Crying freely now, her voice hoarse, Nina managed to make it through the vid without an error.
"Well done," Matron said. She was removing the tight clips from Nina's labia when one of the bang-girls came to the cellar door. Matron hurried over to her. They exchanged words for a moment and then Matron came back to Nina, obviously irritated.
"I don't know what they expect of me! I've only had a few hours to turn this situation around," she railed. She removed the rest of the clips and checked for tissue damage. There was none.
"You must rest now. You're required in an hour." She motioned to the guard who unstrapped Nina from the chair. Nina was unable to walk, she was crying and trembling so hard, so he carried her to her cell and put her on the floor.
Matron brought her a glass of water and stuck her with a hypospray when she started to drink. "This will soothe you," she explained. Nina didn't trust her, but had no choice.
Within minutes, Nina drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
It seemed like she'd just closed her eyes when Matron was shaking her awake. "Come with me, and be good!"
Matron adjusted Nina's rough gray outfit and smoothed her curly hair, clicking her tongue the whole while. She took her by the wrist and led her out of the women's enclave.
They went to an area of the palace Nina had never seen before. The corridor was long and tastefully decorated, the floor carpeted in something that felt wonderful between Nina's toes. She was a little woozy, and her bottom burned where the gray fabric brushed it, but she was surprised that otherwise she felt okay.
Matron knocked on a door marked "Guest #1" and then turned to leave. "You stay here and follow instructions," she said to Nina.
Nina nodded, then turned back to the door just as Michael opened it. He was dressed casually, in a long, dark blue tailored robe sashed with a blue paisley belt.
"Michael!" she blurted.
"Down, bitch," he said harshly, pointing to the floor.
Immediately remembering where she was, Nina knelt on the floor and held open the front of her gray top.
"Better. Now come in."
Nina rose and went into the room, wondering what Michael was up to but aware that he was playing a dangerous game and needed her to play along. The room was done in browns and deep reds. A large four-poster sat in the middle of it, fitted with a dark brown furry-looking comforter and lots of big fluffy pillows. There was a large picture mirror on the wall across from it.
"This is part of your retraining," Michael said, his voice still hard. "The Great Man thought that since you and I have some history, I might be able to get a few lessons through your thick skull more expediently than Matron."
She arched an eyebrow.
"I expect complete obedience no matter what I demand. Am I making myself clear?"
She nodded, and a little tingle of fear moved over her. She was beginning to respond just to the word 'obedience' alone. Although they were alone, this was not the Michael she remembered in secret, passionate moments. This was a Lariconese male in all his finest. "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now take off that awful dress."
"Yes, sir."
"What happened with your butt? Were you impertinent to Matron?" He was frowning, his dark gray eyes stormy.
"No, sir. I'm being retrained."
"Hmm," he murmured enigmatically. He moved to her and took her chin in his big hands, turning her face up to look at him. "Look at me, Nina." He opened his robe with his free hand. "You remember our night together six years ago?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered, her body feeling weak and loose. Perhaps things wouldn't be so awful.
"How did we start?"
She blinked and licked her lips.
He smacked her flaming bottom and she squealed. "Answer me, woman," he said.
"You kissed me, sir."
"You'd like me to kiss you again, wouldn't you, Nina?" he teased, his mouth coming very close to hers.
She groaned softly. "Yes, sir."
"Well, I'm not going to."
She looked at him, confused.
"You're going to kiss me, this time," he explained. "You're going to put your whole sweet little body into it and kiss me 'till I'm rock hard. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Because I'm so much taller than you, I'll sit down, right here on the bed." He patted the comforter next to him. "Now kiss me, Nina."
She knelt on the bed beside him and took his handsome face in her hands. He looked so serious, so much more hard and world-worn than he had six years ago. She started by kissing the corners of his mouth, the tiny blank spaces where his dark goatee didn't touch his lips. Her kisses were like butterflies around his mouth, and she moved her hands up into his thick hair and down to his broad shoulders and then back again. Her tongue peeked out to lightly lick his lips, then darted back in again, teasing him wickedly. Her kisses moved over his face to an ear, and she nibbled on his earlobe and breathed a sweet warm breath into his ear. "Kissing you is my delight, Master," she breathed, so softly that he wasn't sure she'd really said it.
After one ear, she kissed down his neck, over his chest and up to the other ear. She sucked on his earlobe and breathed in his ear again. "I worship you with kisses, Master," she whispered. This time he was sure he'd heard. He smiled.
Her mouth moved back to his, and her tongue traced the contours of his lips slowly, languorously, until she pressed her mouth to his. He complied, his hand moving to the back of her head automatically as he felt her pliant tongue dancing against his teeth and with his own tongue. While she kissed him, deeply, slowly, her hands moved over his chest, then up through his thick dark hair and back again. She withdrew her tongue and nibbled on his lips for a moment, then plundered his willing mouth again. Her hand slid down his belly to find his rock hard shaft, and she slowly ended the kiss, knowing she'd done as ordered.
"I have obeyed, sir," she said softly, her mouth trembling and swollen.
He stroked himself and reached to touch her breasts. Her eyes closed as he cupped and gently squeezed her breasts, enjoying how she filled even his big hand to overflowing. Her nipples were hard brown buds against his palm and he rolled them until she was breathing in tiny gasps.
"This is what we did next, isn't it, Nina? I undressed you so that I could play with your beautiful tits for a while."
"Mmm, yes, sir," she murmured.
"Do you want me to kiss them?"
"Yes, sir."
He moved to lie back on the bed. "This time, you're going to bring them to me to kiss. Come over here, Nina and bring your nipples to my mouth."
She groaned softly, the deep tone of his voice making her quiver, and moved to lean over him on the bed. One by one she directed her swollen nipples to his mouth, and he laved them and sucked them. Sometimes he bit them gently, teasing moans of pleasure from her. His hands moved over her body as she leaned over him, stroking her smooth flesh, finding her trembling belly and her hot bottom.
"Naughty kitten," he teased, rubbing her tender rear.
"I am terribly naughty, sir, " she replied, a sensuous smile playing on her lips.
"If you're that naughty, maybe I should spank you more," he said, giving her a quick swat.
"Oh! Please no, sir. I won't be naughty, I promise."
"I don't believe you, but I think you've been spanked enough for one day." He moved his hand down her thigh to explore between her legs.
"You're a wet, wet girl," he said, his voice husky. "Why are you so wet do you suppose?"
"To make you happy, sir," she responded, squirming against his evasive fingers.
"I could be happier, honey," he said, bringing his wet fingers to her mouth. "Lick."
Nina hesitated, then complied, surprised at the sweetish taste of herself, and the sensuality of taking her juices off his fingers.
"You taste good, don't you?" he whispered.
"Yes, sir."
"Now you taste me. Suck me, honey."
Nina crawled down between his
legs and rubbed her breasts on his thighs, delighting in the roughness of his furred thighs against her tender nipples. He took the back of her head in his hand and pressed her down toward his engorged flesh. She licked from testicles to the velvety tip of him, then back down again. She laved his testicles, gently taking them in her mouth and releasing them.
"I remember how good you are at this, Nina," he said, his voice deep and breathy. She took all of him in her mouth, and he groaned. "Yes, that's very good, honey. Very good."
She sucked and rolled her tongue around on him, then started moving up and down his shaft while her fingers stroked his full testicles.
Michael could feel the ache building deep as Nina plied her talented mouth on him. He wanted to let her go on and on until he filled her mouth with his heated soul. But there was another sensation he wanted as well.
"Okay, honey, better stop now," he growled out. "Roll over and spread for me. I want to fuck you like I did before."
She moved as he directed, spreading her legs to his view.
"Put your legs over my shoulders. Yes, that's it. We're going to fuck slow and deep, honey. Slow and deep." He lifted her bottom and slid into her warm sheath with a groan of pure pleasure. She was tight as a glove.
Nina sighed and squirmed to pull him in deeper. Her body was humming as she ran her hands over his thick biceps while he began to slowly stroke in and out of her. She tossed her head at the incredible sensation of his hardness penetrating her so deep, rubbing his smooth head against her cervix with his deepest strokes.
She was moaning, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The anticipation of each slow stroke was driving her mad, and she wriggled her bottom, trying to leverage herself and increase the pace.
"S'good, isn't it, kitten?" he growled as he kept the pace slow in spite of her squirming and pulling at his arms.
"Faster, sir. Please!" she dared.
He laughed and stopped altogether, nearly withdrawing from her. "Bad girl!" he said huskily.
She groaned and meweled, squirming beneath him.
"Beg for it."
Her eyes opened wide and she stopped squirming. Time seemed to expand.
"Beg for it or I'll stop," he said again.
"Michael … sir … don't make me beg." No, this wasn't the Michael of six years ago at all. This man was as hard inside as outside.
He moved against her, within her, and she thought she'd scream with wanting.
"Say, 'I beg you to fuck me harder, sir,'" he suggested.
Her lips quivered as tears pooled in her hurt blue eyes. "I b-b," she started, sobbing.
"Say it."
"I b-beg you to f-fuck me…" Her voice broke.
"'Harder, sir,'" he supplied, still suspended over her, still a part of her and yet very much a cold and distant stranger.
"H-harder, sir," she breathed.
He slammed home, feeling her quivers around his aching staff. Her tears touched him, but he couldn't let that show.
She screamed and arched against him, and he withdrew and pistoned in again, then again as she tossed and writhed against him. Over and over he slowly withdrew and then shot down to the center of her until she felt mindless, a rag-doll made of hot nerve endings wanting to explode.
"I'm going to come inside you now, honey, and you're going to come right with me."
"Yes, sir, yes, sir. Yes. Sir."
"Ah, god, Nina," he growled and rammed deep within in her as his body shuddered with wave after wave of ecstasy.
She cried out, pulling him tighter with her knees, her nails scoring his biceps as her velvet sleeve tightened around him with spasms of pleasure. Tears glistened on her cheeks.
Their hot breaths mingled as their crises passed. Michael rolled off and beside her. "Clean me off, now," he ordered, his voice still breathy.
She slowly moved to lick their combined juices off his still-hard staff, off his belly and testicles and thighs. When she was done, she licked her lips as he watched, causing him to smile.
"What a bitch in heat you are," he said.
Her watery smile made him feel soft inside.
"Come lie beside me now, until I get a second wind. I only have you for a few hours. I don't plan to waste a moment."
He appeared to doze briefly, then stretched and moved off the bed. He pulled chairs from the room's corners and put one just to the side of the big mirror, facing the bed, and one directly in front of the mirror facing it.
Sitting down in the chair to the side of the mirror, he said, "You haven't thanked me for allowing you pleasure, woman."
His voice sounded harsh again. "Tha–"
"No," he interrupted sternly. "Too late." He motioned to the floor between his feet. "Crawl."
Her heart twisted in agony again. He was stomping on every sweet dream she'd ever had of him. He was being a Lariconese Master. "Crawl, sir?"
"You heard me, girl. Crawl."
Trying vainly to hold back her tears, Nina slid from the bed and sank to her hands and knees. Slowly, she crawled the four meters to him.
"Say it now."
Something snapped in her, and her temper came forward. "Thank you, sir," she said, putting as much venom in her still-cracking voice as she could.
He raised a dark eyebrow. "Obedient, but impertinent," he declared. "You'll have to learn." He gestured to the chair facing the mirror. "Go stand next to the chair, with one foot on it."
It was a humiliating position to take, exposing her femininity to this man who had become a cold stranger. But what had he not already seen? What more could he take? She moved to the chair and put her foot on it.
"Now, masturbate. But you may not orgasm without permission. Is that clear?"
She ground her teeth together, feeling the hated tears form in her eyes, and brushing them away with the back of her hand. "Yes, sir."
He sat with his arms crossed over his hard, broad chest – a picture she'd dreamed a thousand times, but never had she imagined him with this cold, cold heart.
She began to move her hands over her body without enthusiasm. Her senses had been well-stimulated, however, and her body traitorously responded to her ministrations until she was swaying and moaning softly.
His dark gray eyes never left her.
"P-please," she breathed, feeling the precipice moving closer and closer.
"Please what?"
The words were hard to form. "Mmm – may I come, sir?"
"No. Stop."
It took a moment for the denial to register, but she gasped at the realization when it hit her.
"Good. Just stand there."
She wanted to rail, to slap him, to scream, but most of all to disobey. However, this Michael was not the compassionate man of six years ago. This Michael might punish.
She pouted and glared at him. Five minutes passed.
"Start again," he ordered.
This time it went more quickly, and her body was thrumming with need, perhaps too close to prevent the plunge. "P-please, sir, may I come?"
"No, and if you don't withdraw your hands this second, I'll spank you right here, over my knees. I don't care that you've already been paddled today."
She moaned and growled with frustration, so close, so damn close. But she moved her hands away. "You–" she started, stopping when he raised a broad hand.
"Don't even think it, woman," he warned.
Silently she fumed, her body taught and damp with perspiration. Five minutes went by.
"Start again."
This time the rise took mere seconds. Her body was a live wire waiting to spark. "Please! May I come, sir?" she implored, her eyes finding Michael's.
"Yes."
The fall off the cliff seemed like miles. Miles and miles of perfect ecstasy and she cried out loudly. She had to grab onto the chair back afterward, her knees were so wobbly, as the sensation faded very slowly from her center.
"Th-thank you, sir," she murmured, feeling light-headed.
"Back up on the bed," he ordered.
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br /> She complied, woozy and still breathless. When he knelt next to her, she saw how hard he was, how ready for her and she knew what was coming. Or thought she knew.
He moved between her legs and opened her lower lips with his hands, then, to her surprise, he lowered his head and licked at her gently.
Her tired body responded immediately and she groaned as the spiral started again.
But he did no more than lick lightly before he sucked at the copious moisture at her center. Then he moved up over her and kissed her deeply, sharing this mouthful of her dew with her. It was sweet and sharp and sexy. He kissed her for a long while, and she could feel the hardness of him pressed against her but not entering the tight cavern at her core.
After a while, he kissed her face, then whispered in her ear. "This time, just for us, Nina honey. Quietly."
She didn't understand, but took him in her arms anyway, feeling him slide into her deeply.
The experience was subtly different, her fevered mind somehow noted. He watched her as he pumped in and out, not with cold detachment, but with something like passion. And when she soared high enough and began to ask his permission, he stopped her mid-sentence with a kiss.
He could feel the strong squeezes of her around his hardness as she moaned against his mouth and squeezed her arms around his back. As the squeezes abated, he rolled her onto her belly and whispered, "up" in her ear. She rose to hands and knees and he took her from behind, his hands all over her generous breasts. Her gasps of pleasure and quick rise to a softly moaning orgasm again delighted him. He was nearly ready himself, but he wanted to see her eyes when he filled her full for the second time that afternoon. But, really, for the first time just for the two of them.
He rolled her onto her back again and pulled her to the side of the bed where he got off and stood between her legs. The four-poster was high and perfect even though Michael was a tall man. She automatically opened for him now, and he filled her with hard maleness. His hands were free, allowing him to tease her nipples, and eventually to rub her swollen clit bringing her to climax one more time.
Her orgasm, the profound passion on her face as she bit her lower lip to stay quiet, and the look in her eyes sent him over the top. He ground his hips into hers as he spilled himself, growling primally.
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