Mastering the Mistress (4 page)

“Oh!” Kaylee jumped back in surprise. She’d never seen male sexual organs up close—only in Aunt J’s vids. But even to her unpracticed eye, the Havoc male seemed to have an especially large one.

Lyra barked a laugh.

“Well, well—it looks like the slaver didn’t stuff his trousers after all.” She motioned at Kaylee. “Don’t be afraid, you ninny—it won’t bite! Pull his pants down the rest of the way and get them off.”

Kaylee didn’t like this but Lyra was still holding the remote on her new slave like a weapon, which she supposed it really was. Feeling put-upon, she tugged the tight leather the rest of the way down and got the trousers off his large feet and ankles. Then she stood back and took a deep breath in awe.

Standing naked and stretched spread eagle on the vast silver X which Lyra had called a whipping cross, the slave really was an amazing sight. He was so
big
for one thing—his shoulders were twice as broad as any other male's she'd ever seen and his hands would swallow hers—if she were going to hold his hand, which of course she wasn’t. His broad, muscular chest had a fine mat of light brown curls right between the flat, copper disks of his nipples. A trail of the same wiry hair led down his rippling abdominals like an arrow pointing to his shaft. He had long, muscular legs which were also dusted lightly with hair but Kaylee’s eyes kept returning to what was between them.

Goddess he’s so big,
she thought. Unbidden, the images from her aunt’s porn collection rose in her mind’s eye again. Only this time instead of anonymous actors, the male wore the Havoc’s face and the female wore hers. What would it be like to have something like
that
inside you? Something so thick and long and hard? She was still using the same little pleasure wand she’d gotten as a coming of age gift to relieve her sexual needs, but it wasn’t nearly the size of her new slave’s shaft. Not even
close
.

Stop it,
she told herself.
What’s wrong with you, Kaylee? Get hold of yourself for Goddess’s sake!
But she couldn’t banish the images completely, they kept intruding into her mind, making it difficult to think. Difficult to do anything but imagine what it would be like if she…

“…in your hand.” Lyra’s voice intruded on the illicit fantasy.

“I’m sorry, what?” Kaylee blinked, realizing she’d been tuning out everything but her new slave’s considerable endowment.

Lyra frowned. “Honestly, Kaylee, pay attention—this part is important! I
said
now you have to take his naked shaft in your hand.”

“I
what?
But why?” Kaylee could feel her cheeks burning at the very idea. She squeezed her hands into fists at her sides even though she secretly wanted very much to know what that long, thick shaft felt like. Would it be hard and cold like a block of ice or marble? Would it move if she touched it or stay perfectly still?

Lyra blew out an exasperated breath.

“I
told
you the sexual component of training is important.
Essential
, even.”

“But…then why can’t
you
do it?” Kaylee demanded. “Since you know how.”

“Because
I’m
not his mistress. He has to be submissive to
you,”
Lyra said impatiently. “He has to know that you can handle and touch his body at any time you choose and there is nothing he can do about it. Nothing but submit.”

“But I…I don’t want to
hurt
him.” Kaylee wasn’t sure how delicate a male’s organs were, but she’d heard they could suffer intense pain from the maltreatment of their equipment—especially the egg-shaped testicles that hung below the long, thick shaft.

“You wont’ hurt him just by touching him,” Lyra motioned with the remote. “Now go on—do it! Oh, but wait—get some of this first.”

Never lowering the remote, she reached over and picked up a small bottle of reddish-gold oil which she tossed to Kaylee.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Kaylee looked at the bottle uncertainly.

“Oil him up, of course.” Lyra made it sound like no big deal. “Pretend you’re getting him ready for a feast and you want to show him off.”

“But…but I…” Kaylee tried to protest but Lyra had her stubborn face on.

“I’ll ask you again, Kaylee—would you rather train him using only pain? It
can
be done but it’s not a pleasant process.”

“No, I
guess
not,” Kaylee said reluctantly. “All right, give me a minute.”

She squirted some of the golden red oil in her palm and cupped it for a moment, letting it warm to her body temperature. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to spread oil over her new slave’s most private, intimate places?

It seemed that she was.

Stepping forward, she dared to look up once into his green-gold eyes. They were narrowed as the Havoc glared back at her. He seemed to be almost
daring
her to touch him.

“I…I’ll try not to hurt you,” Kaylee whispered, addressing him directly for the first time. “I don’t know what your name is but I’m not a bad person. I just--”

“Stop apologizing and do what needs to be done,” Lyra interrupted. “And his name is whatever you want it to be. He’s yours now, to name and tame and treat however you want. So get to it, Kaylee and stop acting like you bought a wounded animal at the shelter instead of an expensive piece of property that has to be properly broken in.”

“I’m sorry,” Kaylee breathed for the slave’s ears alone. Then she reached out and slid her hand lightly over his thick shaft. “Oh!” She bit her lip, surprised at how warm he was—even hot. His skin was much softer than she’d supposed too—the texture of flower petals under her fingertips.

This close to him, she was aware of a spicy, dark scent that seemed to rise from his big body and invade her senses. It was warm and rich and unlike anything Kaylee had ever smelled before.
Masculine,
she thought and knew that was it. Somehow his scent was the very essence of whatever it was that made him male. It was nothing like the sweet, floral perfumes that females wore—it was wilder, more dangerous—much like the Havoc himself. To her surprise, she liked it.

She took a deep breath, pulling more of the rich scent into her lungs, and held her new slave more firmly. As she touched him, his thick shaft went from semi-erect to rigid in her palm. She gasped when it throbbed in her hand.

“Look at that, you’re having quite an effect on him,” Lyra cackled, breaking her concentration.

Kaylee looked up and saw that her prisoner was looking at her again. His eyes were half-lidded now and the rumble in his chest was rising to a growl again. Goddess, had she hurt him? Was he angry with her?

“I…I should stop,” she said, drawing her hand away.

“No, you shouldn’t—you’ve barely gotten started,” Lyra snapped. “Now cup his balls and give them a good squeeze—let him know who his mistress is.”

“I…” Kaylee looked uncertainly at the rounded testicles hanging below his rigid shaft. “I don’t know.”

“Do it!” Lyra demanded, gesturing with the remote. “This is his weak point so
use
it. Let him know he can expect both pain and pleasure from your hand!”

Biting her lip, Kaylee reached under his massive shaft and cupped him gently in her oiled hand. She didn’t care what Lyra said—she wasn’t going to squeeze or twist or give him pain. But she had to admit she
did
want to touch this most delicate part of him. He seemed so strong and huge and muscular—it was appealing, somehow, to be able to hold his weakness in her hand.

As she stroked him lightly, the slave gave a low groan and his shaft twitched. A small bead of clear fluid appeared at the tip of the broad, plum-shaped head.

“Oh? Did I hurt you?” Kaylee asked anxiously, forgetting she wasn’t supposed to talk to him.

His only response was another deep growl but he didn’t seem to be pulling away from her touch. In fact, if anything, he was moving into it. Hesitantly, Kaylee wrapped her other hand around his oil-slicked shaft. Just as she’d seen the female do in the porn vid, she began to stroke him up and down as she fondled the sac between his legs. The slave groaned again and his hips began to pump, moving in time to her hesitant stroking.

* * *

Solar groaned as Kaylee continued to stroke him. Now his new mistress had all of him—all of his malehood—cradled in her hands. If she was the kind of female Lyra was, she could cause him spectacular pain. But instead of twisting or squeezing his balls like her sadistic friend demanded, Kaylee seemed more interested in exploring him…in
teasing
him, Gods damn her!

He wanted to hold himself back, wanted to remain still and unresponsive under her touch but he couldn’t help his body’s reaction. Her small, soft hands on his cock and balls simply felt too good. He couldn’t help thrusting between her oil-slicked fingers, couldn’t help groaning when she touched him so. Gods, it was humiliating to be forced to react like this! To be forced to submit to her touch and the pleasure it brought him.

Solar swore to himself again that she would pay for this. That he would give her back exactly what she was giving him with interest the minute he got free…

“If you’re not careful you’ll make him spill,” Lyra’s nasal voice cut through his pleasure and the soft little hand on his shaft stopped stroking.

“Make him spill what?” Kaylee asked, sounding uncertain.

“His seed. Too much friction can make a male spill his seed—I’ve seen it happen often enough to know.” Lyra sounded almost bored. “Once it starts, there’s no stopping it and it gets
everywhere.
Better stop unless you want a big mess to clean up.”

“Oh…all right.” The soft little hands were withdrawn from his shaft and balls.

Solar drew a breath of mingled relief and disappointment. He hadn’t wanted to humiliate himself further by coming, but at the same time, her caress was fucking
addictive
. Though he hated himself for it, he missed her hands on him already.

No—don’t think that way!
He closed his eyes tightly.
Hang on—you’ll get out of this soon and then you can make her pay. Make her sorry she ever bought you in the first place. Just hang on!

“Is this his seed?” Solar’s eyes flew open and he saw that Kaylee was pointing to the drop of precum that had formed on the tip of his achingly hard cock.

“No, that’s his…” Lyra’s snub-nosed face suddenly got a crafty expression. “That’s his
nectar,”
she said to Kaylee. “You should taste it.”

“I should what?” Kaylee’s blue-gray eyes got wide as she looked at her friend uncertainly.

“Remember how the slaver told us Havoc males have a long lifespan?” Lyra said. “Well, some of their longevity can be harvested if you taste their nectar. I’ve even heard of some mistresses keeping a Havoc around just to milk them for their nectar and maintain their own youth.”

“You’re kidding,” Kaylee said flatly. “Why didn’t you say all this earlier when we were buying him?”

“I just now remembered it,” Lyra said quickly. “I think your Aunt Jamelda kept a Havoc slave for just such a purpose. Why do you think she still looked and acted so young despite her age?”

"I just thought she had a lot of surgical youth enhancements. But you’re saying I should lick…” Kaylee didn’t appear to be able to finish the sentence.

“Lick his shaft. Harvest his nectar. It has to be right from the source.” Lyra’s eyes gleamed. “Go on, Kaylee—do it.”

“But—”

“The nectar has life extending properties,” Lyra insisted. “And it will help you establish your dominance over him. Show him you can harvest his nectar any time you want and there’s nothing he can do about it. Go ahead, Kaylee—do it!”

Solar felt another growl rising in his throat. There actually
was
some truth in what Lyra was saying. Not about any "nectar" of course--that was ridiculous. However, the Havoc
could
choose to share their longevity with a female--but only if they bonded with them at great personal risk to themselves. For this reason,
We do not bond
was the Havoc code.

Still, he knew of Havoc males—very few and far between—who had actually been foolish enough to break the code and bond with a female. It was true that such a bonding shortened the Havoc’s life but it also lengthened his mate’s lifespan considerably. In the end, Solar believed things almost evened out.

But he didn’t think a longer lifespan was the true reason Lyra was urging his new mistress to lick his shaft.

As Kaylee took him in her hand again and bent hesitantly towards the precum beading on the tip of his cock, he saw her friend take out what appeared to be some kind of recording device and aim it in their direction. What in the Seven Hells was Lyra doing? Why would she want a record of this act?

All his questions immediately disappeared when Kaylee put out her little pink tongue and swiped it hesitantly over the crown of his cock.