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murmured,
breaking her train of thought.
    If you
only knew… Tess wondered if she
ought to say something. Maybe if she explained her situation he would
understand. Maybe…
    “But I suppose it’s better you’re not,” he
continued.
    Okay…guess
I’ll keep my mouth shut.
    “After all,” he continued. “It’s only
because you’re a puppet that I can really talk to you. I can tell you
things…things no one else may know.”
    He looked at her, searching her face with
those gorgeous eyes. Tess looked back, fighting to keep her expression
impassive though her heart was pounding again. She wasn’t sure if she should
answer him or not but he seemed to be waiting for some acknowledgment of his
words.
    “Yes,” she murmured at last, deciding that
less was probably more.
    “I can do things with you.” The fire was
suddenly back in his eyes, making them blaze with the same hunger she’d seen
when he first chose her back at the Pairing House.
    “I…um…yes, I guess…” she whispered,
starting to feel nervous.
    “ Forbidden things,” he rumbled.
    “Um… what? What kinds of…of forbidden things?”Tess
couldn’t help it. She knew her reaction wasn’t what it should be or would be if
she was a real Pairing Puppet but the words just slipped out.
    His eyes blazed.
    “I want to hold you…to touch you
everywhere. And I want to taste you.”
    “I…I…” Tess had no idea how to react. What
exactly did he mean when he said he wanted to “taste” her? It wasn’t what she
was thinking, was it?
    “Take off your clothing.” He was already
tugging at the black lace negligee-dress she was wearing and before she knew
it, Tess found herself down to her bra and underwear.
    At
least you have on a nice, matching set, the little voice in her head pointed out helpfully. Both
bra and panties were black satin, shiny and smooth with little bows in the
front.
    “I…but I…” she started to protest, but the
big warrior was already rubbing his cheek against her skin. The gesture was
both animalistic and strangely sensual. For a moment he reminded her of a cat—a
really freaking big one. It was almost as though he wanted to scent mark her
all over—to claim her as his own.
    Tess felt tongue tied—unable to stop him
as he rubbed his face between her breasts and then down to her trembling
abdomen. She was still frozen, even when he laid her gently on the bed and
continued down, sliding past her belly button to rub his cheek directly against
the black satin crotch of her panties.
    “Gods,” he murmured, inhaling deeply, as
though he wanted to breathe in her scent. “You smell so fucking good.” He
looked up at her again. “I want to taste you, little one. Want to rip away this
tiny little garment and spread your sweet pussy with my tongue.”
    “Y-you do?” Tess stuttered. His hot words
made her feel like her entire body was blushing.
    Slowly, he nodded. “I’m going to spend
hours between your legs, mapping every secret fold, making you come over and
over again. Gods…” He inhaled, his eyes burning. “I can smell how hot and wet
you’re getting. Can’t wait to taste your honey right from the source.”
    Oh my
God…oh my God! Tess felt utterly exposed even with her underwear still
on. She could feel the big warrior’s hot breath through the thin material of
her panties and though she didn’t want it to, her body was reacting to him, her
nipples getting hard and her pussy hot and wet in a way that scared her.
    Shouldn’t
be feeling this way. It’s dangerous…wrong…
    Pierce never wanted to see such signs of
arousal in her—never wanted her to show pleasure or suggest anything new.
Anything like this. In fact, he had
never done what the big warrior was describing except for that one time when
he…
    Is
this what you want, Princess? a mean little
voice—the voice of her ex—whispered in her ear. Something new? Something kinky? Something only a little whore would want?
    No,
don’t think of it. Don’t