“I’ve been very happy. Always.”
“Even at that party of Lord Ceylik’s?”
Melsint laughed softly. “Yes, and don’t listen to Beni carry on. I like all that tension and then its release. And so does he! With a good master, every bit of it feels exciting and delicious.”
“Mine—he likes to spank me. And I find I don’t mind it, except for the first time which was a hard punishment for something I did that was very bad. Otherwise though, I think it’s made me want and like him more. Is that strange?”
“Not at all. I feel the same way.”
* * *
Linc returned from the owners’ gym, preoccupied with thoughts of the “athletic extreme” obstacle course he’d finished in record time. Everyone had stopped to watch him run it and then had come over to congratulate him. He’d shrugged it off, almost slipping and saying it was ridiculous to get excited about that when the only real test of strength and endurance was on a battlefield or during a mission that could end in death. Or when incarcerated in a prison colony of warring factions who would only join forces to kill a warrior interloper.Him.He’d survived the Wilds and more. He didn’t say so. He left his disguise in place. Wealthy men from First Federation planets could not understand his life. No one could.
All these games he was playing, including hiding out with his beautiful stolen student, were just that. Beneath he was a warrior, not a wealthy master training his property. Not that he wasn’t enjoying playing with her…any activity that allowed him to touch Gissandre suited him well. Also, he came from a line that prized dominance in men and sassy submissiveness in women. The chemistry between himself and Gissandre was likely inborn. He wondered whether it was the reason her sister Zawri had needed so little time to adjust to being taken as a handmaiden on a Canypscan pirate ship?
He soaped his body in the bath cavern and frowned. Gissandre brought up her sister and concerns about her sister’s welfare often. He’d been able to distract her, but the longer he kept his knowledge of Zawri’s location a secret, the more it became equal to a lie.
He would not apologize for his part in seeing Zawri imprisoned on the Canypscan ship. His only real interest in capturing her at the time was in finding out where Gissandre was.
However, Zawri had supported Gissandre’s lies on Orius and added to them. She’d done that to protect her sister, but she’d been a party to his incarceration in the Wilds, nonetheless. And that had left the ship he was hired out to without its warrior crew member. So she’d had a price to pay back, just as Giss did.
Linc had reason to believe she’d fared well as a handmaiden. She’d apparently bewitched his friend Tok who’d come to Junistar to ask for leniency for Gissandre on Zawri’s behalf. Linc valued loyalty and caring in families. He’d commuted Zawri’s sentence, so by now she was likely free. But, of course, he hadn’t agreed to let Giss go unpunished. Making her his for seven months or longer…well, nothing mattered more to him.
He thought about Gissandre’s reactions since he’d stormed into her life. During his spankings, she’d opened herself up to the complicated pain-laced arousal. She hadn’t reacted as well to the facility’s interventions. Was forcing discipline and order into Giss’s life a good thing, as the doctor had said? Or was he just indulging his own desires?
He’d give this trial a few more days to make things clear. He also needed to decide whether to take her pussy’s virginity. He burned to and told her he would, but his conscience said that should be left to the man she committed her life to, since that was important in her culture. She wanted a life on Orius with its restrictive laws regarding marriage. He didn’t know enough about Orium law. Could it be broken, he wondered, without her forfeiting her family land? He frowned. Their people had lost Linzir, and it was always a source of regret. Linc wanted Giss, but he wouldn’t force her into a position that cost her a family legacy.
There were good alternatives to conventional sex. Those would have to satisfy him for now. Coming out of the bath chamber, he was ready to send a summons for her, but then saw the message that her handler was bringing her. When the door slid open, he wasn’t prepared for the way she’d been transformed.
Silver-studded cat’s ears rose from a headband. Artistic makeup gave her slanted eyes, a feline nose, and sparkling whiskers. She wore silken knitted arm and leg stockings with paws. And there, rising from her pert ass was a long, puffy white tail that matched her glossy hair. A chain leash trailed down from studded collar around her neck. And the pretty studded rings in her nipples had tiny bell charms hanging from them.
The towel he’d been using to dry his hair froze, and his cock stiffened with intense appreciation.
She came to him, in a sexy, languid crawl and bent her head to lick the water from the top of his foot, while keeping her back arched and her rear raised. Her sandpapery tongue licked his foot over and over before moving to a spot on his calf.
He exhaled audibly, trying to find his breath.
“Enjoy,” Eco said knowingly, before he backed out of the room and closed the door.
Unable to tear his eyes from her, Linc stroked his cock hard. She made kittenish sounds as she licked his leg in a leisurely fashion. He squeezed his cock, trying to slow himself down because he was dangerously close to coming.
She rose up, nipping playfully at his sac before licking and sucking his balls.
“Sit back, kitty. I want to come in your mouth.”
She did as ordered, holding her pawed hands up as if begging for a treat as he opened her mouth.
Dead fucking realms.
He continued to stroke himself, giving her only the head, pumping come into her waiting mouth, watching it coat her tongue between swallows. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Every drop. Now clean me, kitty cat.”
She licked and sucked his cock clean before licking her own lips. When he finally finished, she leaned forward and kissed his cock and then the flat of his belly just above it.
A desire to keep her forever raged through him. It wasn’t the first time he’d wanted it, but it had never overwhelmed him the way it did now. He exhaled, putting his hands on his head and dragging his eyes up to the ceiling. He’d need a minute. Or a damned lifetime to get over the urge.
“Gissandre,” he husked. “You’re stunning. But it’s almost time for the party, so you’d better change outfits.”
“They—my pet friends—thought I should spend the whole night as your kitty cat,” she whispered.
