Chained (Brides of the Kindred) (36 page)

“Master?” Maggie looked around and saw him
kneeling behind her, pressing his face between her legs.
“Oh,”
she
moaned as she felt him spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and take a long,
hot lick of her inner folds. “Oh, God!”

Kor lifted up enough to meet her eyes.
“That’s right, slave girl. Your master wants to eat your sweet little cunt. So
get that ass high and those legs spread wide. Really open up your pussy for me
so I can get my tongue deep inside you.”

“Y-yes, Master.” She could barely get the
words out but she managed to comply with his orders.

Kor growled his approval and spread the
puffy lips of her pussy even wider so he could suck her clit into his mouth. As
he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, Maggie felt a wave
of pleasure so powerful wash over her that she lost her balance and went from
her hands and knees down to her elbows. The new position pushed her ass higher
in the air and seemed to open her pussy even more for his assault.

Kor took advantage of her new position at
once. With a low groan of pure lust, he pressed his tongue to the entrance of
her pussy and penetrated her deeply.

“Ah!” Maggie gasped as she felt him fill
her. God he was so long and hot and wet and this was only his tongue. Again she
tried to imagine taking his cock in her pussy and again she failed. She moaned
and pressed back against him helplessly, pushing her pelvis up and out, trying
to help her master get his tongue as deeply into her as she could. It felt so
amazing…if only he would touch her aching little clit at the same time…

Kor seemed to sense her need. As he
continued to press his tongue deep into her pussy, one fingertip began to
gently circle her clit, stroking her tenderly but relentlessly, stoking the
fire inside her higher and higher.

“Oh…Oh God!” Maggie wanted to move in time
to his rhythm but she was afraid he might get mad at her. After all, he was
playing her master and she was pretty sure he meant for her to hold still and
submit, to simply stay there and spread her pussy wide for him and take
anything he dished out.

Suddenly the hot feeling of his tongue in
her pussy and his finger circling her clit was too,
too
much. With a low
moan, Maggie felt herself reaching the peak as the fire inside her suddenly
flared out of control.

“Kor…Master…oh!” She forgot that she was
supposed to hold still for her master and bucked against him, her pussy
contracting hard around his invading tongue.

Kor responded by gripping her hips tightly
in both hands, holding her in place. Then he put one big hand on her back and
pushed her down until her head was resting on the pillow.

“Be still, little slave girl,” he growled.
“Be still and let your master tonguefuck you.”

“Y-yes, Master,” Maggie managed to get
out. God, she couldn’t remember ever feeling so vulnerable or hot. Her face was
down on the bed, her breasts pushed against the pillow but her ass was high in
the air, her legs spread wide so Kor could lick her open pussy for as long and
as deeply as he wanted to.

“Such a sweet little cunt,” she heard him
mutter in a low, lustful voice. “Gods, how I love to eat your pussy.”

Then he went back to licking her, licking
and sucking and fucking with his fingers and tongue until Maggie came again.
And again. And
again.

“Master, please,” she gasped at last, her
pussy throbbing with overload. “Please, I can’t…can’t take much more.”

“That’s all right,” he growled, finally
letting up. “You won’t have to take much more…of my tongue, anyway.”

Maggie bit her lip as he flipped her over.
Was this it? Was he finally going to fuck her now?

But instead of making her spread her legs,
Kor raised her up and made her sit on the side of the bed. Then he stood in
front of her, looming over her like a tall, dark shadow.

“You were a good little slave girl,
Maggie,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “Such a good little girl to spread
your pussy wide for my tongue. Tell me, did you like it when I licked you? When
I made you come by putting my tongue deep in that tight little cunt of yours?”

The intensity of his gaze made Maggie
blush and drop her eyes. “Yes,” she admitted in a low voice, twisting her
fingers together in her lap. “Yes, I…yes, Master.”

“That’s good, little slave girl,” Kor
growled. “Because now you’re going to return the favor.”

“What?” Maggie couldn’t help the startled
expression on her face.

“You heard me.” Kor was already unfastening
the tight black leather trousers to let his massive cock spring free. “You’re
going to suck me, Maggie. And not just the tip, either. You’re going to take my
shaft deep in that sweet little mouth of yours and suck me right.”

“But…but Kor,” she faltered.

He frowned. “Did you hear me, slave girl?”
Stepping closer, he took his shaft in his hand and rubbed it lightly against
her cheek. “Your master wants a blow job and you’d better make it a good one.”

His warm, male musk invaded her senses and
Maggie couldn’t help herself. She turned toward the hot shaft branding her
cheek, eager to have him between her lips. Her implant pulsed strongly but only
once, reminding her that she actually
did
want to do this—that she loved
servicing Kor the way he serviced her.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered softly and
laid a hot, sucking kiss on the broad head of his shaft.

He groaned softly and fed another thick
inch between her lips. Maggie took it eagerly and leaned forward, searching for
more. She knew she couldn’t get all of him in her mouth—he was too damn big and
long for that. But she was certainly going to try to get as much as she could.

Kor groaned again as she swirled her
tongue around his warm, salty shaft. He stroked her curls gently and watched,
clearly loving the sight of her sucking him.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured in
a low, hoarse voice. “That’s right, suck me deep. Make my cock nice and wet so
I can get it all the way in your pussy.”

The thought of finally feeling him inside
her, filling her completely, was enough to make Maggie want to reach between
her legs. She knew she couldn't feel her own touch but she couldn't help
imagining how it would be if she could slip her fingers into her pussy and
trace the sensitive bud of her clit as she sucked him.

God, what’s wrong
with you?
a little voice in the back of her head
moaned.
You’re enjoying this
way
too
much! This is just something you have to do to get the implant out. There’s no
way you ought to like it so much—no way you should love it when Kor touches you
and you touch him.

But I can’t help it,
Maggie told herself.
He’s the master and I’m the
slave. I have to do what he says—I have no choice.

Deep down she knew it wasn’t true but she
tried to hold that knowledge back from herself. What was happening with Kor was
the most intense sexual experience of her life—she didn’t want to spoil it with
guilt. Instead, she took him deeper, sucking his thick shaft like the good
little slave girl she was, trying to give her beloved master as much pleasure
as possible.

Kor moaned and stroked her cheek but then,
suddenly, he pulled away from her.

Maggie gave him a hurt look. “Kor? I mean,
Master? Did I displease you? Didn’t I do it right?”

“You did it just right, sweetheart,” he
assured her. “So right I almost came in your mouth. And you know, that’s not
the place I ought to be coming.”

Maggie felt her heart skip a beat. “I
know,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Is it time? Are you going to…going to
do it now?”

“I think you’re ready,” he murmured. “More
than ready and so am I. But again, I want to take this slow.”

“How slow?” Maggie couldn’t keep the
impatience from her voice. “I want you, Kor—I can’t wait much longer.”

Kor frowned at her as he went to sit at
the head of the bed. “That’s not something you’re supposed to admit, blondie.
You’re just a slave girl, remember?”

“Yes, but—”

“Your body isn’t your own,” he continued.
“Tonight it’s going to be used by your master for his pleasure and there’s
nothing you can do about it. Nothing but spread your sweet thighs wide and
submit.”

Maggie bit her lip. “I know,” she
whispered. “And I understand what you’re trying to do and why you’re doing it
but Kor—”

“Master,” he corrected her sternly. “Call
me, Master—unless you want another spanking.”

Maggie’s bottom was still sore from his
earlier punishment. She closed her mouth quickly and shook her head.

“Didn’t think so,” Kor growled. “Good,
then—come here.”

He had finished arranging a pillow behind
his back and he was leaning against the headboard, waiting for her.

Maggie crawled over to him, uncertain of
what he would do next. But all Kor did was pat his lap, indicating that she
should straddle him. He had taken the trousers all the way off and his hard
cock stood up between his thighs, clearly ready for her.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” His deep voice was
gentle as he pulled her to him. “Come close to me. I want to feel you near.”

Maggie scooted up and gasped as she felt his
thick shaft slip between her slippery cunt lips.

“Oh!” she whispered, looking down between
them. His cock wasn’t in her—not yet—but the long shaft was pressed right
between her naked pussy lips, sliding against her wet folds and rubbing against
her sensitive clit. The broad head was pointed at her, a pearly drop of precum
beading at its tip.

“Look at that,” Kor murmured, thrusting a
little so that his shaft slid up and down against her clit. “Love to watch your
sweet little cunt slide against my cock. Love to feel you against me, blondie.”

Maggie liked it too. In fact, it was the
most erotic thing she’d ever seen and she could barely take her eyes away. But
when she did, she looked up and saw Kor looking at her. Not at the erotic sight
taking place between them but just at her—he was gazing at her face as though
he was trying to memorize it, as though he wanted to remember her forever.

“Kor?” she whispered.

“Master,” he corrected automatically but
his deep voice was hoarse. “Call me Master because I’m about to fuck you,
Maggie. I’m about to fuck you and it’s not your fault.”

“This way, though?” Maggie asked softly,
indicating their position. “I thought you’d want me on my, um, on my back. Why
this?”

“I want you on top for two reasons,” Kor
rumbled. “First because you’re tight and you’ll have better control this
way—you can take me in slowly and you won’t get hurt.”

“And…and second?” Maggie prompted with a
little gasp as he slid up and down, pressing against her clit once more.

“Second I want to look into your eyes
every minute I’m in you. I want to see it in your eyes when you come…and when
you feel me coming inside you, filling you up. I want to tie you to me, Maggie
and never let you go.”

“Oh, Kor…” She didn’t know what to say.
This time he didn’t correct her and tell her to call him ‘Master.’ Instead he
cupped her cheek and brought her forward for a long, slow kiss. When he finally
let her go he looked into her eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart—I can’t wait any
longer to be inside you.”

“I…I want you in me too,” Maggie
confessed. “I can’t help it, Kor—I want it so
much.”

He shook his head. “I told you, it’s not
your fault—it’s the implant.”

“No,” Maggie protested. “It’s been quiet ever
since I, uh, sucked you last night on the ship. It’s not the implant, Kor…” She
put a hand to his cheek, loving the feel of his rough stubble scratching
against her palm. “I want
you,”
she said quietly. “I know it’s wrong but
I can’t help it and I can’t deny it. So let’s stop pretending—let’s just be
honest and say how we feel.”

“Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew…” His
voice was hoarse but he shook his head, not finishing.

“Knew what?” Maggie asked gently.

“Knew how I really feel.” He sighed.
“Never mind. We can stop pretending if you want, though I kind of like playing
the lecherous master.”

“It
is
pretty hot,” Maggie
admitted. “I kind of like how you order me around.”

“How’s this for an order then? Raise up on
your knees and spread your pussy for me. I want to watch while my cock slides
into your tight little cunt.”

“God, Kor…” Maggie bit her lip and raised
up on her knees as he had commanded.

“That’s my good little slave girl.” He
nodded. “Now reach down and spread your pussy for me. Let me see the slippery
pink inside. Show me where I’m going to put my cock.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, playing
along. Her cheeks were hot but she reached between her thighs willingly. Using
her index and middle finger, she parted her pussy lips, putting her open cunt
on display for him. “Here it is—see?”