Allara looked at him uncertainly.
“You…you want me to touch my forbidden areas?”
“Why not?” He shrugged. “It’s just you and me here, baby and you know I won’t mind. In fact, I would love to see you lift your nightgown and pet your soft little pussy for me.”
One did not disobey one’s husband, Allara reminded herself, her heart pounding. If Brand wanted to watch her stroke her forbidden areas, then she must do it.
“All right, husband,” she said, her voice breathless with need. “I…I will touch myself if you wish me to.”
“Mmm, I do wish you to, baby. Pull up your nightgown and stroke that hot little pussy for me,” he growled softly. “Let me see you make yourself feel good.”
Hands trembling with desire, Allara obeyed him. Pulling up her nightgown, she bared her forbidden areas willingly for the first time to a man.
Brand’s golden eyes were half-lidded with desire as he watched.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmured. “Spread your pussy lips for me. Let me see that sweet little clit.”
“Yes, husband,” Allara whispered. Sliding two trembling fingers down her belly, she used them to part her nether lips, revealing the aching little button that felt so good when she touched it.
“Gods, look how hot and wet you are, baby!” Brand groaned. “Show me how you like to touch yourself. Show me what makes you feel good.”
Allara felt a pleasurable kind of embarrassment. She had never dreamed of doing such a thing—putting on a show and displaying her naked body in this way. And yet, the way Brand was looking at her made her feel beautiful…desirable…and bolder than she could ever imagine. But she still needed something to help her feel right about doing this.
“Husband!” she begged. “Please—sing your Song to me while I…while I touch myself for you. I so long to hear it again!”
“You mean like this?” Brand began singing something soft and low and sensuous in her ear. Allara didn’t catch the words, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was his Song, teasing and stroking her body as her fingers caressed her swollen folds.
As Brand sang in her ear and she touched herself, a wave of pleasure began to build inside Allara—a feeling like nothing she had ever known. It got stronger and stronger until suddenly it crested inside her, swamping her with feelings so strong she cried out.
“Oh, what is it—what’s happening to me, husband?” she gasped, her hips bucking as the pleasure rode her mercilessly. “I feel…I feel so much!”
“It’s okay, baby—don’t be scared,” he murmured in her ear, holding her tight. “You’re just coming, that’s all. Let go and let yourself come—let the pleasure take you.”
Allara did as he said, thrusting her hips as the tips of her breasts got even tighter and her breath came in short little pants.
“Oh!” she moaned. “Oh, husband!”
“Oh, wife,” he growled back and then he was kissing her again, eagerly swallowing her cries as Allara moved against him.
At last, she collapsed in his arms, panting.
“Husband,” she whispered, looking up into his golden eyes. “I did not know…I have never felt this way before.”
“I guess not, if somebody made you afraid to give yourself pleasure,” he growled. “From now on, baby, you touch yourself whenever you want to.”
“This is what you want? For me to touch my forbidden places often?” Allara was a bit taken aback. It was one thing for him to give her permission to pleasure herself once—but to order her to do it often made her feel naughty—and immediately aroused all over again.
“Anytime you want,” Brand told her. “Especially when we’re together. I like to watch—and I like to taste.”
Lifting the hand she’d touched herself with, he sucked her fingers into his mouth, licking away her juices.
Allara bit her lip as a new rush of desire filled her. She had never dreamed of being with a man who would urge her to explore her body and take pleasure in watching her as she did. But she found she liked the idea very much. There was something intensely erotic about lying cradled in the big Kindred’s arms while she touched herself and he watched, all the while caressing her with his Song.
“I…I will be pleased to touch my forbidden areas for you, husband,” she whispered shyly.
“Good, baby—but they’re not forbidden anymore,” he told her. “Just say you’ll stroke your soft little pussy for me.”
“I…I will stroke my pussy for you anytime you wish me to,” Allara promised, her cheeks getting hot.
“No, baby—anytime you want to,” Brand told her. “You don’t have to feel ashamed or worried about it. You have a beautiful body—you need to learn to enjoy it.”
He looked down between her legs where her forbidden areas—no, her pussy, Allara reminded herself—was still open and wet, almost as though she was on display for him.
“Gods, can’t wait until I can touch you without the nightgown,” he growled. “Not to mention tasting your sweet juices right from the source. Can’t wait to lap your hot little clit and give your pussy a tongue bath during our Tasting Week.”
“Oh!” This idea made Allara’s cheeks get hot. “I…I do not know how to feel about that, husband,” she admitted.
“You’re still just a little nervous and shy,” Brand murmured. “But don’t worry, baby—we’ll take things slow. By the time our Tasting Week comes around, you’ll be ready to spread your pussy for my tongue.”
Allara blushed again, feeling another rush of desire. Why was it he could make her want so much to be close to him, to be touched by him?
I should not feel this way for the enemy, she told herself.
And yet, she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Twenty-One
The rest of the Holding Week went extremely well as far as Brand could tell. He and Allara fell into a routine that was as pleasurable as it was regular.
In the morning, he and Allara got up and made breakfast together. She had insisted she wanted to learn to cook using the Kindred kitchen appliances—which were much more advanced than the ones the Q’ess used, apparently—and so Brand was teaching her.
After breakfast, they washed dishes together and got ready to go out. Selena, Allara’s teacher, was on an extended vacation from her job on Earth and had agreed to work with her daily. So, to Allara’s utter joy, she got to have music lessons for two hours every single day—though Selena swore she didn’t teach her much of anything.
“I just play a song on an instrument—any instrument—once, and she copies me perfectly,” she’d told Brand. “She’s even mastered the violin, now. She’ll be better than me before I know it.”
“She’s certainly extremely talented,” Brand agreed. “I’ve been trying to talk her into some kind of career in music but her culture teaches that a female’s place is in the home.”
“Ugh, what a shame.” Selena shook her head as they watched Allara on the cello. She was playing a piece that Selena had taught her just that day—Cello Suite Number 1 in G Major by Bach—and though the cello was almost as big as she was, she was executing it flawlessly.