Unleashed by the Defender (Brides of the Kindred #25) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,5
you mustn’t kiss my panties in public unless we’re being announced somewhere!”
The bodyslave lifted his head, his eyes flashing.
“But my Mistress,” he rumbled. “I just love to make my obeisance to you. How else can I show my reverence?”
“Well…” The girl bit her lip. “Maybe…maybe just a little kiss then. If you must.”
“I must.” The bodyslave’s deep voice was a low, needful growl. “Spread your legs, Mistress, and let me show how much I love and respect you.”
With a little moan, the girl did as he said. The bodyslave sat back for a moment, as though savoring the sight of her panty-clad pussy and Imani saw that the panties he was so intent on kissing were tiny. Nothing but a wispy triangle of pink silk covered the girl’s sex.
The tiny triangle had gotten pulled down so that the young Mistress’s plump pussy lips were clearly visible above the lacy edge. They had parted slightly, showing the bud of her clit like a little pink pearl.
“So fucking gorgeous,” the bodyslave growled hoarsely. He met the girl’s eyes for a moment. “Thank you for allowing me to honor you, Mistress.” And then he dived in, his lips landing not on the panties, but on the girl’s sensitive, exposed clit.
“Oh…Oh!” she gasped and wove her fingers through his thick hair. “Oh, Karn—that’s not…not my panties,” she gasped, but Imani noticed she wasn’t making any move to push the huge bodyslave away. In fact, she spread her thighs wider and tilted her hips, as though to give him better access to her pussy.
Nor did the huge bodyslave seem to be in a hurry to finish his “obeisance” to his Mistress. He stayed between her thighs, licking and sucking and even thrusting his tongue deeply into her pussy, clearly intent on driving her right to the edge of orgasm even though the two of them were in the middle of a hotel lobby in public.
It wasn’t until the young Mistress was panting and moaning and seemingly about to come that the bodyslave pulled back, his lips and mouth shiny with her juices.
“Oh…” His Mistress writhed uncomfortably. “Oh Karn, for a minute there when you were paying your obeisance I felt so close,” she told him. “I wish you hadn’t stopped!”
Her bodyslave smiled and licked his lips, clearly savoring her juices.
“I’ll pay my obeisance to you again—much more thoroughly—later, Mistress,” he promised thickly. “Maybe even without your panties in the way.”
“Oh, Karn!” The girl’s blue eyes widened. “I don’t know—what would Mother say about that?”
“She doesn’t need to know,” the bodyslave assured her. “After all, didn’t she buy me for you so that you could have a gentle, obedient male as your first bodyslave? I’m only showing you the proper way a bodyslave acts with his Mistress.”
“You are very gentle and sweet.” The young Mistress stroked his cheek lovingly. “You’re the best bodyslave a girl could ask for as her first, Karn.”
“I’ll be your first in every way, Mistress,” he growled softly, taking her soft little hands in his and kissing the palms. “I’ll teach you everything there is to know about letting your bodyslave pleasure and care for you. I swear it by the Goddess.”
Just at that moment, he turned his head and seemed to catch sight of Imani, who was standing there with her packet clutched to her chest. Imani met the huge bodyslave’s eyes and realized two things.
One, she had been standing there staring at a very intimate moment between him and his Mistress. And two, he was a Kindred—though what kind of Kindred, she couldn’t really tell, since he had mismatched eyes—one gold and one blue. No wonder he was so huge, though!
She looked away hurriedly, embarrassed that she’d been caught staring, but it was too late.
“Excuse me for a moment, Mistress,” the bodyslave murmured to the blonde girl. Coming over to Imani, he bent, as though picking something up from the floor and held out his hand to her. “I think you dropped this, Mistress,” he said and pressed a tiny fingernail-sized drive into her hand.
“Oh… thank you.” Imani stared down at the drive in her palm and then back up into the mismatched eyes of the Kindred warrior. So this was the undercover agent Commander Sylvan had told her to expect. Well, he was certainly playing his part well, she thought dryly. The little blonde Mistress who thought she owned him was obviously completely fooled. She wondered if he really cared for her, or if he was just pretending.