Protecting His Mistress - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,42

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“Look, the only time anyone is going to be focusing their attention between your legs is when you get presented at the door and I kiss your panties,” Karn said reasonably. “And I’ll be sure nobody can see anything at that time because I’ll hide you while I kiss you.”

“You will?” Lilli looked at the big Kindred gratefully. “Thank you, Karn.”

“You’re more than welcome, little Mistress,” he rumbled. “Do you think we should practice it now?”

“N-now?” Lilli stuttered. Suddenly her heart was bumping against her ribs. “I…I don’t know, Karn.”

“Have to practice sometime,” he pointed out, his eyes half-lidded as he looked again at her barely-covered pussy. “And it’s better to do it now than wait until everyone in a huge crowded ballroom is watching.”

Well, he had a point there, Lilli thought. And hadn’t they planned to let him practice kissing her panties anyway? It was just that she hadn’t known how very small and revealing the formal panties would be when she’d made that plan. Still, Karn was right—it was better to be ready for tonight.

“All right,” she whispered at last. “You…you can practice kissing my panties, Karn. But just my panties,” she added, feeling that it wouldn’t be right to let him kiss any other part of her. She had already gone much further with him than any Mistress ought to go with her bodyslave—it was time to rein things in.

If she could.

The words were scarcely out of her mouth before Karn was sliding off the bed to kneel at her feet. He slipped his big hands into the high front slit of her dress and stroked the backs of her thighs.

“Oh…” Lilli whispered, loving the touch of his big, warm hands.

“Little Mistress,” Karn murmured, sliding his hands up to cup the full globes of her ass. He looked up into her eyes. “Just relax now and let me kiss your panties.”

“Yes, all…all right.” Lilli wished her voice didn’t sound quite so breathless, but she couldn’t seem to help it. Karn was so big and solid and muscular, kneeling before her as he was. He smelled so damn good too—that same spicy scent that seemed to draw her to him. Lilli was afraid if she wasn’t careful, she would go way too far with him.

“Just relax,” Karn repeated, leaning forward to rub his cheek gently against her inner thigh. “And open for me, little Mistress. Open and let me kiss you.”

Lilli noticed that he didn’t say he was going to kiss her panties this time—he’d just said her was going to kiss her. Nevertheless, she did as he asked and spread her thighs, presenting him with both the tiny golden V of her panties and her throbbing pussy with her clit on full display.

With a soft growl, Karn pulled her forward and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the center of her panties. Lilli gasped when she felt the heat of his mouth bathing her clit but since he didn’t actually kiss her there, she didn’t feel she could say anything.

“There.” Karn pulled back and looked up at her. “Did I do it correctly, Mistress?”

“I…I guess so.” Lilli shifted her hips. Her clit was tingling and throbbing worse than ever. It was like that part of her body sensed what had almost happened and was longing for it now.

Karn frowned.

“But I’m not sure I did,” he said. “I felt like maybe my kiss was off center—a little too low. Did you think so, little Mistress?”

Lilli nibbled her lower lip.

“I, um…maybe,” she said at last. “I mean, maybe you could kiss just a little higher.”

“I think you’re right. Let me try again,” Karn rumbled. Cupping her ass in his big hands, he pulled her close again.

This time his kiss landed squarely on her throbbing clit. Lilli gasped but didn’t try to stop him as the hot, wet, warmth surrounded her aching little bud. Karn didn’t try to lick her but she did feel just the tip of his tongue press lightly against her sensitive flesh. The sensation shot sparks of pleasure through her and made her hips buck in response.

“Oh!” she moaned as Karn pulled back at last. For a moment, the tingling between her legs had stopped—it was as though that tiny touch of his tongue had made her feel better, just the way his seed coating her inner folds had helped earlier.

“Gods, so sensitive,” he growled softly, looking up at her. “No wonder you don’t like toys, little Mistress. Your sweet little clit is too delicate