Karn gave her a lustful grin.
“You’ll get no complaints from me, baby. Love the feel of your soft little hands on me.”
“I like the feel of yours on me too,” Lilli admitted, feeling her cheeks get hot. “You…you’re so good at touching me in just the right way, Karn.”
“Well, a bodyslave has to be good at giving his Mistress a massage,” he pointed out. “Especially an intimate massage—to help release her tensions.”
Lilli hadn’t thought of it like that. Maybe it was all right to let him touch and stroke her. If only her mother hadn’t interrupted, she would have happily let the big Kindred continue for hours.
“Well, maybe later you can, uh, massage me again,” she said, smiling up at him.
“That would be my pleasure, little Mistress,” Karn rumbled, getting out of bed. “Come on—let’s get showered before your mother comes looking for you.”
The thought of her mother bursting in on them in the shower got Lilli moving. Shedding her nightdress, she followed the big Kindred into the bathroom where he had already gotten the shower going.
They stepped in together and Lilli donned the sponge glove. She washed Karn as she had the day before, saving his long, hard shaft for last.
“Why are you always so hard around me?” she asked, looking up at him as she stroked up and down his cock.
“Told you already, Mistress—my body reacts to yours,” he growled softly, looking down at her. “I can’t help getting hard when I see your sweet, curvy little body or feel you pressed against me.”
Lilli bit her lip. “I like your body too,” she admitted. “I like how big and hard you are.” To emphasize her point, she stroked from the thick base of his shaft, over his mating fist, and up to the flaring crown where a bead of precum was forming.
Karn threw back his head and growled in pleasure.
“Gods! Love the feeling of your soft little hand stroking me like that!” He gave her a lustful grin. “For a virgin, you’ve got quite a technique, little Mistress.”
“I like to touch you,” Lilli admitted recklessly. She was facing him, looking up into his eyes as she stroked his shaft. “I like to bring you pleasure the way you brought me pleasure.”
“Well, if you’re not careful, you’re going to bring me too much pleasure and I’ll wind up painting your belly with my seed,” he growled hoarsely. “I mean it, Lilli—I’m really fucking close here. Exploring your soft little pussy and tasting your pussy honey earlier has me right on the edge.”
Lilli licked her lips.
“Maybe I want to bring you too much pleasure,” she said. “I…I really liked, uh, jerking you off last night.” She looked up at him. “Did…did you mind me doing that?”
“I like it better this morning, when it’s just the two of us,” Karn growled.
“And do you mind me making you spend?” Lilli inquired.
Karn spread his hands.
“Mistress, if you want to bring me to completion and make me spill my seed, that’s your prerogative. You own me, after all—body and soul.”
The way he said it sent a shiver down Lilli’s spine.
“You act like I own you because you want me to—not just because my mother bought you,” she said.
“Maybe I like being owned by you,” Karn murmured. “You’re different from any other Mistress—any other female—I’ve ever met. I like your mixture of innocence and daring—the way you’ve never touched a male before but you’re willing to take me in hand and make me spend for you.”
“Oh…” Lilli whispered. She didn’t know what to say to that. She only knew that the closer she got to the big Kindred, the closer she wanted to get.
She’d never dreamed that she would want to do the kinds of things she’d been doing with Karn ever since they’d met. She’d been encouraged to live a sexless existence at the convent and the blatant, aggressive sexual dominance of Yonnite society left her cold. Yet somehow, Karn had helped her find a middle ground—one where the two of them pleasured each other and didn’t worry about who was in charge.
Karn leaned down, his face close to hers as she stroked him.
“Make me come, baby,” he growled softly, looking into her eyes. “Your little hands on me feel so good—make me spend for you.”
“Yes, Karn,” she whispered breathlessly. Slipping off the sponge glove, she took his long shaft in her bare hand and began to stroke in a hot, quick rhythm. At the same time, she reached beneath his shaft with her other hand and cradled the heavy sac hanging there. She weighed his balls in her palm and then gently tickled them, using just the tips of her fingers.
“Gods, little Mistress—coming! Coming so hard,” Karn groaned and leaned over her, bracing his hands on either side of her head at the back wall of the shower.