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  “Come on—what are you waiting for?”

  “Sitting here isn’t exactly what I meant when I said I wanted to take you to bed,” Vrox rumbled. Reaching down, he lifted her as easily as though she weighed no more than a doll and placed her in the center of her own large bed, right on the crimson and deep blue velveteen bedspread Aunt Zora had given her.

  “Oh!” Tandy couldn’t stop the little gasp his sudden, swift movement tore from her lips. But before she could protest, the big Kindred was lying down beside her and taking her in his arms. “Vrox!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “What are you doing?”

  “Kissing you, little girl—because you kissed me—remember?”

  She did remember now in a hazy way but her kiss had been light—just a brushing of her mouth to his. Vrox’s kiss, when he took her lips, was hungry though controlled. He kept his mouth closed and didn’t try to force his way in. Clearly he was still holding back, not wanting to scare her but suddenly Tandy felt anything but scared.

  The scratch of his beard contrasted with the softness of his lips and his warm, spicy scent seemed to fill her senses. Before she knew it, she gave a little moan of pure desire and parted her lips for him. And once again, the big Kindred surprised her.

  Instead of thrusting inside and poking around in her mouth, like the boy she had kissed before leaving home, he sucked gently at the tip of her tongue, inviting her to explore him.

  Tandy accepted the invitation eagerly. Pressing forward, she stroked his tongue with her own and then delicately traced the sharp edges of his fangs. She couldn’t help wondering what they would feel like if he bit her but Vrox was gentle and careful, though passionate as he kissed her back.

  He tasted like some delicious, exotic spice she’d never had before but could become instantly addicted to if she wasn’t careful, Tandy thought. A bit salty, a bit spicy, and utterly masculine somehow—if that could be a taste.

  She was vaguely aware that she probably shouldn’t be doing this—no Mistress should be so familiar with her slave. And she could probably stop the big Kindred and point out that she had barely kissed him at all—per the terms of their agreement, this kiss wasn’t equal to what she had given him in the slightest.

  It was more—so much more, she thought half deliriously as she wound her arms around his thick neck and gave herself to the kiss more fully.

  But I don’t want to stop, she thought as her breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest and her sensitive nipples tingled at the touch. Don’t ever want to stop—it feels too good. I want to go on kissing him forever—even if it is wrong…

  But at last, to her disappointment, Vrox broke the kiss.

  “Why did we stop?” Tandy was practically panting and she couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Maybe it was because she’d been so lonely and hungry for touch or maybe it was because the big Kindred seemed to know exactly the right way to hold her but she felt like she was drowning in pleasure and she never wanted this to end. But Vrox’s next words made her heart start pounding harder in her chest again.

  “Because kissing isn’t the only thing you did to me, little girl,” he rumbled. “We have a lot more to do to even the score—or did you forget?”

  Actually, she had forgotten, Tandy thought. In the heat of their kiss she had almost forgotten her own name. And she still wanted more.

  “All right,” she whispered, looking up at him. “But while you do…what you’re going to do to me, can we kiss again too? I…” She bit her lip and then went on bravely. “I really liked kissing you, Vrox.”

  His mismatched eyes went heavy-lidded with lust.

  “I liked kissing you too, little girl,” he murmured. “And I promise to kiss you as much as you want. But first I want to see that oil you used on me.”

  Tandy rolled over and got the small vial of amaranth oil from her bed stand where it stood beside the remote to the pain collar and cuffs. She didn’t even give the black rectangular box a second look. It was clear she wasn’t going to need it tonight—not with how slowly and carefully Vrox was taking everything.

  “Good,” he said, nodding, when she pressed the vial of scented oil into his big hand. “I like this stuff—smells fucking great.”

  “It’s pressed from the flowers of the amaranth tree,” Tandy told him. “It only blooms once every fifty cycles, so it’s very expensive.”

  “I’ll be careful with it, then,” Vrox rumbled. “Here…” He dabbed some of the sweet-smelling oil on her forehead and looked into her eyes. “I claim your mind, Tandy,” he murmured. “I want it filled with thoughts of me—thoughts of the two of us together and how good it feels when I touch you and you touch me.”

  Tandy thought she could safely promise that particular mental image was burned into her brain but she held her tongue and let him speak, just as he had been silent while she performed her little “ceremony.”

  Moving down, the big Kindred dipped one finger in the oil and then used the slippery liquid to draw a circle over her left chest, just above the swell of her breast.

  “I claim your heart,” he said softly. “It’s mine now, Tandy…” He leaned closer and looked into her eyes. “It beats only for me,” he growled softly and she felt a shiver go through her as her heart started to pound faster.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “All right, Vrox.”

  “Good. But I’m not done yet, little girl.”

  Dipping his finger in the oil for a third time, he began circling the stiff point of her left nipple, leaning over her to do so.

  Tandy moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts up to him, offering him more—wanting him to take whatever he wanted.

  “Mmm, you like that little girl?” he murmured, his voice a soft, lustful growl. “I loved it when you touched me but I’m thinking this part is a little more sensitive for you.”

  Gently he pinched her tight bud between thumb and finger and then tugged lightly, sending a shower of sparks from her nipple straight to her swollen pussy.

  “Oh!” Tandy gasped, writhing under him. She’d always had extremely sensitive nipples—so sensitive she could almost come just from playing with them when she used her personal buzzer late at night in the privacy of her own room. But aside from the few brief fumblings with the boy back home, she’d never had a male touch them or pay attention to this sensitive part of her anatomy.

  Vrox’s hands on her breasts were knowing and experienced and she had the idea that he knew exactly how to touch her—exactly how hard to pinch and tug—how much pain to mix with the pleasure he was giving her. Using the oil on her other nipple, he was soon twisting both tight peaks at the same time, making Tandy moan shamelessly.

  “Gods, little girl—you’re so responsive,” he growled appreciatively as he teased her. “I’m guessing you get a lot of pleasure playing with your nipples when you’re alone.”

  “I…I do,” Tandy admitted, feeling her face get hot, but determined to tell the truth. “Sometimes I can almost come—when I use my buzzer on them.”

  “Hmmm, I’d like to see that sometime—like to watch you get yourself off, little girl. That would be a sight,” he murmured roughly. “But for now, I need to use more than my hands on you.”

  “What…what do you mean?” Tandy looked up at him uncertainly.

  “I mean you didn’t just use the oil on me—you kissed me there too.” He nodded down at his broad chest. “Or did you forget?”

  “Oh, I did, didn’t I?” Tandy had a vague recollection of kissing the flat copper disks of his nipples briefly, when she was claiming his body.

  “Mmm-hmm, you did.” Vrox was eyeing her bare breasts hungrily. “Your nipples are such a deep color—like ripe night-berries,” he remarked. “I’m just wondering if they taste as good as they look.”

  “So I guess…guess you want to kiss me there too—since I kissed you?” Tandy asked.

  To her surprise, he shook his head.

  “Not just kiss you, little girl,” he rumbled, his mismatch