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  “Wait…I can’t sleep like this…in the nude,” Trin protested sleepily.

  “Afraid you’re going to have to, at least for tonight,” said Thrace. “Your nipples are looking a little red again. You don’t want to hurt yourself by letting anything rough come in contact with them.”

  As if to illustrate his point, he leaned down and lapped her right nipple, gently, soothing the sharp little ache that had begun to grow, almost without Trin knowing it.

  “Oh!” His hot mouth on her flesh woke her up and for a moment she had to fight the urge to reach for him, to beg him to lick her again, to suck her some more…

  “Sorry, Mistress…did I overstep my bounds?” His eyes were half-lidded with desire. “I just wanted to make sure you were completely comfortable. Perhaps I should lick the other too? To be on the safe side?”

  Again, Trin didn’t want to fight about it.

  “All right. Thank you, Thrace,” she murmured. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts up, offering herself to him.

  Thrace took her up on the offer, leaning down again to trace her other nipple gently with his tongue, easing her pain.

  “Gods, Mistress,” he murmured thickly when he at last raised his head. “Your breasts are so beautiful. Thank you for allowing me to help you. Is your pussy in need as well?”

  “I…” Trin began to feel a bit breathless and much more awake. “I don’t know.”

  “Perhaps I should check. If you would spread your legs for me, Mistress?” He tugged the sheets down below her thighs and raised an eyebrow at her.

  Feeling hot and uncertain all over again, Trin did as he asked. She bit back a moan as he framed her pussy with his big hands and then parted her outer lips gently with his thumbs.

  “Hmmm…” he studied her critically. “Just a hint of redness, especially around your clit. Does it hurt?”

  “It’s…sensitive,” Trin admitted, biting her lip.

  “What about when I do this?” Gently he traced her tender little bump, making her moan and jump against his touch. “I think I have my answer,” he murmured, looking up at her. “And I know what I need to do about it.”

  “What…what do you want to do about it?” Trin whispered. “I…I don’t know if it’s right to let you help me…make me, uh, come again. I mean…I’m not really in danger any more.”

  “But you are still in pain. No good love-slave can allow his mistress to have pain when he can do something to ease it.” He nodded at the viewscreen. “It wouldn’t look right.”

  “All right,” Trin said softly. “I just…we’ve already done more…more than I ever thought I would.”

  “I know, Mistress,” Thrace murmured. “And I’m not asking you to push your boundaries any more tonight—I just want to lessen your pain. After all, I didn’t have to suck your nipples again to make them feel better—I don’t think another orgasm is necessary to ease the ache in your pussy, either.” His eyes blazed with lust. “Although the Gods know I’d fucking love to give you one.”

  “What do you recommend, then?” Trin didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed that he didn’t think she needed to come again.

  “Just an obeisance—the same thing I did earlier, before your bath.” He licked his lips carefully, making them shiny. “I think I can transfer enough of the healing compounds to you through a single kiss to ease your ache.”

  “Just a kiss, then?” Trin whispered.

  Slowly, he nodded. “Just a kiss goodnight, Mistress,” he murmured. “Just your soft, sweet pussy spread open for me to kiss. Once. That’s all.”

  “All right.” Trin nodded. After all, he’d already done this once. It couldn’t hurt to let him do it again—could it?

  Before she could answer the question, Thrace was flat on his stomach between her legs. Spreading her pussy lips wide, he looked up at her.

  “Watch me, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “Watch me kiss your hot little pussy.”

  “Thrace,” she protested weakly but his hot words as well as the way he was looking into her eyes seemed to rob her of all self control. Obediently, she watched as he lowered his head and gave her bare pussy a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

  It seemed to go on forever, the feel of his warm lips caressing her clit and inner cunt. But finally, just as Trin was getting the breathless feeling of need building inside her again, he pulled back.

  “Better?” he asked and she was ashamed to see that his lips were shiny again—this time with her honey. Goddess, why couldn’t she help getting wet when she was around him?

  “Better,” she whispered. “I…I guess I should get some sleep now.”

  “I suppose.” But he made no move to leave his position between her legs and Trin didn’t try to make him either. “I’m glad you’re feeling less pain now, Mistress,” he murmured.

  “I am too,” Trin agreed. “Especially considering what you…what you had to do to ease my pain in the first place.”

  “I don’t mind—you know I don’t.” His eyes were half-lidded as he studied her face. “In fact, I think we should make this form of obeisance a regular thing.”

  “What—you mean letting…letting you kiss my pussy?” Trin shifted a little, wishing she wasn’t spread quite so wide. Her slippery inner petals were completely exposed. It made her feel vulnerable…and incredibly hot.

  “Letting me kiss your open pussy,” Thrace corrected her in a soft growl. “After all, what better way could there be for me to show my obedience and devotion to you than to spread open your sweet, wet cunt and worship you with my mouth?” Leaning down, he kissed her again, nuzzling gently with his lips to press deep into her wet depths. He wasn’t using his tongue but it was a near thing—Trin could almost feel the tip of it caressing her throbbing clit as he gave her yet another sweet, intimate kiss.

  “I…I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” she whispered breathlessly. “You…you know how I feel about penetration, Thrace. Even…even oral penetration.”

  “Spreading your pussy lips to kiss your inner cunt isn’t penetration—it’s devotion,” he argued softly. “Why should I not show how very devoted I am to you, Mistress? How very much I lo—” He cleared his throat. “How much I care for you and want to serve you?”

  Trin bit her lip, wondering what he had almost said. Surely not what she’d thought…

  “It’s late, Thrace,” she said softly. “And I’m tired…really tired.”

  “Of course, Mistress.” He kissed her pussy once more—a soft, lingering caress that made her want to moan and run her fingers through his hair—then lifted his head. “I suppose I should tuck you in and say goodnight then.”

  “I suppose.” Trin couldn’t help feeling a little stab of disappointment though she knew it was irrational. What had almost happened between them?

  “Well, then…” Thrace rose from his prone position and tucked the covers around her. “Pleasant dreams.”

  Trin sighed. “Are you coming to bed as well?”

  “As soon as I change.” He nodded down at the leather pants he still wore with a grimace of distaste. “Then, if you’ll permit me, I’d like to hold you tonight, as I did last night.”

  “Well…” Trin hesitated. The night before she had at least had on a sleep dress and panties. Now she was completely naked. Should she really let him hold her like that all night long, especially after what had almost happened? But then she remembered how good it felt to be pressed against his big body, to be surrounded by him. Also, it would probably look better for whoever was watching on the blue viewscreen. “All right,” she said at last. “Hurry and get changed though. I’m exhausted.”

  “As my lady commands,” he murmured.

  The desire in her body gradually faded to just an ache. Trin’s eyelids drifted closed for a moment and she heard the sound of rustling fabric. After a moment, the lights went out and Thrace slid under the heavy, silky sheets beside her. He took her in his arms and Trin sighed in deep contentment as she pillowed her head on his