“So you want to try it then? Renewing our bond?”
“More than anything,” Trin said softly. “But, well…I don’t really know how to begin.”
“I think I can help with that,” Thrace murmured, pulling her close. He took her mouth in a long, lingering kiss and Trin moaned as his tongue slipped gently between her lips. Goddess, she could taste herself on him! Taste her own secret, feminine flavor still clinging to his lips and it made her hotter than she would have thought possible.
“Thrace,” she whispered softly when the kiss finally broke. “Goddess, I want you so much.”
“How do you want me, Mistress?”
“I’m not really sure,” Trin confessed.
“Well, how about this…” He stroked her cheek. “Last time I was in charge—I had to be since you were drugged out of your mind on the third drink of passion berry wine. How about if this time, you call the shots?”
“How do I do that?” Trin asked.
“You be in charge—take control.” He spread his arms. “Do whatever you want with me.”
Trin bit her lip. “And…you don’t mind? I mean after…” She didn’t want to bring up his past again since he was obviously so sensitive about it, but she also didn’t want to bring back any bad memories as she had when she had almost penetrated him with the heart stone phallus on Yonnie Six.
“I know what you’re asking but no, I don’t mind,” Thrace rumbled. “You’re nothing like my old master was—he tried to force my love. You won my heart without even trying—just by being you.”
“Oh, Thrace…” Trin didn’t know what to say.
“It will be a pleasure to serve you, Mistress.” He gave her a lazy grin. “In any way you desire.”
“Well, then…” Trin eyed him, considering her options. “For starters, I think you have too many clothes on,” she pronounced.
“You want me to disrobe, my lady?” he murmured, his fingers going to the buttons of his deep red shirt.
“No. I want to do it.” Getting up on her knees, Trin pushed his hands aside and began unbuttoning the shirt herself, just as she’d wanted to earlier. She couldn’t stop the desire that rose in her as his broad, muscular chest was revealed.
“Gods, I love your little hands on me,” he growled hoarsely as she finished unbuttoning the shirt and tugged it out of his waistband. “Love how soft they are and the contrast of our skin.”
Trin liked it too and she also liked the feeling that she was allowed to do anything she wanted with him. She was used to being in charge as a captain of a ship but she’d never taken sexual charge in the bedroom before. And the fact that Thrace was such a big, powerful male who was completely under her control, ready to do anything she asked of him, made her feel safe and sexy and confident in a way she never had before.
As she pulled the shirt off his broad shoulders, his warm spicy scent filled her senses, making her long to bury her face in his neck and breathe him in. Well, aren’t you in charge? whispered a little voice in her head. Why shouldn’t you? Do what you want—whatever feels good.
“I love the way you smell!” she murmured, pressing her face to his strong throat and taking a deep breath. “Is that your bonding scent again?”
“Sure as hell is, baby,” he murmured. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life as to bond you to me.”
“A bond is forever though, right?” Trin risked a glance at him.
“It can be.” His voice was low and guarded. “If you want it to be.”
I want it to be! The words hovered on her lips but she lacked the courage to let them slip out. Instead, she leaned forward and licked a long line from his collar bone to just under his ear.
Thrace groaned deep in his throat and shivered under her oral assault.
“Gods, baby—you don’t know what that does to me!”
“I know what it does to me,” Trin told him. “You were driving me crazy the whole time you were healing me.”
“You like my tongue on your body? Between your legs?” His eyes were blazing but his voice was a soft, lazy drawl.
“You know I do.” Trin was tugging at his trousers now. She’d gotten his belt unbuckled but the front fastening of the black leather pants was eluding her. Frustrated, she gave up trying to pop the trousers open and simply slipped her hand inside instead.
“Gods.” Thrace stiffened when she grasped his rock hard shaft in her hand. Trin enjoyed the sensation of power it gave her to caress his long, thick cock and feel it throb in her palm as she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked. His skin was surprisingly soft and hot, and she loved the feel of him thrusting against her hand.
“Easy, baby,” Thrace groaned as she continued to stroke him. “You keep that up and you’ll make me come in my trousers instead…”
“Instead of inside me, where you belong,” Trin finished for him, smiling a little.
“Exactly,” he growled. “Which is where I want to be—where I need to be. But not until you’re ready.”
Trin could feel how wet and hot her pussy was getting and she knew she was already ready—but she wanted to explore him a little more first. She’d always felt guilty about wanting to touch his big, muscular body before but now she intended to throw caution to the winds and do whatever she wanted.
“First let’s get these off,” she murmured, tugging at his trousers again. Thrace helped her and soon he was as naked as she was, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread and his hard shaft rising from between his thighs.
Trin got off the bed and sat between his legs as he had when he pleasured her with his tongue earlier.
“Mistress?” Thrace was clearly surprised by her actions.
“I want to touch you and learn you,” Trin explained a little shyly. “I…I was never able to before but now…I want to know you the way you know me. I want to taste you. Is that all right?”
He groaned low in his throat. “Gods, to hear you talk like that…hell yes, it’s all right!” He gave her another lazy smile. “You’re in charge here, Mistress—do whatever pleases you.”
Trin returned his smile and then pressed closer, getting between his thighs so she could grasp the hot, hard shaft in her hand again.
He was so long and thick there was no way she could wrap her fingers all the way around him but she delighted in trying. She also took pleasure in the low moans that came from his broad chest when she stroked the petal-soft skin of his shaft up and down in a slow, leisurely pumping motion. How could he be so hard and so silky soft at the same time—like a bar of hot iron covered in velvet? It was a mystery she longed to solve.
Experimentally, she leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against his shaft. His bonding scent was strong here—dark and spicy and entirely masculine. It filled her senses and made her want him even more—made her feel like she would die if she didn’t have him in her soon. But there was still one more thing she wanted to try before she was ready to make love.
The thick shaft of his cock ended in a broad, flaring head with a small slit at its crown. That’s where it comes from—his seed, Trin thought. When he fills me with himself and pumps me full of his cum. The thought gave her a deep, pulling ache in her lower pelvis—the desire to be filled completely by her man. First, though, she wanted to taste him as he had tasted her.
There was a small pearly droplet at the small slit in the head of his cock. Trin put out her tongue and lapped it up. It was salty and delicious and it tasted like his bonding scent smelled—she loved it. And she wanted more.
Thrace jerked a little and moaned her name as she dared to take the entire broad plum-shaped head between her lips. He was too big to get much more into her mouth but Trin didn’t mind. She liked the sensation of being filled by him, even in this manner which her people would have considered especially degrading.
But nothing is wrong or degrading when done by people who truly love each other, she told herself firmly. And this feels good—feels right. I love him and I want to show him how much.
Pulling back, she started at the base of his cock and dragged her tongue upwards, caressing his throbbing length, tasting the salty essence of his manhood and loving every second of it.