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  “So this is where you live? Nice.”

  “It is, isn’t it?” Neh’sa smiled out the window as she watched the hover-lifts, outlined in shimmering gold and pink lights, rising and falling between floors. There were balconies on many stories with tropical flowers and vines dripping over their sides. The riot of colorful plants took advantage of the huge skylight at the top of the building which allowed sunlight to pour in during the daylight hours.

  On some floors she could see Mistresses dressed in their finest attire, getting ready to go out for the night. Most of them had at least one and sometimes two or more body-slaves following behind. Alas, many still used pain collars but Neh’sa was working to stop the inhumane practice and most of her own friends had come to see that trust between a Mistress and her body-slave was much more effective in the long run than nerve-shattering bouts of pain.

  “Do you own the entire building?” Thorn asked her.

  Neh’sa laughed at the idea.

  “Goodness, no. Some Mistresses own their own buildings and I probably could if I wanted to live further out where prices are lower. But I like being in the center of town and besides, what would I do with so much space? No, I only own the penthouse floor at the very top—the one thousand and first.”

  “Oh, only the penthouse floor, hmm?” Thorn muttered dryly. “Seems like the training and sale of slaves to other Mistresses is a pretty lucrative business.”

  Neh’sa lifted her chin and stared down at him, despite the fact that he was so much taller than she.

  “Thorn,” she said quietly. “I hope you know that money isn’t the only reason I train submissives. And if you denigrate my chosen profession again, you will be punished.”

  He looked like he wanted to say something else but finally he simply nodded and murmured, “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Very good.” Neh’sa nodded. As strong an Alpha as he was, it wouldn’t do to let him start disrespecting her. And as for punishing him, well, she’d consider how best to do that later.

  The ship reached the top of the building and the door to her private parking area slid open. The droid pilot settled them neatly into the snug space and they were home.

  * * * * *

  Neh’sa went into motion immediately. Opening the door latch, she looked back at Thorn.

  “Can you walk all right? Your feet—”

  “Are fine, Mistress,” he assured her. Indeed, after her gentle bathing, the skin was already beginning to heal—even faster than he’d expected. The rest of his cuts and lacerations were also knitting together extra fast. It made him wonder if there was something in the water or the ointment she’d used that had caused his body to heal so quickly. Or maybe the pink glow he’d thought he saw coming from her palms wasn’t his imagination after all…

  “If you can walk then follow me,” she said briskly. “I don’t have much time for a tour right now but at least I can show you where to stay during the ceremony.”

  Thorn raised an eyebrow at her.

  “So I’m not invited?”

  “Most certainly not.” She frowned. “I never allow a new submissive to come out at a public gathering until he’s proved himself worthy and ready for display. I’ll want you to stay out of sight during the entire ceremony—is that understood?”

  Thorn had taken orders from female superiors before so he wasn’t sure why it irritated him to take them now. Maybe it was the fact that his new Mistress “owned” him in a way none of those other females ever had. But for whatever reason, he felt a sharp retort rising to his lips. With some difficulty, he swallowed it down and nodded.

  “Understood. I’ll stay away.”

  “Good.” She nodded. “I’m glad you’re going to be amenable. I really don’t have time to devise a suitable punishment for you right now—there’s too much to do for the ceremony. I meant to be back here hours ago.”

  “I guess our little incident in the parking area of the auction house delayed you,” Thorn remarked.

  “Some.” She smiled a little. “But I don’t mind.”

  She led him from the parking area into a tiny antechamber and from there into a lavishly decorated but still comfortable bed chamber.

  “This is my room,” she told Thorn, motioning for him to sit on a padded stool at the foot of the immense canopied bed. “You won’t normally be allowed in here but for now I think it’s the best place to keep you out of the way during the ceremony.”

  Thorn grunted an agreement and was about to ask a question when she came up to him and planted the toe of one boot right between his thighs, dangerously close to his still exposed shaft which had, mercifully, finally gone down again.

  “Mistress?” He looked up at her uncertainly.

  “Help me with my boots,” Neh’sa commanded. “Your training begins now, Thorn. A good body slave is always willing and able to help his Mistress dress and disrobe.”

  “Oh, of course,” he said, feeling stupid. The new boots she’d put on in the ship when she changed out of the ones with the broken heel were high, soft suede that went almost to her mid thigh. They were fastened with a row of small silver buttons that ran down the inside of her leg and each had to be unfastened in turn.

  Thorn felt unaccountably clumsy as he did the simple task. His hands seemed to be too large for the tiny buttons and the toe of her boot kept nudging gently but noticeably against his most sensitive areas.

  He wondered if Neh’sa knew what she was doing but he couldn’t tell by her expression. If she didn’t stop he was going to get hard again—hard from her fucking boot touching his shaft! It made him half angry—half aroused. What was it about this female that he couldn’t resist?

  At last both boots were off and then she allowed him to help take off her tight trousers, black lace-up corset, and the flowing white shirt underneath. At last she was down to some tiny, lacy underthings that showed off her full curves to perfection.

  Despite her petite stature, Mistress Neh’sa was by no means a skinny woman. In fact, she was what Thorn had heard the Earth brides on the Mothership call “plus sized” which only made her more desirable in his eyes.

  He loved a female with curves—there was so much more to hold on to.

  “Well, Mistress,” he said huskily when she was naked except for the brief, lacy top which showed the hard points of her nipples and the tiny pair of white lace panties which barely hid her pussy. “Should I help you take off the rest of your clothing as well?”

  Neh’sa gave him a long, considering look before shaking her head.

  “I think not. You want to do it too much—we’ll save it for a reward later on.”

  She didn’t wait for Thorn to reply but disappeared into a large, walk-in closet. When she came out again, she was wearing a long, sheath-like dress made of tiny, sleek red feathers. The feather gown clung to the curves of her breasts and hips, molding itself to her petite but luscious body beautifully. Just in the center of the dress, right below her belly, was a high slit which clearly showed the matching red lace panties which went with it.

  Thorn couldn’t help himself—his eyes were drawn to the tiny, lacy things. The material was so thin he could see the plump lips of her soft little pussy clearly and the panties were cut so low it was obvious that she was completely bare of any kind of hair.

  He could even see the top of her slit which made his mouth water. Like all Kindred, he needed to taste his female. Though he supposed that technically he was Neh’sa’s male rather than the other way around, he still felt possessive of her somehow. The fire burned brighter inside him and he wanted to grab her by the hips and drag her forward until he could bury his tongue in her tight little slit to make her moan.

  Neh’sa seemed to see where his gaze had landed and guess his thoughts.

  “Do you want to kiss my panties, Thorn?” she asked softly. “It is tradition, you know, for body-slaves to kiss their Mistresses there during formal functions.”

  Thorn licked his suddenly dry lips. “Is it?”