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  “Release my tension? Give you control?” He met her eyes challengingly but his voice was slightly tight. “I don’t know if I can do that, Mistress.”

  “Try,” Neh’sa leaned forward to brush a feather-light kiss against his full lips. “Just try, Thorn. Can you do that for me?”

  “I…suppose so.” He didn’t look very happy about it but she was pretty sure he would at least try to give what she was asking for so she nodded approvingly.

  “Good. Now first, I want to get to know your body.”

  She stepped back and took a pair of sleek black leather gloves from a nearby drawer filled with fetish wear and gags. She pulled them on and smoothed them over her palms and fingers before turning back to him.

  Where to begin? Truly, he was a visual feast with his muscular arms stretched over his head and his broad chest put on display. His abdominals were bunched with tension and the big muscles in his thighs looked tight. His shaft was only half hard, as though he wasn’t certain if he liked this or not.

  “It’s all right,” Neh’sa murmured, going back to caress his face again. “I’m not going to hurt you, Thorn.”

  “Already told you, I don’t fear pain.” But he shivered under her light caress, maybe in response to the cool, black leather of her gloves against his cheeks.

  “No, but you’ve had a lot of it, haven’t you?” Neh’sa murmured. She stroked over the cords of his strong throat, squeezing briefly to restrict his breathing for a moment and see how he reacted.

  Thorn’s blue and green eyes widened for a moment but he didn’t try to fight her. He just held her eyes with his until she loosened her grip. Then his chest heaved, taking in a deep breath.

  Neh’sa was pleased by his response. So he was able to give some control over to her, though it clearly wasn’t easy for him. Well, they would have to work on that.

  “Let’s have a look at these arms first.” She stepped between his thighs and reached high to run her hands up his muscular arms. This placed her full breasts, barely hidden by the thin red silk robe, right in his face.

  Thorn’s big body stiffened and he seemed to be holding himself in check somehow. Neh’sa felt the change in him and smiled to herself. Good, she wanted to see how far she could push him.

  Deliberately, she shrugged her shoulders, causing the red robe, which was only loosely belted, to come open. Her full, bare breasts were completely revealed and she pressed them against his face as she made a great show of reaching higher.

  She was aware that she was doing something she generally didn’t do with her submissives—getting much closer than she ought to. But somehow she couldn’t help herself when it came to Thorn.

  “You seem to have some scars here,” she remarked, pretending not to notice that the creamy slopes of her breasts were rubbing against his scratchy cheeks. “Care to tell me what happened?”

  “I’d…rather not,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

  “Thorn, when I ask you questions, I expect answers—truthful answers.” She traced the small, round weals as big as her thumbnail which he had on both biceps. The scars looked old but not too old—they were still pinkish rather than white.

  At the same time, she made certain her left nipple was rubbing right against his full lips, tempting him…teasing him in a way she normally didn’t tease submissives—especially not new ones. She told herself she just wanted to see how much Thorn could take but she had a feeling that she was testing herself as well.

  The big Kindred stiffened against her. She could feel his entire huge, muscular body tensing against his bonds and the chains that held him in place chattered together as he tried to hold himself back.

  Then with a low groan of, “Mistress!” his will seemed to snap and he sucked her ripe bud deep into his hot mouth.

  Neh’sa entire body surged with pleasure and for a moment she allowed it to happen—allowed the big Kindred to suck her nipple and tease it with his tongue. She even pressed forward to let him take more. His deep suction caused sparks of pleasure to go straight from her breast to the throbbing spot between her thighs. Under the sheer lace panel of her panties she felt herself getting wet and hot.

  At last, however, she pulled back. Thorn reluctantly allowed her tender peak to slip from between his lips and looked up at her. The burning sparks in his eyes were dancing faster than ever and he was breathing hard.

  “Thorn…” Neh’sa made her voice stern and reproving though she still made no move to cover her bare breasts. “Didn’t I tell you that you’re not to touch your Mistress’s body unless she tells you to?”

  “Yes Mistress,” he growled hoarsely. “Forgive me. I…I tried not to. I’ve never done such a thing to a female unasked before. It’s just that you…your touch…affects me so damn much!”

  “That’s very flattering but I must insist that you follow the rules.” Reaching down, Neh’sa took the flat copper disks of one of his own nipples between her thumb and finger and twisted sharply.

  The big Kindred let out a groan.

  “Gods, Mistress!”

  Neh’sa allowed herself a small smile. So, he wasn’t quite so immune to pain as he thought, was he? At least, not to sexual pain.

  “That’s a little taste of punishment, Thorn,” she murmured, releasing his nipple and leaning down to soothe it with a soft lick of her tongue that made him groan again. “Be good or I’ll have to do it again.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely.

  “Good. I’m glad we understand each other. Now—back to the scars.” She leaned up to touch them again, once more pressing her chest to his face.

  This time Thorn refrained from tasting her through an obvious effort of will. Good—he was learning.

  “The scars on your arms? What are they from?” Neh’sa insisted, looking down at him.

  “Blood…snails,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “They used them on me on Tantor Prime.”

  Neh’sa was aghast. “Who used them on you? Another Master or Mistress?”

  “Rather not say,” Thorn growled, his face going hard. “Let’s just say I was tortured and make an end to it.”

  Neh’sa sensed he wasn’t ready to share more at the moment. Instead of pushing, she stepped away and circled him to stand at his broad back.

  “Now these,” she said, tracing the scars between his shoulder blades she’d seen for the first time at the slave auction. “They’re very strange—they have the texture of old burns but the shape is more consistent with whip marks.”

  As before, he flinched from her light touch but when he spoke, his voice was light and mocking.

  “You have a good eye, Mistress. Those marks were made by a fire-whip on Rigel Seven.”

  “A fire-whip, hmm…” She continued to stroke over his broad back and shoulders until he stopped flinching and simply relaxed under her touch. “That’s horrible, Thorn. It must have been unbearably painful.”

  He shifted uncomfortably and she noticed that he didn’t give his usual response about how pain didn’t bother him. At last he said, haltingly, “It didn’t feel good, anyway. That’s for damn sure.”

  “So I take it this torture was meant only for pain?” Neh’sa noticed how tight the whip-burn scars were—she needed to spread some balm on them to help loosen him up. “There was no sexual sub-context?” she asked him.

  He barked an unhappy laugh.

  “Sexual sub-context? Hell no—they just wanted it to hurt like the Seven Hells. And…” He cleared his throat. “In that case, at least, they fucking-well succeeded. Still don’t like being hit there.”

  Neh’sa didn’t blame him—anyone would be back-shy after such a savage beating. She’d never used a fire-whip herself—they were considered too extreme by most Mistresses even for the harshest play. But there were some punishment houses in downtown Opulex—places where a well-heeled Mistress could rent exotic equipment—where they were available.

  “Thank you for telling me,” she said quietly, still stroking his