There must be a lot of caffeine or some other natural stimulant in that stuff, she thought. She was about to ask Pashmeena, who was walking around barefoot and carefully watering the tickle grass from a can with a long spout, when there was a perfunctory knock on her door and Valen stepped into the room.
“Oh!” Selena was so surprised, her hand shook and spilled scalding tea all over her front. “Ouch!” she gasped. Ripping down the sheet, she looked down at the tops of her breasts, which were turning a splotchy red.
“Are you all right?” Valen demanded, striding across to her.
“I think so. Sorry—you surprised me and I spilled hot tea on myself.”
Selena realized, suddenly, that she was bare-breasted—which shouldn’t have mattered, considering everything they had done together the day before. But she still couldn’t help blushing as the big Kindred leaned over to examine her.
“I’ll have to heal you before we can get ready for our day,” he said decisively. “Pashmeena, some privacy, if you please.” His slightly British-sounding accent made the word sound like “prihvihcy” with a short i sound, Selena thought.
“Yes, Master Valen, at once.” Pashmeena nodded and put down the watering can. “Shall I take away the little Mistress’s First Meal tray?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, please,” Selena told her. “I’m finished—thank you, Pashmeena. It was delicious.”
“You’re very welcome, my lady.” The little old housemaid smiled at her as she took the tray and bustled out the door with it. She somehow managed to close it behind her—though her hands were full—and then Selena and Valen were alone.
“Now, then,” he said briskly. “Come to the side of the bed and let me see those burns.”
“Yes, Master,” Selena murmured.
Crawling to the side of the bed on her hands and knees, she sat naked before him, and waited as he examined the red splotches on the tops of her breasts.
“Hmm…well, it could have been worse. I suppose it’s a good thing the sheet was in the way,” he murmured. “Still…just to be on the safe side…”
And leaning over her, he cupped both her breasts and began to lick their tops, with long, slow, careful strokes.
Selena couldn’t help herself—her breath began coming faster and her heart was drumming against her ribs. She liked the way he touched her—with such confidence and command. Liked the way he just assumed he had the right to heal her like this—to touch and taste her breasts—because he was her Master and she belonged to him.
No, you have to stop thinking like that, she scolded herself. Remember how angry and upset he got last night—remember that he made a vow and he doesn’t really want you!
But she couldn’t help enjoying the big Kindred’s hands and mouth on her breasts and the careful, thorough way he healed her. His warm, spicy, masculine sent filled her senses, making her dizzy, and her pussy was staring to get hot and wet.
“Mmm, I can smell your desire, little one,” Valen growled, looking up at last. “Do you like it when I heal you?”
“Y-yes, Master,” Selena admitted, pressing her thighs together. Her cheeks went hot with the admission—she couldn’t help being a little embarrassed that he could actually smell her heat.
But Valen frowned at her actions.
“No, Selena—don’t try to hide your scent from me,” he said, shaking his head at her. “Spread your legs and let me see your pussy—at once!” he commanded.
Feeling hot all over again at his tone of command, Selena sat up straight and opened her thighs obediently.
“Yes, Master,” she murmured, blushing even harder.
“Gods, you’re so damned tempting when your cheeks get all rosy, little one,” he growled. “Are you ashamed to show me your pussy?”
“No…I don’t know.” Selena hung her head, unwilling to admit that what she was ashamed of was how hot and wet he was making her.
“You shouldn’t be—you have a lovely little cunt,” he murmured. “And now the tops of your breasts are healed, they’re as beautiful and creamy as ever. But speaking of healing, how are your nipples this morning? Does this hurt?” As he spoke, he lightly circled her aching buds with his thumbs, stroking them in a way that sent shivers of desire down Selena’s spine.
“No, Master,” she whispered. “It…it feels good.”
“And this?” Taking her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, he tugged them firmly, sending sparks of pleasure/pain straight down her spine.
Selena moaned softly and thrust her breasts out more, offering herself to him.
“Well?” Valen arched an eyebrow at her. “I asked you a question, little one—does it hurt?”
“It…it hurts a little,” she confessed, finally looking up at him. “But it feels good too. Just like when you bit me,” she added, daringly.
“I see.” Valen frowned and abruptly pulled his hands away. “Good. I am glad you’re healed.”
Selena watched him uncertainly from under her lashes. She hoped she wasn’t pushing things too far. Had she made him mad, by mentioning the way he had bitten her the night before?