Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) by Evangeline Anderson Read Free Book Online Page A

did think of him as a kind of pet. After all, he was completely
dependant on her for everything—food and water and shelter. How else would she
see him?
    Thrace supposed she wouldn’t be embarrassed to let a pet see her half-naked and it
didn’t bother her for him to see her that way either. The difference was, a pet
didn’t get hard at the sight of his mistress half unclothed.
    Of
course, at first, neither did Thrace.
Being chained down and helpless was an effective damper for his lust—it was too
much like his time with the old Master. The manacles around his wrists provoked
too many painful memories.
    But
as the days went by, he grew used to it—as used to it as he could, anyway. And
as he grew accustomed to being restrained, it actually became easier to push
the old memories away and concentrate on his new reality. And on Trin.
    The
situation came to a head on the night when she came in, dressed for sleep in a
thin, see-through white gown that fell to her thighs and a silky robe to match
that belted loosely around her small waist. The berry-dark points of her
nipples were clearly visible pressing against the thin fabric and when she bent
over, he could see a hint of the wispy little panties she wore underneath.
    Gods! The sight of her lush body
half unclothed as well as the sweet scent she always carried with her made his
cock ache. She moved around his small room, often brushing against him since
the space was so close, doing something with a basin of steaming water.
    “What
are you doing?” His voice had finally come most of the way back though it was
more of a hoarse growl than its normal timbre.
    “Getting
ready to give you a bath.” Trin turned to face him, a friendly smile on her
face. “I have to go away tomorrow and Sidna, our medic, is going to be looking
after you. I want you to feel as comfortable and clean and happy as you can—under
the circumstances.”
    “Someone
else is going to be touching me? Handling me?” Thrace
didn’t like the surge of panic the news caused in his chest. He’d gotten used
to Trin hooking him to the medi-bot—her hands on him no longer caused the flood
of unclean memories that had threatened to drown him at first. But he didn’t
want someone new—someone besides Trin—touching him while he was chained
helplessly to the cot. Just the thought made his jaw clench and his entire body
feel tight.
    “I’m
afraid it can’t be helped but it won’t be for long.” Trin stroked his arm
soothingly, as though he was an animal that needed reassurance. “I just have to
complete these negotiations for our new shipment and then I’ll be back. Now,
let’s get you bathed.”
    “You’ve
had me chained down for the Gods know how long,” he growled, deciding to
revisit the issue later. “I suppose I’m starting to stink.”
    “Not
really.” Trin frowned as she drew the steaming basin of water closer and dipped
in a soft cloth. “Although you do have a very distinctive scent—warm and spicy and…I don’t even know how to
describe it. A little bit like the leather saddle I use on my stallion, Swift.”
    “You
treat your pet horse like you treat me?” Thrace asked as she bent over him,
unconsciously showing those full, creamy breasts again. Gods, he could see
right down her top to her nipples! “Wash him…” He cleared his throat. “Wash him
when he gets dirty?”
    “Of
course,” she said without a trace of irony as she wiped his chest and shoulders
with the warm, damp cloth. “And I rub him down when he’s sore after a long
ride. I take care of him because he’s my responsibility.”
    “The
way you take care of me,” Thrace
muttered. Her soft hand on his skin was doing things to him and the sight of
her full breasts so close he could almost touch them was maddening. Gods, she
was lovely! He shouldn’t want her—shouldn’t want the female who was his captor,
his mistress, who had bought him body and soul and had him chained to a bed.
But damned if he could