Forgotten (30 page)

Trying to get hold of
herself, she squirted a little more of the body wash onto his
fingers and then grasped his wrist tightly. There was no point in
putting this off—it
had
to get done. She couldn’t stand to go around with
the horrible black slime all over the most sensitive and delicate
area on her body. She wanted to feel clean inside and
out.

Taking his big hand, she placed it firmly on
the mound of her pussy.

“
Right…right there,” she
said, trying to sound sure of herself. “That’s where I need
you…need you to clean me, I mean.”

“
Okay, baby. I’ll be
gentle—I swear,” Rone murmured.

He began to rub her, just up and down at
first, not trying to spread her or finger her, just sliding his
soapy fingers and palm up and down over her outer lips and the
small patch of deep red curls on her mound. It felt really good,
but Kate knew it could feel better.

No, you mean you could be
cleaner—and you want to be clean, don’t you?
Once more, the little voice didn’t sound like her own
internal monologue but Kate found herself agreeing with it anyway.
Yes, that
was
what she had meant. She needed to let the big Kindred get her
clean—clean everywhere.

Hardly knowing what she was doing, she
spread her legs, taking a wider stance. The motion opened her pussy
lips and before she knew it, she could feel Rone’s long middle
finger sliding up and down the cleft of her pussy. Spread open, as
she was, she could feel her clit swelling at the light friction,
making her squirm in his arms and give a soft moan.

Rone stopped his motion though he kept his
hand curled around her mound.

“
Baby?” he murmured. “Is
everything okay?”

“
Everything, except…” Now
they came to the moment of truth and Kate was simultaneously so
embarrassed and so turned on she hardly knew what to do.

Do what you have to in
order to get clean,
ordered the little
voice that had been bugging her. The one that sounded like it was
coming from outside her head somehow.
Do
whatever it takes. You know you can’t stand to feel
dirty—especially there.

Well, that was certainly true. Kate told
herself she was being foolish—the little voice was just saying what
she wanted to hear—it was probably the voice of her own wishful
thinking.

She took a deep breath. “Everything is okay
except I think some of that stuff—the pool stuff—got up…up inside
me.” God, she could feel her cheeks burning and her breath was
coming short, admitting this to him.

“
Do you need me to wash
inside you?” Rone asked in a low voice.

“
Y-yes,” she whispered,
wishing she could make her voice steadier.

“
How far inside?” he
murmured. “Just your inner pussy? Or
deep
inside you?”

“
I…I don’t know. Maybe
both,” Kate confessed. She hadn’t exactly had a chance to examine
herself—she just knew what she felt like and it wasn’t
good.

“
How about I start with
your inner pussy?” he asked softly. “And then if you need me to go
deeper you can tell me.”

“
All…all right,” Kate
whispered. God, she just couldn’t believe she was doing this—or
rather, letting
him
do this. But how else could she get clean?

There’s no other way—this
is it,
the voice whispered.
So let him do it—go on, you know you want
to.

“
Okay,” Rone breathed
softly. “And do you want to spread your pussy lips open so I can
really get to you? Or do you want me to do it for you?”

“
I…um…” Kate could barely
think. He was still standing there with her pussy cupped in his big
hand. “You…you do it,” she decided in a low voice.

“
All right. And I want you
to know something, baby—I’m going to be very,
very
gentle. I know how sensitive
your pussy is.”

“
Thank you,” Kate
whispered, having a hard time getting the words out.

“
No—thank you for trusting
me to help you.” He reached around her with his other hand and
parted her pussy lips wide with his left hand. Then, with his
right, he began to stroke and caress her inner folds.

Kate let out a low, trembling moan as he
found the sensitive bud of her clit effortlessly. He bracketed it
with two long fingers and began sliding up and down, caressing
around the tender little bundle of nerves in just the right
way.

“
Oh…
oh,”
she gasped as he stroked her
over and over. His hands were so big but his touch was light and
gentle. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her to give her
maximum pleasure.

“
Does that feel all right,
baby?” he murmured in her ear. “Are you clean yet?”

“
It feels amazing,” Kate
admitted breathlessly. “I just…” She looked down at herself and
nearly moaned again at the erotic sight. He was holding her
open—wide open—with one hand, as he stroked and teased her inner
pussy with the other. As she watched, the pad of his middle finger
made a slow circle around the throbbing pink bud of her clit. God,
it was
hot.

“
Are you clean yet?” he
asked again. “Or do you need me to keep it up? Or move someplace
else?”

Should tell him to
stop,
Kate told herself. But there was
still black stuff from the pool on her. Well, if not
on
her exactly
then
in
her.

You can’t stop now,
the other voice told her.
You have to let him keep going.

“
Keep going,” she heard
herself say. “Please, don’t…don’t stop yet.”

“
Of course, baby.” He
continued the soft, tender massage that was driving her crazy.
“I’ll keep going until you say to stop. Until you’re all, uh,
clean.”

“
Thank you,” Kate
whispered, pressing her hips up to meet his fingers. She was
feeling and looking much cleaner. Still, there was one place he
hadn’t washed yet… “Rone?” she whispered.

“
Mm-hmm?” His voice was a
deep rumble in her ear.

“
Remember how you asked if
I needed you to wash…wash inside me?” Kate asked softly.

“
Of course,” he
acknowledged. “Do you need me to?”

“
I think…I think I do,”
Kate admitted, her cheeks flaming. “Do…do you mind?”

“
Hell no, baby. It’ll be
my pleasure,” he assured her in that deep, soft voice of his. “Just
tell me when you want me to stop and I will.”

“
Okay, I—” But Kate
couldn’t finish her sentence. Before she could, two long, strong
fingers were slipping through her inner folds and finding the
entrance to her pussy. She moaned and gasped as she felt him slide
up inside her. God, even his fingers were big! But they felt
so
good,
fucking
slowly in and out of her and hitting bottom with each
stroke.

As he stroked in and out of her with his
fingers, Rone used his other hand to continue circling her clit.
Soon he had a rhythm going with his long fingers sliding in and out
of her while his other fingertips glided over her tender
button.

Kate couldn’t help
herself—she knew he was only supposed to be cleaning her but again,
she had that feeling of her body opening and responding in a way it
never had before. Of course, she’d had orgasms and sexual pleasure
in the past—she was quite good at giving that to herself, thank you
very much. But the feeling of being so expertly and gently touched
by another person who knew her body as well as she did was
completely new. She felt her orgasm building and knew she couldn’t
stop it—didn’t even
want
to stop it.

“
Oh,” she gasped, unable
to help herself. “Oh, Rone…that feels so…so…
good.
”

“
That’s right, baby. Love
to make you feel good,” he growled softly in her ear. “Love to
touch your sweet body and make you come.”

At his words, Kate felt something—some surge
of power that seemed to move through her like an electrical
shock.

Yes, let him make you
come!
the strange voice muttered in her
ear.
Let him do it and then give yourself
to him—here and now.

Suddenly her mind was filled with a vivid
picture—the big Kindred taking her against the glass wall of the
shower stall, spreading her thighs wide and thrusting that huge,
thick shaft of his deep into her tight, unprotected pussy. In the
image, Kate was moaning and crying and scratching his back. Her
legs wrapped around his lean hips as she rode him frantically,
impaling herself on his long cock, like a woman who had suddenly
gone crazy.

Oh my God, where is this coming from? This
isn’t me! I’m not acting like myself and this weird voice…these
thoughts and images…what the Hell is going on?

The thought seemed to wake something up
inside her and suddenly her sixth sense—the Knowing—came abruptly
to life.

Danger!
it whispered in Kate’s ear.
This is dangerous Kate! Be careful!

With a gasp, Kate pushed the big Kindred’s
fingers out of herself and tore away, trying to put some distance
between them.

“
Kate? Kate, what’s going
on?” Rone was left standing there, looking completely
confused.

“
I…I don’t know.” Kate bit
her lip, not sure how to explain it without sounding crazy. How
could she say that she felt she’d been manipulated by some outside
force into doing something she wouldn’t normally have
done?

“
Why did you stop?” Rone
asked in a low, harsh voice. He was breathing hard and his shaft
was standing at full attention. “You were about to come, I could
tell. You were trembling just the way you always do right before it
hits you.”

“
I…I just couldn’t.” Kate
raked a hand through her dripping hair. “This isn’t me. I
don’t…don’t know why I was acting like that when I feel like I
barely know you. I would never let some guy I hardly know do
that…let him touch me and make me come. I don’t…don’t know what
came over me.”

She expected the big Kindred to be angry.
And Rone did take a few deep breaths that sounded rough and
frustrated. But then, to her surprise, he nodded.

“
Yeah, that’s true,” he
growled. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to take advantage. I guess I
thought…I hoped…that maybe your memory was coming back and that’s
why you were letting me touch you that way even after the stuff
from the pool was gone.”

“
Sorry—I still don’t
remember anything.” Kate shivered. She was standing clear of the
warm spray of water now and she was beginning to feel cold. She
still didn’t understand what had happened to her and she felt weird
and uncertain about it.

“
You sound like your teeth
are chattering,” Rone said. He ran a hand through his wet hair.
“Look—let’s get out of here and dry off. Okay?”

“
Sure. I think we’ve been
in here about an hour.” Kate tried to laugh but it came out
sounding forced.

“
Yeah, something like
that,” he muttered. “Uh, could you tell me when you’re covered so I
can take this damn blindfold off?”

“
Oh—of course.” Kate got
out of the shower stall quickly and wrapped herself in a thick,
puffy white towel—noting as she did so that she was completely
clean and free of the awful black slime. Good. “I’m decent now,”
she said to the big Kindred who had turned off the water and was
standing there waiting.

“
Okay, thanks,” he said
shortly, taking off the blindfold. There was an air of coiled
tension about him that made Kate feel jumpy. Was he still on edge
because she hadn’t let him finish her off? But he’d had an orgasm
himself—so why would he be tense that
she
hadn’t had one?

“
Here—so you can dry off.”
Kate held out a towel

“
Thanks.” He looked at her
briefly before taking the towel and rubbing himself down briskly.
“All clean?” he asked.

“
Yes. Um…thank you.” Kate
could feel her cheeks heating as she considered the way he had
cleaned her so thoroughly. Her body was still throbbing with need
almost as though she was still right on the edge of coming. It was
an uncomfortable sensation.

Rone sighed deeply. “No problem, baby.”

But there was a slight
growl in his voice that made Kate wonder if everything was all
right with him. And his eyes seemed to be glowing even more
brightly than usual. What was going on? She opened her mouth to
ask…and then stopped. What if it had something to do with
the
hunger—
that
mysterious problem he had refused to talk to her about when they
were aboard the ship? He’d gotten really defensive when she asked
about it and things were already awkward enough between them as it
was. Reluctantly, she decided just to leave things as they were and
hope the awkwardness would pass.

Yeah, right—like that’s a
possibility after you just jerked him off in the shower and nearly
let him do the same to you,
whispered the
sarcastic little voice in her head. Well, at least the voice
sounded like her own internal monologue. Kate still didn’t know
where the outside voice had been coming from, the one that had been
urging her to give in and do what she wanted with the big Kindred.
She only knew it felt
wrong
somehow.