Chained (Brides of the Kindred) (17 page)

The use of his sarcastic little nickname
for her made Maggie feel better for some reason. Maybe because it reminded her
that they weren’t really Mistress and slave and they didn’t really belong here
in this weird place.
It’s all right,
she told herself.
We’re just
doing what we have to until we can get out of here.

“Maggie?” Kor breathed her name so softly
no one else could hear and his eyes searched hers, looking for consent. “All
right?”

“All right,” she whispered, nodding at
last. “Show me.”

“Good.” He stroked her cheek again. “Like
this…” Leaning forward he captured her mouth in a soft, breathless kiss. At the
same time, Maggie felt his large, warm hand cupping her right breast. Her
nipple hardened instantly and when he rubbed the pad of his thumb lightly over
the stiff peak, she had to bite back a moan.

“Kor…”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he said
softly. “Just relax. I can make you feel good without taking anything off.
You’ll see.”

Kor kissed her again, tilting her head
slightly to fit his mouth perfectly to hers. He licked lightly at the seam of
her lips, asking for entrance. Maggie’s heart was pounding but she couldn’t
help herself—she opened for him. Kor growled soft, wordless approval and kissed
her hungrily.

Maggie kissed him back, the warm cinnamon
taste of his mouth consuming her. God, he was so
good
at this! She’d
never been kissed this way before, never been tasted as though the man kissing
her wanted to devour her from the mouth down. She reached up and held on to his
muscular, bare shoulders, wishing she could run her hands through his hair and
bring him closer.

Kor seemed to understand her need. He
pressed closer and drew her tongue gently into his mouth. At the same time, he
continued his slow, hypnotic stroking of her nipple. His warm scent seemed to
fill all her senses with its exotic, dark spice until she felt almost drunk.

Maggie could have gone on kissing him all
night but just then he placed one last gentle kiss on her mouth and moved down
to her neck. He stroked her hair out of the way, bending her back to get better
access to the sensitive arch of her throat. Hot breath against her skin made
Maggie shiver helplessly in his arms. God, she was
dying
over here and
he’d barely done anything but kiss her! What would he do next?

As if to answer her question, his other
hand moved downward and cupped her left breast. He teased the nipple slowly, as
he had the other one, and then captured the tight peak between his thumb and
fingers and began to pinch and tug it very gently.

Maggie gasped. “Oh!”

“Feels good, blondie?” Kor murmured in her
ear as he continued to kiss her neck.

“Y-yes,” she confessed, her voice shaking.

“But you still have all your clothes on,”
he pointed out. “So it’s okay—right?”

“I…I guess so.” The way he was twisting
her nipples, tugging and pinching gently but firmly, was making it hard to
think. Each motion of his long, talented fingers on her aching buds seemed to
send showers of sparks straight from the tips of her breasts to the spot
between her legs where she was becoming undeniably wet and hot.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his deep voice
rough. “Gods, you have the ripest little nipples. I’ve been wanting to taste
them from the first minute you walked in the door of my cell.”

“I…but you…” Maggie didn’t even get the
protest all the way out before he moved lower and began tracing one of her
tight peaks with his tongue, right through the thin lace of the gown.

Maggie watched, mesmerized, as the thin
white material became all but transparent.
It’s not cheating,
she told
herself over and over.
It’s not—it can’t be. I still have on all my clothes.
Clothes which were so thin she might as well have been wearing nothing more
than a dress made of cobwebs. Maggie swore she could feel every stroke of his
tongue as Kor licked and traced her aching nipple. It was clearly visible now,
pressing out hard and pink against the wispy lace as though to illustrate how
hot he was making her.

And then Kor pressed closer and sucked the
entire tight bud into his mouth.

Maggie let out a little cry as she felt
the heat of his mouth envelope her. He was sucking hard, as though he was
trying to get as much of her breast as he could between his lips at once. The
scratch of his whiskers sent chills down her spine and she found she was
leaning toward him, thrusting out her chest to give him better access. She
couldn’t help it—what he was doing just felt so
good.

Kor growled, low in his throat, and
switched to the other nipple. Maggie gasped and closed her eyes. God, would
this ever end? Did she
want
it to end? Could she come just from having
her nipples sucked? Up until now she would have said it was impossible. But
then no one had ever put such time and skill and dedication into teasing and
torturing her sensitive peaks before. Donald liked her breasts but to him, they
were a means to an end. He generally played with them for less than a minute
before moving further down.

And speaking of moving further down, Kor
was currently kissing a trail from just between her breasts down to her
trembling abdomen.

“Kor,” she whispered, squeezing her thighs
together tightly as he reached the high-cut opening in the white lace gown.
Below it was the little white triangle of the matching lace panties. “Kor,
no—it’s too much.”

He looked up at her, his eyes capturing
hers.

“Did you come yet?” he growled.

“Well…” Maggie felt her cheeks getting
hot. “No,” she confessed reluctantly.

“I know you didn’t. I would’ve been able
to tell.” He stroked her closed thighs gently but possessively. “You need to
let me in, Maggie. I’m going to make you come.”

The intensity in his eyes surprised her.

“But, well…” She shook her head
uncertainly. “Can’t we just…I don’t know…fake it?”

Kor shook his head. “The Sensorians will
know. And the master of the spa is coming back this way soon.”

Maggie bit her lip. “But, well…letting you
make me…make me…”

“Come.” His eyes were hungry and his deep
voice was rough. “I need to make you come, Maggie. I don’t just want to—I
need
to.”

“But how can you?” she blurted. “I mean,
without taking off my clothes or touching me under my, um, panties?”

“I don’t have to touch your bare skin to
give you pleasure—I think I already proved that,” he growled. “But if you need
a reminder, watch.”

He ran his big hand slowly up her thigh
and then one long finger was gently tracing the tiny triangle of lace.

“Kor…” she protested breathlessly as he
traced a line down her center, stroking the cleft between her pussy lips which
were entirely too prominent beneath the white lace. She still had her legs
pressed together so only the top part of her plump pussy was visible but that
was enough.

“Slowly, sweetheart,” he murmured, looking
at her again. “Open for me and I swear I’ll take things slowly. Won’t do anything
you don’t want me to—I promise.”

Maggie bit her lip again. “And…you’ll stop
if I ask you to?”

He nodded.

“And you won’t…won’t touch me under my
panties? Because that would be…”

“Cheating. I know.” Kor shook his head. “I
won’t go there. Not even once.”

“Well…” Maggie knew she ought to be able
to think of a dozen reasons to say no but none of them were coming to mind
somehow. “All right,” she whispered at last, allowing her thighs to drift open.
“But just…be careful.”

“Didn’t I tell you I would never hurt you?”
he murmured, stroking her inner thighs, urging them to open even wider. Then he
looked between them and gave a low groan. “Gods, look at your little pussy. So
fucking
wet.”

Maggie’s eyes followed his and what she
saw made her cheeks get so hot she was certain her hair would catch on fire.

Below the small area which had been
visible when her legs were together, the thin white lace of her panties was
soaked with her juices. The white lace was so transparent that it clung to her
swollen pussy lips, outlining them perfectly.

Kor traced them gently, brushing his
fingertip along her slit just as he had before. Only this time, with her legs
spread, he was able to trace lower, sliding gently down almost to the entrance
of her pussy.

“Kor…” she whispered breathlessly.

“Shhh.” He stroked her thigh soothingly.
“Spread a little wider for me, blondie. Let me in.”

“Wh-why?” Maggie stammered. “I mean…what
are you going to do?”

“Just spread your pussy open and touch
you,” he murmured. “But don’t worry, I won’t go under your panties, I swear.”

Maggie didn’t know what else to do. Biting
her lip, she opened for him, allowing him to split her thighs wide. The action
opened her pussy and she blushed when she saw the little pink pearl of her clit
showing between her wet, puffy lips.

Kor groaned softly. “So fucking
beautiful,” he muttered but apparently she still wasn’t spread wide enough for
him.

Very gently, he pressed his thumbs to
either side of her pussy and opened her lips even further, stretching the white
lace panties to the limit. Maggie felt a rush of shameful pleasure as her inner
cunt was revealed, her pink folds spread wide for a man she’d never even met
outside her dreams before today. God, had it really been only this morning she
was rescuing him from his chains? How had they gotten to this point? Maggie
didn’t know but it was clear there was no going back now.

“Such a pretty little clit,” Kor murmured,
stroking it gently with his finger, tracing it through the lace. He looked up
at Maggie. “How do you like to be touched, blondie?”

“How…what…?” Maggie wasn’t exactly sure
what he was asking.

“How do you make yourself come? Like
this?” He stroked gently along one side of her clit, making Maggie jump and
gasp as a sudden bolt of pleasure shot through her.

Kor gave her a half-lidded smile. “That’s
it, then? Just like that?” He stroked her again through the damp lace and then
began a slow, steady rhythm—up, down, and around—that seemed designed to drive
her wild.

Maggie moaned. God, she couldn’t believe
she was doing this. Couldn’t believe she was lying there with her legs spread
in a public place and letting a huge alien male stroke her open pussy.

I still have my
panties on,
she reminded herself
desperately. But it seemed to matter less and less as her pleasure grew.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Kor murmured
to her, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Do you like it when I pet your sweet
pussy? Like it when I spread open your hot little cunt and stroke your clit?”

Maggie felt her breath catch in her
throat. God, she
loved
dirty talk. Loved what she had read of it in the
few trashy romance novels she indulged in from time to time, anyway. Donald was
certainly no good at it. The one time he had tried, at her behest, he’d come up
with such gems as, “Is this adequate? Do you feel aroused?” and “Is the way I’m
touching you making you desire coitus?” Maggie had never asked him to talk
dirty to her again—some men just didn’t have the knack.

Kor appeared to have it, however—in spades.
He continued to murmur to her in that low, growling voice as he petted and
stroked her open pussy, his finger circling around and around her throbbing
clit as he spoke.

“You know what I’d like to do to you right
now?” he asked, holding her eyes with his.

“Wh-what?” Maggie could barely get the
word out. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was shaking her entire
body.

“First I’d like to slip these little
panties down around your ankles. Get your little pussy completely bare for me.
Don’t worry—” he went on. “I won’t—but Gods, I sure as fucking hell want to.”

“G-go on,” Maggie breathed. The gentle
caress he was giving her clit combined with his hot words was really getting to
her. “Then what?”

“Then I’d kiss you again—get on my knees
before you, just like I did at the door. Only this time I’d spread open your
soft little pussy lips and kiss inside. Right here.” He took the swollen little
nub of her clit between his thumb and finger and pinched very, very gently.
Sparks of hot pleasure shot through her, making Maggie moan. “You like that,
sweetheart?” Kor growled. “You like the idea of me licking you out? Tasting
your hot little cunt?”

Wordlessly, Maggie nodded. There was no
denying her body’s reaction to him. Every moment he touched her she could feel
her pleasure building.

“That’s good,” Kor murmured. He went back
to stroking her clit, one finger drifting lazily around and around the
sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’d kiss you,” he went on. “Bury my face between
your legs and kiss your sweet pussy. Suck this hot little clit into my mouth
and tease you with my tongue.”

“You would?” she whispered.

Kor nodded. “Uh-huh.”