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  “Ah!” she gasped, but she didn’t try to pull away. Instead she pressed her ass out even more, showing him she wasn’t afraid, taunting him, willing him to punish her, to take back the control she’d taken from him for so long.

  Thorn swung again and again—not hard enough to break the skin but certainly hard enough to redden her ass, to make her pay. Soon Neh’sa lost count of the strokes—she only felt the bright, stinging pain and the warm, gushing pleasure it brought with it. She was losing herself in sensation…losing herself in the pain and the pleasure and the need that threatened to overwhelm her…

  She was barely aware that there were tears running down her face as emotion overtook her until Thorn threw down the paddle and took her face in his hands.

  “Goddess damn it, Neh’sa.” His voice was hoarse and low with something that sounded like regret.

  “It…it’s all right,” she somehow managed to tell him. “I’m all right. I just…I just…” But she couldn’t say what she was or what she felt—couldn’t put it into words. It was too much—too overwhelming.

  But it wasn’t over yet.

  “Enough of the punishment,” growled the Krine from his alcove. “Her ass is red enough. Now it is time for the penetration.”

  Thorn didn’t answer. Instead, he unfastened her ankles and wrists from the cross with quick, jerky motions. Then he pulled Neh’sa into his arms and carried her, torn dress and all, to the padded, waist high table in the center of the room.

  It was the perfect height for what he had to do, Neh’sa saw. There were wrist and ankle cuffs on each of its four corners to hold a submissive in place.

  But before he put her down, Thorn held her for a long moment, cradling her to his broad chest.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “So sorry, Neh’sa.”

  “Don’t be. I deserved it—deserved the beating,” she whispered back.

  “No, you didn’t.”

  “I did.”

  Thorn sat her stinging bottom carefully on the cool leather of the padded table and cupped her cheek in his hand, searching her eyes.

  “Neh’sa, I…” He shook his head. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Then don’t say anything. Just do…what you have to do.”

  She got shakily to her hands and knees and placed her wrists in place so he could fasten the leather cuffs. Then she looked up at Thorn, waiting for him to tie her down.

  “Go ahead—do it.”

  He shook his head.

  “I’m no rapist,” he growled, frowning at her. “I know you don’t allow yourself to be penetrated.”

  “I…haven’t in a long time,” Neh’sa murmured. “But I did. Long ago…”

  “The slave you loved so much,” Thorn guessed. “The one you dedicated the Mercy clinic to.”

  Slowly, she nodded. “It’s been…a long time.”

  “At least I know you’re not a virgin.” He scowled. “But I don’t like this. Don’t like this big bastard telling us what to do.”

  “Do it,” Neh’sa whispered urgently. Her ass felt hot and tender and her pussy was throbbing with need. “It…it’s the only way we’ll get out of here.”

  “I don’t know if he’ll let us go even if we do as he says,” Thorn growled softly. “He seems to like having his own private sex show a little too much for this to just be about vengeance if you ask me.”

  “We have no choice,” Neh’sa reminded him. Then, seeing that he needed reassurance, she murmured, “Thorn, please—I want you to do this. I need it—need you in me.”

  “Gods, Neh’sa…” His eyes softened and he stroked her cheek. “Never thought I’d hear you say that. Never thought I’d hear my Mistress beg me to fuck her.”

  “Don’t call me that.” Neh’sa looked away from him. She couldn’t believe she’d admitted her forbidden desires—her illicit needs to him. “I’m not the Mistress in this situation,” she reminded him. “You’re the Master. And I’m your slave—tied down and helpless—waiting for you to use me however you see fit.”

  “Gods!” Thorn’s low groan of lust seemed to go straight to her core. “I want you so much, sweetheart. Want to fill your sweet pussy with my cock and fuck you!”

  “Do it then,” Neh’sa whispered. She folded her arms and lowered her forehead to the padded tabletop, spreading her legs even wider to bare her pussy—surrendering herself completely. “Do it, Master—fuck me.”

  With a low growl, Thorn did as she asked. Taking her hips in his big hands, he guided the broad tip of his cock to the slick entrance of her pussy.

  Neh’sa tried to bite back a moan as she felt him slip over her swollen folds. Her clit was throbbing like a second heartbeat between her thighs and she felt like she would go crazy if he didn’t fill her soon. She had given in wholly to her submissive side now—the cool dominant Mistress she usually presented to the world was completely out of reach. She had been reduced to a quivering puddle of lust and she couldn’t help it—didn’t want to help it.

  She just wanted Thorn.

  “Please!” she moaned at the same time the Krine ordered,

  “Penetrate her! Do it now!”

  With one long, hard thrust, Thorn filled her completely.

  “Ah!” Neh’sa couldn’t help gasping. It had been a long time since Heroth and she could feel her inner walls stretching to the limit to accommodate the big Kindred’s immense shaft.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” Thorn’s voice was hoarse and strained, as though he was having a hard time holding himself back. But he stayed where he was, waiting for her, wanting to make sure he hadn’t hurt her.

  “I…I think so,” Neh’sa whispered. “You’re just…really big and it’s been a long time for me. A really long time.”

  She shifted her hips some, trying to get used to the feeling of being filled so completely, of having Thorn’s shaft in her to the hilt. Though it hurt some, it was a good pain—the feeling of being filled and owned by a male she wanted so badly she would do anything to have him.

  Anything at all—even let him dominate her.

  How pathetic is that? whispered a little voice in the back of her head but Neh’sa pushed it away.

  “I’m all right,” she told Thorn. “You…you can move now. You can…can fuck me.”

  “Gods, sweetheart—if you’re sure you’re okay. Can’t hold back anymore.”

  He pulled almost all the way out of her and thrust in again. Neh’sa moaned at the deep pleasure/pain that accompanied the motion and pressed her hips back to meet him, loving the feeling of being owned so completely.

  There was no room in her head now for doubt or self-recrimination, although she was aware they would certainly come later. She couldn’t concentrate on the way she was shaming herself right now or on the way she was giving herself to a male who probably wanted nothing else to do with her when this was over.

  All she could feel was the thrust and push of Thorn’s thick shaft inside her quivering pussy, all she could hear was his labored breathing mixed with her own panting and the slapping of their flesh coming together. The musk of sex was in the air and his long fingers bit into her hips, adding another small pain to the overwhelming pleasure.

  Neh’sa didn’t care—didn’t care about anything but the delicious sensation of him filling her, of his thick shaft opening her again and again. He seemed to be reaching for her heart with each long, deep thrust and all she could do was spread her thighs wider and take it as she tried to be open enough for him, open enough to take him all.

  “Ahh…Goddess, Master,” she moaned aloud, unable to help herself. “Yes, take me—use me! Fuck me—make me yours!”

  “You’re mine now, Neh’sa—mine,” Thorn’s voice was a deep, possessive growl. Leaning over her, he covered her entire small body with his much larger one until Neh’sa felt completely surrounded by him—held in a cage made of his muscular arms. Lapping and sucking the side of her throat, he waited until Neh’sa turned her head to the side, giving him compl