Chained (Brides of the Kindred) (11 page)

“No more teasing, huh
Nina?”
he sent, shifting back to get more of her
hands on him.
“Just do it. Just…put it in.”

“Okay. If you’re
really sure.”

Reddix looked between his legs where his
cock was hard as a rock and leaking copious amounts of precum.

“Oh yeah—I’m sure,” he growled. “Can’t
wait anymore—do it.”

“All right then.” He felt her shift behind
him and then something cool and slick and considerably thicker than her finger
was sliding into him.

“Fuuuck,” Reddix groaned as the slick
latex head and the first thick inch of the phallus entered him.

Nina stopped at once. “Okay? Am I hurting
you?”

“No.” Reddix shook his head, panting a
little. “Just feels…weird. But not in a bad way. Go ahead, sweetheart, do it.”

“I will. But slowly,” Nina promised. True
to her word, she pressed slowly forward, filling him in a way he had never been
filled before until he felt her smooth hips come flush with his buttocks and
knew she was all the way in.

“In you,”
She whispered through their link.
“In you all the way
now, lover. Can you feel me filling you?”

“Yeah…I feel it all
right.”

“How does it feel? Do
you like it?”

“Not sure. Give me a
minute.”

Reddix wasn’t really sure if he liked it
or not. It was kinky as hell—that turned him on some. And having Nina mount him
while she was strapped up like the bitch goddess of leather sex was hot too—he
liked that a lot. But having something inside him that didn’t normally go
there, he wasn’t really sure about tha—

Just then Nina shifted her position and
the bulging head of the phallus rubbed something deep inside him. Pleasure shot
through him, sharp and sudden and unexpected.

So this is what they
were talking about,
he thought
deliriously as a low groan was torn from his lips.
Fucking amazing…
His
hips bucked involuntarily, almost as though he was trying to get more.

“Reddix?” Nina asked aloud, sounding a
little worried. No doubt she had felt the emotional surge through their link
and was wondering what it meant. “Are you…?”

“Do it again,” he growled. “Go on, do
it—just like that. Just like you did.”

“You mean this?” She pulled out and thrust
in again, hitting the exact same spot, sending another bolt of pure pleasure
through his entire body.

“Gods!” Reddix ground out. “Yes,
baby—fucking
yes.”

“You like it? You like it like this?”
Clearly Nina was getting into the dominant role.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled again. “Like that
but more.
Harder.”

“Harder? Are you sure?” She sounded
doubtful.

“Positive,” Reddix assured her. He tried
to send reassurance through their link. “Feels fucking amazing, sweetheart.”

“All right.” Her voice strengthened and
became more confident. “I’m going to give it to you. Are you going to take it?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Every inch,” Reddix assured
her.

“Tell me, then…” Nina had already started
a steady rhythm but she wasn’t going as hard as he knew she could yet—not
nearly as hard as he needed her to. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Reddix knew what she was looking for…knew
the words she wanted to hear. And he knew she wanted to hear it out loud too.

“Fuck me,” he ground out, looking over his
shoulder to catch a sight of his beautiful Nina riding him. “Go on and do it,
sweetheart—fuck me
hard.”

“You asked for it,”
she sent through their link.
“Better get ready, baby,
because I’m going to ride you hard tonight.”

“Yes…” Reddix groaned. Closing his eyes,
he tightened his grip on the bedspread and tried to brace himself. He could
feel the slick head of the phallus rubbing over that magical spot inside him
but the angle wasn’t just exactly right…

Nina must have heard what he was thinking
because suddenly she shifted the angle of her hips and began to really ram into
him. At the same time, one small, soft hand reached between his legs and
captured his own straining shaft. She stroked his cock in tandem to her thrusts
inside him, creating a perfect circle of pleasure Reddix couldn’t resist.

“Oh…Gods, Nina…yes…fucking
yes,”
he
heard himself shout as his cock throbbed in her hand. His entire body was
clenched like a fist and he was so close, so fucking close…

But suddenly she stopped.

“What…why…?” He turned his head to look at
her.

“I’m sorry. It’s good, but it’s not
you
.”
Nina pulled out of him with one long, slow slide. “I don’t want to finish this
way.” Slowly, she unstrapped the harness and pulled the dark pink phallus out
of her pussy. She tossed it away
. “I want you inside me, Reddix. Please,”
she
sent through their link.

“How can I resist
such a sweet offer?”
Rolling her onto her
back, he spread her legs wide. Her little pussy was wet and swollen from the
stimulation of the phallus. Reddix took a minute to lean down and taste her—one
long, sweet upward swipe of his tongue just to tease her and let her know what
was coming. Gods, she was
delicious
. Hot and salty and wet. Perfect.

“Reddix,
please!”
Nina was panting
now, nearly moaning. “I need you in me—deep.”

“All right, hold on sweetheart. But I have
to warn you—after all that, I’m afraid I won’t last very long.”

“Don’t need very long. Just need you in
me,” she begged.

“All right,” he growled and thrust hard
into her dripping pussy.

Nina moaned and arched under him, wrapping
her long, lovely legs around his hips and pulling him in, trying to get more.
Reddix was more than willing to give it to her.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled
her close until he could feel her firm breasts flatten against his chest. Then
he kissed her hard as he pistoned into her, taking her the way she had taken
him, filling her… fucking her… loving her. At the same time, he sent out
whisper-tendrils,
caressing her entire body, encircling her tight little nipples, teasing her
clit, touching her with his mind as well as his body.

Giving her the Deep Touch.

Neither one of them lasted long after
that. Nina's entire body seemed to open to him like a flower and he could hear
her begging him to finish inside her.

“Going to come,
sweetheart,”
he sent through their
link.
“Going to fill up your sweet little pussy with my cum.”

“God, yes…please,
Reddix! Yes!”
She went wild under
him, bucking and moaning, clawing at his back as her orgasm spiraled out of
control.

Reddix felt the echoes of her pleasure
through their link and let it trigger his own release. With a hoarse roar, he
buried himself as deeply as he could, sinking his cock to the root in her
sweet, hot pussy and letting himself pulse into her, filling her with his cum.

They seemed to cling together for a long,
breathless time before the pleasure finally ebbed and he rolled off her,
panting.

“That was…” He didn’t have any words.

“Amazing.” Nina’s voice was shaky. “I
never knew it could be so hot to be in control.”

“I never knew it could be so fucking hot
to
give up
control,” Reddix admitted. “Although we
did
kind of
switch back there toward the end.”

“Did you mind?” Nina rolled over to face
him. “I was just getting so hot and bothered but I couldn’t quite get where I
needed to go. That thing felt good inside me but it just wasn’t
you.”

Reddix chuckled. “Glad to hear I can’t be
so easily replaced.”

“Of course not.” She kissed his cheek.
“Never. But you didn’t mind that I, uh, stopped in the middle?”

“Nah.” Reddix shook his head. “I wouldn’t
mind finishing the other way another time. But this…” Smiling he cupped her
cheek in one hand and looked into her eyes. “This was perfect.”

“I like that we can both give and receive
without anybody feeling weird about it,” Nina said thoughtfully. “Do you know
how lucky we are?”

“We’re blessed by the Goddess. We always
have been—even before we found our way back to each other.” Reddix stroked her
cheek again. “She can take any situation and turn it to her purposes.”

Nina sighed and a troubled look came over
her face. “I hope you’re right. And I hope she’s looking after Maggie right
now. Wherever she is.”

Chapter Ten

“Where in the world
are
we?” Maggie
demanded, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. One minute they had
been walking through a fragrant pink mist so thick it was impossible to see a
foot in front of your face, and now they appeared to be in the middle of a very
strange forest. The trees were of varying shapes and sizes with leaves every
color of the rainbow. Even stranger, was their bark, which appeared to be made
of all kinds of different material. For instance, the tree closest to Maggie
was a slender young sapling with bark that seemed to be made of pure white
satin. In fact, it looked so soft and sleek she wanted to touch it.

Beside the first tree was a bigger, thicker
one with bark made out of gold lamee. Past that one was a trunk with bark of
purple spandex, then one with bark made of delicate lace, and a tiny tree with
pale blue and pink bark that looked as soft as a baby’s first blanket. They
were so interesting and unusual Kat wanted to study them all, but she had an
idea she might get kicked out of the spa if she took samples of what was
clearly a rare botanical garden. So she had to content herself with looking and
speculating on how in the world such trees had been bred and cultivated.

“I think this is the Dreaming Wood.” Kor
frowned and looked around. “My patroness never talked about this place much.
She said she was too old to have many dreams left—she preferred the Remembrance
Pool.”

“Okay, so we’re in the wood.” Maggie sighed.
“Remind me again of why I had to put on this ridiculous outfit just to go for a
walk in the trees?”

She tugged at the too-tight black cat-suit
Kor had insisted that she wear. Then again,
all
the clothes she’d had to
pick from were too tight because they belonged to the boney Lady Pope’nose.

“Because it allows for maximum sensation,”
Kor said, his pale blue eyes flicking over her body. “Besides, it suits you.”

“The top, maybe.” Maggie tugged at it
again. The suit molded to her entire body, but at least it covered
everything—which was more than she could say for most of what Lady Pope’nose
had packed. She wasn’t too thrilled that it couldn’t be worn with
undergarments, though—the black stretchy material hugged her breasts and
outlined her nipples, making it more than clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.

But the top of the suit wasn’t nearly as
embarrassing as the bottom. It clung to her overly-large hips and ass as though
it had been painted on. Not only that, but it kept wanting to ride up between
her legs, making it even more embarrassingly obvious that she had no panties
on.

“The top
is
nice,” Kor agreed. “But
I like the bottom, too.” His eyes flickered over her again, straying to her
behind and staying there.

“Stop it! Stop looking at me like that,”
Maggie hissed, her cheeks getting hot. “You promised not to laugh at anything I
had to wear while we’re here.”

“Who’s laughing?” His pale blue eyes were
half-lidded as he studied her. “I mean it—the suit looks good on you, blondie.
More
than good.”

“You…I…” Maggie didn’t know what to say.
She wasn’t used to getting compliments on her appearance. Donald almost never
noticed anything about her, even when she tried something different with her
hair or bought a new outfit. Not that she would ever buy something this
outrageous to wear around him. She could almost hear him now,
Take that off,
Margaret! You look ridiculous!

But Kor wasn’t looking at her as though he
found her ridiculous. In fact, the way he was staring reminded Maggie of how
she’d washed all the verium dust off his body and the feel of his hard muscles
under her bare hands…

Stop it!
she scolded herself.
You’re engaged, remember?

“Um…so what do we do?” she asked, trying
to cover her confusion.

Kor shrugged. “What the other mistresses
are doing, I guess. Just watch and copy what they do.”

“Of course.” Maggie nodded. Now that he
mentioned it, she saw that there
were
a few other women spread out among
the trees, mostly dressed in the same kind of skin-tight outfit Maggie was
wearing. They were wandering slowly through the forest, apparently communing
with nature.

Maggie watched one in particular—a
mistress with tall, white-blonde hair that had purple streaks like the Bride of
Frankenstein. Every now and again, she would stop and caress one of the trunks
with her fingertips, an expression of ecstasy overspreading her face. Her slave
trailed behind her looking bored. Sometimes if the look on his mistress’s face
grew intense, he would tug her gently away from whatever trunk she had been
touching and she would smile and nod and go on to the next tree.

“Looks simple enough,” Kor remarked as
they stepped into the forest, which was carpeted in soft dark blue moss.

“Sure does,” Maggie agreed. “Touch a tree,
make a face, move on. Okay, let’s go. I want to get done here and go back to
the room to take samples.”

“We still have to visit the Remembrance
Pool too,” Kor reminded her.

“That’s right. Damn it!” Maggie could
scarcely contain her irritation. Here she was on a strange alien world filled
with new plant and animal specimens but was she allowed to study any it? No.
Instead, she had to prance around in a ridiculous, embarrassing outfit that
showed
way
more of her private areas than she was comfortable with and
pretend to take part in some useless social ritual that was just completely—

Just at that moment, Maggie’s hand landed
on a tree trunk. Actually, it was the white satin one she’d first been
admiring. And then everything changed…

Immediately, she was transported from the
forest and straight to the tiny wedding chapel in Key West where her parents
had been married. Her brother and older sister had been married there too—it
was a family tradition but one Maggie hadn’t been sure she would ever get to
participate in. Because, though Donald had finally broken down and asked her to
marry him two years ago, he had shown absolutely zero indication to actually
set a date for the actual wedding.

Yet, here she was in the chapel with the
warm, tropical breeze blowing through the open windows. The faint cry of sea
birds could be heard outside over the low, tuneful sound of an ancient pipe
organ playing.

Looking around, Maggie saw the whole place
was filled with flowers—white orchids and pale pink roses that gave off a
sweet, lovely scent. Her whole family was there too—filling the rows of pews
and smiling at her. Her mother was even wiping away a tear. She had been very
against Maggie getting engaged to Donald in the first place—mainly because she
was certain he would never actually get around to getting married. The relieved
look on her face told Maggie she was glad to be wrong.

Suddenly someone nudged her in the back.

“Come on, Maggie—they’re playing the
march. Better get moving!” hissed her sister, Trisha.

“Trish?” Maggie looked behind her and saw
her oldest sister wearing a gorgeous green gown and looking fierce.

“Come on,” she insisted. “You can’t keep Donald
waiting! God knows it took him long enough to agree to a date. If you don’t go
right now, he might get cold feet and run away from the altar.”

“But I can’t…I’m not dressed to…” Maggie
looked down at herself and gave a little gasp of shock. Instead of the tight
black cat suit, she was draped in white satin. The gown swished against her
ankles with a whispery sound when she moved and it had a sweetheart neckline, exactly
like what she’d always imagined wearing when she pictured her wedding day.

“Go,” Trisha urged her again. “Lucy’s
almost out of flower petals!”

Looking forward again, Maggie saw that her
youngest niece, wearing an adorable white lace gown, was just reaching the end
of the aisle. As Trisha had said, she was scattering the last of the pale pink
rose petals which had been in her little white satin basket. She finished and
looked back at her mother for reassurance.

“Good, Lucy,” Trisha whispered loudly at
her daughter. “Now go stand by Auntie Tammy—good girl.”

Lucy toddled off to stand by Maggie’s younger
sister who was wearing a pale pink bridesmaid’s dress and holding a bouquet of
pink roses and white lilacs.

“Go on!” This time Trisha practically
shoved her and Maggie took off down the aisle though she still had no idea what
was going on. She reached the end and turned to face the man beside her.

It was Donald. He was wearing a badly
fitting tux which seemed to hang on his skinny frame—probably because he had
refused to take time off from his research to go be fitted. He glanced down at
his watch, a scowl on his face.

“Margaret, you’re throwing off the timing
of the ceremony,” he complained in a low voice. “You promised if we did this,
it would be over in time for me to get back to my experiment. The parameters
are most specific and if I miss my projected window—”

“I’m sorry,” Maggie gasped. “But I never
expected to get married today.”

“Neither did I but tradition and the
expectations of your family dictate that as we have been engaged for two years
and in a romantic relationship for five, it is time to formalize our living
arrangement.”

“I know that, Donald.” Maggie felt a
little less disorientated now—this really was the way Donald talked and the
idea of him doing an experiment on their wedding day wasn’t surprising at all.
Her fiancé ate, breathed, and slept molecular biology—it was really the only
thing that interested him. Pulling him away from his work—even to get married—would
definitely make him irritable. “It’ll be over in a minute,” she assured him.
“So just—”

“Dearly Beloved,” began the minister,
staring at Maggie pointedly. “We are gathered together here to join these two
people in the sight of God in Holy Matrimony…”

Maggie faced forward quickly, feeling
liked she’d been caught laughing at a funeral. The minister was giving her and
Donald both the evil eye—had they been talking louder than she’d thought?

“Maggie,” whispered Donald.

“Shhhh!” she hissed out of the corner of
her mouth, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

“Maggie!” he spoke again but somehow his
voice was deeper.

“Your experiment will have to wait. Now
be
quiet,
” she muttered. Then it occurred to her that her fiancé had never
called her anything but her full name,
Margaret.
So why—

“Maggie!”
he insisted.

“What?”
Fed up with his rudeness on what was supposed to be the
most beautiful and important day of their life, she finally turned to face
him—and got a shock.

Donald was gone. In his place, Kor was
standing there. His broad shoulders filled out the black tux admirably. Maggie
couldn’t help thinking he looked all kinds of delicious dressed up but the look
on his face was worried.

“Kor?” she whispered. “What are you doing
here? I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t real.” He tugged at her hand.
“You need to come away. You’ve been touching this damn tree too long.”

“What?” His words didn’t make any sense.
“But…I’m getting married,” she protested weakly.

“To who? That pissed off little male who
cares more about his work than you?”

“Donald’s just like that. He doesn’t mean
any harm,” Maggie protested.

“We can debate that later. Right now we
need to get you out of here.”

Taking her hand more firmly, he pulled her
down the aisle and away from the minister and the assembled friends and family.

“Wait!” Maggie wailed as he dragged her
along. “Look, I know it’s not perfect but I’m finally getting—”

Suddenly she was surrounded by the strange
forest again. The soft blue moss under her feet and the strange pale green sky
barely visible through the branches reminded her that she was on an alien
world.

“Married,” she finished in a small voice.
She looked up at Kor who was still holding her hand and looking anxiously down
at her. “What happened?”

“You went into the tree’s dream too
deeply.” His voice sounded rough with worry. “For a minute I didn’t think I’d
be able to get you back. You must want that dream pretty damn badly.”

“To get married…” Maggie blushed and put a
hand to her cheek. “Oh, well…it
has
been a long time since Donald gave
me the ring. I—” She shook her head. “Why am I talking about this to you?”

“Because I was there—I saw it all,
remember?” he said patiently. “Is the male you’ve pledged yourself to really
like that?”

Maggie bristled. “Like
what?”

“Like…” Kor gestured with one hand, as
though trying to find the words. “I watched you walk down the aisle wearing the
dress you had dreamed for yourself. You were… glowing.”

“I was?” Maggie put a hand to her cheek
which was hot all over again. “Um, thanks I guess.”

“It was clear you were happy to be a
bride,” Kor went on. “But this Donald of yours didn’t look nearly so happy. All
he could talk about was getting back to his work. Is that normal for him?”