Enslaved

  “What?” He took her by the shoulders and looked into her face anxiously. “Baby, is there anything I can do? We have to get you help—have to lift the curse somehow!”

  “It’s already been lifted,” Trin assured him quickly. “In the Sacred Grove. I’m okay now. It’s why I finally dared to come and see you.” She looked at him earnestly. “I wanted to say how sorry I was for pushing you away. But I did it for your own good—I was afraid if I died and our bond was strong, I’d take you with me.”

  “Baby…” He stroked her cheek, looking into her eyes. “Don’t you know I’d rather die with you than live a single day without you?”

  “Don’t, Thrace.” Trin shook her head and looked away from his intense, silver-blue gaze. “I don’t deserve that from you. Not after all I put you through—not after the way I pushed you away.”

  “You were doing what you thought you had to do,” he rumbled. “I just misinterpreted it. I thought after you saw my past…”

  “That never had anything to do with it,” Trin assured him. “I think it’s horrible what happened to you, but it doesn’t affect how I feel about you. I hope…” She looked down. “I hope you won’t let what I allowed to happen to me at the temple affect how you feel about me either.”

  “You might have gone there of your own free will in the first place but you’re not to blame for what they did when you got there,” Thrace growled. “That whole place is completely fucked up—especially the female who runs it!”

  “Betina…” Trin sighed. “She truly made me believe I deserved everything that was done to me—even…” She swallowed hard. “Even what happened to Swift and Silk. Not to mention my skin…my hair…” She put a hand to her head. Becca had done her best to trim it into a more attractive shape but it was still much shorter than Trin liked.

  “Your hair will grow back,” Thrace said firmly. “Or you could keep it short—makes it easier for me to see your gorgeous face.”

  “Not so gorgeous anymore…” Trin put her fingers to one scarred cheek.

  “Yes.” Thrace took her hand in his and kissed her palm gently. “Still gorgeous. Still beautiful—always beautiful to me, baby.”

  Trin gave him a tremulous smile. “That’s how I feel about you, you know. You’re still the same male I came to care for so deeply and your past doesn’t change that. And it also doesn’t change my desire…” She cleared her throat, feeling the hot blood rush to her cheeks. “My desire to…to give myself to you.”

  The pain on his strong features cleared.

  “So you want to try it then? Renewing our bond?”

  “More than anything,” Trin said softly. “But, well…I don’t really know how to begin.”

  “I think I can help with that,” Thrace murmured, pulling her close. He took her mouth in a long, lingering kiss and Trin moaned as his tongue slipped gently between her lips. Goddess, she could taste herself on him! Taste her own secret, feminine flavor still clinging to his lips and it made her hotter than she would have thought possible.

  “Thrace,” she whispered softly when the kiss finally broke. “Goddess, I want you so much.”

  “How do you want me, Mistress?”

  “I’m not really sure,” Trin confessed.

  “Well, how about this…” He stroked her cheek. “Last time I was in charge—I had to be since you were drugged out of your mind on the third drink of passion berry wine. How about if this time, you call the shots?”

  “How do I do that?” Trin asked.

  “You be in charge—take control.” He spread his arms. “Do whatever you want with me.”

  Trin bit her lip. “And…you don’t mind? I mean after…” She didn’t want to bring up his past again since he was obviously so sensitive about it, but she also didn’t want to bring back any bad memories as she had when she had almost penetrated him with the heart stone phallus on Yonnie Six.

  “I know what you’re asking but no, I don’t mind,” Thrace rumbled. “You’re nothing like my old master was—he tried to force my love. You won my heart without even trying—just by being you.”

  “Oh, Thrace…” Trin didn’t know what to say.

  “It will be a pleasure to serve you, Mistress.” He gave her a lazy grin. “In any way you desire.”

  “Well, then…” Trin eyed him, considering her options. “For starters, I think you have too many clothes on,” she pronounced.

  “You want me to disrobe, my lady?” he murmured, his fingers going to the buttons of his deep red shirt.

  “No. I want to do it.” Getting up on her knees, Trin pushed his hands aside and began unbuttoning the shirt herself, just as she’d wanted to earlier. She couldn’t stop the desire that rose in her as his broad, muscular chest was revealed.

  “Gods, I love your little hands on me,” he growled hoarsely as she finished unbuttoning the shirt and tugged it out of his waistband. “Love how soft they are and the contrast of our skin.”

  Trin liked it too and she also liked the feeling that she was allowed to do anything she wanted with him. She was used to being in charge as a captain of a ship but she’d never taken sexual charge in the bedroom before. And the fact that Thrace was such a big, powerful male who was completely under her control, ready to do anything she asked of him, made her feel safe and sexy and confident in a way she never had before.

  As she pulled the shirt off his broad shoulders, his warm spicy scent filled her senses, making her long to bury her face in his neck and breathe him in. Well, aren’t you in charge? whispered a little voice in her head. Why shouldn’t you? Do what you want—whatever feels good.

  “I love the way you smell!” she murmured, pressing her face to his strong throat and taking a deep breath. “Is that your bonding scent again?”

  “Sure as hell is, baby,” he murmured. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life as to bond you to me.”

  “A bond is forever though, right?” Trin risked a glance at him.

  “It can be.” His voice was low and guarded. “If you want it to be.”

  I want it to be! The words hovered on her lips but she lacked the courage to let them slip out. Instead, she leaned forward and licked a long line from his collar bone to just under his ear.

  Thrace groaned deep in his throat and shivered under her oral assault.

  “Gods, baby—you don’t know what that does to me!”

  “I know what it does to me,” Trin told him. “You were driving me crazy the whole time you were healing me.”

  “You like my tongue on your body? Between your legs?” His eyes were blazing but his voice was a soft, lazy drawl.

  “You know I do.” Trin was tugging at his trousers now. She’d gotten his belt unbuckled but the front fastening of the black leather pants was eluding her. Frustrated, she gave up trying to pop the trousers open and simply slipped her hand inside instead.

  “Gods.” Thrace stiffened when she grasped his rock hard shaft in her hand. Trin enjoyed the sensation of power it gave her to caress his long, thick cock and feel it throb in her palm as she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked. His skin was surprisingly soft and hot, and she loved the feel of him thrusting against her hand.

  “Easy, baby,” Thrace groaned as she continued to stroke him. “You keep that up and you’ll make me come in my trousers instead…”

  “Instead of inside me, where you belong,” Trin finished for him, smiling a little.

  “Exactly,” he growled. “Which is where I want to be—where I need to be. But not until you’re ready.”

  Trin could feel how wet and hot her pussy was getting and she knew she was already ready—but she wanted to explore him a little more first. She’d always felt guilty about wanting to touch his big, muscular body before but now she intended to throw caution to the winds and do whatever she wanted.

  “First let’s get these off,” she murmured, tugging at his trousers again. Thrace helped her and soon he was as naked as she was, sitting on the edge of the bed with his leg
s spread and his hard shaft rising from between his thighs.

  Trin got off the bed and sat between his legs as he had when he pleasured her with his tongue earlier.

  “Mistress?” Thrace was clearly surprised by her actions.

  “I want to touch you and learn you,” Trin explained a little shyly. “I…I was never able to before but now…I want to know you the way you know me. I want to taste you. Is that all right?”

  He groaned low in his throat. “Gods, to hear you talk like that…hell yes, it’s all right!” He gave her another lazy smile. “You’re in charge here, Mistress—do whatever pleases you.”

  Trin returned his smile and then pressed closer, getting between his thighs so she could grasp the hot, hard shaft in her hand again.

  He was so long and thick there was no way she could wrap her fingers all the way around him but she delighted in trying. She also took pleasure in the low moans that came from his broad chest when she stroked the petal-soft skin of his shaft up and down in a slow, leisurely pumping motion. How could he be so hard and so silky soft at the same time—like a bar of hot iron covered in velvet? It was a mystery she longed to solve.

  Experimentally, she leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against his shaft. His bonding scent was strong here—dark and spicy and entirely masculine. It filled her senses and made her want him even more—made her feel like she would die if she didn’t have him in her soon. But there was still one more thing she wanted to try before she was ready to make love.

  The thick shaft of his cock ended in a broad, flaring head with a small slit at its crown. That’s where it comes from—his seed, Trin thought. When he fills me with himself and pumps me full of his cum. The thought gave her a deep, pulling ache in her lower pelvis—the desire to be filled completely by her man. First, though, she wanted to taste him as he had tasted her.

  There was a small pearly droplet at the small slit in the head of his cock. Trin put out her tongue and lapped it up. It was salty and delicious and it tasted like his bonding scent smelled—she loved it. And she wanted more.

  Thrace jerked a little and moaned her name as she dared to take the entire broad plum-shaped head between her lips. He was too big to get much more into her mouth but Trin didn’t mind. She liked the sensation of being filled by him, even in this manner which her people would have considered especially degrading.

  But nothing is wrong or degrading when done by people who truly love each other, she told herself firmly. And this feels good—feels right. I love him and I want to show him how much.

  Pulling back, she started at the base of his cock and dragged her tongue upwards, caressing his throbbing length, tasting the salty essence of his manhood and loving every second of it.

  “Gods…baby…Mistress…” Thrace’s hands were fisted on his thighs and she could feel the tension in his big body as he fought to hold still while she tasted him. When she looked up, she saw that his silver-blue eyes were half-lidded with lust and trained on her with a focused intensity that made her pussy throb with need.

  “Does it feel good?” Trin asked, delighting in teasing him a little. “Do you like to watch while I taste you?”

  “Couldn’t stop watching if I knew it’d make me go blind,” he rumbled. “You don’t know what you do to me!”

  “I know what I want to do.” Deliberately, she took another long, slow taste of his hard shaft, holding his eyes with hers the entire time. “I want to push you down on the bed and ride you—the way you had me ride you when you saved me from the passion berry wine.”

  Thrace groaned again.

  “Yes, Mistress—your will is my pleasure.”

  “Good, then lay on the bed on your back,” Trin directed.

  Thrace did as she directed, lying in the center of the bed with his legs spread.

  “Now what?” he murmured.

  “Now this.” Trin got on the bed beside him and straddled his lean hips, opening her legs wide to do so. Thrace watched her every move, his eyes hungry and hot.

  “Gods, look how hot and wet your little pussy is, Mistress,” he murmured. “Can’t wait to feel you sinking down on me. Do you feel ready?”

  “More ready than I’ve ever been for anything in my life,” Trin assured him. His large size might have worried her but he’d done a good job preparing her to take him—licking and tasting her so thoroughly before they began. She knew that though it might be a tight fit, it wouldn’t hurt her to have her pussy stretched by his thick shaft.

  Still, when she grasped his shaft and rubbed the broad head of his cock against her slick inner petals, she couldn’t help feeling just a little shiver of uncertainty. The last time they’d done this, she was half out of her mind with lust from the passion berry wine. This time it was a conscious decision on her part and she was much more aware of what was going to happen—what they were about to do.

  Look at you with your legs spread wide for his big shaft, rubbing the head against your bare, open pussy! Can’t believe you’re going to willingly spread your cunt for him and let him in…let him all the way inside you to thrust and fuck and fill you with his cum…

  Trin barely heard the guilty little voice anymore. She was too focused on fitting the wide head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He was wet and slick with her juices and she could feel her clit throbbing from the way his bare skin rubbed against hers.

  Goddess…feels so good…need him so much…

  Slowly, she began to slide him into her pussy.

  Thrace held perfectly still while she did it—seeming to know she needed to take him in at her own pace. Trin was grateful for that. She liked being in charge this time—it felt good and empowering to choose exactly how fast and how deep she took him…though of course what she wanted was to take him all the way.

  When she felt him breach her entrance and the broad head slid into her, she moaned breathlessly.

  “Gods, look at that…love to see me going into you,” Thrace said hoarsely. “Love to see your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  “I love it too,” Trin admitted. “But I want more.”

  Lowering herself further, she let another thick inch slip up into her pussy. She was tight inside and he was so big but she could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate him.

  “Slowly, baby,” Thrace cautioned. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

  “I won’t…” Trin relaxed a little more, letting over half of his thick cock slide inside her. “Just want to feel you…all the way…inside me.” As she said the last words, she let herself all the way down, taking the rest of his long shaft all the way into her pussy.

  Both of them groaned when he bottomed out inside her, the wide head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb.

  “Gods, you look so good on top of me, Mistress!” Thrace groaned. “Look between your legs and see how hot it is—my cock all the way inside you to the root.”

  Trin looked down as he said and thought it was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen—the thick shaft buried so deep in her little cunt which was stretched wide to accommodate him.

  Wrong, whispered the little voice. Bad! Look at you—all spread out around him! Why he’s probably leaking precum deep inside your pussy right now! It’s wrong and it’s not safe—you don’t even have any kind of contraception.

  Trin knew the thought should bother her but at the moment it seemed like a remote possibility—a problem she could deal with later. Besides, she kind of liked the idea of taking a risk with Thrace, as irresponsible as that might sound. It made her even hotter, knowing that his bare cock was filling her unprotected pussy, knowing that he would spurt his seed deep in her fertile cunt and she had no choice but to spread her legs wider and take it.

  “Mmm, baby,” Thrace murmured, breaking into her illicit thoughts. “You feel ready to move now? Or do you need a little more time to get adjusted?”

  “I…I think I’m ready.” Experimentally, Trin raised herself up so that several inches of his thick cock slid out of he
r pussy. Then she lowered herself back down, moaning as she felt him thrust up hard inside her again. “Oh…” she gasped.

  “That’s right, baby…” Thrace was still lying still though she could feel the tension in every part of his big body as she braced herself on his broad chest and continued to rise and fall. “That’s right—fuck yourself on me…fuck your sweet pussy on my cock. Take me as deep as you can so I can come inside you.”

  “That…that’s what I want,” Trin assured him breathlessly. “But Thrace, I need…need more. Need your help.”

  “Like this you mean, baby?” Gripping her hips in his big hands, he drew back until only the head of his cock was inside her and thrust back firmly.

  “Yes—yes, please!” Trin begged softly. “Oh Goddess, Thrace please!”

  “You like to feel my cock inside you?” he growled, picking up the pace some. “Like to feel me filling you up?”

  “I do!” she admitted, her voice almost a wail. “Part of me still thinks I shouldn’t but it feels so good, so right.”

  “Feels right to me too, baby,” he groaned. “Feels like I belong in you…like you were meant for me. Like we were meant for each other.”

  “I…I feel the same way,” Trin admitted, gasping a little for breath. Already she could feel the wave of pleasure building inside her again, rising like a tidal wave over her head, ready to crash down and fill her to overflowing with intense sensations. She just needed a little something more to help send her over the edge…

  Without thinking about it, she let her fingers drift down to caress her wet, open folds. But before she could really get started, Thrace’s big hand was pushing hers aside.

  “Let me, Mistress,” he growled. “Let me pleasure you while I fill you up.”

  Trin moaned as she felt the broad pad of his thumb begin to circle the throbbing bud of her clit. Goddess, how did he know just how to touch her to make her hot? How did he know just how to make her come?

  “You like that, baby?” he asked softly, rubbing lightly around her swollen clit. “Feels good when I pet your sweet little pussy while we fuck?”

  “Yes…yes,” Trin admitted, unable to help herself. Her hips were rolling in time with his now, catching his rhythm as he thrust into her, helping his shaft get even deeper into her pussy with each stroke. The pleasure inside her was growing exponentially and she knew she couldn’t hold out much longer. “Thrace…” she gasped, rocking against him. “Going to…going to come soon. Can’t help it.”