Mastering the Mistress

by Evangeline Anderson

  He wanted to hold himself back, wanted to remain still and unresponsive under her touch but he couldn’t help his body’s reaction. Her small, soft hands on his cock and balls simply felt too good. He couldn’t help thrusting between her oil-slicked fingers, couldn’t help groaning when she touched him so. Gods, it was humiliating to be forced to react like this! To be forced to submit to her touch and the pleasure it brought him.

  Solar swore to himself again that she would pay for this. That he would give her back exactly what she was giving him with interest the minute he got free…

  “If you’re not careful you’ll make him spill,” Lyra’s nasal voice cut through his pleasure and the soft little hand on his shaft stopped stroking.

  “Make him spill what?” Kaylee asked, sounding uncertain.

  “His seed. Too much friction can make a male spill his seed—I’ve seen it happen often enough to know.” Lyra sounded almost bored. “Once it starts, there’s no stopping it and it gets everywhere. Better stop unless you want a big mess to clean up.”

  “Oh…all right.” The soft little hands were withdrawn from his shaft and balls.

  Solar drew a breath of mingled relief and disappointment. He hadn’t wanted to humiliate himself further by coming, but at the same time, her caress was fucking addictive. Though he hated himself for it, he missed her hands on him already.

  No—don’t think that way! He closed his eyes tightly. Hang on—you’ll get out of this soon and then you can make her pay. Make her sorry she ever bought you in the first place. Just hang on!

  “Is this his seed?” Solar’s eyes flew open and he saw that Kaylee was pointing to the drop of precum that had formed on the tip of his achingly hard cock.

  “No, that’s his…” Lyra’s snub-nosed face suddenly got a crafty expression. “That’s his nectar,” she said to Kaylee. “You should taste it.”

  “I should what?” Kaylee’s blue-gray eyes got wide as she looked at her friend uncertainly.

  “Remember how the slaver told us Havoc males have a long lifespan?” Lyra said. “Well, some of their longevity can be harvested if you taste their nectar. I’ve even heard of some mistresses keeping a Havoc around just to milk them for their nectar and maintain their own youth.”

  “You’re kidding,” Kaylee said flatly. “Why didn’t you say all this earlier when we were buying him?”

  “I just now remembered it,” Lyra said quickly. “I think your Aunt Jamelda kept a Havoc slave for just such a purpose. Why do you think she still looked and acted so young despite her age?”

  "I just thought she had a lot of surgical youth enhancements. But you’re saying I should lick…” Kaylee didn’t appear to be able to finish the sentence.

  “Lick his shaft. Harvest his nectar. It has to be right from the source.” Lyra’s eyes gleamed. “Go on, Kaylee—do it.”

  “But—”

  “The nectar has life extending properties,” Lyra insisted. “And it will help you establish your dominance over him. Show him you can harvest his nectar any time you want and there’s nothing he can do about it. Go ahead, Kaylee—do it!”

  Solar felt another growl rising in his throat. There actually was some truth in what Lyra was saying. Not about any "nectar" of course--that was ridiculous. However, the Havoc could choose to share their longevity with a female--but only if they bonded with them at great personal risk to themselves. For this reason, We do not bond was the Havoc code.

  Still, he knew of Havoc males—very few and far between—who had actually been foolish enough to break the code and bond with a female. It was true that such a bonding shortened the Havoc’s life but it also lengthened his mate’s lifespan considerably. In the end, Solar believed things almost evened out.

  But he didn’t think a longer lifespan was the true reason Lyra was urging his new mistress to lick his shaft.

  As Kaylee took him in her hand again and bent hesitantly towards the precum beading on the tip of his cock, he saw her friend take out what appeared to be some kind of recording device and aim it in their direction. What in the Seven Hells was Lyra doing? Why would she want a record of this act?

  All his questions immediately disappeared when Kaylee put out her little pink tongue and swiped it hesitantly over the crown of his cock.

  Gods! He clenched his jaw at the warm, wet sensation on the most sensitive part of his body.

  “Tastes salty…like the ocean,” Kaylee murmured, looking up at him instead of over at her friend who was still recording everything. Solar met her gaze and found he couldn’t look away. Gods she was lovely with those big eyes and her lush lips parted and eager to taste him. The top she was wearing barely contained her full breasts and he could see how her nipples were tenting the thin material, letting him know she was as affected by this act as he was.

  Staring at her, he felt caught in a trance. Unable to think or speak. Unable to do anything but look at her and feel her small hands cradling his shaft. After an endless moment, a pink blush stained her high cheekbones and she dropped her eyes.

  “Again,” Lyra instructed. “Pump his shaft to make more come out and suck on the head, Kaylee. You must harvest it fresh for it to be effective.”

  “All…all right.” Kaylee didn’t seem nearly so hesitant now. Wrapping her slim fingers around his throbbing shaft, she began to stroke him up and down. Then she sucked the head of his cock between her lips and he felt her warm, wet tongue lapping at him, swirling around and around as though she didn’t want to miss a drop.

  Gods! Solar groaned and fought not to jerk against the metal plasti-steel manacles that held him in place. He didn’t want to look down and see the erotic sight but he couldn’t help it. Her head bobbing up and down as she licked and sucked his cock, her lush pink lips ovaled around his shaft…the sight was darkly exciting, even though he was a slave unable to escape her attentions.

  “That’s enough,” Lyra said, hiding the recording device behind her back just as Solar was certain he was about to come. “You don’t want to harvest too much or you’ll end up with a mouthful of seed.”

  “Oh. All right.” Kaylee sat back and wiped her mouth primly on the back of her hand.

  “And everyone knows where the seed does the most good is in your pussy,” Lyra continued, her eyes glittering with some secret glee.

  * * *

  “In your…you don’t mean I should actually let him penetrate—I mean, you wouldn’t—would you?” Kaylee stammered.

  “No of course not. I wouldn’t because he’s not my slave,” Lyra said seriously. “A Havoc male’s seed and nectar must be devoted to only one female in order to remain effective. So it has to be you.”

  “But…I can’t let a male penetrate me! That’s shameful and wrong and…and…” Kaylee was blushing at the very thought, especially when she remembered how she’d been imagining this very thing just a little while ago. “I just can’t,” she ended in a low voice. “What would people say? I’d be an outcast—a pariah!”

  “No one has to know,” Lyra said smoothly. “You think your Aunt Jamelda told anyone she kept a Havoc slave and milked his shaft with her pussy nightly to harvest his seed and keep herself young?”

  “I’m not at all sure that she did that,” Kaylee protested. Although she did wonder. Maybe the male-dom porn she’d found in her aunt’s private stash was there for a reason. Maybe it was kind of a tutorial—a how-to guide that her aunt had purchased to teach her how to harvest a male’s seed.

  Still, the idea of harvesting her own slave’s seed in that way made her feel hot and tingly all over. She hadn’t minded licking him and tasting his nectar. In fact she’d rather enjoyed it, even though she knew it was wrong. But could she actually allow him to penetrate her like that?

  He’s too big, she thought, looking down at the long, thick shaft which was standing up straight and hard against his flat belly. I could never fit all that inside me.

  “You don’t have to put it all in,” Lyra said, as if reading her mind. “Just
put the head of his shaft inside you—that should do.”

  “I…don’t know if I should.” Kaylee bit her lip. But deep down inside, she knew she wanted to. Wanted to feel that hot, silky flesh against her own, wanted to know what it felt like to be penetrated by such a large male, just once.

  “You definitely should,” Lyra said sternly. “Let him know who’s mistress—show him you control his body.”

  Kaylee didn’t know about that but she did want to try what she’d seen on the porn vids.

  “All right,” she said at last. “Maybe…just the tip.”

  “Just the tip,” Lyra repeated reassuringly. “But Kaylee, I have to make a call. You don’t mind if I step out a minute, do you?”

  “No…” Kaylee wasn’t even looking at her friend anymore. “No, of course not,” she murmured.

  "Good--don't let me stop you. Go on and harvest his seed." Lyra walked toward the door of the dungeon but Kaylee barely saw her leave--she was too busy taking her friend's suggestion.

  She had to get the stool she’d used to manacle the Havoc’s hands in order to reach him and the whole time she was positioning herself against him, she was blushing and trembling. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her as she pressed against him but she didn’t dare look at him, didn’t dare meet that green and gold gaze again.

  Finally she was right up against him, belly to belly so that she could feel the coarse hair of his body scratching against her delicate flesh. His warm, spicy scent surrounded her making her feel faint with desire. Goddess, she shouldn’t want to do this but she really, really did. She wanted to feel him inside her, even if it was just a little bit.

  Biting her lip, she raised the too short skirt and slipped her panties to one side. With her other hand, she grasped his still hard shaft and brought it between her legs. She was pleased to see that he was leaking more nectar and she licked her lips, remembering its salty taste. Trembling with some need she barely understood, she spread her thighs and rubbed the broad head of his shaft against her pussy.

  As the head of his shaft parted her pussy lips and slipped inside her wet folds, she heard a low groan from the Havoc slave. The sound made her look up inadvertently and she found herself caught in his jewel-like eyes.

  The green and gold depths seemed endless and she couldn’t help the moan that caught in her throat as she felt his hot flesh rub over her sensitive little clit. Heart pounding, she moved him lower, letting the thick shaft slide just to the entrance of her pussy where she could feel him almost pressing into her.

  “Careful, little mistress,” he murmured in a deep, growling voice that seemed to do strange things to her insides. “You’re tight—don’t hurt yourself on my thickness.”

  “Oh!” His voice seemed to break some spell she’d been under and Kaylee pulled back abruptly, shame and confusion overwhelming her.

  Oh my Goddess—what’s wrong with me? What am I doing?

  Had she actually been about to let a male penetrate her? Had she really been going to impale herself on his thick shaft, to let him enter her pussy? Why would she do such a shameful thing?

  Lyra told me too—it’s her fault! She looked around for her friend but she was nowhere to be seen. Kaylee vaguely remembered hearing the door shut while she was pressing her slave’s shaft against her pussy but that had been a little while ago. Surely Lyra must be done with her call by now—where had she gone?

  “Lyra?” She smoothed down her skirt and jumped off the stool, peering around the dim dungeon. “Lyra, where are you?”

  “She’s gone. And it looks like she’s taken the remote to this damn pain collar with her,” the Havoc slave said in that same, deep growling voice that had so startled her. “And look at this—someone has triggered the emergency lock release.”

  There was a sharp clinking sound and when Kaylee turned around, she saw that his hands had been released from the stiff plasti-steel manacles. He took a step towards her, his eyes glowing in the dim light and Kaylee felt a scream rising in her throat.

  Her new slave was free and he was coming for her.

  Chapter Four

  “Oh my Goddess! Stay away from me!” Kaylee backed away from him, her eyes as wide as saucers. Solar ripped off the damn pain collar and dropped it on the floor. Then he stalked towards her. Not because he wanted to physically hurt her—as angry as he was, he would never attack a female. But he did want to give her a good scare and a taste of her own medicine.

  “Leave me alone!” Kaylee pleaded, still backing away. She somehow fetched up against the padded red leather door and fumbled for the door-open switch on the panel beside it. Nothing happened.

  “I think it’s locked,” Solar said mildly, still coming towards her. “Your friend is gone and I believe she took the remote and the key with her.”

  “Lyra wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t leave me alone with a dangerous slave,” she protested.

  “Who says I’m dangerous?” Solar bared his teeth in a ferocious grin that made her shrink back against the door. “Didn’t you hear that damn slaver claiming I’ve been ‘well trained in the art of pleasure?’”

  “I…I…” Kaylee looked at him wide-eyed. “He…he did say that.”

  “Which is why I’m going to show you some of my training right now.”

  Leaning down, he scooped her up and threw her over one shoulder. Kaylee gasped and struggled, beating against his broad back with her little fists which didn’t deter Solar one bit. She’d chained him up like an animal—tortured and molested him. Now he was going to let her see how it felt to be the one wearing the manacles.

  He took her to the big silver X and stood her on the stool she’d used to rub herself against him. Kaylee fought and sobbed as he took one of her wrists and reached for the manacles.

  “No—no, you can’t! Please…please don’t hurt me!” she begged brokenly.

  Solar let her sob and beg while he got both hands manacled in position so that she was helpless just as he had been. Then he took her chin between his thumb and fingers gently and turned her to face him.

  “Look at me, sweetheart,” he said gruffly. “Look at me, Kaylee.”

  The sound of her name seemed to bring her back to herself and she quieted and stared at him silently with wide, wet eyes. The frightened look on her face made his heart squeeze like a fist in his chest and he almost relented and let her go. But then he reminded himself that no matter how sweet and innocent she looked, she was far from blameless.

  She’d bought him at the market like some exotic pet, chained him in her dungeon and allowed her friend to use the damn pain collar on him until he felt like he was being fried alive. Then she’d touched and tasted him in intimate ways without his permission. Okay, so maybe that part hadn’t been so bad but still…she deserved to pay. And pay she would.

  “Listen to me, Kaylee,” he said again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “You’re not? Oh, thank the Goddess!” She seemed about to dissolve into tears again so he continued quickly.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. But I am going to make you pay. For everything you’ve done to me since you bought me.”

  “But…” She bit her lip. “But you’re a slave. And a male. I mean I never would’ve—”

  “Treated me like dirt—like an animal only good for beating and breeding—if I wasn't male?” he demanded. “I have news for you, sweetheart—males are people too and so are slaves. But speaking of slaves, I’m not one. I’m a freeborn Havoc. I wasn’t raised at the Carnal Houses and trained to lick your pussy—I navigate a star ship. Or at least I did until that slaver bastard and his buddies captured me and my captain and took us to the Flesh Bazaar.”

  “So…you never were a slave?” she whispered.

  “Never,’ he growled. “But even if I was, there’s no excuse for the way you treated me. And now you’re going to get some of that treatment back.”

  Her eyes got even wider.

  “What…what are you going to do to me?” she qu
avered.

  Solar smiled and narrowed his eyes.

  “Exactly what you did to me.”

  * * *

  Oh my Goddess, this can’t be happening! It must be some kind of awful dream!

  The thought ran over and over in her mind, stuck on a loop as her slave—well, former slave if you wanted to get technical since he was now apparently free—unbuttoned her blouse and bared her breasts.

  “Mmm, very nice,” he murmured, cupping her full, bare mounds in his hands. “You have beautiful breasts, Mistress.”

  “Please,” Kaylee moaned as he ran his thumbs gently over the tight buds of her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body. Goddess, this felt so…confusing. On one hand her body was responding to him as it never had to anyone else. On the other hand, he was a male and a slave—the lowest of the low and completely off limits. Yet she couldn’t stop the shiver of pleasure she felt when he pinched one nipple between his fingers and gave a gentle squeeze.

  “Please what, Mistress?” he asked in a low, intense voice, looking into her eyes. “Tell me, have you ever had a male’s hands on you before?”

  “Never,” Kaylee gasped, truthfully. “I…I…never!”

  “Now you will,” he growled softly. “You know, these tight little nipples are as dark as berries. Makes me wonder what they taste like.” Leaning forward, keeping his eyes locked with hers, he deliberately dragged the flat of his tongue over her hard little nub.

  “Oh!” Kaylee gasped at the sensation of his hot, wet tongue on such a sensitive spot.

  “You like that?” her former slave growled. “Well how about this?” Leaning forward again, he sucked her other nipple between his lips, taking as much into his mouth as he could at one time, making Kaylee moan and writhe at the intense pleasure. Goddess, she’d never felt like this before! She wasn’t a virgin—she’d had a few girlfriends in school. But the Havoc male was so big...so different...so male. She felt surrounded by him, by his big muscular body. And his mouth was so hot on her nipple.