Unleashed by the Defender (Brides of the Kindred #25) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,52

Nightwalker rumbled. “You’re very kind, Mistress.”

Imani sighed in appreciation as he worked his way down her body, kneading and stroking and caressing, finding the lines of tension and working them away with his powerful hands. She didn’t even flinch when he got to her ass and began squeezing and rubbing—by that time she felt like her body was made of Jell-O.

“Part your legs please, Mistress, so that I can massage your inner thighs,” J’are directed her.

“Okay,” Imani murmured. Obligingly, she spread her legs and moaned softly as he caressed and massaged her inner thighs. It didn’t escape her notice that the new position gave the big Nightwalker a clear view of her pussy, hidden only by the tiny, thin string of her suit. As he rubbed her inner thighs, she could feel her outer pussy lips parting, no doubt letting him see her inner folds. But his big hands felt so sensual and right on her body, that she didn’t care. She just wanted the delicious sensation of him massaging her to go on and on.

“Mistress,” J’are murmured at last. “Now might be a good time to ask if you want special treatments performed on you.”

“Special…treatments?” Imani frowned. “What does that mean? Special treatments where?”

“Why, of all the most sensitive parts of your body, of course,” J’are murmured. “Shall I show you what I mean?”

“Okay,” Imani murmured. “I…I guess that would be all right.”

“Very good, Mistress.” The big Nightwalker left his position at the foot of the table and came back to the head of it. He knelt down and reached under the table. Soon, Imani felt both her breasts cupped in his big, warm hands.

“Oh,” she whispered, but didn’t try to pull away or protest. She simply moaned in appreciation as J’are gave her a very gentle breast massage, kneading her heavy globes with his long fingers.

“Are you enjoying your special treatments, Mistress?” he rumbled.

“Mmm-hmm,” Imani agreed.

“Good. But for this next part, I’m afraid I must pull your suit to the side.”

“You… you do? But it’s barely there, already,” she protested. “I mean, those little patches barely cover my, uh, nipples.” Her voice dropped low with embarrassment.

“But it is your Goddess peaks that I need to have access to in order to perform the last part of your upper special treatment,” J’are told her. “I promise I’ll be gentle, Imani,” he added in a soft voice.

“All right,” Imani heard herself say. “You can…can move my suit if you need to, J’are.’

“Thank you for trusting me,” he murmured and then Imani felt the tiny cloth triangles shift away from her nipples, leaving them completely bare.

She had expected that maybe J’are would squeeze or massage her tender peaks, but he surprised her with his gentleness. Instead of taking her nipples between his fingers, he began a very light circling with his fingertips. Starting at the outer ring of her areolas, he began to circle inward until at last he was brushing lightly over her sensitive peaks.

The barely-there touch was surprisingly erotic. Imani felt her nipples get even harder and she moaned softly as J’are continued to caress her. When he finally did begin to lightly pinch and tug on her tight peaks, she moaned aloud with pleasure.

“Oh, J’are! That feels…feels so good,” she told him breathlessly.

“I’m very happy you’re enjoying your upper special treatment, Mistress,” he rumbled, still working on her. “Would you enjoy an additional oral massage?”

“An oral massage?” Imani whispered. “I don’t…I’m not sure I understand.”

“Allow me to demonstrate,” J’are growled.

He raised the table so that his face was on the level of her breasts. Tilting his head up, he captured one of her throbbing nipples between his lips and sucked it deeply into his mouth.

“Ohhhhh,” Imani moaned as sparks of pleasure ran straight from her nipple down to her throbbing pussy. “Oh, J’are! That feels amazing but, well, I’m not sure that we should…”

“But why, Mistress?” he murmured, allowing her nipple to slip from between his lips at last. “After all, it’s still just part of the massage process here on Yonnie Six.”

“Well, when you put it that way…I guess it’s not so bad,” Imani heard herself saying. “I suppose you can go on.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he growled and sucked her other aching bud between his lips as he massaged the first with his fingers.

Imani moaned and writhed as he sucked and tugged her nipples. She’d had lovers who liked her breasts before, but none of them had ever paid so much attention to her so intimately or