“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
back and running her fingers through his thick, light brown hair soothingly. “I won’t use a whip on your upper back—we’ll consider that a hard limit.”
“A hard limit?” He met her eyes in the 3-D viewer which was on the wall opposite them. “What in the Seven Hells is that?”
“A line you absolutely won’t cross,” Neh’sa told him. “And as your Mistress, I promise I won’t cross it either.” She came around to face him again and looked into his eyes directly. “That’s my vow to you, Thorn. I give you my word I won’t whip or strike your upper back in either punishment or play—that area is off limits.”
His eyes went wide and then softened somewhat.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he murmured. “That’s…kind of you.”
Neh’sa could feel the emotional turmoil talking about the scars had brought up for him. Though he claimed that pain didn’t bother him she could tell it did and he had a lot of it—so much pain—bottled so tightly up inside that big, beautiful, muscular, scarred body.
Wanting to comfort him, she rubbed her right nipple against his lips—an open invitation this time.
Thorn frowned, not taking the bait.
“Are you testing me again, Mistress?” he demanded, his deep voice suddenly hoarse.
“No, comforting you. And rewarding you for telling me something that was hard to tell.” She stroked his cheek and looked into his eyes. “Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me, Thorn.”
“You’re welcome, Mistress. Thank you for caring.”
He parted his lips but instead of sucking her nipple, he sent out the tip of his tongue to swirl around her tight peak, making Neh’sa moan softly with pleasure. Thorn’s eyes grew half-lidded with desire and he took her pink nub very gently between his teeth and tugged before at last, sucking her hard and deep into his mouth.
Neh’sa gave a little gasp and reached up to tangle one hand in the thick hair at the back of his head. Gods, his mouth on her felt good!
When was the last time she’d used her own body as a training tool for a new slave? Honestly, she couldn’t remember. She normally called in a body substitute when she wanted to allow a submissive to practice pleasuring his future Mistress on actual female anatomy. But somehow it felt good—right—to allow Thorn to practice on her own body in this case.
It’s only my nipples, she told herself, feeling breathless as he released her right peak and began on the left. He’s only sucking my nipples. I’ll call in the substitute for everything else—especially when I want to assess his oral skills.
She could just imagine how dangerous letting Thorn get his tongue between her legs would be. The big Kindred had already expressed an interest in tasting her there and in her experience the males who genuinely wanted to go down on a female were the best at it. Such pleasure could easily get addictive and cause her to form an emotional attachment—something she definitely didn’t want since she was going to be selling Thorn to another Mistress at the end of his training cycle.
“That’s enough.” She heard the breathless note in her own voice as she withdrew from him at last. Looking down, she saw that both of her nipples were dark red from the suction of his hot mouth and shivered. Enough indeed.
“Thank you, Mistress for comforting me.” Thorn’s eyes were heavy-lidded with lust and his voice had a cocky note in it.
Neh’sa could practically read his mind.
He thinks because he got such a reaction from me he now has the upper hand. Thinks he’s the one in the driver’s seat, even though I have him chained up.
It was that damn Alpha pride coming out again—she would have to do something about it. Time to take her new sub down a notch.
Leaning over, she reached between his thighs and grasped the long, hard club of his cock in both hands. She needed both hands to encircle it—though the Kindred wasn’t as freakishly huge as Lady Wraith’neck’s Clopsian had been, he certainly was on the extra-extra-large side. Neh’sa couldn’t even imagine trying to take such a huge shaft between her thighs—just the thought of it made her shiver.
Then she realized where her mind was going and she frowned. Why was she even imagining allowing the big Kindred to penetrate her? She hadn’t allowed any male but Heloth to do such a thing and that had been so long ago, before she learned the hard way that such forbidden pleasure led to deep attachments and love…as well as unbearable pain when that love was taken away.
Thorn’s big body shivered under her touch and he let out a low groan as Neh’sa stroked him, the cool leather of her black gloves whispering over his straining flesh.
“Gods, Mistress—are you punishing me again or is this another reward?”
“Neither.” Neh’sa smiled at him. “I just wanted to gauge your reaction. And this is part of your training—a good body-slave must get used to having his Mistress’s hands all over his body any time it pleases her to touch him.”
“It pleases me too,” he growled as she reached lower to cup the heavy sac of his testicles in one palm and weigh them considering. “Feels fucking amazing and those leather gloves are driving me crazy.”
“Hmm…” Neh’sa nodded. “So you like giving up control of your body as long as I’m bringing you pleasure.”
He shrugged, as well as he was able with his arms still chained above his head.
“I guess so.”
“But what if the pleasure is not so…comfortable? Not so familiar?”
Going to another drawer in her equipment dresser, Neh’sa pulled out a small tube of clear ointment and tucked it into the pocket of her robe. Walking around to Thorn’s broad back again, she began to stroke him from his shoulders all the way down to his tight, firm ass.
He tensed at first and looked at her warily in the 3-D viewer as her hands traveled over his body.
“What are you up to, Mistress?”
“This.” Neh’sa adjusted the kneeling stool he was on to widen his stance and raise him up a little for easier access. Then she began kneading his buttocks, which went hard as a rock under her fingers.
“Uh, Neh’sa…” he began, his deep voice sounding uncertain.
“Mistress,” she corrected him sternly. “I notice you seem to have some trouble remembering that at times, Thorn, but I am always your Mistress. It’s not proper for you to call me by my first name without my title before it.”
“Well I don’t think what you’re doing back there is very proper either,” he growled as Neh’sa squirted a dollop from the small tube she’d tucked in her robe pocket onto one gloved finger. “What are you doing, anyway?”
“Inspecting you. Unclench, if you please Thorn.” She stroked along the furrow of his ass, causing him to clench even harder.
“Mistress…” His voice sounded deeply uncertain.
“Thorn…” She met his eyes in the viewer before them and made her voice gentle but stern. “I just want to touch you. Have you ever been touched here before? Has someone hurt you in the past?”
“No. Never that.” He shook his head and she could tell he was telling the truth. So no past sexual abuse—that was a relief, especially after seeing how horribly he’d been tortured with the blood-snails and the fire-whip.
“In that case,” she said, “I really need to touch you here.”
“Why?” he asked stubbornly, frowning at her in the viewer.
Neh’sa sighed. “You know that the Mistresses of Yonnie Six often penetrate their body-slaves. Some do it for pleasure, others use it as a form of punishment—we call it ‘giving a slave the rod.’”
“I know they do that here,” he admitted grudgingly.
“So you know that you’ll have to endure it—have to get used to it eventually.”
“You swore to me you wouldn’t penetrate me—wouldn’t fuck me—until I begged for it,” he pointed out harshly. “And I’m not begging for it, Mistress—not one damn bit.”
“Which is why I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Thorn,” Neh’sa murmured in his ear. Though he claimed to hate the i
dea, she could feel the shiver that went through his big body at her soft words and her warm breath against the side of his neck. “But I do need you to get used to at least being touched here.”
“You…do?” he asked haltingly. “And that’s all you’ll do? Just…just touch me?”
“I promise,” Neh’sa purred softly. She thought of how he’d said penetration was just another form of torture he could endure if he had to. But she didn’t want her new slave to think of it like that. She wanted him to give his body to her freely—this was the first step on that long, long road. The question was, would he be willing to take it?
“Well…” Thorn muttered.
Neh’sa could feel his resolve weakening and his buttocks weren’t quite so tightly clenched.
“Please, Thorn,” she whispered in his ear. “Let me show you that I don’t intend to hurt you. Give up just a little of your control and let me touch you. Trust me.”
With a low groan he at last relaxed his lower body.
“All right, Mistress,” he murmured, his voice slightly ragged. “Touch me.”
“That’s good—very good, Thorn.”
Gently, Neh’sa reached between his firm cheeks and found the tight, puckered rosebud there. She rubbed the slippery ointment around and around, tracing the little ring of muscle and watching Thorn’s face in the viewer as she did so, gauging his reactions.
At first there was a muscle in his square jaw that jumped and tensed but after a time, when she kept rubbing without doing anything else, his strong features smoothed out some.
“Good,” Neh’sa murmured again. With the hand that wasn’t caressing his rosebud, she reached around his muscular body and grasped the long, hard shaft of his cock.
Thorn groaned as she began to pump him while she continued to stroke his nether-entrance.
“Gods, Mistress—that’s not fair!” he groaned.
“I’m just showing you how pleasurable this particular part of your body can be, Thorn,” she murmured in his ear. “And there’s even more pleasure to be had if I do this.”