Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“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.
“You’re very welcome, Mistress.” He nodded respectfully and then murmured, “the Nightwalker’s name is J’are and he is in desperate trouble.” Then he nodded again and went back to the petite blonde girl.
“What was that about, Karn?” Imani heard her ask.
“Nothing, Mistress. I simply saw that the other Mistress had dropped something and I didn’t want her to lose it,” he rumbled, kneeling down beside her once more.
“Oh, Karn—you’re so sweet.” Leaning forward she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek—or she would have if the big Kindred hadn’t turned his face at the last minute so that her soft lips met his. For a moment, they held the kiss, and then she pulled back. “Karn, you’re so naughty! You know a Mistress mustn’t kiss her slave on the mouth.”
“Yes, I know, Mistress. Forgive me.” His mismatched eyes flashed again. “Maybe you can punish me later.”
The blonde girl giggled and then made an effort to be serious. She pointed a finger at him and frowned.
“Now, Karn, don’t tempt me! I might have to do exactly that.”
“I will submit, Mistress. To anything you do to me.” The Kindred’s deep voice was a rough purr and the intent way he was looking into his young Mistress’s eyes seemed to fluster her somehow.
“Let’s…let’s go home,” she murmured. “I mean, back to my suite.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He raised an eyebrow. “But I thought you wanted to tour the city before your appointment at the conception center?”
“Of course, but…I think I might have forgotten something back in the suite. Come, Karn.”
Rising from the round bench, she gave a gentle tug on the big Kindred’s leash. He followed her willingly enough to a bank of elevators with shiny gold doors.