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  “It means you need to let me help you now.” He took a step towards her but Trin retreated.

  “I…I really don’t think…”

  “That it’s proper?” He blew out a breath in obvious frustration. “Listen, Trin—we’ve gone well beyond caring what’s right or wrong according to your personal code of ethics or what the Goddess of Judgment says. We’re talking about pain and permanent damage—you need to let me help you.”

  “I…” Trin shook her head, wishing she could put her objections into words. But her mind was a jumbled chaos and her breasts were aching so much it was hard to think.

  “Think of it this way,” Thrace murmured, stepping closer to cup her cheek. “I’ll be performing an obeisance, like I did for you earlier in the sleeping chamber. That’s all.”

  “But…you just kissed me then,” Trin pointed out. “It was gentle…respectful.”

  “And I’ll still be respectful,” Thrace promised her gently. “I would never treat any part of you with disrespect, Mistress.”

  “That…that article said you have to suck vigorously. As in hard,” Trin objected. “That just sounds…obscene. And besides, I don’t think I could stand that right now. They hurt so much.” She pointed down to her bright scarlet nipples and her breasts which still felt so full and achy.

  “I’ll be gentle, baby.” Thrace stroked her cheek with a feather light touch. “You know I will.”

  “Well…I guess if you’re gentle.” Trin shifted and felt something strike the backs of her thighs. With a start, she realized she had backed herself against the black marble counter which ran the length of the room.

  “Here.” Thrace put both hands on her hips and lifted her easily, as if she was a doll. He sat her carefully on the high counter so that his mouth was on the level of her full, naked breasts. “Comfortable?” he asked, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. “Ready to let me help you?”

  “Yes,” Trin whispered in a small voice. “But…”

  “But what?” he was already cupping her breasts in his big hands, about to lean forward.

  “I mean…how can you not mind doing this?” Trin motioned down at herself, at the obscene sight of her too-full breasts and scarlet nipples, so different from her usual berry brown color. “I mean I look…bizarre.”

  “You’re beautiful—always beautiful to me.” He cupped her cheek again. “And didn’t I tell you there was nothing I wouldn’t do for you?”

  “Thrace…you don’t have to.”

  “Yes I do. And I want to.” Leaning down he raised her aching right nipple to his lips. “Watch me, baby. I’m going to start out very soft and gentle.”

  “A-all right.” Trin didn’t know what else to say. And before she could think of anything, his warm mouth was closing around her tight nipple.

  Trin clenched her hands into fists, trying to brace herself. By now her breasts were so full and achy that even a soft breeze blowing across her nipples would have hurt. So she didn’t see how letting Thrace suck them could be anything but excruciating. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and tried to get ready for the pain.

  To her surprise, no pain came. Instead, there was the soothing sensation of warmth and then the feeling of his tongue bathing her aching tip very, very tenderly.

  “Oh…” Trin whispered, unable to say anything else. Before when he’d kissed her while paying obeisance, he hadn’t used his tongue. Now, he was lapping gently and delicately around her swollen nipple, making her feel strange all over. Strange but good…relieved. And hot.

  Thrace released her for just a moment and looked up at her.

  “Going to suck now, Mistress. Going to suck your sweet nipple. Let me know if you need more or less.”

  Trin nodded and watched as he recaptured her nipple and drew it as deeply into his mouth as he could. Then, very gently, the suction began.

  At once she felt a sense of release, as though the pressure that had been building up inside her was beginning to ease. But though it was getting better, the easing of tension wasn’t quite fast enough. She needed more.

  “Thrace…” She ran a hand through his hair, looking down at him, his mouth latched on to her nipple. “I need more…need…harder.”

  He released her once more.

  “As my lady commands,” he murmured. Then, pulling her close, he nuzzled his face between her breasts, the scratch of his cheeks making her moan. “Harder then,” he said hoarsely.

  This time when he pulled her nipple into his mouth, Trin could feel a deep, steady suction that made her moan. Goddess, surely it wasn’t right the way this made her feel! It was almost as though there was a connection that went directly from her nipples to her pussy. With each deep pull on her breast, she felt an answering surge between her thighs. Her clit was throbbing with need and desire as Thrace tended to her.

  After a while he switched breasts, sucking the left nipple just as eagerly. Trin groaned as the intense need growing in her pussy ignited and her body begged for more. She could no longer ignore the fire his mouth on her nipples caused. She had to do something to relieve this desire.

  Without thinking about it, her hand slipped down and opened the towel still wrapped around her waist. Her fingers found her swollen pussy lips and parted them to slip inside. But with the first light touch, she gasped in pain.

  “Ouch!”

  Thrace stopped sucking at once.

  “Did I hurt you?” His eyes were dark with concern.

  “No, I…I hurt myself,” Trin confessed.

  “What? How?” He frowned.

  “I…”

  “Just tell me, Trin.”

  “I…” Her face was on fire but she knew he wouldn’t stop asking until he had an answer. “I tried to…to touch myself, like I did when you held me last night,” she whispered. “But I guess I’m too sensitive because it really hurt.”

  “Let me see.” Despite her weak protests, he pulled the towel all the way open, baring her pussy. What he revealed made Trin suck in her breath—her pussy was swollen with need and as scarlet as her nipples. It was clear to see since the outer lips parting of their own volition to reveal her inner cunt, slick with her juices. The little pearl of her clit was standing out, prominently on display as though begging for attention.

  “Oh, no!” Trin moaned at the sight. “Not there too!”

  “It’s all right,” Thrace murmured. “You’re just in need, Mistress.” He placed a hand on her inner thigh. “Do you want me to ease you?”

  “I don’t think you can. If I can’t even stand my own touch…”

  “I think I can help you if you’ll let me. The compounds in my saliva that are easing the pain in your nipples should work on your pussy too.” He looked up at her. “Will you let me try?”

  “What, you mean…lick me? There?” Trin felt her face heat as she nodded between her legs.

  Slowly, he nodded. “It would be the fastest way to help you feel better.”

  “No.” Trin closed her thighs though it made her swollen pussy ache sharply. “I don’t…don’t want you to do that. I don’t feel…comfortable with that.”

  “I kissed you there when I was offering you obeisance,” he pointed out.

  “That’s not the same thing,” she said stubbornly. “You only kissed me. You didn’t…didn’t spread me open and…and lick me.”

  “What’s the matter?” he asked softly. “Is licking too much like penetration?”

  “It’s close,” Trin admitted, dropping her eyes. “Closer than I want to get.”

  “All right.” he sighed. “What if I licked my fingers and touched you with them? Would that be all right? As long as I promise not to penetrate you with them?”

  “I…guess so.” Trin didn’t know what else to do.

  “You know, my tongue is a hell of a lot softer than my fingers,” he pointed out.

  “I know.” Trin nodded. “But I just…feel more comfortable this way.”

  “You may change your mind in a minute,” he mur