Twisted: Brides of the Kindred 23 Read online

  Her voice was soft and sweet in his ear, very different from the strident tones of his old Mistress, Malik thought. It soothed him.

  “I’m…a little nervous,” he heard himself admitting. His voice came out low and harsh. “My old Mistress never took me in front of so many people before. And the shaft you’re using is bigger than anything I’ve ever had in me.”

  “Then we shouldn’t do it,” Nicole exclaimed in an indignant whisper. “We’ll make some excuse and get out of here.”

  “No, that won’t work—you’d be outed as an imposter for certain,” Malik told her. “Just go ahead—I’ll be fine.”

  “What can I do to make it easier?” Nicole asked, rubbing his chest some more. Gods, her soft little hands felt good on him! “How can I help this not to be awful, Malik?”

  For a moment he wasn’t sure what to say but then he realized how much he loved the sound of her velvety voice in his ear and he knew what he needed her to do.

  “Talk to me,” he said hoarsely. “Remind me that you’re not her. Let me know we’re in this together. All right?”

  “Of course.” Nicole kissed the side of his cheek and squeezed him reassuringly. “I’m here for you, Malik. We’re going to get through this—you’ll see.”

  “All right.” He nodded. “I guess…guess you’d better put it in. I think the crowd is getting impatient.”

  “Let them wait—I’m not doing this until you’re comfortable,” Nicole said firmly. She spent a while longer petting and hugging him from behind and then Malik felt her soft hand wander down to stroke between his thighs. To be honest, his shaft had wilted quite a bit due to the circumstances. Being taken was something he was used to but it was never going to be a pleasant experience.

  But when Nicole started to touch him, he felt the pleasure of her soft, loving hand and his shaft began to grow.

  “Gods,” he murmured, turning his head towards her. “Mistress…”

  “Just getting you ready to go,” she whispered. “Do you think you can let me in now, Malik?”

  “I think so.” He nodded. “Try it. Let’s hope it works as advertised since we weren’t given any other lube to use.”

  “Let’s see…” Nicole murmured and he felt her parting him and sliding the broad, cool tip of the phallus into place at his nether entrance.

  When Mistress Hellenix had first started using him this way, he had required extensive preparation for penetration. Now, however, his body was used to being invaded. He barely winced as the phallus coated his rosebud with cool, slick gel and then began to enter him.

  “How are you doing?” he heard Nicole ask as the head entered him. “Am I hurting you? Your whole body is tight.”

  “It doesn’t hurt exactly.” Malik could feel his jaw clenching and the big muscles in his arms and legs tensing. “It’s just…hard to relax.”

  “I’m sure it is. But you’re doing so well. Is it wet enough?”

  “The lube function seems to be…working perfectly,” Malik told her. He could hear the tightness in his own voice and fought to control it. “I’m just trying to be open enough. Trying to think of you instead of her.”

  “Oh, Malik…” she murmured and kissed him gently on the cheek and then moved her mouth to nip at his earlobe, which sent shivers down his spine. “Do you have any idea how brave you are, giving yourself to me like this?” she whispered as she pressed another thick inch of the phallus into his body. “Do you know you much I admire you for being able to do this?”

  “You do?” It came out as half gasp/half growl as he closed his eyes tightly and tried to let her in.

  “I do,” Nicole murmured, pressing even deeper into him. Surely she would reach the end of the phallus soon! Surely she was almost all the way in? “I think you’re amazing,” she went on. “Brave and noble and self-sacrificing. Not to mention the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”

  Her hand stroked downward to cradle his balls for a moment, before skimming up to circle his shaft lightly.

  “Ahhh.” The moan came from his throat involuntarily but it wasn’t one of pain as Nicole thrust further in.

  She’s getting deeper into me, he thought. And not just deeper into my body…

  And then her voice was in his ear again—whispering encouragement and caring as her hand stroked his shaft.

  “It’s not easy to let yourself be weak for me when you’re so big and strong, I know that,” she murmured in his ear. “But you’re doing a beautiful job, opening up for me. I think I’m almost all the way in you now.”

  Then Malik felt her hips come flush with his ass and knew she was right—she was all the way in him and Gods, he had never felt so full before!

  “I feel you,” he gasped, his entire body tight with tension. “I feel you in me, Mistress—taking me. Owning me.”

  “We’re owning each other,” Nicole assured him. “This is me—Nikki—not her. I’m with you, Malik. With you all the way. Are…” She paused a moment. “Are you ready to let me fuck you now?”

  “Yes.” He nodded, a brief dip of his head. “Yes, I…think I am.”

  “All right. Let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop right away,” Nicole promised.

  Slowly, she withdrew almost all the way out of him and then thrust in firmly but carefully.

  “Gods!” The cry was torn from his lips and Nicole stopped at once.

  “Did I hurt you?” Her voice was anxious and worried.

  “No.” Malik shook his head, full of conflicting emotions. “No, don’t…don’t stop. Do it again. They’re watching.”

  He meant the crowd, where some of the Mistresses had confused looks on their faces. The real Mistress Hellenix was never so solicitous and gentle with her slaves as Nicole was being with him. Oh, she made certain not to damage valuable slaves like himself, but other than that, she could care little for a slave’s comfort.

  “You…you’re going to have to fuck me harder—faster,” he told Nicole in a strained voice. “They’re going to get suspicious otherwise. Go ahead, Mistress—use me hard.”

  He could almost feel Nicole’s resistance to the idea but then he heard her take a deep breath.

  “You’re sure I’m not hurting you?” she murmured.

  Malik shook his head.

  “I’m fine. It’s a little big but I’m used to it now. Don’t mind any noises I make—they’re for the crowd’s benefit. Go on—fuck me!”

  “All right, then.” And she drew out again and thrust in hard, just as he had told her to. At the same time, she started pumping his cock, sliding her small, cool hand up and down his shaft, moving in rhythm with her thrusts inside him. Malik felt like it was making him half crazy—the intense sensations both without and within.

  He threw back his head and groaned low in his throat as he gave himself to her. He tried to ignore the crowd that was watching—tried to concentrate only on her voice in his ear, on the soft little hand stroking his cock. Gods, the damn rod was so thick—it pressed things inside him that the other rods his old Mistress had used on him hadn’t reached. He felt so opened—so owned. So intensely vulnerable, though he could scarcely put the feeling into words, even to himself.

  Admit it—it feels good, the old voice of shame whispered in his head. Feels good to open yourself this way—to let her fuck you.

  Yes it did but suddenly, he was determined not to let that shame him. He cared for Nicole—loved her if he was being honest with himself. Why shouldn’t he give himself to her? Why shouldn’t he open himself to the pleasure she was giving him?

  “Mistress,” he groaned, giving voice to the intense sensations she was filling him with. “Gods, you’re in me so damn deep. And your little hand on my shaft feels so good.”

  Nicole seemed to understand at once what he needed.

  “You like it when I stroke you like this?” she murmured in his ear, as she continued to caress his aching shaft. “I can see that you do because you’re leaking for me, Malik—you’re all slick with precum.”