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  Neh’sa gave him a slow smile.

  “Who said your training was finished, slave? I have more to teach you—much more.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that, Mistress.” Leaning in, he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss over the thin silk of her panties. “Mmm, I can tell you’re already getting wet and hot for me. I can smell your heat. Fucking delicious.”

  “A good body-slave is always attuned to his Mistress’s body and her needs,” Neh’sa lectured rather breathlessly. She shifted her hips, spreading her legs a little wider. “Right now I need to come.”

  “And I want to feel you coming—all over my face.” With a low, animal noise in the back of his throat, Thorn tangled his long fingers in the thin strings at the sides of her panties and ripped them off her, leaving her pussy completely exposed.

  “Thorn!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “Those were a new pair of panties you just ruined.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress.” His eyes were molten with lust. “You can punish me later. Right now I just want to taste your sweet pussy.”

  “All right, I’ll defer punishment so you can get back to making me come.” Neh’sa beckoned to him. “I’m right here, Thorn—what are you waiting for? Taste my pussy.”

  “Gods! Love it when you talk like that—love it when you order me to pleasure you, Mistress.”

  He lowered his head eagerly and would have plundered her pussy with his tongue but Neh’sa tangled a hand in his thick hair and held him back.

  “Slowly,” she ordered in her best stern Mistress voice. “Gently. I only want you to lick along my slit—just trace it very lightly with the tip of your tongue.”

  “Gods…yes, Mistress,” Thorn groaned.

  From the thick bulge in the crotch of his black flight leathers, Neh’sa could tell her orders were making him almost desperate with need. For that matter, she was feeling extremely needy herself, especially as she watched just the tip of his tongue trace delicately along the open slit of her pussy. Her clit was throbbing for attention and when his tongue dragged lightly over it, she jumped and moaned. Goddess, she wanted him!

  But on her own terms. She decided to continue the game.

  “That’s good, Thorn—very good,” she murmured, running a gentle hand through his hair. Reaching down, she parted her pussy with two fingers, spreading it wide to show her slippery, pink inner folds. “Now, do you see my clit?”

  “Gods, yes Mistress—I see it.” His voice was hoarse with lust. “I want to kiss it—want to suck it until you moan.”

  “In a moment. First I want you to trace it with your tongue, like you did my slit. Just very lightly around and around and…”

  Her words died off into a moan because the big Kindred had leaned forward eagerly and was already doing as she had commanded, gently tracing her throbbing button over and over with his tongue.

  Neh’sa moaned as the gentle strokes of his tongue pushed her pleasure higher. Already she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with need—soon she was going to overflow.

  Well, not if Thorn did his job right.

  “Thorn,” she ordered, cupping his rough cheek in her palm. “You’re doing a good job—so good my juices are going to get all over this couch if you don’t lick them up.”

  “Gods, Mistress,” he groaned. “I love to taste your honey straight from the source. Do you want me to put my tongue deep in your pussy to lap up your juices?”

  Neh’sa gave him a lazy smile.

  “That was my idea exactly. Yes, slave—you may.”

  And then she was moaning because the word “yes” was barely out of her mouth before the big Kindred had his head between her legs with his tongue buried deep in her creamy pussy.

  He moaned low in his throat as he licked her out, tasting her to the fullest while Neh’sa gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on. Somehow the broad pad of one long finger found her sensitive clit and Thorn resumed the circling motion he’d been doing earlier with his tongue.

  Oh Goddess! Neh’sa thought deliriously. It’s too much…too good! I can’t hold out much longer.

  ”Good,” she heard Thorn send through their link. “Because I can’t wait to feel you come in my mouth, Mistress. Come for me now while I tongue-fuck your sweet pussy.”

  His hot, dirty words and the feeling of his tongue and fingers stroking her simultaneously was too much. Suddenly Neh’sa felt a wave of pleasure rolling over her and her hips bucked up as her inner muscles squeezed tightly around his invading tongue.

  “Thorn!” she wailed, putting on a very un-Mistress-like display—not that she cared. “Oh Goddess, Thorn—that’s amazing.

  “That’s right—come for me, sweetheart,” he growled in her head. “Love to feel you coming so hard on my tongue…”

  Neh’sa moaned and bucked against him but she knew they were only getting started… They had a lot of catching up to do, now that she knew for certain Thorn honestly wanted to make love the way she needed to.

  * * * * *

  Thorn lost count of the times he made her come that night. She rode his face shamelessly and he loved it—loved her cool, commanding Mistress tone and the way she ordered him to do certain things to her…delicious, forbidden things.

  After she got as much as she wanted of his tongue, she sat him on one of the high-backed chairs in the food-prep area, tied his hands behind his back, and pulled down his flight leathers to let his straining cock spring free. By the time she straddled him, he felt nearly ready to explode.

  “Now don’t move, slave,” she ordered, her voice sounding breathless with need. “You’re not to so much as twitch while I take your shaft inside me.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he growled but he couldn’t help the groan that rose in his throat as she eased down onto him, taking his cock deep into her willing pussy while he tensed in frustration, unable to do anything but watch.

  “That’s good, Thorn,” she gasped. “Gods, you’re huge! So good to hold still while I take you.”

  “Is this what you like, Mistress?” he growled as she lowered herself slowly onto him. “You like the feel of me penetrating you? Filling you with my cock?”

  “I love it,” Neh’sa admitted. Bracing herself on his shoulders, she eased down the final few inches until he was buried to the root in her tight, wet pussy. “Goddess, I love it so much.”

  “Then show me how much, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he took her mouth in a hot kiss, sharing her own secret flavor with her. “Show me how much you love having my shaft buried inside you. Fuck yourself on me—fuck your hot little pussy on my cock.”

  “Goddess, Thorn—I love it when you talk like that,” she moaned, lifting herself so that a few thick inches slid out of her tight, wet sheath and then lowering herself back down. “Love it so much.”

  “I love the way you moan,” Thorn told her as she continued to move up and down on him, rolling her hips to take him as deep as possible while he forced himself to hold still. “Love to hear those soft, helpless little sounds you make when you come, Mistress.”

  Neh’sa looked into his eyes.

  “I want you to move now, Thorn—move with me, thrust in me.”

  He’d been holding himself rigidly still, trying to be obedient to her order not to move but now he was glad to obey.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he growled, rolling his hips upward to thrust deep into her pussy. Neh’sa was so much smaller than he was that her entire body was lifted by the thrust. She moaned and held onto his shoulders, gripping tight as he filled her again and again, giving her what she needed—what they both needed so badly.

  “Thorn,” she gasped after an unknowable length of time. “Thorn, I’m about to come again. And I want you…want you to come with me.”

  “How do you mean?” He frowned, still working his hips. “Want me to pull out and come on your belly?” Which might be somewhat difficult considering the fact that his entire length was entirely buried in her wet, sucking pussy and it felt like she was milki