Unleashed by the Defender (Brides of the Kindred #25) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,53
stimulated her in such a unique way. Since she was still lying on her stomach on the massage table with her breasts hanging down through the padded holes, she felt naked and vulnerable and sexy—helpless to stop the big Kindred from having his way with her.
At last, just as she was beginning to wonder if she could come from having her nipples sucked, he stopped and murmured,
“Mistress, would you also like a lower special treatment?”
“A…a lower treatment?” Imani repeated. “How?”
“Would you allow me to massage your sex?” J’are asked.
“But…there’s no opening in the table down there,” Imani protested.
“No, but the table splits at the bottom,” J’are explained, still tugging gently at her throbbing nipples. “It allows me to stand or sit between your thighs and work on your pussy.”
“Oh…I don’t know,” Imani murmured. “I want to let you but, well, you’re my client, J’are.”
“No, right now you’re my client, Mistress,” he reminded her. “And I’m trying to relax you so that you can do the best possible job defending me in court.”
“Well, when you put it that way…” Imani shifted on the table. Her nipples felt so tender and sensitive now that even his lightest touch was making her crazy. Her pussy felt hot and wet—liquid with desire. But should she really let him massage her there?
“You can keep your suit on,” J’are reminded her softly. “I can work around it.”
“Oh, well…” Imani bit her lip.
Shouldn’t do this, whispered a little voice in her head. But when she opened her mouth she heard herself say,
“Maybe just a little. As long as I keep my suit on, like you said, J’are.’
“Of course, Mistress,” he murmured. “I will not remove it.”
He left his place at the head of the table and Imani felt him doing something to it. After a moment, she felt it split in two and then her legs were spreading wider to offer him complete access to her pussy.
She bit her lip as she felt her pussy lips spread as well, opening like a thirsty flower. And then J’are was settling between her legs and she could feel his big, warm hands on her inner thighs. She moaned softly as he began to massage her outer pussy lips with his thumbs, rubbing gently in such a way that he was stimulating her aching clit with every move, even though he hadn’t even directly touched it.
Unable to help herself, Imani shifted her hips and tilted her pelvis, opening herself even more to his gentle caress. God, had she ever been so hot and wet and ready before? She didn’t think so but it was hard to think at all when she was feeling so aroused.
Then she felt J’are moving the thin string of her bathing suit to one side.
“J’are?” she asked uncertainly. “You said you wouldn’t remove my suit.”
“I’m not, Mistress. But in order to perform the inner massage on your Goddess pearl, I must move it to one side,” he murmured. “Is that all right?”
Goddess pearl? Imani could guess what he was talking about and she knew she ought to say no, it wasn’t all right. But she couldn’t help herself—she wanted more.
“Go ahead,” she told him softly. “Massage my Goddess pearl, J’are. I…I trust you.”
“Thank you, Imani,” he murmured, breaking character for a moment. He did something else to the table which caused the part under her lower abdomen to tilt upward, which opened her pussy even more. And then Imani felt one long finger slide into her slippery inner folds.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as he began a slow, circular massage around her aching clit. He never quite touched her directly on her throbbing button, but the way he stroked all around her made Imani gasp and wiggle against him.
“Mistress…” J’are’s deep voice was hoarse with lust. “Your Goddess pearl appears to be very sensitive.”
“It…it is. Yes, it is,” Imani admitted breathlessly. “Why?”
“Well, because often if a traditional massage by hand is too stimulating, often an oral massage is more beneficial,” he murmured.
“You…you mean you want to…”
“Massage your pussy with my tongue.” There was hunger in his tone now—a deep desire to lap and suck and taste. “Both inside and out,” he added. “I need to lap and suck your Goddess pearl and then press my tongue deep inside your sweet little cunt channel to soothe your aches and pains.”
“Oh, J’are…” Imani knew she ought to say no but she couldn’t resist. “Do…do you really want to?” she asked hesitantly.