Of course, she could have just taken Gaze as her bodyslave, but somehow it seemed wrong to break up the two. They were a matched set and they belonged together. When she walked into the vast public ballroom, she wanted both of them at her back.
She perused her Great Aunt’s dressing room again, looking for a good morning robe to wear when she served them. It should probably be something modest, she told herself. Something that covered her from neck to ankles.
And indeed, she found the exact garment she was looking for—one of the many that was still new and unworn. It was a silky red robe that tied with a sash and fell almost to her feet. The only thing was, once she put it on, Lexi realized it was somewhat…see through.
Or maybe a lot see through would have been a more accurate description. Transparent would have been even better.
Turning back and forth in front of the 3-D viewer, she realized that her breasts and pussy were clearly visible through the silky red fabric, which draped like a crimson cloud around her curves. Her nipples looked like ripe berries ready to be sucked, tenting the material of the top. And the slit of her pussy—which she kept shaved for comfort and cleanliness—as well as her pouting outer pussy lips, were easy to see as well.
Lexi couldn’t help the little thrill of pleasure she got, seeing herself in such a sexy outfit. But she reluctantly admitted it probably wasn’t something she ought to wear around the two big Kindred.
“Oh dear, maybe not this one,” she murmured to herself. “I’ll have to change…” Then she glanced at the chronometer hanging on the wall and swa how late it was getting. “After I go make the breakfast,” she added to herself.
After all, she had to take care of her two new Kindred and they must be getting hungry by now! She could change later, she told herself—there was no time at the present.
Of course, after she had spent some time cooking them ki’ki egg scramble and sweet bosthil porridge with caffeine brew to drink, it occurred to her that taking the time to change would allow the food to get cold.
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Lexi murmured to herself. She had never served anyone cold food in her life and she wasn’t about to start now!
With that rather thin justification in mind, she pushed the hovercart with its loaded and covered trays to the Master Suite where she had installed Gaze and Bound. It didn’t really matter that she was wearing the thin, see-through red robe anyway, she told herself. They were hungry males and would probably only have eyes for the food—right?
She knocked briskly at the door and, receiving a welcome, she pushed the cart into the room. She was glad to see Bound sitting on the end of the bed, looking much stronger. Gaze was propped against the headboard, leaning back against some pillows, but when he saw Lexi standing there, he sat up abruptly.
“Mistress Alexa…” His voice was slightly hoarse as his pale blue eyes roved over her body before snapping back to her face.
“Good morning, Angel,” Bound growled softly. His forest green eyes also scanned her through the thin red robe before he appeared to make himself look away.
“Good morning, boys,” Lexi said brightly, pushing the hovercart over to the bed. She didn’t admit—even to herself—that she liked the way they looked at her. “I see the two of you found something to wear,” she added, for both big Kindred were wearing long, silky black sleeping trousers—though both were bare chested.
“Uh, yes, your Great Aunt must have had a bodyslave our size,” Gaze said. “We found these sleep trousers in the small room adjoining this one—it must have been where her bodyslave slept. I, uh, hope you don’t mind,” he added, his eyes still following her as Lexi bustled around, taking the domes off the trays and dishing out food for the three of them.
“Not at all.” Lexi smiled at him, still acting perfectly normal, as though her naked body wasn’t clearly visible beneath the thin red robe. “You’re welcome to help yourselves—I know your clothes need cleaning and mending. I’ll see to that later today—I can send them out to the local clean-o-matic.”
She liked this game, she decided—liked the feeling of showing her body to the two big Kindred while the three of them pretended nothing out of the ordinary was going on. It made her nipples tingle and her pussy feel hot and creamy to have their eyes on her as the three of them spoke of inconsequential things.
“Come over here and have some breakfast,” she said to Bound, who was still sitting on the end of the big bed, looking at her with those deep green eyes. “You must be hungry—how are you feeling today? Is your strength restored?”
“More than restored, Angel.”
The Dark Twin rose slowly, to tower over her at his full height. Lexi looked up at him and couldn’t help admiring his broad, bare chest and rippling abs. What was it about the male form that seemed so beautiful to her—so desirable? And why had she never noticed it before she met Gaze and Bound?
“Well, good,” she said briskly, trying not to let the admiration she felt show in her eyes. “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” she added as Bound seated himself beside his brother on the side of the bed. As before, she took the chair from the dressing table and settled herself on the opposite side of the hovercart, so the three of them could eat together.
“Mmm…this is delicious!” Gaze murmured, taking a bite of the scramble.
“Better than anything I’ve ever had,” Bound said, around a mouthful of the citrus honey rolls she’d throw in the oven at the last moment. She’d already had the dough fermenting in the cold storage unit and the glaze had only taken a moment to whip up.
“I’m glad you like it.” Lexi smiled, really meaning it. She loved feeding people and she loved it when they truly enjoyed what she made for them. It was one of the joys of being a baker—the satisfaction she felt when she saw that look of pure bliss on someone’s face when they bit into one of her pastries or baked goods.
“Gotta tell you, Angel,” Bound remarked, licking his lips appreciatively. “Feels less like we were bought by a Yonnite Mistress and more like we checked into a five-star hotel where we get breakfast in bed brought to us by the galaxy’s sexiest, most talented chef.”
Lexi felt her cheeks heat with his compliment. “I suppose we could start eating in the dining area,” she said primly, ignoring the Dark Twin’s remark about her being the “sexiest chef in the galaxy” as well as the way both Kindred were looking at her. “But I wanted to be sure you were up to full strength before I asked you to move around too much, Bound.”
“Oh, I’m pretty much back to full strength now, Angel—just had to give my body a little time to heal,” he rumbled.
“Good.” Lexi nodded. “Because that public ball where Mistress Pricklethorn is on the guest list, is tonight. That’s the member of the Yonnite ruling council I told you about. If I can get her to listen to me, I’m sure she’ll grant me an audience with the Sacred Seven.”
“We’ll be ready and willing to stand by your side as your bodyslaves,” Gaze assured her. “There are other clothes that should fit us that seem to be for a more, uh, formal occasion.” He coughed.
“If you’re talkin’ about those fuckin’ crotchless trousers that let your shaft hang out for the Goddess and everybody to see—” Bound began, his dark face like a thundercloud.