Protecting His Mistress - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,43

for anything rough.”

“You’re…you’re not supposed to be kissing my…kissing me there,” Lilli pointed out breathlessly. “You’re just supposed to be kissing my panties.”

“Do you want me to stop then?” Karn arched an eyebrow at her.

“I…” Lilli bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she confessed softly. “No one has ever kissed me there before.”

“I know, baby.” His voice got deep and soft. “So why not let me be the first?”

Lilli almost said yes but then a stern little voice—a voice that sounded a lot like her mother’s—spoke up in her head.

You have to stop this, Lilliana, it said. Look at the way you’ve been acting ever since you got this bodyslave! You’ve let him suck your nipples and stroke your pussy—you even let him penetrate you with his fingers! What’s next? Will you let him put his tongue inside you? His shaft? You know that’s forbidden! You’re going farther and farther down a road you can’t retrace, no matter how hard you try. Stop now while you still can!

“We shouldn’t,” Lilli said, listening to the little voice. “It’s going too far.”

He raised an eyebrow at her again.

“And having me shoot my cum on your pussy wasn’t too far?”

“That was different,” Lilli protested. “I…I had to wash you—wash your shaft. You’re my bodyslave and I have to take care of you—that’s all.” She lifted her chin. “You have to understand that we have a certain relationship—one that can only go so far in…in a certain direction,” she ended, rather lamely.

His face darkened.

“Your bodyslave. That’s right—that’s all I am.” Suddenly he straightened up to tower over her at his full height. “Forgive me, Mistress,” he said in a cold, formal tone. “I didn’t mean to overstep the boundaries between us.”

“Oh, Karn…” Lilli didn’t know what to say. She felt terrible—clearly she had offended him. “Karn—” she tried again but he only shook his head.

“No, it’s all right, Mistress. I understand. Do you have anything else you want me to do for you right now?”

“No,” Lilli said miserably. “I…I guess you can go, if you want to.”

“I’ll be in the kitchens, helping H’rare prepare for your Midday Meal,” Karn told her.

Then he turned and left the bedroom, leaving Lilli to feel miserable and upset without him.

Twenty-Four

Just a bodyslave—that’s all I am to her, Karn thought angrily, as he sat in the back of the hover-ship that was flying them to the awards ceremony at the Zangelo Building.

He and Lilli hadn’t said a word to each other, even while they were getting dressed. She had put on her outfit without help from him and Karn, likewise, had oiled his own shaft and put on the stay-hard strap he was required to wear along with the crotchless bodyslave leather trousers. There had been a mutual, silent agreement not to talk after their earlier encounter and Karn hadn’t been willing to break it.

Damn it, why did her words hurt him so? He hadn’t known the curvy little female that long and he had no intention of staying with her. So why should he care that she’d put the brakes on what was happening between them?

Or maybe nothing was happening between them—maybe he’d just convinced himself that it was. And maybe he was getting way off track—focusing on Lilli instead of his mission. He’d never had a female affect him this strongly before—never been so preoccupied that he’d been willing to stay in a dangerous situation, even after his mission was technically done.

What was wrong with him?

“Maybe I’m crazy,” Karn muttered to himself.

At the muted sound of his voice, he saw Lilli’s eyes dart up to the rear-viewer. She was sitting with her mother in the seat ahead of his, while he was sitting in the bodyslave compartment at the back.

Their gazes locked for a moment and he saw mute misery in her big brown eyes before she dropped them again and looked away.

That one look said it all—and it melted his heart.

She’s just a kid, Karn thought to himself. She might be of age but she’s been raised in such a restrictive environment that she can’t help but be naïve. She’s caught between her strict upbringing, the hedonistic Yonnite lifestyle she’s expected to embrace now, and me.

He felt like a jerk. No wonder Lilli was confused. He saw now that she hadn’t meant to hurt him. They had been moving awfully fast, considering how long they’d known each other—not to mention their proscribed relationship as Mistress and bodyslave. It wasn’t surprising that she’d backed off and he