Chained (Brides of the Kindred) (28 page)

Maggie had to admit to herself that she could
never remember feeling this comfortable with Donald at night. For one thing,
her fiancé most definitely was
not
a snuggler—in fact, he got aggravated
if she invaded his side of the bed. And for another, he was just too boney.
Sleeping with Donald was like trying to sleep with an irritable skeleton who
always stole the covers.

Kor’s body, on the other hand, was big and
hard but comfortable. It seemed to fit with hers perfectly, as though they’d
been made for each other. And since they were sleeping so close, cover stealing
wasn’t an issue. It was actually really nice.

Kor must have felt the same way because he
sighed with evident pleasure once he got her settled against him.

“Gods, this feels good. Being so warm and
naked and close with you. Love the feel of your soft, curvy little body pressed
against me, blondie.”

“It
does
feel nice,” Maggie
admitted, though she missed his big hands on her, constantly stroking her
breasts or cupping her pussy. She wondered uneasily if they would be able to
hold her implant induced cravings at bay while they slept. After all, he
couldn’t reasonably be expected to touch and caress her intimately while they
were sleeping. So what were they going to do?

Kor seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“Better spread your legs blondie,” he
murmured. “Press your pussy against my thigh. I think as long as we have
skin-to-skin contact that way all night you’ll be okay.”

Maggie blushed but did as he said.
Throwing one leg over his long, muscular one, she pressed her naked mound
against his hard thigh, feeling the muscles contract as he reacted to her
proximity.

“Gods, you’re wet,” he muttered, his voice
dropping to a low, lustful growl. “You think this’ll help keep your cycle down
while we’re sleeping?”

Maggie bit her lip. “I don’t know…maybe.”
She didn’t sound too certain, even in her own ears. It wasn’t that the feel of
his thigh against her wasn’t good…it just didn’t seem to be
deliberate
enough.
She could feel the implant pulsing a little faster at the thought. What would
she do if she woke up in the middle of the night with the ruby blinking like a
strobe light and her desire completely out of control?

Kor was still watching her closely. “How
are you feeling, sweetheart? Need me to touch you or lick your pussy?”

Maggie felt her cheeks get warm. “Kor…”

“I’m serious, blondie. Let me know what
you need.”

Maggie thought about it but finally shook
her head. “Having you, uh taste me, might help to start with but I don’t think
the effects would last all night. And I really don’t need you to right now. I’m
just worried about later.”

“Later. Right.” He sighed and shifted.
“Too bad. I love eating your sweet little pussy. You taste so sweet and come so
hard when I bury my tongue in your soft cunt.”

“Kor,” she protested again, feeling
herself heat up with an all-over body blush. “We…you shouldn’t talk like that.
We’re only doing these things because we
have
to.”

“Just because a male has to do something
doesn’t mean he can’t love it,” he murmured. “Just thinking about going down on
you makes me hard as a rock.”

To Maggie’s discomfort, she could see the
hard bulge under the covers and knew he was telling the truth. Knowing that he
was hard because of her gave her severely conflicting emotions. On one hand she
felt guilty because he was constantly pleasuring her and she was giving nothing
in return. But on the
other
hand, she felt guilty because she was
certain that touching Kor intimately when she didn’t need to would be taking
things too far—would be cheating on Donald.

Okay, so maybe her feelings weren’t so
conflicted after all. Basically, she just felt
guilty
.

“Kor…” she said, shifting against him
restlessly. “I’m, uh, sorry I can’t…I haven’t…you know, helped you the way
you’ve been helping me.”

“Why should you?” He seemed surprised.
“I’m not the one with the implant, blondie—you are. Why should you touch me?”

“Well, because…you’ve been touching me all
day, making me feel good, helping me not to hurt. And I haven’t, uh,
reciprocated at all.”

“You don’t have to,” Kor said gently. “I
like
touching you—hell, I fucking
love
it. It’s not your fault
helping you out makes me hard. Besides, I’m a big boy—I can take care of
myself.”

He slipped one large hand under the covers
and Maggie watched with wide eyes as the bedspread twitched with the movement
of his stroking.

“Kor,” she said suddenly. “I…could I see?”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “You want to
watch?”

Blushing, Maggie nodded. She didn’t know
why she wanted to see him touch himself but somehow she couldn’t get over the
urge.
And besides, watching isn’t touching. It should be all right,
she
told herself, trying to still her guilty conscience.

Obligingly, Kor pushed back the covers,
revealing his long, hard cock. It was fully erect, standing straight up from
the place between his legs, pulsing with obvious desire. He encircled his thick
shaft with his free hand and looked down at Maggie.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice a low, needy
growl.

Wordlessly, Maggie nodded.

“All right, then.” Slowly, he began to
stroke himself, his large hand sliding up the long, throbbing shaft and down
again in a deliberate rhythm that made her throat dry and her hands itch to
touch him. Resolutely, Maggie curled her fingers into fists, telling herself
she couldn’t do that, that she mustn’t go that far.

Except you already
went that far—remember, the night you first met him? Remember how you touched
him when you were washing the verium off him?
whispered a snarky little voice in her brain.
Remember
how good he felt in your hands, the way he groaned when you stroked him? When
you were almost jerking him off…?

Shut up. I was not!
Maggie told the voice, trying desperately to push away
the desire that came along with the memories. God, how she longed to touch him
again—just
once
. But she couldn’t…couldn’t let herself do that. It would
be wrong.

Kor, meanwhile, was getting closer and
closer to the edge. Maggie watched in fascination as his big hand began to move
more quickly, slipping with the ease of long practice over his bare shaft. The
broad head of his cock was dark—almost ready to erupt—she could see droplets of
precum beading there, just at the tiny slit. Every muscle in his big body was
rock hard and tight as a wire, she could feel his tension from the hard pec
under her cheek down to the muscular thigh between her legs. And then, finally,
with a low groan, he came.

“Gods, Maggie,” he groaned softly as his
cock began to spurt, decorating his flat belly with droplets of white cream.
“Feels so good…having you up against me. Just wish I could feel your sweet
little pussy wrapped around my cock…instead of pressing against my thigh.”

Maggie felt herself blushing again at his
blatant desire. He wanted her and made no secret of it, even though he knew
they couldn’t be together. It was flattering and arousing to have such a big,
strong warrior wanting her…touching her. Maggie just wished she could touch him
back. She raised her hand, wanting to stroke his still hard cock…and the tiny
diamond chip in her engagement ring winked at her reprovingly.

No,
she told herself.
No, I can’t…I shouldn’t…

She put her hand back down but she
couldn’t stop watching him. He had finished coming but his shaft was still as
hard as ever and his flat belly was dotted with creamy cum. He was breathing
hard, his chest rising and falling fast with the aftermath of his pleasure and his
eyes were shut tight, showing surprisingly long, dark lashes that fanned
against his high cheekbones.

As she watched him, the implant in her
belly button pulsed strongly and Maggie had a sudden urge she could neither
explain or deny. It was stronger than the wish to touch him—stronger even than
her need to have
him
touch
her
. So strong, in fact, that she
couldn’t stop herself from acting on it.

Sitting up, she leaned over him and tasted
a droplet of his cum, lapping it delicately from his flat stomach like a cat
tasting milk. It seemed to melt on her tongue like warm ice cream—a sweet and
unexpectedly delicious flavor she hadn’t expected but was nonetheless,
instantly addicted to.

Eagerly, she leaned closer and began to
lick more, dragging the flat of her tongue over his sharp hipbones and across
his muscular abs, cleaning away every last droplet of cum as though she was
licking an ice cream cone.

Kor’s eyes opened wide as he suddenly seemed
to realize what was going on.

“Hey, whoa—wait a minute, blondie,” he
protested, propping himself up on one elbow. “What are you doing?”

Maggie stopped for a minute in mid lick.
“I…don’t know,” she confessed, confusion over taking her. What
was
she
doing and why was she doing it? “I just suddenly…I wanted to taste your…your
cream.” She licked her lips guiltily and sat back. “I don’t know why—I just
wanted to do it and I couldn’t…couldn’t seem to stop myself.”

“Hmmm.” Kor frowned. “Sit up a little
more—let me see the implant.”

Maggie raised up obediently and they both
watched as the ruby implant flickered warningly.

“Is it ramping up again?” Kor asked, his
deep voice anxious. “Giving you pain or problems?”

“I…don’t think so.” Maggie shook her head
hesitantly. “It just seemed to make me want to…to do what I just did,” she ended,
blushing. She looked up at him. “Oh my God, Kor, I’ve never…I don’t have any
kind of a…a
fetish
for this kind of thing. I don’t understand what’s
happening.”

“I do,” he said grimly. “Didn’t the slaver
say the implant was good for making the slave implanted want to give her master
oral pleasure?”

“I guess so,” Maggie said doubtfully.
“Does that mean I won’t be able to help wanting to…to suck you?”

“I don’t
think
so. I mean, you
didn’t have the urge to lean over and…” Kor raised an eyebrow at her and indicated
his cock.

“No…” Maggie eyed his still-hard shaft,
wondering if it would ever go down. “I only felt the urge when I saw you…saw
you come. It just looked…looked so good to me. I had to…” She stopped abruptly
because she had just noticed something—there was a single, pearly white drop of
cum still on him, beading just at the tip of his slit on the broad head of his
cock.

Kor seemed to sense something was wrong at
once. “What?” he asked, searching her face anxiously. “What is it, sweetheart?”

The implant was pulsing again, making her
crave what she knew she shouldn’t have.

“Kor,” she whispered, her throat dry. “I
think…I want…I can’t help myself—I want to do
this.”

Leaning over him again, she grasped his
thick shaft in her hand and dragged the flat of her tongue over the plum-shaped
head of his cock, capturing the last tiny droplet which melted like ice cream
on her tongue.

Kor drew in a ragged breath but held still
for the operation. He watched Maggie closely as she finished and sat back,
wiping her mouth with the back of her hand guiltily.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking down.
“I…I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s all right, blondie,” he murmured
hoarsely. “It’s just the implant. And speaking of that damn thing…” he went on
in a surprised voice. “Look at it.”

Maggie looked down at her belly button and
was surprised to see that the implant had stopped blinking almost completely.
They continued to watch it for a full minute and in that whole time it only
pulsed twice.

“Wow…” Kor gave a shaky laugh. “What the
hell. I think maybe we found the answer to our sleep problem—at least for
tonight.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Maggie knew she
ought to feel guilty and wrong and part of her did. But the rest of her—more
specifically, the parts affected by the implant—felt almost completely content
for the first time. For some reason the implant seemed to respond to the taste
of Kor’s cum. She looked at him. “So…are we going to have to do this every
night?”

He sighed. “Honestly, sweetheart, I don’t
know. Does it make you feel too bad? Too guilty? Because if it does, I can
always set some kind of alarm and wake you up every two hours to touch you or
taste you.”

“I don’t know,” Maggie said slowly. “I
guess…it’s not like I actually, uh,
sucked
you or…or gave you a, uh,
blow job. Right? I mean, I
did
lick you a little bit but only to get the
last drop. So that wasn’t
too
bad, was it?” She looked at him, pleading
for reassurance…for absolution.

He shook his head. “I keep telling you,
it’s all about need—or it should be, anyway. But with you, sweetheart, it’s
need versus guilt.”

“I know,” Maggie said in a small voice. “I
can’t seem to help it. I promised to stay true to Donald and here we are…doing
all this.” She waved one hand helplessly, indicating everything they’d done
together…and would doubtless do in the near future.