Her voice was soft and sweet in his ear, very different from the strident tones of his old Mistress, Malik thought. It soothed him.
“I’m…a little nervous,” he heard himself admitting. His voice came out low and harsh. “My old Mistress never took me in front of so many people before. And the shaft you’re using is bigger than anything I’ve ever had in me.”
“Then we shouldn’t do it,” Nicole exclaimed in an indignant whisper. “We’ll make some excuse and get out of here.”
“No, that won’t work—you’d be outed as an imposter for certain,” Malik told her. “Just go ahead—I’ll be fine.”
“What can I do to make it easier?” Nicole asked, rubbing his chest some more. Gods, her soft little hands felt good on him! “How can I help this not to be awful, Malik?”
For a moment he wasn’t sure what to say but then he realized how much he loved the sound of her velvety voice in his ear and he knew what he needed her to do.
“Talk to me,” he said hoarsely. “Remind me that you’re not her. Let me know we’re in this together. All right?”
“Of course.” Nicole kissed the side of his cheek and squeezed him reassuringly. “I’m here for you, Malik. We’re going to get through this—you’ll see.”
“All right.” He nodded. “I guess…guess you’d better put it in. I think the crowd is getting impatient.”
“Let them wait—I’m not doing this until you’re comfortable,” Nicole said firmly. She spent a while longer petting and hugging him from behind and then Malik felt her soft hand wander down to stroke between his thighs. To be honest, his shaft had wilted quite a bit due to the circumstances. Being taken was something he was used to but it was never going to be a pleasant experience.
But when Nicole started to touch him, he felt the pleasure of her soft, loving hand and his shaft began to grow.
“Gods,” he murmured, turning his head towards her. “Mistress…”
“Just getting you ready to go,” she whispered. “Do you think you can let me in now, Malik?”
“I think so.” He nodded. “Try it. Let’s hope it works as advertised since we weren’t given any other lube to use.”
“Let’s see…” Nicole murmured and he felt her parting him and sliding the broad, cool tip of the phallus into place at his nether entrance.
When Mistress Hellenix had first started using him this way, he had required extensive preparation for penetration. Now, however, his body was used to being invaded. He barely winced as the phallus coated his rosebud with cool, slick gel and then began to enter him.
“How are you doing?” he heard Nicole ask as the head entered him. “Am I hurting you? Your whole body is tight.”
“It doesn’t hurt exactly.” Malik could feel his jaw clenching and the big muscles in his arms and legs tensing. “It’s just…hard to relax.”
“I’m sure it is. But you’re doing so well. Is it wet enough?”
“The lube function seems to be…working perfectly,” Malik told her. He could hear the tightness in his own voice and fought to control it. “I’m just trying to be open enough. Trying to think of you instead of her.”
“Oh, Malik…” she murmured and kissed him gently on the cheek and then moved her mouth to nip at his earlobe, which sent shivers down his spine. “Do you have any idea how brave you are, giving yourself to me like this?” she whispered as she pressed another thick inch of the phallus into his body. “Do you know you much I admire you for being able to do this?”
“You do?” It came out as half gasp/half growl as he closed his eyes tightly and tried to let her in.
“I do,” Nicole murmured, pressing even deeper into him. Surely she would reach the end of the phallus soon! Surely she was almost all the way in? “I think you’re amazing,” she went on. “Brave and noble and self-sacrificing. Not to mention the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”
Her hand stroked downward to cradle his balls for a moment, before skimming up to circle his shaft lightly.
“Ahhh.” The moan came from his throat involuntarily but it wasn’t one of pain as Nicole thrust further in.
She’s getting deeper into me, he thought. And not just deeper into my body…
And then her voice was in his ear again—whispering encouragement and caring as her hand stroked his shaft.
“It’s not easy to let yourself be weak for me when you’re so big and strong, I know that,” she murmured in his ear. “But you’re doing a beautiful job, opening up for me. I think I’m almost all the way in you now.”
Then Malik felt her hips come flush with his ass and knew she was right—she was all the way in him and Gods, he had never felt so full before!
“I feel you,” he gasped, his entire body tight with tension. “I feel you in me, Mistress—taking me. Owning me.”
“We’re owning each other,” Nicole assured him. “This is me—Nikki—not her. I’m with you, Malik. With you all the way. Are…” She paused a moment. “Are you ready to let me fuck you now?”
“Yes.” He nodded, a brief dip of his head. “Yes, I…think I am.”
“All right. Let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop right away,” Nicole promised.
Slowly, she withdrew almost all the way out of him and then thrust in firmly but carefully.
“Gods!” The cry was torn from his lips and Nicole stopped at once.
“Did I hurt you?” Her voice was anxious and worried.
“No.” Malik shook his head, full of conflicting emotions. “No, don’t…don’t stop. Do it again. They’re watching.”
He meant the crowd, where some of the Mistresses had confused looks on their faces. The real Mistress Hellenix was never so solicitous and gentle with her slaves as Nicole was being with him. Oh, she made certain not to damage valuable slaves like himself, but other than that, she could care little for a slave’s comfort.
“You…you’re going to have to fuck me harder—faster,” he told Nicole in a strained voice. “They’re going to get suspicious otherwise. Go ahead, Mistress—use me hard.”
He could almost feel Nicole’s resistance to the idea but then he heard her take a deep breath.
“You’re sure I’m not hurting you?” she murmured.
Malik shook his head.
“I’m fine. It’s a little big but I’m used to it now. Don’t mind any noises I make—they’re for the crowd’s benefit. Go on—fuck me!”
“All right, then.” And she drew out again and thrust in hard, just as he had told her to. At the same time, she started pumping his cock, sliding her small, cool hand up and down his shaft, moving in rhythm with her thrusts inside him. Malik felt like it was making him half crazy—the intense sensations both without and within.
He threw back his head and groaned low in his throat as he gave himself to her. He tried to ignore the crowd that was watching—tried to concentrate only on her voice in his ear, on the soft little hand stroking his cock. Gods, the damn rod was so thick—it pressed things inside him that the other rods his old Mistress had used on him hadn’t reached. He felt so opened—so owned. So intensely vulnerable, though he could scarcely put the feeling into words, even to himself.
Admit it—it feels good, the old voice of shame whispered in his head. Feels good to open yourself this way—to let her fuck you.
Yes it did but suddenly, he was determined not to let that shame him. He cared for Nicole—loved her if he was being honest with himself. Why shouldn’t he give himself to her? Why shouldn’t he open himself to the pleasure she was giving him?
“Mistress,” he groaned, giving voice to the intense sensations she was filling him with. “Gods, you’re in me so damn deep. And your little hand on my shaft feels so good.”
Nicole seemed to understand at once what he needed.
“You like it when I stroke you like this?” she murmured in his ear, as she continued to caress his aching shaft. “I can see that you do because you’re leaking for me, Malik—you’re all slick with precum.”
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br /> “It’s because you’re fucking me so sweetly,” he admitted. “Your phallus inside me and your hand stroking me makes me so damn hard.”
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this, then?” There was genuine curiosity in her voice. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” Malik admitted—as much to himself as to her. “You’re pressing things inside me—making me feel like I’m going to explode. Gods, Mistress—fuck me harder!”
“As hard as you want, baby.” Her voice was a sensual little murmur and Malik sensed that she had been caught up in the moment with him—caught up in the strange pleasure he had never expected.
Oh, he had expected to feel the mechanics of orgasm and release—when his prostate and shaft were being stimulated at the same time, that was practically a given. What he hadn’t expected was to actually enjoy this act. But having Nicole murmur so sweetly in his ear mirrored the dreams he’d had exactly. The dreams of a loving Mistress who took him for both their pleasure—not only hers alone.
Somehow it was different this time, Malik thought. Giving himself to a female he loved was wholly unlike being taken by one he despised. For the first time he was able to give in to the physical pleasure and not feel ashamed of himself for it—for the first time he was able to let go and give up control of his body to his Mistress without hating himself for his perceived weakness.
“Nicole!” he gasped as he felt himself nearing the peak. “Mistress, I’m so fucking close!”
“Good.” She speeded up her tempo a little more. “Because I want to feel you coming in my hand, the same way you came in my mouth earlier today. Remember that, baby? Remember me kneeling in front of you and sucking your big hard cock? God, you felt so good in my mouth and I loved the way your cum tasted.”
The erotic memory was all it took to push Malik completely over the edge. The sight of her on her knees before him, the feel of her soft, wet mouth on his shaft, the way she had swallowed every drop of his seed as he pumped it between her sweet lips…
He could feel the seed churning in his balls, ready to shoot like a blast from the barrel of a projectile weapon. And the next time Nicole thrust into him, he felt himself begin to come.
“Mistress,” he groaned as he felt his shaft pulse strongly in her hand. “Oh Goddess, you’re making me come! I’m coming so hard for you!”
“That’s right, baby—that’s right, Malik. Come for me. Come while I stroke you—come while I fuck you,” she murmured in his ear.
And Malik did. Giving himself completely, he felt something flow between them—not exactly the electric current from his own body but another, more intimate kind of energy was exchanged. It drew them closer, somehow, making him feel like he never wanted to be parted from her again.
Oh Nicole, he thought longingly. Oh Mistress—love you so much! Love to feel you taking me like this—opening me—owning me…
It seemed his orgasm would never stop. He didn’t know if he had ever come so hard in his life—pulse after pulse of seed jetted from the tip of his shaft, causing the crowd to murmur with appreciation at the rainbow sheen as it arced out of him. Once more he could feel the electricity his body naturally generated in times of extreme stress moving through his limbs and torso like a living thing—a current that flowed inside him.
At that moment he felt charged up enough to fry everyone in the crowd, the same way he’d electrocuted the males who had threatened Nicole in the spa back at Mistress Hellenix’s estate. But he held himself back—Nicole wasn’t bonded to him, which meant that if he let loose with a barrage of lightning bolts, she would be fried like everyone else. Besides, he didn’t want to kill anyone—he just felt incredibly charged-up at that moment.
At last the orgasm stopped and the pleasure ebbed. His cock didn’t get any softer—Kindred didn’t go soft after orgasm because they didn’t require any recovery time after sex. But he stopped spurting at least.
The intense release left him feeling weak in the knees and he sagged for a moment in the chains, resting his weight against the manacles and breathing deeply, almost shuddering with the aftermath of his pleasure.
Nicole seemed to sense that he needed her close because she withdrew slowly and he heard the clink and thump as she unfastened the phallus and let it fall. But then she proceeded to wrap her arms around him again and nuzzle him from behind. It reminded him of the way they had slept, with her cupped in the curve of his big body. “Spooning,” Nicole had called it. Now it seemed that he was the little spoon for a change—strangely, Malik felt fine with that.
You don’t always have to be the strong one, her gesture of love and tenderness said as she held him tight. It’s all right to want comfort sometimes—it’s all right to be held.
“Malik? Are you all right?” she murmured in his ear. “Was I too hard on you?”
“No.” He managed to shake his head. “No, not at all. I just…it wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“Me either.” She sounded awed. “It was…I don’t know what it was. But I’ve never felt anything like it. Like some kind of…energy passed between us the moment you came.”
“I think if our positions were reversed I would have bonded you to me,” Malik said honestly. “That was bonding energy we felt—I’m certain of it. If I’d shot my seed inside you instead of out onto this damn stage, we’d be one right now.”
“We would?” she asked, reaching up to unhook his wrists from the manacles. The Mistresses were coming up to the stage now, but most of them just wanted to talk to Janka about ordering a self-lubing rod of their own. Which was good because Malik wanted his Mistress all to himself at the moment.
“Bonding sex requires a level of trust—an openness for both parties,” he explained, hearing the hoarseness in his own voice. “We had that, I think.”
“We did—you’re right.” She still sounded surprised. “I never in a million years imagined doing what we just did. But when you really opened up and let me in it was…amazing.”
“For me too…Mistress.” Malik rubbed his newly freed wrists and smiled down at her. He had the urge to drag her to bed somewhere and tuck her against his body so he could hold her for hours. He wondered absently if this was how females felt after being taken by a partner who really loved and cared about them. Maybe it was the feeling of having been vulnerable that caused the need for reassurance and physical contact.
He thought again of how different his experience had been from every other time he had been taken. With Mistress Hellenix he had always had a mental barrier in place when she took him—a wall around his inner self that she could never breach, no matter how hard she fucked him. With Nicole, he had let that wall fall and opened himself completely and it had made all the difference. It had—
“There—there she is!” The strident voice made him jerk his head up and he saw Mistress Tacky Tangle-Skank pointing at Nicole. Behind Tangle-Skank was a whole cadre of armed guards.
Sacred Seven guards! Malik realized with a sinking feeling. The same ones that Mistress Jankypoo had warned them were coming for Mistress Hellenix in her message.
Had Mistress Tangle-Skank somehow found out that the guards were coming for Hellenix? Had she alerted them to their location? Mistress Jankypoo wasn’t known for being able to keep a secret very well—his old Mistress had often lamented what a “blabbering fool” the pink-haired Mistress was.
Whatever the case, Malik knew he couldn’t let Nicole be taken. The real Mistress Hellenix would only be questioned and detained. But if it became clear that someone was posing as her—that Nicole wasn’t the Mistress she was pretending to be—she would be executed on the spot.
The Scared Seven were not known for their leniency.
“Oh my God,” Nicole breathed, looking wide-eyed at the guards who were climbing the stage to get to her. “Malik, what are we going to do?”
“Get behind me,” he said in a low voice. “And whatever you do, don’t touch me. Just follow.”
Chapter Nineteen
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bsp; Nikki had no idea where they were going but she got behind him as he told her to and made sure not to touch him, though she had no idea why he had ordered her not to.
But in a moment, everything became clear.
Suddenly sparks of electricity were pulsing and crackling from Malik’s fingers. She had seen a little of this back when he had shocked the rogue slaves who had threatened her in Mistress Hellenix’s bathing chamber but that had been nothing compared to the display he was putting on now.
The sparks grew in intensity until his entire big, naked body seemed to be outlined in silvery, flashing light, almost too bright to look at. She saw the guards flinch back from him but some got determined looks on their faces and gripped their weapons tighter.
The Yonnie Mistresses seemed to think this was all part of the show. They crowded even closer, ooing and ahhing at the startling display.
“Stand back!” Malik’s voice roared like thunder.
“Step away, slave,” one of the guards said, frowning. “We have orders to take your Mistress before the Sacred Seven. Let us pass and no harm will come to you.”
“You will not take her!” Malik roared. Suddenly a lightning bolt came from above and crashed into the stage, right in front of where he was standing. The atmosphere dome above popped like a giant bubble and the air was suddenly filled with the ominous scent of ozone.
“Oh my God!” Nikki gasped, taking a quick step back. Despite living in Florida, which was the lightning capital of the whole US, for most of her life, she’d never been so close to striking lightning before. Was Malik somehow calling it from the sky or was it simply attracted to him naturally because he was generating so much electrical current himself?
Whatever the reason, the big Kindred’s display certainly convinced the Yonnite Mistresses to get back. They were gasping and shouting as they pushed and shoved each other to get out of the way. The guards were looking distinctly worried and some of them had fled with the crowd to the perimeters of the rooftop garden. But a few still held their ground.
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