back home, all the walls were mirrored. Every…single…one.
Still clutching her discarded nightdress to her chest, Alli let out a shaky breath as she looked at the multiple images of herself and the big Kru’ell One reflected again and again and again.
“This…is a lot,” she said, shaking her head.
“Too much?” He raised an eyebrow. “Then fix it.”
“Oh—you mean the, uh, speech to matter transference thing?”
He nodded.
“No mirrors,” Alli said at once.
Immediately all the walls were an opaque gray.
Kane frowned.
“No—that’s not enough. I want to show you yourself.” He raised his voice. “Mirrors on one wall,” he directed.
Immediately the wall in front of them was suddenly floor-to-ceiling mirrors again. Alli gave a little gasp but she wasn’t quite as startled this time. Could it be she was getting used to this?
“Now, look…” Kane was suddenly behind her with his big, warm hands on her shoulders. “Let go of this,” he murmured, tugging at the nightshirt still clutched in her hands. “See yourself, Allisandra. See yourself as I see you.”
Alli didn’t want to see—but it didn’t seem she had much choice. Slowly, she let him slide the nightshirt out of her hands until her fingers were empty. She kept her arms crossed over her breasts for a moment…then slowly let them drop.
“See?” Kane murmured in her ear. “Beautiful.”
Her reflection didn’t look all that gorgeous to Alli. She liked her breasts well enough—they were still pretty perky with their dark pink nipples. But her tummy wasn’t as firm as she would like and her hips and ass were much too large.
“If you say so,” she muttered, feeling embarrassed.
“I do, baby. Now…see yourself as I see you.” Kane’s gravelly voice was soft in her ear. Gently but firmly, he put his hands on either side of her head and placed his fingertips on her temples.
Something happened to Alli’s vision. It flickered for a moment—as though all the lights had gone out for a split second. But before she could get worried or upset, she looked at her reflection again. What she saw made her draw in a deep breath.
Her curves were luscious, her breasts were full, her nipples were taut, pink peaks that looked deliciously suckable. Her long red hair flowed around her shoulders like a river of fire and her eyes were like emeralds. She really was beautiful.
“Wow…” Her voice was shaky. “How did you do that? And is this really how you see me?”
“Of course.” Kane smiled and ran his hands down her shoulders and along her arms until they landed on her hips. He was still standing behind her but Alli no longer thought their reflections looked so very mismatched. Her own curvy body seemed to compliment his muscular frame. They were like the very definition of male and female—hard and soft… angular and curvilinear.
Perfect.
“That’s right, perfect,” Kane murmured in her ear. “You’re gorgeous, Allisandra. And now that you can finally see how beautiful your body is, I’m going to wash it. Going to wash you all over and get you nice and clean, baby. And you’re going to open yourself and let me do it.”
Ten
“Um…” Alli wasn’t sure what to say to that. “I…I can wash myself,” she offered, lifting her chin. “There’s no need for you to, uh, go to the trouble.”
Kane frowned down at her.
“You have to get used to my hands on your body, Allisandra. I’m going to be touching you everywhere while you’re with me.”
“I…I don’t want you to,” Alli whispered. But it was a lie and she knew it even as she spoke it. That deep throbbing had begun again between her thighs—the need that she’d felt earlier with Douglas—the itch he had failed to scratch was back. Why was that?
“Because you have needs—needs I’m bringing to the forefront of your mind,” Kane murmured to her. “They’ll get worse too, you’ll see. You’ll not only get used to my hands and mouth on you—by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for my touch.”
Alli lifted her chin.
“Don’t you think that’s kind of arrogant of you?”
Her defiance only made him smile.
“You’ll see what I mean a little later, baby. For now, it’s time for your bath.”
Alli bit her lip, feeling hot and uncertain all over again.
“Where are you going to wash me?”
“Everywhere,” he said firmly. “But to start with, in the bathing pool. Go on—get in.” He gave a nod towards the large, oval bathing pool in the center of the room. Reluctantly, Alli went to it and looked in. It looked deep and she