her hand.

  “It’s going inside you,” Neh’s told him calmly. “But it’s not really going to hurt, although it will feel very intense.”

  He eyed the wand mistrustfully.

  “Hell of a lot longer and bigger than your soft little finger, Mistress,” he growled.

  “I know that, Thorn, but I need you to take it for me.” Neh’sa stroked his back again. “I know we’re pushing a limit here but I promise if you trust me, I’ll help you have that release you need so badly. Can you trust me and open up?”

  He looked at her, the flames dancing even higher in his eyes for just a moment. Then, with a low, shuddering sigh that was almost a groan, he nodded.

  “Yes, Mistress. I…I’ll try.”

  “That’s good. So good, Thorn.” Stroking his shoulders soothingly, Neh’sa reached for a tube of the slippery ointment she used to ease the way when she broke a slave to penetration.

  Squirting a generous amount on her finger, she stroked it over his rosebud, feeling his big form quiver beneath her touch.

  “It’s all right, Thorn,” she murmured as she stroked him, loosening him up just a little. “Everything is going to be all right.”

  “Hope you’re fucking right,” he growled. When she put the blunt end of the long silver wand against his nether entrance he jumped. “Seven Hells, that’s cold!”

  “It’ll be warm in a moment,” Neh’sa promised him. She pressed a button on the wand’s wide, flaring base and at once it began to warm until it was body temperature. When she pressed it against him again, Thorn didn’t jump, though he did shift uncomfortably.

  “When are you going to…” He let the sentence trail off and Neh’sa stroked his back again.

  “When you’re ready,” she murmured. “Do you trust me, Thorn?”

  Another long, harsh sigh and then he nodded.

  “Yes, Mistress—I trust you. Do it.”

  Slowly but firmly, Neh’sa pushed the long silver wand inside him. It was warm now but she knew it would still feel strange to the big Kindred to have a foreign object in such a sensitive area. At last she had it in place.

  “All right,” she told Thorn, stroking his shoulders. “The wand is inside you.”

  “Yeah, I can feel it.” He gave a shaky laugh. “Now what? You going to jerk me off while you fuck me with it?”

  “I won’t have to jerk you off to make you come this time,” Neh’sa purred softly in his ear. Reaching around him, she pressed another button on the base of the silver wand. With a low hum, the motor inside the slim device kicked on and began to vibrate.

  “Gods!” Thorn’s eyes widened and his big body seemed to freeze in place for a moment. “Gods, Neh’sa!”

  “Mistress,” Neh’sa corrected him. She went around to the drawer where she’d gotten the case and took out a small silver remote. Then she went to sit in front of the big Kindred. She wanted to watch his face while this played out.

  “Mistress,” he groaned, his body shaking. “This fucking thing you’ve got inside me—it’s hitting that spot. The one you rubbed before.”

  “Yes, I know.” Pressing a button on the remote, Neh’sa turned up the power, watching as he writhed in his bonds. “How does it feel, Thorn?” she murmured, cupping his cheek in one hand. “Look at me and tell me how it feels.”

  “Fucking intense.” His eyes locked with