Accidental Acquisition by Evangeline Anderson
9
“Pleasure me?” Her lovely eyes went wide and Kalis could tell she was disturbed by the suggestion.
He frowned.
“Have you never been pleasured during a massage before, little Mistress? The way I was trained, a massage must always end with a pleasurable release for the female.”
“You mean have I ever had a massage with a happy ending?” She sounded incredulous.
Kalis shrugged.
“If that’s what you’d like to call it. I can make it very happy for you, if you’ll let me,” he promised.
“You mean if I make you!” she exclaimed. “This kind of sexual subjugation—making you touch me because you have no choice—is horrible! It’s just as bad as those sleazy massage parlors where those poor women—”
“Can you please keep it down?” Mistress Douchenbag exclaimed irritably. “I’m trying to concentrate on being pleasured over here!” The bodyslave assigned to her was bending over her, sucking her nipples as he stroked her pussy with one hand. “If you break my concentration and I can’t orgasm, I will not be happy with you, Cousin Jillian,” she added pointedly.
“But this is wrong—” Jillian protested. “You shouldn’t make—”
“You’re not making me do anything, little Mistress,” Kalis interrupted her. He came around to the head of the table and squatted down to get on eye-level with her. “Mistress Jillian,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. “You seem to think I don’t want to pleasure you—that I’m only offering because I have no choice in the matter.”
“Well, aren’t you?” she demanded.
“No.” Kalis shook his head firmly. He wished he dared to kiss her—her lush mouth was so close and her eyes were so large and lovely… But the two of them weren’t there yet, he acknowledged to himself. Maybe if she could remember dreaming of him, as he had dreamed of her, they would be. But so far, she had yet to say anything about any kind of Dream Sharing.
His very nearness seemed to have calmed her, somehow though. Maybe she was inhaling his Bonding Scent. However, she still looked troubled.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered. “Are you saying you want to touch me?”
“Very much,” Kalis admitted, hoping he wasn’t going too far. This little female was different from the other Mistresses he’d served. She didn’t just order him to pleasure her. Instead, she seemed to think he ought to have the right to touch her or not—which only made him want her more.
Yet, it was clear that casual touching—especially when it was sexual in nature—was foreign to her nature. The Yonnite Mistresses scratched their sexual itch as easily as they would fulfill any other bodily need. If you were hungry, you ate—if you were thirsty, you drank—if you were horny, you had your bodyslave go down on you. It was that simple for them…but not for Jillian Marks.
Still, he knew that she desired his touch—or at least the way he had massaged her earlier had aroused her. He could tell by the way her soft little pussy was so wet when she spread her legs for him to massage her inner thighs, and he could still smell the warm scent of her feminine desire, which made his shaft fucking hard.
But none of that would matter, if he couldn’t convince her that he wanted to do this.
“Little Mistress,” he murmured, looking into her wide, uncertain eyes. “I want to touch you—want to pleasure you. Not because anyone is making me—because you’re beautiful and kind and…” He took a deep breath, wondering if he dared to say it. “And because I dreamed of you,” he murmured at last. “Jillian, I’ve been dreaming of you for the past two years.”
