Jillian turned her head and saw that he was comparing, pressing the sole of her foot to the palm of his big hand. Sure enough, his long fingers came up past her heel.
“See? Tiny,” Kalis rumbled. “Just relax, little Mistress, and let me care for you.”
“But you don’t have to…ohhh,” Jillian moaned again, as he pressed his thumbs into the arch of her foot, right where it always hurt after she’d been working a long shift in the kitchen. “Oh God, that’s amazing…”
“I’m glad I can please you,” Kalis murmured. “I was trained at the Glorious Spa of Pleasures and Desire by my second Mistress, you know.”
“Oh yes, Mistress, er, Douchenbag said something about that,” Jillian said dreamily. She decided to give up and let him massage her feet—they were clean, anyway, and not everybody thought feet were gross like she did.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the soft, floral fragrance that perfumed the air. God, she was feeling more and more relaxed as he continued to work the pink oil into her skin. She was even beginning to see a faint aura of rainbow light around the objects and people in the room. Was that normal?
It occurred to her to wonder if everything was all right, but she felt so calm and relaxed, she didn’t see how anything could be wrong. And besides, the rainbows were pretty.
“So you were trained to do massages after your first Mistress died?” she asked Kalis, still engrossed in his story.
“Mmm-hmm. My second Mistress bought me at auction, as I said. And since she had no interest in the Blood Circuit and only wanted a big, strong-looking bodyslave to enhance her status during business dealings, she had me trained as a pleasure slave instead,” Kalis told her.
“But…that must have been a big change,” Jillian objected.
“Oh, it was,” Kalis agreed amiably. “Went from fighting for my life every night to learning the best way to pleasure a female’s most delicate places. But I’m Kindred, you know—pleasuring a female comes naturally to me. I actually enjoy it—unlike some of these unlucky bastards,” he added. “There’s nothing sadder than a male who must serve a Mistress he hates. Luckily, I’ve never been in that position.”
“But you’re not telling me you like being enslaved, are you?” Jillian objected.
“No. More like I’m resigned to it, now,” Kalis said, meditatively. “What I like is having a Mistress to serve who I respect.”
Jillian shot another look at Mistress Douchenbag, but the other woman had her mouth open slightly and a faint snore was issuing from her nose.
“So I take it you don’t respect Mistress Douche-bag over there?” she murmured.
“Afraid not,” Kalis growled. “Let’s just say we’re not a good fit.”
“Why not?” Jillian asked.
“Well, she bought me to guard her store after my second Mistress had to sell off her staff, due to gambling debts,” Kalis said. He was finished with her feet and working his way up her calves now. “And so I fucking well protected it—pardon my language, little Mistress,” he added. “But when she saw me change forms, she went damn near crazy with fear and she’s been trying to rid herself of me ever since.”
“Change forms?” Jillian asked. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m a B’varren Kindred—we have two forms,” Kalis explained. His big hands were on her thighs now, his thumbs digging into the tender flesh just under her buttocks. “Mistress, would you care to spread your legs for me? Females carry so much tension in their hips and thighs—I can’t properly work you unless you’re open for me.”
“O-open for you?” Jillian stuttered.
Despite how calm she’d become, her heart started beating quicker. She had a million questions about what he’d just said—this “other form” business was especially confusing. What in the world had Mistress Douchenbag seen that had her so desperate to get rid of the big Kindred?
But now her questions seemed to fly right out of her head as his big hands caressed and kneaded her upper thighs and ass. God, it felt so good. She could feel her pussy getting wet and hot as he stroked and caressed her intimately. His big hands on her felt so good and his warm, masculine scent was invading her senses. It was also hot to have him leaning over her like this—it made her feel vulnerable, but in a good way somehow…
“Open for me, Mistress,” Kalis growled softly, interrupting her forbidden thoughts. “Let me massage you thoroughly.”
Somehow, Jillian found she was doing as he asked, spreading her legs to let him get his big hands between them. She could feel her pussy lips parting at the same time and wondered if he could see them and the pink inner folds of her pussy. Could he tell how wet she was getting?
If he could, Kalis didn’t say anything about it.
“That’s good,” he rumbled, kneading her inner thighs gently but firmly. “So good of you, little Mistress, to open yourself for me and let me massage you so thoroughly.” As he spoke, he was gently kneading her inner thighs and she could feel his fingers brushing lightly against her outer pussy lips as he did. Though he was careful not to touch inside her, even the slightest touch of his long fingers against her pussy sent shivers of desire down her spine.