Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17 (47 page)

“
Kerov,” she protested
again, her heart pounding. “I don’t know…know how I feel about
this.”

“
Have to hold you in
place…hold you open,” he growled.

She started to reply but Kerov already had
his face buried between her thighs and was lapping hungrily at her
open folds. His thick black leather belt was clamped over her knee
and elbow, holding her down—holding her open. Frankie struggled
uselessly against the restraint but soon she realized there was
nothing she could do to get free. Nothing she could do but try to
be open for him and let him lick and suck and taste her pussy as
much as he wanted to.

Dios!
Her heart was jackhammering in her chest and her breath was
coming short. He could do anything to her now—anything he wanted
and she couldn’t stop him! She’d never felt so helpless before—so
scared and small and uncertain. But at the same time, her body was
still responding to his—if anything her pussy felt even wetter,
spurred on by his surprising show of dominance.

“
Gods, your pussy is
sweet—knew it would be,” she heard him growl. And then his tongue
was lashing her clit, sliding deep into her slippery inner folds to
find the little pleasure button and torture it relentlessly until
she moaned and bucked back against him, hardly able to breathe it
felt so good.

“
Kerov!” she gasped as he
lapped at her hungrily, his other hand kneading her ass
restlessly.
“Dios!
Take…take it easy!
”

But it was as if he hadn’t heard her.

“
Such a sweet little
slit,” he muttered, licking even harder. Then she felt his tongue
slip inside her, sliding deep into her pussy channel as though he
was eager to catch every last drop of her honey.

Frankie moaned and writhed
under his hungry assault. God, of all the times she’d fantasized
about this act, she’d never imagined it would be like this. So out
of control…so primal…so
wild
. She’d thought a man would lay
her gently on the bed and coax her legs apart, kissing her pussy
gently and tenderly. But nothing could have prepared her for this
reality—for Kerov’s relentless need to hold her down and taste her
as deeply as he could.

His hot tongue seemed to
be everywhere—thrusting inside her one moment to fill her channel,
then flicking over her clit the next, teasing her sensitive little
button until she thought she might scream. Frankie writhed
helplessly against his restraining hands and belt as she felt the
pleasure building inside her. She couldn’t believe she was spread
out on the bed, naked and pinned to the mattress as the huge
Kindred took her from behind with his tongue. She was getting
close…so
close.

And then he changed the game again. His
tongue was replaced by his fingers, their tips lightly circling her
throbbing clit, pushing her relentlessly closer and closer to the
edge. Just as she felt herself tipping over, sliding into a deep
ocean of pleasure, she felt his tongue again—this time probing at
her tightly pursed rosebud.

“
Kerov!” she gasped,
bolting upright—as much as she could, anyway. He still had her
locked open with his belt around her left elbow and leg and she was
helpless to get away—helpless to even shut her legs as he pressed
his tongue deeper and deeper into her tight nether
opening.

A hungry growl was her only answer as Kerov
continued to explore her.

Frankie moaned and writhed
under him, shamefully aroused by the forbidden act. It was one
thing to let him taste her pussy but this…she’d never even
thought
about letting a
man do
this
to
her before. Putting his tongue in her
there
just seemed wrong
somehow.

Stop…have to stop him! He shouldn’t do
this…I shouldn’t want him to do this!

And yet, she couldn’t deny that it was
incredibly erotic. Feeling him penetrate her ass with his tongue as
he circled her clit with his fingers was pushing her to orgasm
faster than ever, even though she wasn’t sure she wanted to reach
it this way. She couldn’t help herself though—she was right on the
edge—she was going to come. She couldn’t stop…couldn’t hold
back.

“
Kerov!” she wailed as he
pressed even deeper, penetrating her as he teased her swollen clit.
“
Madre de Dios…Kerov!
You…you shouldn’t go there! Please, I don’t want you to!
You…you
shouldn’t!”

Kerov pulled back for a moment, withdrawing
his tongue. Frankie panted in relief, certain that this was
it—surely he had heard her pleas and he was going to stop now, to
let her go. But he didn’t release the belt that held her or let her
close her legs. Instead, she felt his hot breath on her ass and
then he nipped her cheek sharply, making her jump and moan in fear
and anticipation.

“
Gonna make you come,” he
growled hungrily. “Come so hard all over my face,
shalla.”

Frankie trembled
uncertainly. “Kerov,
please…”
she began. Then two long, thick fingers slid into
her pussy. At the same time, his tongue plunged deep into her
rosebud, skewering her completely.

The sensation of being penetrated by both
his fingers and his tongue was too much for her. The orgasm she’d
been trying to hold back broke over her in dizzying waves, making
her inner pussy clench tight around his invading fingers. Her toes
curled, her back arched, and Frankie actually saw stars, she came
so hard—harder than she ever had in her life.

“
Kerov…” She nearly sobbed
his name as he fucked into her, thrusting hard with his fingers and
tongue, making her moan, making her come for him whether she wanted
to or not.
“Dios…oh, Dios…”

She didn’t know how long the pleasure
lasted, only that it seemed to go on and on until she didn’t know
if she would ever be able to stand again. Kerov stayed with her
through it all, holding steady despite her frantic movements. Then,
as the intense orgasm finally began to dissipate, he started
licking and sucking her again.

Frankie wailed with
mingled pleasure and fear.
Dios,
was he going to do it to her
again?
She didn’t know if she could
take any more—it was too much, too intense.

But though her mind didn’t know if she could
take another round of pleasure, her body seemed to have other
ideas. Again and again Kerov brought her to the edge and pushed her
over until she was trembling and moaning, until she was too weak to
do anything but lie there and take it. Her whole body seemed to be
one giant throb of pleasure and though she didn’t want them to, her
pussy and rosebud opened to him again and again, giving him exactly
what he wanted though Frankie herself didn’t want to give it.

The frightening, shameful pleasure went on
and on forever until Frankie lost all track of time. It seemed she
had always been there with the big Kindred, had always been pinned
to the bed with his belt wrapped cruelly around her arm and leg,
holding her in place. Seemed she had always been open and helpless
under him, waiting for her body to be plundered over and over with
no end in sight.

Just when she thought she might faint he
finally withdrew panting.

“
Gods,
shalla,”
he growled hoarsely. “Your
ass and pussy are so sweet…couldn’t get enough of you. I could
feast on you all night.”

A spark of terror went
through her.
Dios,
she couldn’t take any more! Not now that the pleasure was
finally beginning to recede, allowing her to catch her breath at
last.

“
No more, please…” she
whispered. “Belt…so tight.”

Silently Kerov removed the belt and at last
she was able to shut her thighs—but she found she barely had the
strength to do so. All she could do was lay there on the bed,
feeling utterly spent. Her legs felt weak and trembly and her
breath was still coming in short gasps as though she’d just run a
five minute mile. Her eyes were closed as she tried to recover from
what was undoubtedly the most scary and intense sexual experience
of her life.

“
Dios,”
she whispered softly and felt something warm and
wet rolling down the side of her face. Lifting one trembling hand
to her cheek she found she was crying.
“Dios…Madre de Dios…”

“
Frankie?” Kerov sounded
worried. “Frankie, are you well? I know I got a little, er, carried
away. Did I…hurt you?”

“
I…I don’t know. I
don’t
think
so.”
She tried to roll over and found she couldn’t—the arm and leg he’d
cinched tight with his belt felt numb and tingly and didn’t seem to
want to do what she asked of them.

“
I’m sorry…so sorry.”
There was remorse in his deep voice now as he rubbed the red marks
the belt had made on her smooth skin. “I don’t…don’t know why I did
that.”

“
You
scared
me,” Frankie whispered and
felt fresh tears come to her eyes, hot and stinging. Her chest
seemed to be a cauldron of emotions—relief that the encounter
seemed to be over, shame that he’d made her come in such a way,
uncertainty about what might happen next…

After the extreme physical release he’d
forced from her, the confusing feelings overwhelmed her and Frankie
felt helpless to fight them off. She sobbed helplessly into her
cupped hands, hiding her face, not wanting him to see her cry.

“
Frankie, I’m so sorry,”
he said again, sounding anguished this time. “I…I don’t know what
came over me. Lust, I suppose.” He put a hand tentatively on her
shoulder but Frankie jerked away.

“
Don’t touch
me.”

“
I’m sorry.” He withdrew
quickly. “It’s just that…you’re so different from every other
female I’ve ever been with. So soft and lush and curvy with your
ripe, gorgeous posterior…”

Frankie gave a ragged
laugh through her tears. “I thought Tarsians didn’t like a woman
who had hips and an ass.” She sniffed and swiped at her eyes,
looking up at him. “Even Jorn told me that Xirnah was the ideal
woman—that she was
your
ideal woman.”

He gave a hollow laugh.
“Why would my ideal be a female who was frigid and boney and
cold?
You’re
the
kind of female I’ve always longed for—lush and curved and
beautiful—the kind I knew I could never have.” He reached for her
again but Frankie pulled instinctively away.

“
Don’t.”

“
I’m sorry.”

The despair in his eyes was hard to look at
so Frankie looked away. She still felt shaky and raw and
vulnerable. Her first experience letting a man taste her hadn’t
gone at all how she’d imagined it would. She rubbed absently at the
belt mark on her arm and bit her lip.

“
I’ve lost you, haven’t I?
Lost any chance I ever had of being with you.” Kerov ran a hand
through his hair. “Goddess, I’m such an idiot…such a
fool.”

Frankie lifted her chin and glared at him.
The feelings of helpless fear and vulnerability were giving way to
anger.

“
You should have
told
me you wanted to
tie me up. You should have told me you wanted to…to taste me
there.
” She nodded down
at herself, her thighs squeezed tightly together. She could still
feel the tingling in her pussy and rosebud where he had penetrated
her so relentlessly. “We agreed you could kiss my pussy but not
my…not the other. You didn’t even
ask
first—and then you wouldn’t stop
even when I begged you to! That’s
not
okay, you big
pendejo!
”

Kerov didn’t try to defend himself or refute
her claims.

“
I have no defense,” he
said in a low voice. “I gave way to the desires that have been pent
up inside me for years and didn’t think of your comfort. I thought
only of making you come—of feeling your sweet pussy and ass clench
around me as pleasure overwhelmed you.”

“
Well, you did that,”
Frankie said shortly. She was beginning to get more control of her
emotions although she still felt shaky and uncertain. She lifted
her chin. “More than did it, actually. I never…” Suddenly, she had
a thought—they weren’t actually
through
yet! The priestess had said
they had to bring each other to orgasm, yet only
she
had come. Kerov had
yet to reach the “brink of pleasure” as their advisor in the Sacred
Grove had called it.

Madre de Dios,
was she
really
going to have to go through that again? Frankie
didn’t know if she could. She felt shaky right now—vulnerable. She
didn’t think she could have another sexual encounter with the big
Kindred right away. She didn’t fully trust him anymore.

Still, what was the alternative? Would they
Switch bodies again and never get back to where they belonged?
Would they be stuck forever if she didn’t follow through?

I’ll have to do it,
she told herself, trying to find the
strength.
I’ll just have to manage
somehow.

Clearing her throat, she
looked at the big Kindred. Kerov was scowling down at his big hands
as though he hated what he saw.
Dios,
this wasn’t going to be
easy…