Twisted: Brides of the Kindred 23

by Evangeline Anderson

  “I thought you only had to kiss my panties?” Nikki objected.

  “So I do, but to be honest, many slaves kiss their Mistresses in a very, uh, deep fashion,” Malik explained. “You have to be prepared for that. If you jump away from me or act offended or surprised as you did when I kissed you in the great hall in front of the other slaves today, people are going to suspect you aren’t really Mistress Hellenix.”

  He had a point, Nikki had to admit.

  “All right,” she said reluctantly. “So what should we do?”

  “Practice letting me kiss your panties without you jumping away.” Malik produced a tiny, wispy pair of lace panties that matched the black lace gown and held them out to her.

  “Oh, um…” Nikki didn’t know what to say. She took the panties and put them on but just like the nightdress, they barely covered anything. They were a rectangle of black lace about the width of a toothbrush and the length of her pinky finger. Which basically meant they barely covered her slit. The rest of the tiny garment was just strings that went around her hips and held the scrap of lace intact.

  “These are obscene,” she protested, looking down at herself. “You can practically see my entire, uh, area.”

  “That is the idea,” Malik said patiently. “Wearing panties is really only to preserve dignity in the Yonnite culture since it is technically not allowed to let your slave penetrate you with his tongue.”

  “Oh, it’s not? But I thought you said—”

  Malik held up a finger to stop her and went on.

  “However, enterprising Yonnites like my old Mistress have found ways to get around that old-fashioned convention. As long as they have panties on—no matter how small—they can have a slave pleasure them orally in public and claim that he is only ‘kissing their panties.’”

  “Oh,” Nikki murmured. “So…people will expect me to be wearing, uh, the smallest panties possible?”

  He nodded. “Just as my old Mistress would have. She pushed the limits with her fashion choices—even by Yonnite standards.”

  “I believe that,” Nikki muttered, looking down at the way her breasts were so exposed. “But you’re not really going to—to taste me, right?” she asked, her heart pounding. “You say you just…just want to kiss me? Kiss my panties”

  “To show my respect,” Malik growled softly. “The respect of a slave for his beautiful Mistress. And to help you get used to my mouth on you here.” His big warm hand cupped her mostly naked mound, radiating an electrical, tingling heat and his silver eyes were half-lidded as he looked at her. That warm, spicy, electrical scent of his was rising around her, making it hard to think.

  “Well, I guess…guess it can’t do any harm to practice. As long as all you do is kiss me,” Nikki said. “Kiss my panties, I mean.”

  “I swear it.” Malik nodded gravely and began easing her back to the mattress. “Lie back, Mistress, and let us practice.”

  Heart pounding, Nikki did as he said, though she kept her legs tightly closed.

  “Now, Mistress—how can I reach you this way?” Malik asked, frowning, as he settled beside her on the bed, his head about even with her hips.

  “Oh, I guess…guess you’re right.” Feeling nervous, Nikki parted her thighs and let him in. The feeling of his hot breath blowing across her mostly naked mound made her feel like her heart was beating in every part of her body at once and she could feel herself getting slippery and hot between her legs.

  God, could he tell how turned on she was? Nikki hoped not! It was so embarrassing the way he affected her, especially when they were just supposed to be practicing. At least the thin panties still mostly covered her pussy slit—though she could feel her outer lips spreading as she opened her thighs.

  Malik leaned down and gave her a quick, chaste kiss on the top of her mound. Then he looked up at her.

  “Well?”

  “Well what? Is that it?” Nikki asked, disappointed despite herself.

  “That’s all I can do with what you’re offering me,” Malik pointed out. “Listen, Nicole—in order to play Mistress Hellenix, you have to act like her.”

  “And…and how would she act in this scenario?” Nikki asked somewhat breathlessly.

  “My old Mistress loved oral pleasure—moreover, she considered it her due,” Malik rumbled. “If she was lying here instead of you, ordering me to kiss her panties, she would spread her thighs wide and grab my hair to pull me down to her. She wouldn’t be shy about telling me what she expected, either.”

  “Oh, um…” Nikki took a deep breath. She had to get this right—they were going to be doing it or something very like it in front of a crowd of banquet-goers tomorrow night. Taking a deep breath, she reached up and slid her fingers into his thick hair.

  “Good, good—now tell me what to do,” Malik murmured, his eyes glowing with desire.

  “Malik, I want you to come down here and…and kiss my panties,” Nikki heard herself say. She was trying to make her voice bossy and imperious but it came out more breathy and needy.

  Malik didn’t hesitate to obey.

  Leaning down, he gave her a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the top of her mound. Then he leaned further and at first Nikki thought he was going to nudge the tiny black lace rectangle to one side and lap her inner pussy. Instead, he sucked one outer pussy lip into his mouth and released it slowly, teasingly, before sucking the other one the same way. Then he returned to the first and continued to kiss and suck her again and again, back and forth from one side to the other until Nikki thought she might go crazy from the indirect pleasure.

  “Oh…” Nikki moaned softly. “Malik that…those aren’t my panties,” she protested breathlessly.

  “Naturally not,” he growled softly, looking up. “Because when a Mistress tells you to kiss her panties, she actually means the area around the panties—not the panties themselves. Didn’t I tell you the panties were just a way to circumvent convention?”

  “Yes, but…but these panties are already so small—they barely cover anything at all,” Nikki pointed out.

  “Only the way you’re wearing them,” Malik rumbled. “Would you like me to show you the way these are really meant to be worn, Mistress?”

  “I…I guess so,” Nikki murmured breathlessly.

  Malik sat back and did something to the top of the tiny lace rectangle. He seemed to be rearranging it somehow but Nikki couldn’t tell what he was doing because his head blocked her view. At last he leaned back and motioned for her to look.

  Nikki gave a little gasp when she saw what he had done. The black lace apparently had some kind of zipper running down the center of it she hadn’t noticed before. Malik had unzipped it all the way and spread it open so that instead of hiding her slit, it framed her entire pussy with lacy black lines. Her outer pussy lips were red and swollen from the hot way he had sucked them. Even worse, they were spreading open to show her inner folds and the little pink pearl of her clit, all shiny with her juices.

  “Oh God, Malik—now they really are obscene,” she moaned, trying to shut her thighs.

  “No, Mistress—open yourself to me,” he growled sternly. “This is how Mistress Hellenix would wear these panties.”

  “But if you kiss…kiss me like this, you won’t be kissing my panties,” Nikki protested. “You’ll be kissing my…my…”

  “Your open pussy. Yes,” Malik murmured, his voice deep with desire. “Which is exactly what you need to let me do now, Mistress. You need to get used to letting me kiss you like this here, tonight in private, before you let me do it tomorrow in public.”

  “I…I don’t know.” Nikki bit her lip. “Do you really think we should?”

  “I know we should.” Malik nodded. Then, seeing her uncertainty, he murmured more gently, “Remember, Nicole—it’s just a kiss. And I swear I’ll be gentle and respectful. You don’t have to worry about me going too far and penetrating you with my tongue or fingers. You just need to practice letting me kiss your open pussy a little.”

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bsp; “Yes… I guess…guess you’re right.” Nikki felt like she was drowning in desire. “All right,” she whispered. “But just…just a kiss.”

  “As my Mistress desires. But tell me what you want me to do.” Malik looked up at her expectantly.

  Taking a deep breath, Nikki reached for him. Twining her fingers in his hair again, she ordered as strongly as she could, “Malik, come here and kiss my panties. And do a good job.”

  “Yes, Mistress. It is my pleasure to offer you my obeisance,” he rumbled. And then he leaned down and Nikki moaned to feel him place a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her exposed inner folds.

  The kiss seemed to last forever and she could feel his hot tongue stroking lightly over the aching bud of her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body. Oh God, if he didn’t stop this soon, she was going to come. Did she want to come? Yes, she needed to, Nikki told herself. But oh God, she shouldn’t—should she?

  Before she could answer that particular thorny question, Malik looked up. He was breathing hard, his silver eyes dilated in the dim light and his mouth shiny with her juices.

  “Was that acceptable, Mistress?” he growled softly.

  “Y-yes—more than acceptable,” Nikki stuttered, shifting her hips.

  He frowned.

  “And yet, you did not release your honey under my tongue.”

  “Release…release my honey?” Nikki wasn’t sure what he meant.

  “When a Mistress is served well, she will allow pleasure to overtake her and her pussy becomes creamy and wet. A good bodyslave will know when this happens and catch her honey with his tongue and lap her clean,” the big Kindred explained.

  “You mean…you want me to…to come while you lick me?” Nikki asked uncertainly. “But I don’t think I could…could do that in public, Malik.”

  “You must at least pretend,” he ordered sternly. “My old Mistress would always allow me to make her honey come down when I paid her obeisance.”

  “I…” Nikki bit her lip. “I guess I can try faking it if…if you want to kiss me—kiss my panties—again.”

  Be real, Nikki, whispered a little voice in her head. You know it’s not your panties he’s kissing—it’s your pussy—your clit.

  Nikki pushed the guilty little voice away and spread her thighs wider. How long had it been since she’d had a man interested in her sexually? Literally years, since Gary could barely be bothered to give her a few quick thrusts and a grunt most of the time. And now here she was, all spread out with a gorgeous, muscular man between her thighs, begging to kiss her pussy and make her come. She wasn’t likely to ever get a chance like this again once she got back home—she intended to make the most of it now.

  “Malik,” she said, tugging at his hair again. “Kiss my panties again. And this time make…make my honey come down.”

  “My pleasure, Mistress,” he growled. And then he was kissing her again and circling the throbbing bud of her clit relentlessly with his hot, wet tongue, making her feel half-crazy with pleasure.

  Nikki thought of how he had “massaged” her earlier and the way he had fucked her so deeply with his long, thick fingers. She wanted desperately to ask for that now but they were only supposed to be practicing, she told herself. And in fact, she was only supposed to pretend to have an orgasm.

  But the way Malik was circling her clit and teasing her so expertly was driving her crazy. She could feel her pleasure building and somehow her hands in his hair had tightened as she tugged him closer, not ashamed any longer of her need for him.

  Malik seemed to like the feel of her hands in his hair because he growled deep in his throat and lapped her harder, using the flat of his tongue to rub relentlessly over and over the sensitive button of her clit.

  Before she knew it, Nikki was up and over the edge as pleasure washed over her like a warm drenching rain.

  “Oh!” she gasped, tightening her fingers in his hair and bucking up to meet his hot mouth as every muscle in her body tensed with need. “Oh, Malik—yes! Right there—yes, yes!”

  The big Kindred stayed with her the entire time, riding out her orgasm and never stopping the hot lapping across her clit. Finally, when Nikki loosed her grip on his hair and lay back panting, he looked up at her.

  “That was excellent play-acting, Mistress,” he growled softly. “I could almost swear you were coming against my tongue as I kissed your panties.”

  Nikki bit her lip. She was pretty certain he knew she hadn’t been acting but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

  “Thank you, Malik,” she murmured. “So…are we, uh done?”

  “By no means.” His eyes flashed. “Now I have to lap you clean of honey, as we spoke about. Though you were only pretending to come, it’s important to do everything just as I would with Mistress Hellenix.”

  “Oh…oh, of course.” Nikki nodded. “I…I see,” she murmured.

  “No, but you will. Watch me, Mistress,” he ordered. “Watch me lap you clean and catch your honey on my tongue.”

  Then he bent his head again and began lapping her open pussy with long, slow strokes of his tongue that started at her entrance and went all the way up to the top of her slit.

  Nikki moaned with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. Before when he had only been “kissing” her, he had confined his attention almost exclusively to her clit. Now, he was bathing her entire pussy with his tongue and she was certain he could tell that she hadn’t been faking her orgasm. She was so wet and slippery down there he would know for sure that she had really come—and come hard.

  If he could tell that she had actually come, Malik didn’t let on. He just went on and on, bathing her pussy with his tongue, lapping deeply around her entrance as though to catch every drop of her pussy honey, though he was careful not to penetrate her, as he had promised he wouldn’t. Or not much, anyway—his tongue darted into her occasionally, but only an inch or so which Nikki decided didn’t count.

  It was an incredibly sensual sight and the feeling of him lapping her so gently made her start to feel hot and bothered all over again. Though she had always thought one orgasm was her limit, she began to want more. But after Malik had already spent so long between her thighs, would he want to give it to her?

  Gary’s main complaint was that she took too long to come but the big Kindred had already spent four times as long tasting her as her husband ever had. Gary usually gave up in five minutes and went to the “main event”—which was sex. But the way Malik was acting, Nikki was beginning to think that he considered this act the main event.

  Finally, he looked up, his eyes still half-lidded with desire.

  “Gods, your honey is sweet, Nicole,” he growled softly. “And you’re doing excellent at letting me kiss you. Are you ready to practice some more?”

  “You…you really want to go again?” Nikki asked breathlessly.

  “As often as you’ll let me,” Malik murmured. “It’s been so long since I was allowed to taste pussy and yours is so beautiful and gives honey so freely. I love practicing with you, Nicole.”

  “I…I like practicing with you too,” she admitted. “But what about you? Don’t you need some, uh, relief?” She nodded down between his legs. She couldn’t see his shaft though, it was still covered by the black loincloth thing he wore over the black leather trousers.

  But Malik shook his head. “No, Mistress. Your pleasure is mine. I only want to help you get used to letting me kiss your panties some more.”

  “Well…I guess it couldn’t hurt to try again. I mean, practice makes perfect, right?” Nikki said with a breathless little laugh.

  “Exactly,” Malik growled. “So start again, Mistress—order me to kiss your panties and make your honey come down.”

  Feeling like she was in the middle of an extremely erotic dream and she never wanted to wake up, Nikki did exactly that.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Do you feel ready for the banquet?” Malik asked, taking a step back, as though to admire her. “You
certainly look ready. Well, except for a few finishing touches.”

  “What finishing touches would those be? I really hope they involve some kind of coverage for my front.” Nikki looked herself in the 3-D mirror, being sure to keep one arm over her breasts. It was the next day and after a night of pure pleasure she was getting ready for the Banquet of Pain. At the moment, she had on the most outrageous get-up yet, and she was very uncomfortable in it.

  She was wearing a shiny, skin-tight black dress that came down to her thighs and hugged her curves mercilessly. That might not have been so bad since the black leather boots Malik had put on her were thigh-high and laced up past her knees, but the dress had a scooped neckline that ended just below her breasts, which stuck out of the shiny black leather prominently.

  “There is a bustier that goes with this particular outfit,” Malik said helpfully.

  Nikki breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Oh good—please put it on me!”

  “Certainly, Mistress.”

  He fitted a short, stiff leather garment that had been dyed a deep crimson over her head and arms and then began to tighten the laces at the front.

  “Wait a minute!” Nikki protested, looking down at herself when he finished. “This doesn’t do any good—my boobs still aren’t covered!”

  Though they were supported, she had to admit. The crimson leather bustier lifted her over-large boobs and placed them on display, like ripe fruit on a tray. Like grapefruit halves with cherries on top, she thought dismally, staring at the way her breasts jiggled when she moved even a little.

  Malik frowned. “I told you that my old Mistress is never shy about showing off her body.”

  “Even when she goes out in public?” Nikki asked desperately.

  “Especially when she goes out in public.” Malik gave her a stern look. “If you appear at the Banquet of Pain dressed in something conservative or modest, there are sure to be questions. And remember—the penalty for impersonating a Yonnite Mistress is death. There will be many guards there and I can only take on so many at a time—I will ultimately not be able to protect you, though I would die trying.”