His smile faded. Then he stepped in close, and picked her up under her armpits. She gasped as he carried her all the way to the plaster wall behind where he held her with her feet dangling. Dankyo buried his face in her neck and breathed a while. She felt his lips on her skin and his tongue taste her.
What was this? Little tremors ran across the thick muscles of his shoulders.
“Thank God, you’re alive.” He let her slip a little lower until she could see his eyes on a level with hers.
“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He moved so his thighs were between hers and supporting her, his arms wrapped across her back. “Two hours. You promised me to be back in two hours. You took three and a half.”
Ah. It was that. All this because… “You worried about me? I didn’t really promise, did I? And I was only all excited about everything. Time just…went. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, smiled grimly. “I did this not so as to turn you to mush. I did it to lose my anger. My anger at you. Your ass should be red and maybe even black and blue.”
“Oh? Umm.” Slowly her eyebrows raised. “It is sore! You whacked me with that damn sword.” She squirmed, feeling the bruises awaken as her backside rubbed on the wall.
“Uh-uh. No. You are not going anywhere.” His arm worked free from between her back and the wall, and then he gripped one side of her top and ripped it away. Though she wriggled some more, he did the same with her panties, maneuvering the fabric out from between their bodies and tossing it aside. “Better, much better.”
Naked with Dankyo between her legs. His erection nudged at her cleft. Only the cotton of his pants separated them. He nipped her lip, caught it between his teeth, then kissed her roughly.
Emerging from the kiss breathing hard and with her clit stirring with warmth, she tried one more time. “I’m all sweaty and awful! We can’t do this.”
He growled. “Be still.”
Her voice trailed off. “Not…not here” She pushed at his shoulders, only to have him whip his other hand from behind her back, catch both her wrists, and hold them to the wall above her head.
“Yes. Here.” Then he watched her as carefully as a bug collector observing a strange new butterfly while he wormed his hand between them and pushed a finger inside her.
Though she’d never seen anyone in this secluded place, the possibility was there, and that both horrified and excited her. How perverted am I? No one normal would want this. But her breaths came faster and wetness trickled from her slit with each in-and-out slide of his digit. Slowly waves of need stirred, making her shudder. Knowledge thumped into her—he held her pinned, helpless, with her legs spread by his.
She tried again to move her hands, but they might have been cemented there.
It seemed right to protest. “Let me go!”
Dankyo stepped away until her legs slipped from his thighs, and she stood straining on tiptoe with her arms above her.
“Let you go? Those words again? You know where we are, now. How it is.” Dark amusement colored his voice. He pulled his finger from her and played with her clit, circling it as if it were a new toy. “Those words don’t work, Sofia. I have your yes. Until you take that away, you are mine. So I can do this.” He added a finger and thrust two of them up into her. “Or this.” The third joined them, sliding, finding its way between her swollen labia, stretching her vagina in an exquisite way.
Her mouth fell open in a gasp.
Without conscious thought, her hips tilted, as if she begged for more.
But I am begging. I want…
Another thrust went straight in full depth until the knuckle of his unburied finger touched her lips and his thumb bumped her clit. Then his hand beneath her shoved her a whole inch up the wall.
“Uh!” She shut her eyes.
She moaned and let herself dangle there, supported by his hand between her legs, her toenails barely scraping the ground. Him fucking her while he observed, and while he knew she was a heartbeat from saying no, made her want this even more.
“That’s…beautiful.” The male baritone depth made her jerk her eyes open.
His eyes narrowed. A smile grew as he surveyed her from her face to her breasts and then downward. His gaze lingered at the split of her legs where he’d speared inside. More liquid spilled from her over his hand.
“Move,” she croaked, then panted some more and did a little wiggle as she tested the iron grip on her wrists. Her walls clamped down on the hardness of his fingers.
Dankyo chuckled. “Move?” Then he came closer, covering her struggling body with his. “Be quiet.” As if to punctuate his command, he clamped his teeth on her earlobe. The sting shocked her into stillness. “You don’t get a say in what I do. Not at all.”
This time his kiss was brutal. His lips crushed and devoured her, seeming to sucking the very breath from her lungs. She let herself sag, whirling away into a hot, panting darkness, breathing when he let her. He released her wrists and took his fingers out.
When she whimpered at the loss, he gripped both her buttocks. With firm bites and kisses he laid claim to her lips, her chin, her throat, and the angle of her neck, worrying at her here and there like a dog with a favorite toy.
With her hands free, she still could do nothing to stop him but clutch at his shoulders, powerless. His sweat-slicked muscles rolled under her fingertips and etched the strength of this man into her mind. Man and woman. Strong versus weak. But this, I want—I need this.
His kisses and bites stamped his possession into her flesh.
When he was done, she had melted, or so it seemed. Her legs wobbled, and only his body pressing on hers kept her from collapsing. Sweat had stuck strands of her hair to her cheek. Her lips ached and seemed swollen to twice normal size.
He breathed hard also, mouth partly open. Then he touched his forehead to hers.
“You will kneel on the cushions, my lady, and not move. Head down with your ass in the air so I can see you, all of you, when I return.”
When he stepped away, she did fall to her hands and knees, feeling her breasts sway. She looked up, neck craning. Just the position, with him above, made her feel so little, so…his. It was odd, and wonderful.
“There.” He pointed. The rasp in his voice betrayed his own passion.
The need for him to take her so overwhelmed thought and logic that she scurried to the spot on the cushioned mat and knelt and put her forehead to the softness. Without his heated body on hers, she seemed lacking. She wanted his hardness smothering her again. Her pussy squeezed in. She needed something in there.
With her forearms next to her head, her hands clasped above, and her backside in the air, she waited. Coolness wafted along her slit, and her clit pulsed. Anticipation made her shiver. What would he do if she didn’t wait? She almost wanted to defy him just to find out. Would he spank her? Or something worse—something more painful? She shivered again, remembering the smack of his hand on her ass.
Chapter Fourteen
His footsteps told her he walked to the little armory, then doors opened, there came jingling, and doors closed. Within minutes, he returned, his feet thumping on the timber, then stepping softer and shifting the mat. Something heavy was put down and something else that jingled.
Casually, as if it were his right, he rested his hand between her legs. “You stayed. Good. Perhaps I won’t need to hit you so hard. Let’s see what you can take.”
Her breath hitched sharply, and she quivered.
“You like that?” He slid his fingers along, and she could tell from the glide how wet she must be. It was impossible not to clench down there. Oh. When a finger lay just there, with the tip at her entrance… She tensed. If I wiggle…
His other hand pressed on the small of her back. “Don’t move. I can tell you want me to finger fuck you.” He played with her entrance some more, just not…quite…going in. She so wanted to say pleeese. “So willing? Hmm. I said that to scare you a little, my lady. I see scary aro
uses you. You like rough, you like ruthless. If you don’t, I expect you to say.”
She nodded, her hair making scratchy noises against the mat. One word echoed in her head. Please. That finger, moving on her still, oh my. But she wouldn’t speak. Silence amplified, made her want expand until it filled her up, made what he did so much more.
He rose, and she turned her head and saw that he too was naked. His erection stood out proud from his body. Seeing it made her imagine him thrusting into her. Arousal filled her, thick, excruciating. Her groin became the focus of her body.
Dankyo reached for a long wand that led up to a light, and adjusted the voltaic light so its blueness shone on her. She squinted at the glare.
“All lit up.” He paced toward her, long and slow—deliberate, like the approach of a beast. “You are everything I have wanted, ever since I discovered my need. And you wait so damn nicely.”
This was a man coming to do what he wished to her body. She parted her lips, squeezed her thighs together. Unblinking, she watched his feet. Such measured steps. Dankyo—her demon, her nemesis of love.
He continued. “If someone watched, they would see what I do. A beautiful woman waiting for me to administer pleasure”—he squatted beside her, then trailed the back of his hand across her cheek to her nape, then partway down her spine—“and pain.
“I’m going to bind you now, with these.” He went over and picked a belt from the pile by his feet. They must be what had jingled. “Because I like seeing you tied up and helpless. I plan to buy equipment, cuffs to hold you better, from the markets here. And Henry has some curious ideas also.”
What? “Henry?” she blurted.
“Yes.” He smiled in an evil way. “The man is a perverted genius. It’s his special hobby.”
The belt smacked down on her ass, leaving a long lick of pain that connected like lightning to her clit. She squeaked.
“That was for talking.”
The whine from her throat only made him chuckle.
Mouth open, as she waited and hoped for more, a thought surfaced. That should make me cross. Shouldn’t it? She frowned. Why do I like this? Humiliation. Pain. Being controlled. She shut down her thoughts. Feel. Let everything go. Just be.
He bent down low, wrapped the belt around her wrists where they stretched above her head, and cinched the belt tight. Then another, below her elbows. As he worked, tying her, he talked softly. “These aren’t perfect. But, if you get loose, I will be unhappy.” He stared, brushed a lick of hair from before her eyes. “Very unhappy. So don’t. And this, I will gag you with.” He produced her torn panties, showed her them with brows raised. “I want this, but if it disturbs you, say.” He kissed her cheek.
A gag? She eyed it. But, he wants this. Somehow that alone tipped the balance. A flicker of arousal at this strange requirement of Dankyo’s fed into her, spinning off another thread of pleasure. Yes. Oh yes. If you want. I want. Now, she could see the circle of need. When it pleased Him, it pleased her. So simple. So right.
When she said nothing, he tied it around her face, lifting her hair out of the way, making sure the cloth pushed between her lips. “Can you speak? Say no for me.”
Her tongue flicked the gag as she spoke. The word came out gargled but recognizable. He nodded. “Good.” Then he heaved to his feet and picked another belt. “And now, let’s see what this can do.”
As he walked behind her, he let the belt snake across her back. The cold leather sensitized her skin, whispering as it moved, grazing her buttocks, licking her cleft, then her thighs, before he lifted it away.
With little taps that hit like the pattering of heavy rain, he began. The flick and swat of the belt went on and on, mesmerizing her, and sometimes bumping her slit. At that she’d lift her butt and gasp. Each hit became a little harder, a little louder. A buzz seemed to arise in the skin of her ass. And it spread, invading her sexual parts, pulling her desire upward, outward.
Dankyo’s hand touched her, curving across and around each side of her ass, dipping into her aching slit, then out again. “Nice. I must do this in daylight. The blue light doesn’t do your skin or the marks, justice.” The words sifted through the haze, and she smiled, curiously glad he liked what he’d done to her skin. “Sofia, time to go harder.”
When he stepped away, she heard him draw a deep breath.
The first hit made her gasp. All she could do was bite the mat and hold on with her teeth. Each whack jarred into her, deep, burning, soaring through her. Another and another. Without thinking, she sagged until her breasts touched the mat. The feathery movements and bumps of the material against her nipples made them harden into tight peaks. The bindings meant her head must hang down between her arms. Air rasped through the moist gag. The pain thrummed deeper, sending a burn of pleasure through her groin. She squirmed and squeaked through the cloth, whimpering with every blow.
He stopped.
Panting, feeling her clit straining with inner pressure as if it were a button begging to be tortured, she swayed her ass and prayed for more.
When he knelt behind her, she shuddered. Her eyes were already closed, and the drift of his fingertips over the skin of her ass wrote new lines of ownership that she knew would never be erased.
He turned her over, and she hissed as the mat made contact with her tender ass. Limp as a wrung-out rag, she let him use another belt to tie her arms behind her head to a pole. Resisting seemed futile and not at all what she wanted. What he’d done to her had fogged her mind. He spread her thighs, held them open with his arms and body and lowered his lips to her mound. When he sucked the swollen button inside his mouth, she keened.
“Ahh!” She was catapulted into a state that must surely be one lick, one suck, one something away from heaven. Her thighs quivered, straining to press in, and he held them open with his hands.
“Mmmm!” Desperate, she writhed, her muscles striving to clamp onto him but getting nowhere.
And he stilled, with her clit in his mouth and trapped in limbo between his teeth and the subtle tap tap of his soft tongue. Her pleasure lessened, but she whimpered. So close. Blood thumped in her temples. The height of ecstasy waited, waited. She whimpered again, said, “Please,” through the gag, and didn’t know if the choked, half-swallowed word, made sense.
Groin thrust upward, toes scrunched, she was held at that excruciating instant.
Then he hummed onto her clit and sucked again. The slide of a wet warm tongue…
Devastation. Everything tumbled screaming through her body. The fire in her skin, the feel of his tongue, lips, and teeth on her most intimate part undid her. Her lower body thrust in lust-driven undulations, seeking and finding that ultimate release.
Slowly, gasping, mind blank, she lowered her butt to the mat. Her juices wet her from clit to ass. Beneath her was sodden and cool. His mouth lifted away. And she opened her eyes. Still bound, still gagged, chest heaving, she could only watch as he climbed to his knees and rolled on a condom.
Then he poised himself with the tip of his cock targeted at her entrance. The circle of muscle there felt the nudge. Their eyes met, locked.
THIS WAS IT. Dankyo could taste her on his tongue. There she lay beneath him, his cock prodding her, her legs spread wide—his for the taking, tied up, and ever so willing. Nothing was better than this. He hissed through his clamped jaw as he fed the head of his cock into her pussy. This moment needed savoring.
He looked, cataloging her beauty.
Even tinted in blue, she was lust incarnate. The circles of her areolae on top of those plump breasts. The fast movement of her chest as she panted. Her open mouth, lips parted around the gag, as she struggled for air. Her arms stretched above, bound by him. The way she’d squirmed under the belt. The images flickered through his mind.
And, God damn best of all, the exquisite feel of her juices slicking him down and her walls squeezing in…it all sent his heart rate soaring. He pushed his thick cock another half inch into her depths.
Liquid
heat surrounded him.
Now.
“Sofia. Don’t move, darling, I’m going to make love to you so hard.”
She gasped, and tipped her lower body, up, just a fraction. Want, pure and simple.
Then he let slip his control and plunged in, sliding to the end in one long thrust, and out and in again.
Each thrust bounced her body and drew a moan from her. He braced one arm at her side and leaned over to center his open hand over her throat. Her eyes snapped open, and she stared. Awareness. He skewered her gaze with his, held her rigid, let her know what he did to her.
Making love was so animalistic. Wet. Hot. And I’m just another animal now. Nothing you can do but lie there and take what I give.
The pleasure mounted, as he shunted in and out, rocking her body. Sofia’s little noises drove him higher as much as the grip of her cunt on his cock. He shifted, propped his arms either side of her, and unleashed himself. Furious and fast. Harder, rougher, thumping into her. The smell of their sex thickened the air. She tried to writhe, yet presented herself ever higher.
Take. His cock swelled, and the heavy coiling lust peaked inside him. Again he thrust and hit home inside her. He grunted, tensed. For a while, the universe paused, then roared past as he came. His seed exploded out of him, pushing into her, every muscle in him squeezing down.
Sweat beaded on his chest and dripped from his chin onto her belly. He flattened his hand on her there, pressing down. I claim you, woman. Then he rested his hand on her throat again and held her there. I claim you.
If I say that out loud what will she do? He almost did. But no. Another time. He’d risk her refusal another time.
Once Sofia was able to stand, he got her to dress in some of the training clothes. Then he picked her up to carry her to their room, despite her feeble protests. When she turned her head into his chest and inhaled, the happy glow that invaded him took him by surprise.
The stairs creaked underfoot.
He’d just smacked her ass until it was tender and hot and made love so violently he’d exhausted her, and now he wanted to…what? He looked down at her serene yet dog-tired expression. Take care of her, that’s what.
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