Cassie squeezed her thighs together even tighter, miserable with the thought that Stone was probably thinking the exact same things her ex had said to her so many times. Was he wishing he had a thinner partner to play this part with? Maybe Melissa from Vice—she was stick-thin.
She’s also way back on Earth—light years away from where you and Stone are now, Cassie reminded herself. You need to try and get over this insecurity so you can play your part. Remember what Kat said—you can’t let your cover slip, even for a moment! You could be endangering the whole mission because you’re upset about Stone seeing your overlarge ass!
But all the self-recrimination and lecturing in the world couldn’t help her relax like she knew she ought to. She just laid there feeling miserable and she actually jumped a little when she felt her partner’s big hands being to caress her bare bottom.
“Mistress,” Stone murmured, as he rubbed her, lightly at first. “Have I ever told you how beautiful I find this part of your body?”
“Uh…what?” Cassie actually lifted her head out of the face-rest cushion and looked back at him for a moment in shock. What was he talking about? Was he still just playing a part?
But the look Stone gave her wasn’t like one conspirator winking at another. In fact, quite the opposite. His pale blue eyes were blazing with desire as he continued to stroke her bottom.
“Your ass,” he growled softly, beginning to knead the body part in question. “It’s so full…so luscious. It’s a pleasure and a privilege to touch you here and try to ease your tension.”
Oh my God, I think he actually means it!
Was her partner an ass-man? Did he actually like big butts and hips and thighs? Was her pear shape as lovely to the big Kindred as a skinny girl’s shape would be to a human man?
Cassie’s head was spinning. She remembered everything Kat had told her about how the Kindred loved full-figured women. It had seemed like a nice concept at the time but Cassie hadn’t applied the idea to her relationship with Stone. Mostly, she supposed, because they were just friends.
Only friends don’t rub each other’s asses and then say how much they enjoy doing it! whispered a little voice in her head.
And how did she feel about that, Cassie asked herself? She had always considered Stone incredibly attractive but way, way out of her league. With his chiseled features and big, hard, muscular body, they weren’t even in the same ballpark. But could it be that her partner found Cassie attractive? As attractive as she found him?
That was hard to believe and yet, the way Stone was looking at her reminded her of a starving man looking at a buffet. That piercing look in his blue eyes was hungry and it seemed that Cassie was exactly to his taste.
“Um…thank you, Stone,” she murmured weakly at last. “That…that’s very nice of you.”
Not sure what else to say, she put her face back in the face-rest. But her partner wasn’t done yet.
“I love to touch you—love to massage you,” he went on, his long fingers digging skillfully into her flesh as he worked on her bottom and her upper thighs. “I dream about it often, Mistress. About stroking your beautiful body and bringing you pleasure.”
“You…you’re doing an excellent job of it,” Cassie assured him breathlessly. God, she couldn’t believe he was talking this way to her! He didn’t have to say all this stuff in order to play the part of her body-slave, so why was he saying it?
“I could do even better if I was allowed to use my tongue and not just my hands,” he growled softly. And then he was parting her legs to massage her inner thighs.
Cassie gasped quietly but didn’t try to stop him. The sensation of her partner’s big hands on her bare body felt too good for her to protest. And now that it seemed he actually liked this part of her body, she felt much less inclined to try and squirm away from him in shame.
“So beautiful,” Stone murmured, massaging even deeper. “So ripe and full and perfect.”
She could feel him pressing against her outer pussy lips as he rubbed her now. Though he didn’t enter her, with every massaging stroke, she could feel the pads of his thumbs pressing against her sensitive clit on either side—in essence, giving her a clit massage too, even though he never directly touched it, having never parted her pussy lips.
Cassie bit her lip as sparks of pleasure rushed through her. She couldn’t hold back the moan that rose to her lips or stop herself from lifting her hips and spreading her legs, giving Stone better access to her bare pussy.
“Gods, Mistress, so gorgeous,” he growled hoarsely. “Are you ready to flip over and let me massage your front now?”
“My…my front?” Cassie bit her lip, her uncertainty rushing back. Should she let her partner do this? It was, after all, supposed to be an erotic massage but still…
“There are certain areas I could reach more easily if you turned over for me,” Stone murmured. As he spoke, his thumbs rubbed relentlessly against her outer pussy lips, caressing her swollen clit within and making Cassie hotter than she could ever remember being.
“I…I don’t know, Stone,” she whispered. “That seems rather, er, intimate, don’t you think?”
“Trust me,” he murmured again. “You know that I’ll always be gentle with you, Cassandra. I’ll never hurt you. I just want to give you pleasure.”
His use of her real name instead of calling her “Mistress” made Cassie wonder if they were going too far. Was Stone forgetting himself? Losing himself in the role he was playing?
If so, she was definitely in danger of losing herself too. The big Kindred’s hands on her body were incredibly erotic. He touched her with a knowledge and skill that no other lover she’d ever been with had displayed.
But he’s my partner—my best friend, Cassie reminded herself hazily. I can’t lose sight of that! If I’m not careful, I’ll ruin the best friendship in my life!
Because how could they go back to being just partners if they went too far together here? Cassie didn’t believe in the idea of “friends with benefits.” She’d tried it once before, with a dear friend in college, and had lost him as a consequence. When you brought physical intimacy into a friendship, it almost always killed the friendship and ruined any relationship going forward. Things just got…awkward after you went too far with a friend.
But all the reasoning in the world couldn’t seem to compete with the fact that Stone’s hands on her body felt so incredibly good and his warm, rich scent was making her dizzy with lust.
“Turn over, Cassandra,” he growled softly in her ear. “Let me massage your beautiful breasts. Let me stroke your hot little pussy until you come for me. I can smell your desire—I know you want it as much as I do.”
“Oh, God!” Cassie gasped, her hips bucking as he continued to rub her pussy with his thumbs. Was she really going to do this? Should she?
Most definitely not, whispered the voice of reason in her head. But somehow she found she was doing it, turning over to bare her breasts to her partner and maybe even spread her legs for him…
“Enough. We are satisfied with what we see.”
The deep, burbling voice startled Cassie so much that she let out a surprised squeak and nearly fell off the table. Once again, she had forgotten that they were being watched. It sent a cold chill down her back to realize that this intimate moment with her partner was being observed by the disgusting, slug-like Xempi Gozeriam.