Stealing Her Heart

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Wait,” she told them, putting her hand on one of the movable tables.

  Torella frowned. “Don’t you want them to move those so they can bring a proper sex platform instead for you and your student to demonstrate?”

  Sex platform? God!

  Somehow Vicky kept a straight face.

  “Not now. We’re going to need the massage table because…because my technique starts with a massage,” she said quickly.

  “That’s absolutely true,” Chain said with a perfectly straight face. “Running your hands all over her beautiful body is the best way to get a female warmed up and ready for pleasure.”

  “Well, I do enjoy a good pleasure massage from time to time,” Torella said thoughtfully. “All right. The massage platform stays,” she said to her students. “Tell me—what else do you need for your technique?” she asked, addressing both Vicky and Chain.

  “Sometimes my Lady likes me to use toys on her,” Chain answered before Vicky could even open her mouth. “But for demonstrating the purity, simplicity, and utter genius of the pleasure techniques she has taught me, all I really need are my hands and my mouth.”

  Torella and Lornah seemed to approve of this answer. They looked at each other and nodded.

  “Good—you would not have been allowed any vibrating instruments,” Lornah said. “Those are easy to use and too much like cheating. To demonstrate truly good technique, no student should need more than the assets the Goddess has given him.”

  “Agreed,” Torella said. “Well, don’t let Lornah and I bother you. We’ll go sit on the couch and judge your technique. Silently,” she added, giving her colleague a stern look. “We don’t want to break their concentration, after all,” she told Lornah.

  “No, I suppose not—although I’ll be certain to offer constructive criticism after the demonstration,” Professor Lornah said stiffly.

  I just bet you will, Vicky thought sourly. Lornah seemed like the kind of woman who would criticize everything—even someone else’s lovemaking technique.

  A technique which you don’t have, the little voice in her head pointed out. Hell, Kevin couldn’t find your clit with two hands and a flashlight your entire marriage and you never trained him to do any better. How in the world do you think you’re suddenly some kind of sex guru who can train Chain to do whatever it is that will get you off?

  But the dissimilarity between the big Kindred and her ex, Kevin, was that Chain wanted to learn how to please her, Vicky thought, trying to console herself. And that made all the difference—she hoped. At any rate, it was a good starting place.

  “All right,” she said to Chain, trying to sound like she knew what she was doing. “Help me up on the massage table please. I’ll start face-down and you’re to massage every inch of me.”

  His midnight-blue eyes glowed.

  “With the greatest of pleasure, my Lady,” he murmured, leading her to the table. “Come, let’s get you comfortable.”

  Twenty-Eight

  Vicky allowed Chain to help her up and get her comfortably situated face down on the padded massage table. She reflected that before getting into the pool of liquid valium oil, being naked in front of him and everyone else in the room would have made her intensely uncomfortable. However, though some of the effects of the pool had worn off, she still felt much more relaxed and open than she would have believed she could be in such a situation.

  Also, what Torella and Lornah had told her about the effects of the oil on her body seemed to be true—parts of her that had been jiggling and wobbling before seemed much firmer now. It was like she’d had an all-over firming and tightening treatment that made her feel ten years younger.

  That would still make you too old for Chain, whispered that snarky little voice in her head, but Vicky was determined to ignore it. Closing her eyes, she relaxed on the table with her arms at her sides and her face comfortably positioned in the padded rest at the head of the table.

  She’d had Chain arrange her so that her head was towards the bank of golden-green-blue flames, which gave off a gentle warmth, and her feet were to the judges. It just seemed like she would be able to relax more than way, she thought. It would be better if she could pretend she and Chain were the only ones in the room and no one else was watching.

  The big Kindred seemed to think the same thing because her leaned over her and murmured in her ear, “Relax, sweetheart. It’s just you and me here. Just concentrate on my hands on your body and forget everything else.”

  “All right.” Vicky sighed contentedly. Soon she would have to demonstrate her “technique” by telling him exactly what to do to her. But for now, she could take it easy while he warmed her up.

  And warm her, he certainly did. Her skin still had a light coating of the vexba oil so there was no need for Chain to use anything else when he started the massage. Vicky felt his big, warm hands gliding over her body, starting at her back and shoulders and then moving down her arms before continuing to smooth over her hips and ass and all the way down her legs.

  He’s touching me all over first—getting me used to his hands on my body, she thought dreamily. It was a lovely sensation and it started a warm tingling in the pit of her stomach. She liked that the big Kindred didn’t just dive right in like her ex would have. Not that Kevin ever would have given her a massage—that would have been a waste of time, in his estimation. But Chain seemed to relish touching her body, handling her as though she was a beautiful but delicate piece of art that he was privileged to be able to caress.

  After several trips with his hands gliding up and down her body, he started the actual massage—to her surprise—at her feet.

  Vicky gave a surprised start and then a little moan of pure pleasure as he pressed his thumbs against the arch of her right foot and then balled his fist to rub against her entire sole.

  “Oh my God—that feels good,” she murmured. The way Chain was touching her wasn’t sexual but it was certainly sensual and the way he was massaging her tired feet made her feel even more relaxed.

  “I’m just doing as you’ve taught me, my Lady,” he murmured. “To me, every part of you is beautiful and deserving of my attention and devotion.”

  “That’s lovely, Chain,” Vicky murmured contentedly. “Continue with the massage, please. You’re doing wonderfully so far.”

  “Thank you, my Lady. Pleasing you is my highest reward.”

  He spent a good amount of time on her feet and then moved back up to her shoulders where he began to knead with expert skill, making Vicky moan again. Because of her daily responsibilities, she carried a constant knot of tension right between her shoulder blades that not even the relaxing purple vexba oil of the pool had been able dissolve. But Chain found it now and pressed his thumbs into it, rubbing and massaging until it seemed to magically melt away, easing the constant little ache she always felt.

  “Oh,” she heard herself murmur. “That’s good, Chain—really good.”

  “It’s as you taught me, my Lady,” he said again, smoothly, “A female cannot be truly well-pleasured until she is completely relaxed.”

  Vicky didn’t know if that was strictly true or not, but it certainly sounded good—she hoped that Torella and Lornah were taking note. Then she did her best to put the two Priima Bellans out of her mind and just enjoy the massage which was absolutely the best one she’d ever had in her entire life.

  Chain’s big hands seemed to be magic. After thoroughly massaging her back, they glided down to her waist and hips and he spent some time kneading her upper thighs and calves. By the time he came back up to her ass, Vicky’s whole body felt like jelly. And when he palmed the globes of her ass and began a slow, sensual massage that opened her inner thighs with each circular movement he made, she didn’t feel uncertain or uncomfortable at all.

  “My Lady,” he murmured. “As per your earlier instructions, I wish to stroke and caress every inch of you. Are you ready for the more intimate part of your massage now?”

  “God, yes, Cha
in,” Vicky heard herself say with no hesitation.

  With a little moan, she spread her thighs wider for him, well aware that he must be seeing her bare pussy as he rubbed and worked her. But she didn’t even care.

  No wait, she did care, she decided. She wanted him to see her there—to see how warm and wet and relaxed he was making her. How ready she was getting for him to do more…to take the next step.

  “My Lady, you seem to be quite wet and swollen between your thighs,” Chain murmured, continuing his massage. “Would you like me to massage you there as well? Perhaps I can ease some of your tension.”

  Vicky didn’t even have to think about it.

  “Yes, Chain,” she murmured, spreading her thighs even wider. “God, yes—touch me there. Massage me where I need you the most.”

  “My pleasure, my Lady.” His voice was a deep growl of desire. “There is nothing I would like more than to massage your sweet little pussy.”

  As he spoke, Vicky felt one big warm hand cupping her mound while the other continued to rub her ass.

  With a little moan, she nestled into his palm, tilting her hips and arching her back to get more contact with him as he began to rub.

  Chain started with her outer pussy at first, teasing her by rubbing and massaging the outer lips. But soon enough two long fingers slid into her slippery folds, bracketing the tender button of her clit and he began to slide up and down, tantalizing her with the gentle friction.

  Vicky moaned again and began to rock her hips along with his motion. God, he was barely touching her—just rubbing the sides of her clit—and yet the pleasure he brought her was incredible. It was nothing at all like the rough way Kevin had manhandled her lady bits on the rare occasions he decided to give her a little extra stimulation to “get her in the mood.”

  Her ex had believed that a woman’s clit—when he could find it—was some kind of magic doorbell. As though if he just pressed it long enough and hard enough it would magically make her aroused enough to want to let him do anything he desired with her.

  Chain clearly knew this wasn’t so. He kept up the gentle friction until Vicky was breathing hard, her heart pounding as her hips worked frantically to meet his rhythm. God, she was going to come, she thought—come so hard—and it would be the first time anyone besides herself had given her an orgasm.

  Maybe it was because of that fact that the orgasm, when it came, was so intense. Or maybe it was because at the last minute, just as her pleasure peaked, Chain slipped the fingers of his other hand deep in her pussy channel and began to pump just as the orgasm claimed her.

  “Oh! Oh, God, Chain—yes—yes!” Vicky heard herself crying as he continued to rub her clit and fill her. She could feel her inner walls contracting around his invading fingers—could feel herself squeezing him for dear life as the pleasure washed over her and she came harder than she ever had in her life.

  “That’s right, my Lady,” she heard him growling softly. “Come for me—come hard while I rub your hot little clit and fuck your sweet little pussy with my fingers. Gods, you’re so wet and hot—I could pleasure you all night!”

  His dirty words and the soft, growling voice they were spoken in seemed to do things to Vicky’s insides. God, she couldn’t believe this was happening to her—couldn’t believe she was basically putting on a sex show with a man she hadn’t known a whole week yet.

  But it felt right, and she never wanted it to stop.

  “Chain…oh God…” she moaned helplessly as the orgasm went on and on.

  Chain kept rubbing her until the last little quivers of pleasure raced through her, leaving Vicky panting and limp on the massage table. She turned her head to the side so she could see him standing there, his fingers still wet with her juices.

  “Chain, that was…” But words failed her.

  The big Kindred leaned over so that they were eye to eye and gave her a half-lidded, hungry smile.

  “My Lady,” he murmured. “I hope that I pleased you.”

  “Pleased me? My God,” she whispered weakly. “You did more than please me. And to think I was worried because I wasn’t going to be able to fake it. That was amazing.”

  “It certainly was,” the voice of Professor Torella said from behind them.

  Vicky half-raised herself with a start. In the heat of the overwhelming orgasm Chain had given her, she had completely forgotten there was anyone else in the room besides the two of them.

  “That was a fine demonstration,” Torella said approvingly.

  “Not was,” Chain growled and Vicky looked up to see that his midnight-blue eyes were burning. “Not was,” he repeated. “Because it’s not over yet.”

  Twenty-Nine

  Chain was on fire—his shaft near to bursting in his leathers, he wanted Victoria so badly. Being able to rub and stroke all over her sweet body had barely been an appetizer for him and he was hungry for the feast—hungry to taste all that sweet honey he’d coaxed her to make when he made her come with his fingers.

  Going to make you come again, sweetheart, he swore silently as he looked at her. But this time with my tongue—going to taste your sweet honey right from the source.

  Luckily, whoever had made the massage table she was on seemed to understand that sometimes a male needed better access to his female. The bottom part of it split in half so that her legs could spread easily for him.

  The height was adjustable too and soon Chain had it exactly where he needed it—and he was, himself, exactly where he needed to be—kneeling between Victoria’s thighs and contemplating her beautiful pussy.

  But he didn’t just want to lick her while she lay there for him. He wanted her to participate—to direct the action and tell him exactly what to do, how to please her. There was nothing sexier, in his opinion

  And, in fact, it was exactly what she was supposed to be doing.

  “My Lady,” he said, looking up at Victoria, who was propped on her elbows watching him with a slightly dazed expression on her lovely face. “Direct me and tell me how best to please you…teach me.”

  She seemed to understand his cue because her eyes widened and she nodded fractionally.

  “Of course, Chain,” she murmured and reached down to run a hand through his hair. “You’re such a good student—the best I’ve ever had. But even a star pupil can use a little extra instruction sometimes.”

  “Teach me then,” he begged her hoarsely. “What do you want me to do first, my Lady? How can I bring you pleasure?”

  Her eyes grew wide…then dreamy and she seemed to be considering.

  Chain waited for her directions, on his knees, between her thighs with his shaft rock-hard and snarling in his leathers.

  He couldn’t wait to be taught.

  Vicky watched him watching her and felt a wave of unreality rush over her. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to continue the sex show by telling Chain exactly how she wanted him to touch her…to taste her?

  Can I do this right? she wondered. After all, Kevin had refused to go down on her under any circumstances and he was the only man she’d ever had sex with. So she really didn’t know exactly how she liked to be tasted, since no man had ever tasted her before.

  But how did you imagine it? a little voice in her head asked. How did you fantasize when you were reading those spicy romance novels you love so much?

  Spicy romance novels were the only thing that had gotten her through the second half of her marriage to Kevin when the sex had dried up completely. And now she had the opportunity to write her own spicy scenario—right here in real life.

  Again she thought that if she hadn’t soaked in the pool first, she never could have done this—not in front of an audience, anyway. But with Chain kneeling between her legs and staring at her with such heat in his midnight-blue eyes, she found it surprisingly easy to tune out everyone else but him.

  “Chain,” she murmured, stroking her fingers through his thick, dark hair and looking at him. “I want you to kiss me all over—m
y knees, my thighs—and all around my pussy. But don’t put your mouth on me there yet. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my Lady.” Holding her eyes with his, he began to do exactly as she had directed.

  Vicky sighed with pleasure as, starting at her right knee, he dropped hot, open-mouthed kisses slowly down her right inner thigh and then moved slowly up her left thigh, doing the same thing. His mouth on her seemed to light a fire in her belly and even though he hadn’t come near her pussy yet, she felt her inner muscles clenching with desire.

  Chain continued to tease her until he had worshiped her thighs thoroughly with kisses and licks. Then, looking directly into her eyes, he leaned down and placed a hot kiss right on the top of her mound. He wasn’t kissing her inner pussy, so it didn’t count, Vicky told herself. But seeing him down there and watching the hunger in his intense gaze made her quiver inside.

  “Chain,” she murmured, remembering she was supposed to be teaching him, “You’ve done such a good job on my thighs. Would you like to kiss my pussy now?”

  “Gods, my Lady, yes.” The midnight-blue eyes were half-lidded and his deep voice was little more than a growl.

  “Very well.”

  Vicky reached down to run her hands through his thick hair again. With him on his knees before her, she felt like a goddess being worshipped—it was a heady, almost intoxicating feeling and one she wanted more of.

  “Very well,” she repeated. “But you may only kiss me to start with. I want you to kiss my pussy as though you were kissing my mouth. Be gentle and sweet. Pretend…” She cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks burning. “Pretend I’ve never had this done to me before,” she told him, hoping he would understand. “Pretend this is my first time being, uh, tasted and you want to be extra careful not to frighten me or scare me off.”

  The hungry look in his eyes softened and he nodded.