Enslaved

by Evangeline Anderson

  To her surprise it wasn’t cold and hard as she had feared. The heart’s blood stone was warm as blood and while not exactly soft, it was at least very smooth and silky to touch.

  “There, see?” Thrace raised an eyebrow at her. “It’s not so bad, right?”

  “I…guess not,” Trin whispered. “It’s bigger than I thought it was, though.”

  “Only a little bigger than my two fingers,” he murmured reassuringly. “I’m going to slide it into you slowly, Mistress. And while I do, I’m going to stroke your sweet little clit. You just let yourself open up and ride it for me—take it in deep and slow. Let me penetrate you and when you’re ready, let yourself come.”

  Those forbidden words spoken in his deep, soft voice seemed to do something to her insides. Trin felt like she was melting from the waist down and for a moment she actually wished it was Thrace’s shaft that would be sliding deep into her pussy rather than the heart’s blood phallus.

  Don’t be ridiculous, whispered the little voice in her head fiercely. You know that can never be. It would be a slap in the face of the Goddess! Blasphemy!

  Trin pushed the thought away. She didn’t want to feel guilty right now. She just wanted to give in to the sensations Thrace was giving her, give in to the pleasure of letting him touch her and taste her and fill her completely.

  As if reading her feelings on her face, Thrace began to push the carved phallus gently into her open pussy. At the same time, the broad pad of his fingertip began a slow, caressing slide along the side of her swollen clit.

  “Gently, baby,” he murmured, stroking her until Trin felt sparks of pleasure shooting through her entire body. “Watch the shaft enter you. Watch it open that hot little pussy.”

  “Thrace…” she moaned softly as he slid another thick inch inside her.

  “Yes, baby? Does it feel all right?”

  “Feels good,” Trin admitted. “Feels…better than all right.”

  “Just wait until it’s all the way in you.” He pressed in deeper, his fingertip on her clit beginning to speed up. “Wait until you feel it all the way inside you, hitting the back of your channel, filling you up completely.”

  “Will….will it be good?” Trin gasped, her eyes locked with his as he pressed the shaft deeper into her.

  “So good,” Thrace promised. “Better than my fingers…but not as good as my cock.”

  “Your…you mean if you…”

  “If I fucked you for real?” His voice was a deep, lustful growl. “If you allowed yourself to be truly penetrated, Mistress?”

  “But I wouldn’t…I couldn’t…” The forbidden thought was deeply distressing. All the same, her body wasn’t coming down from the physical high he was giving her. In fact, if anything the illicit idea was making her heart race faster and her breath come harder.

  “I know…” Thrace’s eyes were on her, watching her reactions, no doubt judging what she was feeling, gauging how much she wanted to hear. “But just imagine what it would be like,” he murmured, pressing the phallus deeper into her. “Imagine looking down and seeing my cock sliding into your wet, open pussy…filling you…stretching you like this little thing can’t.” He nodded contemptuously at the heart’s blood phallus which was more than halfway inside her right now.

  “Imagine the two of us being so close—imagine me inside you, my arms wrapped around you while you sat on my lap and lowered yourself down, taking me in…taking me at your own pace but taking me deep when you were ready. So fucking deep, baby. All…the way…to the end.”

  As he spoke, Trin felt the head of the heart’s blood shaft kiss the mouth of her womb and she threw back her head and moaned, feeling her pussy contract around the hard shaft inside her.

  “See how good it can feel?” Thrace murmured, his eyes never leaving her face. “Gods, look at your little pussy all stretched open around that shaft. Imagine if that was me, filling you up, getting ready to fuck you so deep…to come deep inside you.”

  “Stop!” Trin gasped. “Oh, Goddess, you know…you know that’s so wrong.”

  But if it was really so wrong, why did her body react so strongly to his hot, dirty words? Why did her hips roll up to meet him…why did her pleasure suddenly reach a peak and explode, making her cry out and ball her hands into fists as her toes curled and her back arched? Why did she come so hard, her pussy gripping the carved heart’s blood phallus and why did she wish so much that it had been Thrace’s shaft that made her come?

  “That’s right, baby,” she heard him said in a low, hungry growl. “That’s right, come for me. Just let yourself go and come for me.”

  Trin had no choice. She couldn’t stop herself—didn’t want to stop herself. She just wanted to ride the crest of pleasure as it washed her away and let her throbbing body explode in a rush of light as Thrace stroked her and talked to her. She just wanted to let go and come for him.

  Chapter Twenty-four

  At last the pleasure seemed to ease and Trin began to float slowly down from the intense orgasm she’d had. Still between her legs, Thrace watched her face for signs that she was coming back to herself.

  Gods, she was beautiful when she came! He couldn’t help replaying the moment of her orgasm in his mind. The way her hands had fisted and her toes had curled—her back arching and her breathing coming in long, breathless moans. Her eyes squeezed shut and her full breasts heaving, her nipples tight points of desire as dark as ripe, luscious berries. And the sight of the heart’s blood phallus buried deep in her pussy—invading her, opening her in the way he wanted to do himself—was incredibly hot.

  So hot that he had come himself at the same time, just from opening her and the slight friction of rubbing against the side of the sleeping platform as he watched her lose control. And as he came, he felt something inside himself changing—shifting irrevocably onto a new path.

  He had reached what some Havoc called the Crux—the point of no return.

  Coming together like that with her sweet honey still on his lips had been what tipped him over the edge, and Thrace knew it. The Crux was what all Havoc males feared and tried to avoid. The irrevocable commitment of mind, body, and soul to a female. It didn’t always happen when a Havoc broke his vow not to seek bonding with a female and gave his heart but when it did, it was undeniable and completely irreversible.

  He’d thought he was lost before but now…now he really was. With the Crux reached, he was completely hers in every way. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to be sorry for it. He was more concerned about Trin.

  He wondered if he had gone too far, speaking his fantasies aloud to her while she was on the brink of coming. And yet, his forbidden words hadn’t seemed to dampen her desire. If anything, it seemed she had come harder and faster once he started talking, started telling her what he wished he could do to her.

  “Thrace?” Her soft voice drew his attention from the blood red phallus still inside her up to her face.

  “Yes?” He looked up at her and saw an expression of uncertainty on her lovely features. “What’s wrong, baby?” he murmured.

  “It’s still in me.” She nodded down at the phallus. “Can you…take it out?”

  “Of course.” He slid the phallus out smoothly and laid it back on the velvet bag. Then, seeing that she needed reassurance, he got on the bed beside her and took her in his arms. “Everything okay?”

  “Now it is.” She nuzzled against him, pressing her soft cheek to his chest and inhaling deeply, taking in his scent. “How do you always know just how to calm me down? How to make me feel good?” she murmured.

  He wondered if he should tell her. Let her know what had happened just now—that he had reached the Crux when they came together.

  “I’m attuned to you now,” he said, trying to keep it simple. “My body is in sync with yours. It knows what you need and strives to give it to you.”

  “What does that mean…attuned?” Trin whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest again. He loved the feel of her in his arms�
�the way she curled against him so trustingly.

  “It means, Mistress, that you’ve broken through my barriers,” he rumbled, looking down at her. “Though it is not the Havoc way, my body is preparing to bond with yours—to tie us together forever.”

  “What? But in order to bond with me you’d have to—” Trin tried to push away from him but he wouldn’t let her.

  “Take it easy, Trin. Yes, in order to bond with you I’d have to penetrate you and fill you with my seed. But you know I’m not going to do that. I’m just telling you what my body is preparing for. That doesn’t mean it’s going to get what it wants.”

  He tried to keep his voice light—to not let her immediate anxiety about the idea of being bound to him hurt him. She doesn’t want to bond with any male, he reminded himself sternly. It’s not just you.

  “But…you wouldn’t really want to do that to me, would you? I mean, physically, sure but not cognitively?” she asked, still looking panicked. “I mean, if what the slaver at the Flesh Bazaar said, that would half your lifetime and you don’t want that.”

  “That’s not exactly how it works,” he said, frowning. “But no—I don’t want that. Not if you don’t.”

  “You know how I feel about it,” Trin said quickly. “I agreed to let you use your…your tongue and fingers. And the phallus. Nothing else.”

  “Nothing else,” Thrace echoed. “And that was what I did—I kept strictly to the rules you laid down, Mistress. I would never penetrate you if you were unwilling to be penetrated. I have sworn as much to you before.”

  “All right. Well then…”

  “I was simply telling you why I know how to comfort you…why I know what your body needs almost before you need it. It’s because my body is attuned to yours—ready to do anything necessary to make you mine.”

  “And this just happened? I mean, the way your body…wants mine?” She sounded uncertain but not quite as frightened which was good.

  Thrace sighed. “We call it the Crux—the point of no return. It’s been coming on for a while—I knew it but I couldn’t seem to stop it. Sucking your nipples last night and making you come, then holding you in my arms as we slept…all of that contributed. And now, licking you and touching you…tasting your honey right from the source…penetrating you with the shaft… All of that and watching you come made me so fucking hot that I came too. That last was probably the trigger.” He shook his head. “And now I know I’m lost.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Meaning, I’m yours, Mistress. I would do anything for you…and hold nothing back.”

  He meant it too—he hoped she could see it in his eyes. There was nothing he wouldn’t do, nothing he wouldn’t give. She had been his mistress in name only before this, but something had changed when she trusted herself to him, when she allowed him to penetrate her with his tongue and taste her honey right from the source. And when he came with her, his fate was sealed and the Crux was reached.

  Now there was no longer any pretense about it—she truly was his mistress and would be always, even if they concluded this deal and he never saw her again. He was hers—her slave in spirit and body as well as in name. Truly, it was the worst thing that could happen to a Havoc and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to feel upset about it.

  We do not bond, he thought, stroking her hair as he looked into her lovely dark eyes. But oh, Mistress…oh, Trin…if only you would let me I would do it—I would bond you to me, bind us together forever as one…

  Trin seemed to understand his meaning because her eyes grew wide and a soft “Oh…” escaped her lips. “Thrace,” she murmured, looking up at him. “Thrace, I—”

  “Well, isn’t this a touching scene.”

  The new voice in the room made both of them jump. Thrace was up in a heartbeat, looking around for the intruder, ready to defend his female.

  “I’m here.” The blue viewscreen flickered, showing the face of Lady Tam-tam looking at them.

  “What in the Seven Hells?” Thrace got between the screen and Trin, trying to hide her nakedness.

  “Don’t bother yelling at me, slave—these rooms aren’t wired for sound,” their hostess said. “Dear me, no! I like to give my guests some privacy. I just wanted to tell you that I quite enjoyed the show you just put on and invite you to my private viewing room for a, ah…little proposition.”

  “Her private viewing room?” Trin looked at him and then frowned at the viewscreen. “Why does she want us there?”

  “You can come at once,” Lady Tam-tam said, before Thrace could speculate. “And please keep things quiet—I don’t want everyone knowing about my little viewing hobby.” She giggled like a naughty school girl. “Just follow these directions…” A set of complicated directions that seemed to involve a lot of back passages and hidden staircases flashed up on the screen. “And I’ll see you in a few minutes. Bye!”

  The screen went dark and Lady Tam-tam was gone.

  * * * * *

  “What does she want with us? And was she really watching everything we did just now?” Trin felt sick with embarrassment at the thought. She knew cognitively that they were under surveillance but knowing it and having it rubbed in her face were two different things. For some reason since it wasn’t night time and the viewscreen hadn’t been glowing blue she’d thought they had complete privacy. Apparently not, whispered the little voice in her brain sarcastically.

  “I don’t think we have a choice.” Thrace frowned, his face like a thundercloud. He looked at her. “I think we have to go.”

  “I think so too,” Trin admitted. “Um…just let me get dressed.”

  “I need to change too.” He looked down at the black loincloth which was sticking to him. “Need to get cleaned up.”

  Trin bit her lip as she saw the evidence of what he’d said—that he had come at the same time she did and it had somehow tied him to her. I’m attuned to you now, he’d said. You’ve broken through my barriers.

  How had she done that? And was it a good thing or a bad thing that it had happened?

  Before she could answer her own question, Thrace was getting off the bed and going to the fresher to change into a new pair of black leather slave trousers. Trin huddled on the bed, still thinking.

  He had admitted he wanted to bond with her—and had further admitted that in order to form such a bond he would have to penetrate her with his shaft and come inside her. Of course, he had promised not to do that, but still, just the fact that he wanted to made her uneasy.

  Is that what’s really making you nervous? asked the snarky little voice in her head. Or is it the fact that the idea of him penetrating you with his shaft doesn’t seem so horrifying or awful as it once did? Admit it, Trin—when he was whispering how he wanted to fill you with himself, it was making you incredibly hot. So hot it made you come with that damn phallus inside you!

  She blushed with shame at the memory but not all the blood rushing to her cheeks was due to guilt. She had to confess to herself that some of it was sexual desire—the forbidden image Thrace had put into her head still made her hot, no matter how hard she tried to push it away.

  She was still huddled in the center of the sleeping platform in a ball when the big Havoc came back into the room looking clean and refreshed.

  “Mistress?” He frowned at her. “Are you all right?”

  “I…I’m fine,” Trin lied.

  “No, you’re not. What is it? Why aren’t you ready?” He sat beside her on the bed and put a hand on her knee.

  “I…” Trin sat up, her nerves tingling from his touch. “I just…”

  “Oh, I see the problem.” Her thighs had fallen open when she sat up and Thrace looked between her legs with half-lidded eyes.

  “What problem?” Trin looked down at herself and saw to her deep embarrassment that her bare pussy and inner thighs were still wet and slippery with her juices.

  “How can you get ready if I haven’t done my duty and cleaned you up as a good slave should?” Thrace rumbled. “F
orgive me, Mistress—allow me to make amends.”

  “You…you don’t have to. I don’t—”

  Before she could finish he was crouched between her legs, lapping her inner thighs with long, slow strokes of his hot, wet tongue.

  “Thrace!” she protested. “You don’t have to do that!”

  “Of course, I do.” He looked up for a moment, his eyes blazing. “It was remiss of me not to do it earlier. A good slave always cleans his Mistress after giving her pleasure.”

  “We don’t have time for this. We have to go,” Trin protested. She tangled her fingers in his thick, blue-black hair, wanting to push him away but somehow she couldn’t seem to do it. His tongue on her skin felt too good…too right.

  Thrace put a hand on her trembling belly and stroked her soothingly.

  “Lay back, Mistress and let me tend to you,” he murmured. “It will only take a moment and then we’ll get you dressed and ready to go.”

  I shouldn’t…And yet somehow, she was.

  Uncertainly, Trin allowed herself to relax back against the pillows and watch as he spread her legs wide for the second time and went to work again, cleaning the honey from her thighs with long, slow strokes of his tongue. He cleaned them thoroughly and then lapped her pussy as well, dragging the flat of his tongue over her swollen outer lips gently but firmly, making her squirm and moan.

  “Thrace,” she whispered breathlessly. “You really don’t have to…”

  “But I want to.” He looked up and, catching her eyes with his, parted her cleft with his thumbs. “Have to clean you everywhere, Mistress,” he murmured and gave her a long, slow lick that started at the entrance of her pussy and ended at the top of her slit.

  Trin jumped and moaned as his hot tongue dragged over the tender bump of her clit. She knew she shouldn’t let him do this. Earlier it had been necessary—she’d had to let him lick her in order to loosen her up enough to take the phallus inside her pussy. But she had no such excuse now—no excuse but that she loved the feel of his hot mouth between her thighs.