Part 13 (2/2)

”Then you don't have to,” he interrupted her.

Maggie looked at him blankly. ”Don't have to what?”

”You don't have to take off your clothes.”

”I...don't?” Maggie looked around at all the other half naked mistresses. ”But I thought I had to be naked and let you, um, touch me.”

”Oh, I still have to touch you,” Kor growled softly. ”But you don't have to take off your clothes for me to bring you pleasure.”

Maggie shook her head. ”I'm not sure I follow.”

”I'll show you.” He leaned forward but she shrank back against the chaise lounge, uncertain of what he was about to do.

”Relax, blondie,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. ”Just relax and trust me-all right?”

The use of his sarcastic little nickname for her made Maggie feel better for some reason. Maybe because it reminded her that they weren't really Mistress and slave and they didn't really belong here in this weird place. It's all right, she told herself. We're just doing what we have to until we can get out of here.

”Maggie?” Kor breathed her name so softly no one else could hear and his eyes searched hers, looking for consent. ”All right?”

”All right,” she whispered, nodding at last. ”Show me.”

”Good.” He stroked her cheek again. ”Like this...” Leaning forward he captured her mouth in a soft, breathless kiss. At the same time, Maggie felt his large, warm hand cupping her right breast. Her nipple hardened instantly and when he rubbed the pad of his thumb lightly over the stiff peak, she had to bite back a moan.

”Kor...”

”That's right, sweetheart,” he said softly. ”Just relax. I can make you feel good without taking anything off. You'll see.”

Kor kissed her again, tilting her head slightly to fit his mouth perfectly to hers. He licked lightly at the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. Maggie's heart was pounding but she couldn't help herself-she opened for him. Kor growled soft, wordless approval and kissed her hungrily.

Maggie kissed him back, the warm cinnamon taste of his mouth consuming her. G.o.d, he was so good at this! She'd never been kissed this way before, never been tasted as though the man kissing her wanted to devour her from the mouth down. She reached up and held on to his muscular, bare shoulders, wis.h.i.+ng she could run her hands through his hair and bring him closer.

Kor seemed to understand her need. He pressed closer and drew her tongue gently into his mouth. At the same time, he continued his slow, hypnotic stroking of her nipple. His warm scent seemed to fill all her senses with its exotic, dark spice until she felt almost drunk.

Maggie could have gone on kissing him all night but just then he placed one last gentle kiss on her mouth and moved down to her neck. He stroked her hair out of the way, bending her back to get better access to the sensitive arch of her throat. Hot breath against her skin made Maggie s.h.i.+ver helplessly in his arms. G.o.d, she was dying over here and he'd barely done anything but kiss her! What would he do next?

As if to answer her question, his other hand moved downward and cupped her left breast. He teased the nipple slowly, as he had the other one, and then captured the tight peak between his thumb and fingers and began to pinch and tug it very gently.

Maggie gasped. ”Oh!”

”Feels good, blondie?” Kor murmured in her ear as he continued to kiss her neck.

”Y-yes,” she confessed, her voice shaking.

”But you still have all your clothes on,” he pointed out. ”So it's okay-right?”

”I...I guess so.” The way he was twisting her nipples, tugging and pinching gently but firmly, was making it hard to think. Each motion of his long, talented fingers on her aching buds seemed to send showers of sparks straight from the tips of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the spot between her legs where she was becoming undeniably wet and hot.

”Good girl,” he murmured, his deep voice rough. ”G.o.ds, you have the ripest little nipples. I've been wanting to taste them from the first minute you walked in the door of my cell.”

”I...but you...” Maggie didn't even get the protest all the way out before he moved lower and began tracing one of her tight peaks with his tongue, right through the thin lace of the gown.

Maggie watched, mesmerized, as the thin white material became all but transparent. It's not cheating, she told herself over and over. It's not-it can't be. I still have on all my clothes. Clothes which were so thin she might as well have been wearing nothing more than a dress made of cobwebs. Maggie swore she could feel every stroke of his tongue as Kor licked and traced her aching nipple. It was clearly visible now, pressing out hard and pink against the wispy lace as though to ill.u.s.trate how hot he was making her.

And then Kor pressed closer and sucked the entire tight bud into his mouth.

Maggie let out a little cry as she felt the heat of his mouth envelope her. He was sucking hard, as though he was trying to get as much of her breast as he could between his lips at once. The scratch of his whiskers sent chills down her spine and she found she was leaning toward him, thrusting out her chest to give him better access. She couldn't help it-what he was doing just felt so good.

Kor growled, low in his throat, and switched to the other nipple. Maggie gasped and closed her eyes. G.o.d, would this ever end? Did she want it to end? Could she come just from having her nipples sucked? Up until now she would have said it was impossible. But then no one had ever put such time and skill and dedication into teasing and torturing her sensitive peaks before. Donald liked her b.r.e.a.s.t.s but to him, they were a means to an end. He generally played with them for less than a minute before moving further down.

And speaking of moving further down, Kor was currently kissing a trail from just between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s down to her trembling abdomen.

”Kor,” she whispered, squeezing her thighs together tightly as he reached the high-cut opening in the white lace gown. Below it was the little white triangle of the matching lace panties. ”Kor, no-it's too much.”

He looked up at her, his eyes capturing hers.

”Did you come yet?” he growled.

”Well...” Maggie felt her cheeks getting hot. ”No,” she confessed reluctantly.

”I know you didn't. I would've been able to tell.” He stroked her closed thighs gently but possessively. ”You need to let me in, Maggie. I'm going to make you come.”

The intensity in his eyes surprised her.

”But, well...” She shook her head uncertainly. ”Can't we just...I don't know...fake it?”

Kor shook his head. ”The Sensorians will know. And the master of the spa is coming back this way soon.”

Maggie bit her lip. ”But, well...letting you make me...make me...”

”Come.” His eyes were hungry and his deep voice was rough. ”I need to make you come, Maggie. I don't just want to-I need to.”

”But how can you?” she blurted. ”I mean, without taking off my clothes or touching me under my, um, panties?”

”I don't have to touch your bare skin to give you pleasure-I think I already proved that,” he growled. ”But if you need a reminder, watch.”

He ran his big hand slowly up her thigh and then one long finger was gently tracing the tiny triangle of lace.

”Kor...” she protested breathlessly as he traced a line down her center, stroking the cleft between her p.u.s.s.y lips which were entirely too prominent beneath the white lace. She still had her legs pressed together so only the top part of her plump p.u.s.s.y was visible but that was enough.

”Slowly, sweetheart,” he murmured, looking at her again. ”Open for me and I swear I'll take things slowly. Won't do anything you don't want me to-I promise.”

Maggie bit her lip again. ”And...you'll stop if I ask you to?”

He nodded.

”And you won't...won't touch me under my panties? Because that would be...”

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