Burning for Love (Kindred Tales)

“Oh, do…do you like them?” Rissa risked another glance over her shoulder, to see that his metallic blue eyes were half-lidded and admiring. “Lady Mildew always says they’re too big for a proper lady.”

“They’re not too big—they’re perfect. May I touch them?” he asked softly, his hands resting lightly on her bare shoulders.

Rissa liked the contrast of his skin against her own—tan against brown—but his request surprised her. She had thought he would want to do something to her forbidden area right away. But she supposed that if she was going to get to know her body, this was a good place to start.

“All right,” she whispered. “I guess that would be all right, James.”

“Thank you for trusting me, Princess,” he growled softly in her ear. And then his big hands were sliding from her shoulders to her breasts, cupping them gently but firmly.

By this time she had begun to feel hot again and his cool hands felt wonderful on her heated flesh. They felt even better, however, when he began to lightly thumb her nipples, just barely caressing her points and causing hot sparks to rush straight from their tips to the spot between her legs.

“Oh…Oh, James!” she whispered, arching her back to thrust her breasts more fully into his hands and squeezing her thighs together. “What…whatever are you doing?”

“Touching you to make you feel good,” he answered simply. “I didn’t want to start between your thighs—it’s better to build the pleasure slowly.” As he spoke, he continued to circle her nipples lightly, making Rissa moan softly under her breath and writhe against him.

“I…James, I have never felt such things,” she whispered.

“Because you have never been allowed to feel them—never been allowed to touch yourself for pleasure,” he murmured. “But this is your right, Ka’rissa. It’s your body—you should be able to touch it any way you want to.”

“Th-thank you. But I thought you were going to…to introduce me to the forbidden part of myself,” she moaned breathlessly.

“I am,” James promised in that deep, dark voice of his that seemed to fill her like a glass filling water as he spoke in her ear. “If you’ll spread your legs for me, Princess.”

A little spasm of terror went through her. Should she really do this? Wasn’t it wrong to let a man touch her so intimately?

But he’s only going to help me know myself, she thought. Isn’t he? It’s not like he’s going to kiss me on the mouth—I would never allow that.

James seemed to sense her reluctance, just as he had when he was bathing her.

“Ka’rissa,” he murmured in her ear. “I swear you have nothing to fear—I would never hurt you. Can you open yourself for me?”

The soft rumbling tone of his voice seemed to loosen something that was almost like a clenched fist inside Rissa. Slowly, she parted her legs for him, trusting him as she didn’t even trust herself to touch her sensitive, forbidden area.

“Thank you, Princess,” he murmured. “Now spread a little wider—there. Perfect. Now, look.”

Rissa looked down and saw that he had propped a small mirror between her open thighs—it must have been what he had gotten from her dressing table, she realized.

“What…what are you doing?” she asked uncertainly. The mirror’s shiny surface reflected an image of her outer mound with its soft curls and vertical slit. Why would he want to show her such a thing?

“I’m introducing you to yourself,” James said simply. “First of all, we’re no longer going to refer to this part of you as your ‘forbidden area’.’’

“We’re not?” Rissa asked, surprised. “What…what are we going to call it?”

“There are many names for it,” James told her. “You could call it your sex… your feminine core. Many Kindred call it a ‘pussy’, which is, I think, a reference to an Earth animal sometimes called a ‘pussy cat.’ It’s soft and sleek and feminine and it loves to be stroked,” he added in explanation.

“A…pussy. My pussy,” Rissa repeated.

“That’s right, your soft little pussy,” James murmured. “Would you like to touch yourself there, Ka’rissa? Would you like to cup your pussy in your hand?”

Rissa bit her lip. For years and years reaching between her legs had meant an instant, painful electric shock because of the Chastity Wire. It was terribly difficult to get over the conditioning that had caused her to equate pain with touching her forbidden area—no, my pussy, she reminded herself. But she knew that the wire was broken now—James had broken it so it couldn’t hurt her anymore.

“All right,” she whispered at last. “I…I’ll try.”

Slowly, she reached between her legs and—wincing a little with the automatic and ingrained anticipation of a shock—very lightly cupped her mound.

“Good,” James murmured in her ear. “Feel it, Ka’rissa—how does your pussy feel? Describe it to me.”

“It’s…soft,” Rissa said. “My curls are soft and springy. And it’s hot,” she added. “I…I think I might be heating up between my nether lips.”