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“Well, I was just going to offer to push your panties to one side, since that was what you did with this damn loincloth you have me wearing. But I would be able to reach you better if you took them all the way off.”

  “All right.” Tandy was already lifting her hips and letting him tug down the little triangle of fabric with its stretchy string straps, eager to have him touch her completely. Goddess, she knew she probably shouldn’t be doing this but his big, warm hands on her felt so good. And after all, she had to honor their deal, didn’t she? She was an honorable woman—she had to keep her end of the bargain and let the big Kindred touch her just as she had touched him.

  Feeling justified, she spread her legs for him as he looked at her now-completely naked body with open lust and admiration.

  “Gods, little girl—I wondered if your inner pussy would be the same ripe-berry color as your nipples,” he growled, eying her hungrily. “And it is.”

  Looking down at herself, Tandy saw with some shame that her pussy was so wet and swollen the outer lips were opening like the pedals of a flower, showing her inner folds, already shiny with her juices.

  “I…I can’t help it,” she said, starting to shut her thighs. “When you were touching me, and…and sucking my nipples it made me so…so hot.”

  “Of course it did, sweetheart,” he murmured, caressing her body with one big, warm hand as he spoke. “No, don’t close your legs—don’t be ashamed of how wet and creamy your sweet little pussy is. You’ve been in need for a while now, haven’t you?”

  “In need?” Tandy asked uncertainly.

  “You told me that nobody has touched you or kissed you since you left your parents’ house five cycles ago,” he pointed out. “That’s a long, lonely time to go without, little girl.”

  Tandy nodded—so he understood.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, it is. But like I told you—I wasn’t going to force some poor slave to, uh, service me. And I never saw any that I wanted, anyway. Not until you, anyway,” she added shyly.

  “It’s been a while since I found a female I wanted too,” Vrox rumbled. “And to think I tried to keep you from buying me.” He shook his head and chuckled softly. “If you’d listened to me, I would have missed out on all of this…” He nodded down at her naked body. “Especially this soft, sweet little pussy.”

  His big hand came down to cup her again but this time he was cupping her bare mound and his hand felt so good she could barely stand it.

  Tandy couldn’t help herself—she bucked up to meet him, thrusting her hot pussy deeper into his warmth, offering herself in a way she knew she really shouldn’t. But Goddess, his hand on her felt so good—and he hadn’t even really touched her yet.

  “Mmm, you’re an eager little virgin, aren’t you?” Vrox’s deep voice rumbled with amusement and lust.

  “You…you promised you’d show me how it would be if…if you fucked me,” Tandy whispered, her voice trembling only a little. “You said you’d show me how you’d take me if…if I have to take you first.”

  “I did, didn’t I?” he mused, his eyes going lazy with lust. “Well first of all, little girl, I’d spread your soft little pussy open—like this.”

  Gently but firmly, he used his ring and index fingers to part her outer pussy lips, baring her throbbing clit and slippery inner folds completely.

  “Oh!” Tandy moaned. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t help feeling deliciously naughty, completely open and vulnerable to him as he did this.

  I’m in his power, she couldn’t help thinking. He can do whatever he wants to me. The remote to his pain collar is out of reach. If he did decide to fuck me right now—to fill me with his cock and plant his seed inside me—there would be nothing I could do about it. Nothing but spread my legs and let him in.

  Which was exactly what she would have to do if she was forced to penetrate him at the final Test of Mastery. Goddess, she didn’t know if she wanted that to happen or not.

  “And…and then what?” she nearly moaned because Vrox was still just holding her open, studying her inner pussy with hungry intensity.

  “Gods, I love how deep your color is here,” he murmured before looking up at her. “But I need to tell you what I’d do next—after I spread you open, right?”

  Tandy nodded, feeling almost hotter than she could bear.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please, Vrox—tell me.”

  “All right. After I had you all spread open for me, I’d rub the head of my cock all over your slippery little cunt—like this.” The blunt end of his thick middle finger entered her folds, stroking around and around the swollen nub of her clit until Tandy moaned and started moving her hips in helpless circles. Goddess, he knew just how to touch her—just how to pleasure her! He wasn’t poking or jabbing at her clit, like the boy back home had in the brief time they’d had together. Instead he was sliding around and around the hungry little bud and the indirect pressure was driving Tandy crazy.

  “You like that, little girl?” Vrox growled softly. “You like it when I pet your soft little pussy—when I stroke your hot little clit?”

  “Yes!” Tandy moaned. “But tell me more! Tell me how…how you’d fit yourself inside me.” She knew it ought to be a forbidden subject—letting a male penetrate her pussy was the one thing a Mistress of Yonnie Six never did. But just the thought of that broad shaft stretching her inner walls was enough to make her almost hot enough to come all over again.

  “Well, first I’d make sure to coat your inner folds and the entrance to your pussy with my precum—that’s very important,” Vrox told her.

  “W-why?” Tandy asked, gasping as she continued to work against his restless fingers.

  He frowned evasively. “It just is, little girl. After all, I have to get your soft little pussy ready to take my cock, right?”

  “I…I guess so,” Tandy admitted.

  “Right. So I’d rub against you until I thought you were ready and then I’d start pressing into you.”

  He illustrated his point by moving down and soon Tandy felt one long, thick finger circling the entrance to her pussy. At the same time, the broad pad of Vrox’s thumb had taken up the place against her clit and he was sliding it gently back and forth, never ceasing the delicious stimulation of her throbbing button.

  “And then?” she asked, trying not to sound too eager.

  “Then I’d slide inside you.” With one swift thrust, he did, entering her with his thick finger and pressing hard against the end of her channel to show exactly how he would penetrate her.

  “Oh!” Tandy moaned and bucked against his hand as though her body was trying to get more of him inside her.

  “Would you let me do that, sweetheart?” Vrox asked her, looking into her eyes as he pumped his finger in and out of her wet pussy. “Would you spread your legs and let me put my cock all the way inside you?”

  “Yes!” Tandy admitted, panting raggedly. “Goddess, I shouldn’t but yes—yes I would, Vrox!”

  “And then you’d let me fuck you? Fuck you deep? Maybe even fill you with my mating shaft?” he growled.

  “Y-yes!” she moaned again as he thrust inside her and his thumb continued the slow, relentless circling of her throbbing clit. “Yes, I would—I swear I would.” Goddess, she was getting so hot! She could feel her pleasure building again, twisting like a wire inside her belly that was about to snap. If only he would keep thrusting inside her—keep touching her clit—keep talking to her about such naughty, forbidden things! She was close…so close.

  Vrox seemed to sense her pleasure was near too.

  “Here’s the final question, little girl,” he growled, speeding up his motion just a little bit. “Would you let me come inside you? Would you open your pussy for my seed? It would be wrong, you know,” he went on in that soft, growling voice. “Letting a male penetrate you—letting him come inside you. But I’m afraid I couldn’t stop myself if I was buried to the hilt in your tight little cunt. I’m afraid I couldn’t help coming inside you an
d trying to bond you to me if I ever got the chance.”

  “Yes! Yes, Vrox, yes!” Tandy moaned again and suddenly the wire in her belly snapped and she was flooded with pleasure. She felt her inner muscles tighten around his invading finger, felt every muscle in her body tense at once as the orgasm overtook her, washing through her like a wave of pleasure so great she might drown in it.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, still pumping into her, still rubbing her and riding out her orgasm. “Such a good girl to spread your pussy for me and let me make you come so hard, Tandy.”

  “Oh…Oh, Goddess!” she wailed and bucked against him, unable to help herself—unable to stop as the pleasure washed over her and through her, filing her like a cup that had been empty for far too long.

  Gods but she was sexy when she came! Vrox held her tight with one arm, aware that she was a thrasher—and a moaner too, for that matter. He loved how vocal she got when her orgasm hit her—how she gave it all up completely and just let go in his arms like she couldn’t help herself. And Gods, he loved talking dirty to her while he stroked her soft little cunt.

  Just watching her while he stroked her slippery folds and invaded her inner pussy had him hard as a rock but he didn’t move to touch himself. He could jerk off later, remembering the look on her face and the sound of his name on her lips. Right now he had one more thing to say to her.

  As she finally stopped moaning and lay quietly in his arms, panting from her pleasure, he leaned over and looked into her eyes.

  “I claim you, Tandy,” he told her, just as she had told him. “I claim your body for my own. Let no hand but mine touch you and bring you pleasure. You…are…mine.”

  The last words were a possessive growl that seemed to send a ripple through the room, as though an unseen power had heard and witnessed what he’d said. Tandy’s eyes went wide and he wondered if she’d felt it too. But she only nodded.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her voice a little shaky with the aftermath of her pleasure. “Yes, Vrox—I’m yours. And you are mine.”

  He liked the way she claimed him right back—liked the fact that she’d been able to be open and wild with him. Liked every damn thing about her, in fact, he realized to himself. She was more than just beautiful—she was courageous and generous and kind and Gods, was he beginning to fall in love with her?

  No, he told himself uneasily. No, there’s no way. I can’t be—I barely even know her. She just fucking bought me yesterday for the Goddess’s sake!

  But the thought persisted and a deep feeling of possessiveness swept through him as he looked down at the girl lying in his arms—the girl he could never have.

  He’d failed to bond once before and he didn’t want to fail again. Besides, he told himself, she was a Mistress of Yonnie Six with a life here. A life and a rich inheritance and a family on the other side of the planet that she loved.

  She wouldn’t be interested in a life-long commitment with a Kindred smuggler who lived rough half the time and didn’t have even a tenth of the luxuries she was probably used to aboard his ship. The Lady Fair was well kitted out but she was no floating palace.

  No—it was a crazy idea. He had to put it out of his mind, he told himself uneasily. Put it out of his mind for good because Tandy would never be his, no matter what they said or how they claimed each other.

  It just wasn’t to be.

  Nine

  “Are you ready to go? You have to be on your best behavior today—remember, everything you do reflects on me and my methods of training,” Tandy murmured as they waited in the long dark reception hall for their turn to be announced at Mistress Badonkadonk’s garden party.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” Vrox growled. “Can’t believe I have to walk around in public with my fucking shaft sticking out like this though.”

  “I’m sorry about that,” Tandy whispered apologetically. “But I told you—it’s how things are done here. The size of a slave’s shaft has a direct correlation to his Mistress’s status.” She smothered a smile. “In which case, I ought to be the most envied woman here today.”

  It was true that her Kindred’s massive shaft with the rigid mating fist at the base would probably be the largest one at the garden party. She shivered again when she thought of trying to fit that monster inside herself—or of Vrox trying to fit it in her, if she had to give him the rod and accept his rod in return, as it were.

  But there was pleasure behind the fear, she had to admit. She’d loved the way he had touched her the night before—the way he had made her come while admitting she would spread her legs for him and give him everything if she had to. It was clear that the big Kindred didn’t want to be penetrated but more and more, Tandy was thinking that she did—no matter how wrong it was.

  “Anyway,” she said to Vrox, who was still frowning down at his engorged shaft, which was sticking prominently out of the black leather trousers he was wearing, “You didn’t seem to mind it so much when I was getting you ready to go…”

  The corners of his mouth twitched up and his mismatched eyes went lazy with lust.

  “Well now, little girl, how could I help enjoying the feeling of your soft little hands stroking all over me?”

  Tandy bit her lip, remembering how she had applied the stay-hard oil to his shaft, standing before him and caressing his hard length with both hands, while stopping occasionally to fondle his balls as well—purely for the pleasure of touching him in such a sensitive area and hearing the big male groan. It gave her a feeling of immense power to have him cupped literally in the palm of her hand and to know that he trusted her to touch him there and not to hurt him.

  “You don’t need that fucking oil to keep me hard, you know,” Vrox had told her. “Just lookin’ at you in your hot Mistress clothes is enough to do that, little girl.”

  Tandy had blushed as she looked down at herself. It was true, she was dressed to impress in a golden, jewel-encrusted demi-cup bustier that left her breasts and nipples bare and a long black skirt split up the middle to show her panties. She had dusted both her nipples with silvery pleasure dust, though it was the Yonnite custom to dust one with pain and the other with pleasure. In this way, a Mistress could punish her slave by making him suck the nipple coated in pain dust which was fiery hot and deny him the cooling effect of the pleasure dust on the other nipple for as long as she deemed necessary to teach him a lesson.

  However, Tandy’s intent was to show off her new slave training technique, which featured only love and rewards and no pain whatsoever. She had wanted to leave off Vrox’s pain collar and cuffs too but since she was not yet a full-fledged Mistress invested by the Sacred Seven, she wasn’t allowed to bring a potentially dangerous slave into a crowded area without the means to control him if he got out of hand. Accordingly, she had the remote to his pain collar and cuffs in a tiny velvet bag which hung from the shiny gold belt that went with her outfit but she didn’t expect to have to use it at all.

  Not that she worried about Vrox—he had promised to be on his best behavior and since it was in both of their best interests for him to act like a model slave, she was certain he would. Mistress Sinda had called to tell her she was scheduled for her final Test of Mastery before the Sacred Seven the very next day which meant that before she knew it, she would be a full-fledged Mistress with her entire inheritance and the rest of her life before her.

  The thought should have made her happy—after all, she would be able to send the money to her mother and get her little brother everything he needed. After the transplants he would be able to come off life support and start recovery.

  But Vrox will leave and I’ll never see him again, whispered a little voice in her head. And I’ll be all alone again in Aunt Zora’s big building with nobody but three geriatric slaves to keep me company.

  She loved her late aunt’s staff—they were as sweet as a trio of elderly uncles who looked after her needs and genuinely cared about her. She intended to offer them their freedom but she would also offer to let them s
tay on and continue working for pay. Tandy expected all of them would take the option—they had been with Aunt Zora most of their lives and they were used to the routines of her domicile. But as sweet as all of them were, none of them was Vrox.

  And he’s the one I want, she had admitted to herself, as she stroked the long, hard shaft, making it shiny with the stay-hard oil. There were cock bands that went around the base of a male’s shaft and did the same job but they also tended to constrict the male equipment in a way that could be dangerous after a long period of time. Though it was much more expensive than a simple band, Tandy preferred to use the oil which was actually a natural aphrodisiac and worked to arouse a male and keep him hard with desire, rather than just restricting blood flow.

  Besides, this way she had the excuse to stroke this particular part of Vrox’s anatomy again—a part, she had to admit, which held a special fascination for her.

  “Now when we get to the party, we’ll have to be announced,” she told the big Kindred as she worked on him. “And when they announce me you’ll have to…have to pay obeisance.”

  “Okay—how do I do that?” Vrox had raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Well…” Tandy was a little nervous about this part because she remembered her Aunt Deelee’s words about how untrained slaves often didn’t want to kiss their Mistress’s panties. And that, of course, was exactly what Vrox would have to do in order to prove his loyalty to her when they were announced.

  “Go on, little girl—tell me,” he urged, when she hesitated. “What? Is it something really bad?”

  “You might think so,” Tandy admitted. “I, uh, don’t know how you’ll feel about it but when they announce my name, you’ll have to drop to your knees and…” She could feel her cheeks getting hot. “And kiss my panties,” she finished in a rush.”

  “Mmm, is that right?” The big Kindred’s voice had turned into a soft growl.

  “Yes.” Tandy nodded, still biting her lip. “And I’m sorry if you think that’s degrading or you don’t like to do that, to…you know, kiss a female there but—”