Protecting His Mistress - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,53

Come on—I’ll show you.”

She led the way back into the large bedchamber and its huge round bed but Lilli hung back, her heart pounding unhappily against her ribs.

“Go on, little Mistress,” Karn murmured to her. He was working rapidly with the cube, presumably recording the other information they had wanted to save. “I’m right behind you.”

“Let’s just leave,” Lilli murmured, reaching down to scoop up her discarded panties. “I’ll tell Mother I have a headache and I need to go home early. We can call a transport.”

“Suits me.” Karn rose from the chair. “We got what we came for.” He leaned closer and murmured in her ear, “And I’d like to finish what we started—this time without an audience.”

Lilli couldn’t agree more. Despite the embarrassment of being discovered by Priss and her gang, she was still throbbing with unfulfilled need. As unobtrusively as she could, she peeked around the doorway. Priss and the other three girls had all settled themselves on their stomachs, lying on the long furry pillows and were in the act of pulling up their skirts.

They look distracted, Lilli thought hopefully. Maybe Karn and I can just walk out past them.

Moving as quietly as she could, she started to sneak out of the strange bedchamber. But before she had gone three steps, Priss called out,

“If you leave now, Lilliana, I’ll tell your mother and my mother and everyone on the Sacred Seven exactly why your bodyslave appears to be so well trained.”

“What…what do you mean?” Lilli froze in her tracks.

“I mean, if you’re letting him lick your pussy without your panties on, no wonder he acts like he loves you and wants to serve you,” Priss snapped, looking over her shoulder. “Now come here!”

Lilli walked over to her unwillingly.

“What do you want?” she asked, not sure what else to say.

“Why, I only want you to join in the fun!” Priss gave her a glittering smile that looked about as real as plastigold. “Pick a pillow and join the friction party.”

“Oh, but…but I couldn’t do that!” Lilli exclaimed. “I mean, did you see that vid? I think those Mistresses might have been letting their bodyslaves penetrate them!”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Priss snapped. “Their bodyslaves weren’t penetrating them—they were simply rubbing against them. That’s the point of the friction sleeves they were all wearing. They position their shafts between their Mistress’s pussy and the pillow and just rub.”

“Oh…” Lilli murmured. That made sense, she supposed. No wonder the colorful sleeves the bodyslaves had been wearing over their shafts had all had nubs or studs or raised bumps on them—it was to stimulate their Mistresses when they rubbed against them.

“So that’s what we’re going to do? Let our bodyslaves rub their shafts against our pussies?” Bodie asked, frowning.

“Exactly.” Priss smiled that fake smile of hers again. “We’re going to do it exactly as the older Mistresses do! They think we’re too young to have fun but what do they know?”

“But Priss,” Yulla said timidly. “Our bodyslaves don’t have friction sleeves. So won’t they be rubbing their bare shafts against our bare pussies?”

“And isn’t direct contact between a bodyslave’s shaft and his Mistress’s pussy against the law?” Beelie asked.

“Shut up and stop being so stuffy!” Priss snapped at all of them. “Haven’t you ever wondered what direct flesh-to-flesh contact feels like? If it’s against the law, it must feel good!”

“Better than a toy?” Bodie asked, frowning.

“We’ll find out, won’t we?” Priss said. “Come on—this is going to be fun! We don’t need friction sleeves to enjoy ourselves. And you…” she pointed at Lilli. “Pick a pillow and get into position. We’re about to have the time of our lives and I don’t want you missing it.”

“But we shouldn’t!” Lilli protested, although she kind of wanted to. But not in front of all the other girls—she would much rather have done this kind of thing alone with Karn in the privacy of her own bedchamber.

“Well, you shouldn’t have been letting your bodyslave lick your pussy without your panties on, either,” Priss said, smiling at her meanly. “Now get on the pillow or I’m telling your mother!”

Lilli exchanged a helpless glance with Karn. What else could they do but comply? Going as far as she could from Priss, Lilli found a long, furry, magenta pillow and lowered herself down on it.

The soft fur seemed to rub and tease her nipples—which were still bare and encircled with the nipple drops that matched her dress. It tickled the bare mound of her pussy too and she