her mind. Her uncertainty tells me that no, she is not ready for my touch.
“But you liked touching me? It gave you pleasure?” When her lips part and her breath speeds, I know it does. “Then touch me to please yourself.”
“You already came—”
“That was for me, and it was glorious. This time, use me for yourself, my pretty one. Take what you need.”
Still she hesitates, as if not entirely certain what it is she needs…or that she is afraid to take it.
“You rubbed yourself on my leg,” I remind her. “Did it feel good?”
Her hand slides to my knee, rubbing there. I can see she is turning skittish, so I must move carefully with her. I hold my breath, waiting, and when she moves closer to my leg, pressing her skin against it again, I want to crow with success.
My beautiful, brave Kim, choosing her pleasure. I could not be prouder.
I watch, fascinated, as she rubs her breasts against my leg, teasing the nipples. They are sensitive, then? I try to recall my encounters with females in the past, but none of them have been human. What works for one race will not necessarily work for another. But as she rubs her nipples against my skin, they harden, and her movements quicken. Kim’s breathing speeds up, and her hips jerk, even as she scoots closer.
“Does your pretty cunt ache?” I whisper as she rubs herself against my leg. “Will you rub it, too?”
Kim moans, and to my utter fascination, she straddles my leg. Her wet cunt slides up and down my shin, and then she rocks against me, giving herself the friction she needs. Using me.
It is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Take me for yourself.”
She moans, pressing her slick folds against my shin as she rides me, her movements becoming frantic. I lift my leg, just a little, adding to the pressure, and her gasps become more excited, more aroused. I whisper to her how beautiful she is, how powerful, how gloriously sexy, as all the while, she rides my leg and takes what she needs, her eyes tightly closed. Her beautiful breasts bounce as she moves, and I hunger to touch them, to tease the tips like she did. I want to give her pleasure. I want it to be my mouth she rides, and not my leg, and I tell her all these things. My words just fan the flame inside her, and when she tenses, it is my words that push her over the edge. She makes a strangled little sound in her throat, her body clenching, and I feel a wet rush on my skin from where she presses her cunt against me.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “My beautiful Kim.”
She collapses against my leg, resting her cheek against my knee as she sucks in deep breaths of air. “Was…was that weird?” she whispers after a long moment.
“Not at all. It was perfect.”
Kim looks up at me, and her mouth twitches with a hint of amusement. Her cheeks are pink with embarrassment, but I like her smile. “You’re still covered in soap.”
“You’re still covered in come,” I point out.
She glances down at her bare skin, where my spend is smeared on her—and on my legs. “So I am.” She looks up at me. “Should we shower for real?”
“Can I wash you?”
She hesitates and then nods. “I think I would like that. Not sexual—”
“Just to wash,” I promise, even though my cock is half-hard all over again. “I just want to take care of you.”
It is the right thing to say. She gives me a shy nod and gets to her feet. I stand, and she pulls the cuffs off of me with a touch, tossing them to the floor nearby. “Thank you for being so understanding and patient, Nassakth.”
“You are my mate,” I say simply. “Your pleasure is mine.
She looks up at me and shakes her head. “How are you so understanding?”
“Because I know the place you are coming from,” I remind her, and gently caress her cheek. “I, too, have been a slave. And today, you were very brave. You took your pleasure even though you were anxious. Today it was my leg, but perhaps next week, it will be my mouth. Perhaps in a month, it will be my cock. I am content to wait for such things.” And I lean in and kiss her soft, sweet mouth. “Because you are worth it.”
Kim leans in to my kiss, and when I