22. Phoebe

22

PHOEBE

P hoebe moaned and bucked her hips helplessly as her mentor split her thighs wide with his broad shoulders and began to lick her. At first the burning pain that had been growing inside her ever since the pussy plug had come out was too much to bear and she couldn't hold still. But Sirex tightened his grip on her thighs, holding her down ruthlessly as he bent to his task and after a moment, she felt a soothing coolness that seemed to counteract the burning.

"Oh… ohhhh," she moaned as he continued to lick her. Her clit and inner folds were already feeling better, but she still needed more. "Inside me!" she begged him. "Lick inside me—please, Sir!"

Her mentor was very attentive to her needs. A moment later Phoebe felt his long tongue invading her, spreading the soothing coolness to her inner channel and easing the ache. Though it didn't go away completely, it was much more bearable. She sighed with relief and wished she could run her hands through his hair as he licked her. But she was helpless with her arms manacled behind her back—all she could do was lay there and let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Now that the pain had mostly faded, the erotic situation she found herself in made Phoebe feel hot and swollen for another reason. God, she loved it when he held her down! It made her feel so submissive to have his big arms wrapped around her thighs, splitting her wide open as her own arms were tied behind her back. Her nipples were tight and sensitive and her pussy just kept making more and more honey as he continued to lick her.

At last, Sirex looked up, his mouth and chin shiny with her juices.

"Are you feeling better now, baby?" he asked, looking concerned.

"I think so." Phoebe nibbled her lower lip. "But I still need to come, Sir. Please…can you help me come since I can't touch myself?"

A conflicted look came over his face.

"Gods, I shouldn't. You're drugged!"

"But you made me come when you mapped my pussy for the first harness," Phoebe reminded him. "It can't hurt to do it again—right?"

He sighed.

"I guess not." His burning red eyes went abruptly half-lidded. "Your sweet little pussy tastes so good. Do you want me to make you come with my hands or my mouth, baby?"

"With your mouth, please, Sir," Phoebe said demurely. "It feels so good when you lick me," she added.

"Good, because I fucking love to lick your soft little pussy," he growled. Now that her pain was gone and he was no longer so worried about her, she could see his hunger coming out. She couldn't help remembering that several women she knew who were mated to Kindred warriors talked about how much they loved going down on their mates.

"Thank you, Sir," she murmured and twitched her hips. "Could you please make me come with your tongue? I'll try to be a good girl and hold still for you while you do it."

"Gods, baby—you don't know what it does to me to hear you talk like that!" Sirex groaned. "Love it when you submit to me!"

"And I love to submit!" Phoebe had an idea that she was giving away too much personal information—admitting to things she shouldn't admit to. But her mentor's hot mouth on her pussy felt so good, she couldn't seem to help herself. "Oh, Sir!" she moaned as he leaned forward and began licking her again. "Oh, your mouth on me feels so good! It's just like I fantasized!"

He looked up briefly.

"You fantasized about this?"

"About submitting to you? Yes, all the time," Phoebe admitted recklessly. "I love the idea of being your submissive. I want to give myself to you totally and let you do anything you want to me!"

His eyes flashed.

"Be careful what you wish for, baby."

Then he redoubled his efforts, licking her deeply and then sucking the tender bud of her clit into his mouth before teasing it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue.

Finally Phoebe felt her pleasure gathering. The damn clit jewelry had been teasing her relentlessly all night but not letting her come. But having Sirex pay attention to her aching button at last pushed her over the edge.

"Oh, Sir! Sir, I'm coming!" she moaned as the waves of sensation rushed through her. "Coming so hard for you like a good girl!"

Her answer was a low, lustful growl as he continued to lick her, guiding her through the orgasm as he held her open.

At last, Phoebe began to feel over stimulated. She jerked her hips to one side—as much as she was able, and moaned,

"Enough! Please, it's too much!"

Reluctantly, she thought, he raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were burning and his fangs were long and sharp looking—though she hadn't felt them at all when he was tasting her.

"Do you feel better now, baby?" he growled softly. "Now that you came for me?"

"Yes, Sir," Phoebe murmured. "But I'd feel even better if you'd hold me," she added boldly. The Sparkler in her system seemed to give her courage she'd never had before. She never would have dared to ask her mentor to hold her—or to make her come, for that matter—without it.

His eyes softened.

"Of course I'll hold you, baby. Let me put on my sleep trousers and we'll go to bed together."

"No!" Phoebe exclaimed. "I want to be naked with you. I want to feel your muscles rubbing against me—all of them!" she added.

Wow, she really was doing and saying things she never would if she wasn't high. Wait— was she high? It was hard to say—she still had the same floaty, euphoric feeling she'd gotten the time she ate an edible in college and it seemed to come with a great deal of confidence. She had a vague idea she might regret what she was doing and saying later, but for now she didn't give a damn.

Sirex frowned.

"Are you sure that's safe? We need to be careful we don't do anything you're going to regret in the morning."

"No regrets!" Phoebe said firmly and then giggled. "Seriously, I promise I'll be good. I won't try to climb on top of you and mount you so that your big, thick cock slides inside me or anything like that."

He gave her another stern look.

"See, just the fact that you said that makes me wonder if you're planning to do it."

"Oh no, Sir!" Phoebe opened her eyes wide and gave him her most innocent look. "I'll be a good girl—I promise!"

"Well…just in case, I think I'd better keep your hands behind your back. At least for now."

Sirex turned off the lights and then came back to bed. He slid Phoebe under the covers, handling her as though she weighed no more than a pillow, and then climbed naked into bed beside her and pulled her close to him.

" Mmmm ." Phoebe wiggled against him, pressing her bare breasts against his broad chest and snuggling up to the big Kindred as much as she could with her arms behind her back. She pressed her face to his throat and inhaled deeply. "You smell so good, Sir. I love your scent."

"Love the way you smell too, baby," he growled softly, stroking her hair. "Gods, I can't believe we're doing this."

"We're just snuggling," Phoebe pointed out. "Though we can do more if you want to," she added, looking up to give him a naughty smile.

Sirex gave her a sharp slap on the ass.

"All right—enough of that. I thought you were going to be a good girl?"

"I'm sorry, Sir." Phoebe gave him a remorseful look, though her stinging ass had somehow translated into a wet pussy once again. "I'll be good now," she added. "Please, could you unlock my hands so I can hug you?"

In the half-gloom of the darkened room, she saw his eyes soften.

"All right, baby—as long as you promise to be a good girl."

"I will," Phoebe vowed. And added, "Thank you, Sir," when he reached around her and unhooked the non-con bracelets.

As soon as her arms were free, she put them around his middle and melted against his side. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes as he pulled her close.

"Gods, baby—I love the feeling of you against me," she heard him rumble as her eyes closed.

"I love the feeling of you against me too," Phoebe assured him sleepily. "Thank you for licking me and making me come, Sir."

"Mmm, I just hope you won't hate me for it tomorrow," he remarked.

"Never," Phoebe promised. "I could never hate you for anything—I love you."

"What?" In the darkness, she saw his glowing red eyes widen in surprise. "What did you say?"

"I said I love you," Phoebe admitted recklessly. A little voice inside her head was screaming that she needed to stop—that she was going way too far. But somehow she couldn't shut her mouth off. "I think I've loved you from the first minute I met you—when you ordered me to drop and give you fifty," she went on. "Or at least I had a massive crush on you. You were so stern—so dominant. You're just like the male main characters in the romance books I read."

"You read books about males like me?" he asked, still looking at her with uncertainty in his eyes.

"Oh, yes," Phoebe said. "Mostly about men who like to dominate women and women who want to let them," she explained. "I've always dreamed about being dominated but I never found a human man I wanted to submit to. And then you came into my life and you're such a natural Dom. How could I help falling in love?"

"My dominance isn't necessarily a good trait," he said darkly. "It comes from my Scourge half, you know. It's not a good thing to want to tie females up and tease and torture them sexually—at least the Kindred don't think so."

"I don't care where it comes from—I love it when you dominate me. And I love you," Phoebe repeated. Her voice was getting softer as her thoughts slowed down, but she barely noticed. "I don't care if you love me back or not. No, that's not true—I wish you would love me back, but I know I can't expect to get…to get everything I want." She paused as a yawn caught her by surprise. "Oh, why am I so sleepy all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it has to do with the drug you took," Sirex rumbled. "It's all right if you're tired, baby. You can relax now and sleep if you need to."

"As long as you promise to hold me all night," Phoebe said.

A low rumble of laughter vibrated through his big body.

"I promise."

"Good. Now give me a goodnight kiss," Phoebe demanded sleepily.

"If that's what you want." Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers in a warm, gentle kiss.

Phoebe kissed him back eagerly—she could taste her own special flavor on his lips. But a moment later, Sirex broke the kiss.

"Sleep now, sweetheart," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Just relax and let yourself sleep."

"All right. Good night—I love you," Phoebe murmured.

She didn't hear what he replied because a wave of sleep washed over her and she drifted off, contented and safe in his arms.