He’d brought her, she understood, one step closer to something that felt like it would become worship.
She would struggle against that. She must. She worshipped no one. Ella sucked in air, still unable to control her breathing.
Bastard. Lover. Warrior.
Who was she kidding? A tear or two trickled from her eyes. She was going to lose. There was some primordial feeling awakening, and they hadn’t even fucked again.
Torgeir rose and pulled his shirt off over his head then draped it over the back of the sofa. The red markings were revealed. Her color matched those? With her dress still dragged below her breasts she compared her nipples to his marks. Was it the same shade? To her, his marks resembled a red dragon or snake curling up from his belly button to below his neck.
It was beautiful, she admitted to herself. He was beautiful. From her position, she had a prime view of the bulge in his pants. If she’d been dying to come, what must he be feeling? The very thought had her opening her mouth, imagining him sliding his cock over her tongue.
Was he right? Was bondmating real? A whole ninety-nine percent of the universe believed in it.
“Ella?”
He’d caught her licking her lips while staring at his groin. Blushing might not be noticeable when she was already flushed.
Slowly, while watching her face, he undid the fastening on his pants and freed his cock. The thing was clearly ready to fuck her at a moment’s notice...or at her yes.
She bit back a sigh and shut her eyes. Ridiculous.
She heard him kneel beside her and he turned her body so she faced him.
“What do you want, Ella?”
She kept her eyes closed, thinking crazily fast. What did she want? She didn’t know anymore, except the idea of him fucking her mouth or her impaling herself on him or him simply driving that lovely erect cock into her, over and over and fucking over was beating on the inside of her brain.
Then she did sigh. “Can I leave that question for later?” She opened her eyes and looked up at his face, then couldn’t help glancing downward, and caught sight of his cock, again, at close range, at mouth level.
Yes. All that she wanted. Her pussy squeezed in but then it had always wanted him.
“Ella.” There was scolding in that single word, which puzzled her. “If I fuck your mouth while you’re tied up that’s still fucking.”
“I know,” she said quietly. “I know, but what if...” Was she saying this? Really? God yes, she was. The ache was back. “What if I ask you to?”
“I’ve decided...” He continued as if she’d not spoken, wrapping his hand around his cock. “Not to fuck you anywhere until I think I should. Whether I come in your mouth, your cunt, or your ass it will take you to the next level of bondmating.”
Her eyes widened. “My ass is a no-go zone.”
“You think so?” He grinned evilly. “In any case, your mouth can stay mostly unravished.”
Mostly?
“But?” She stared at his cock, which wobbled as he climbed over her and straddled her upper body. It looked desperate. About as desperate as she was feeling.
“This is what I’m doing until you convince me otherwise.” He leaned over her and gave her ideas as to what he intended, getting closer, closer.
His cock pushed on her lips. Yes. She opened and let him slide in. The head of his cock pressed her lips wide, gliding easily over the wetness of her tongue. Then he withdrew and fastened her head to the sofa by grabbing her hair. He wrapped his other hand around his cock and proceeded to masturbate thoroughly and roughly in front of her. The slick noises became louder, as did his breathing. At the last he was grunting and she tried to lean up, mouth open, hoping to convince him.
She knew she’d flipped in mindset. Embarrassing yet unstoppable.
His hands slipped up and down faster; his fist clenched in her hair.
Not once did his gaze waver from her face. That he came within a minute, spurting cum all over her breasts was both annoying and tantalizing. None of it reached her tongue.
“There. Be good and maybe sometime this week we can do it properly.” He sucked in a breath.
This week? What did she have to do? Crawling on broken glass was out, but almost anything else was a yes.
“You’ve convinced me. Please? Just do it?”
The sofa shifted as he bent down to kiss her gently, letting her taste herself on his lips.
“I’m going to clean you up before I untie you. We’re doing this slow. Do not...” He caught her bottom lip in his teeth, released it and smiled that mean smile. “Try to rush me. I like this. Seeing you beg. Why though? How did I do it?”
Her brow was probably furrowed with a thousand wrinkles. “I don’t know.” She shut her eyes again unable to face him as she said the next part. “I think I even like the idea of you making me wait. Is that strange?”
“Hmmm. Yes and no. Don’t change, Ella. I like you just the way you are.”
“Crazy?”
“No. Sweaty, desperate, with my cum all over you.”
“Man, where did I find you?”
“In a desert, about to be raped by Sicar warriors?” Then he pounced and engulfed her left nipple with his teeth, making her squeal. “Maybe.” He kissed her nipple, licked it. “I won’t untie you after all.”
Chapter 15
“I think it best you don’t wear any for the rest of the week.” Then Torgeir waited to see what that would evoke. Her protests often amused him.
She shook her head. “Why no panties? I mean. Why?”
He’d cleaned her – hauled water in from down the hall, poured it into his bath tub and let her soak while he sat on the edge, played with her hair, and admired her. Like much of their rooms, the bathroom was a combination of archaic and modern. Distressed walls, rust-streaked tub, shiny faucets that didn’t work, and a floor of some beautiful, glowing, amber-colored stone.
The water was cold but the climate here wavered between cool and greenhouse hot. This land would’ve been covered in jungle at some point in history.
He’d washed while she dressed.
Now, though, he had Ella complacent, as well as needy, and standing in her bra and white dress while he sat on the empty bathtub. Her hair was wet though towel dried. Dark, it straggled over her shoulders. He was looking forward to seeing her plait it.
How had he achieved this? A bondmating miracle, he guessed.
“You’ll go without because I say.” He drawled that out, wondering if he’d finally hit her limit.
“Oh.” Then she did that wide-eyed glance at him and he could tell she too was stunned at the change. And yet, they both knew she liked this. “I’m not sure I should agree.”
“But?”
“You have no idea how torn I am between just saying yes and knowing I should say no. I mean, letting you choose if I wear underwear? It’s –”
“Sexy?” He nodded then drummed his fingers on the tub. She was making him think too. “I find I enjoy this more than I thought. I had planned to get you so turned on you’d come around to seeing that we are meant to be with each other. But even now that you’re happy for us to mate, I want to do this. Like really want. Not just because I like ordering women about. To me this is a huge turn-on, and part of that is because...” He tilted his head, watching her listening to what he said, so avidly. Her eyes shone and she hadn’t blinked. “I can see you love it too. Yes? If I thought you hated me doing this, I’d stop.”
They were in tune despite not having progressed far with the bondmating.
Surprise of the day. She liked him dominating her. Fascinating in a way that made his cock swell.
“Say, yes.” He smiled then to show her he saw the irony.
She smiled too. “Yes.”
“Come here.”
She came to him and turned, nestling into his lap, sighing, and he brushed at her hair and tasted her neck. He’d never tire of her smell, her taste.
“We can explore this, take our time, see what we both like.”
Then he began what he’d known he wanted to do, ever since she defied him on the balcony. He teased her. Inch by inch, he hauled up the knee-length dress, probed beneath it with his hand, and found her cunt. Her sweet, sweet cunt that he’d also tasted. His finger slipped along, nudging apart her pussy lips. Of her own volition, her thighs spread, inviting him.
Wetness was there. Instantaneous. He hitched her higher on his lap and wrapped his other arm around her waist.
“Wait,” she began, putting her hand on his wrist.
“No.”
She let go, her hand poised above. At that, he found his lips curving in a smile. Oh yes. She liked his orders.
“Put your hand in your lap.”
When she did so, he began to play some more, slip-sliding, touching nothing more than that part of her, watching her breathing intensify and deepen, her lips part, her eyelids drift shut, for he leaned forward and looked over her shoulder. Her leg muscles were tense when his wrist brushed them.
Up and down went his finger. Slippery, female cunt juice. He could play there all day.
“You want me in you?” He kissed her cheek.
“Yes,” she whispered and he felt her pussy clench as he trailed his fingertip along it.
“You’re so wet, already.”
“Mmm.”
“Don’t move.”
He teased her for another five minutes until she was huffing and squirming on his lap, until she was wet enough to dribble onto her thighs and dress and she moaned when he asked her if she was about to come. Then he stopped. He made her stand up and he straightened her dress.
“No panties, Ella.” He caressed her thigh, running his hand up under the hem, letting it rest on her inner thigh where the wetness began. “Not until I say.”
All she did was nod and sigh and tremble.
He liked this, a lot.
That her acceptance, no, call it what it was, her submission to his demands evoked vivid images of her tied up in rope, that he didn’t like. Or that his anger had begun this. He’d thought he’d not regretted that but time had brought him worries.
This had echoes of slavery.
He’d always known he liked tying up his women, a little, every now and then, but with Ella in his arms, his mild tendencies seemed unchained. He didn’t want to hurt her.
Torgeir shut his eyes.
Ella immobilized, her body decorated by the intricacies of knotted rope – one end fastened to her plait and drawn down her back then looped up between her legs. The rope drawn tight until her own movements against the rope might make her come, and her struggling to be free...
He shivered at the intensity. Doing that might unleash a monster, himself, at his worst. He should take care.
Chapter 16
The no-panties state she was in gave Torgeir the freedom to intimately touch her with no more than a second of warning. While talking to Dresdek on his comm, with her beside him on the sofa, he casually reached under her dress and toyed with her. She stared but he just kept talking. Well then, she could be stoic. Not making any noises or moving finally drew his attention. A gleam came into his eye and he told her to kneel on the sofa, facing away from him. After pushing her dress high on her back, he stroked her pussy, softly, barely separating the lips. This gentleness seemed one of his favorite teasing techniques and it worked so well at stirring her. But she knew men, or thought she did. How could he resist her when she was showing off her intimate parts like this? Maybe she needed to act up more and tease him in return?
She wiggled her ass from side to side, blatantly tempting him, and parted her legs as much as she could on the sofa cushion. When he sat forward she figured she was winning, until he shoved some fingers inside her.
“Ohhh.” Her arms stiffened and, head down, she sucked in a deep breath, let it out, shakily.
“Hmmm,” he said. His hmmms were warning signs all by themselves. His fingers stilled inside her.
“More?” she dared to squeak. Maybe today could be the day?
“Here.” He drew her stomach down over his lap before resuming his talk to Dresdek, about recruiting and business, while he absentmindedly massaged around her clit and over it, gathering her moisture and repeating that ad infinitum. Quivering, she moaned into the sofa, coming close to climax. Squeezing her thighs around his hand gained her a bite on the fullness of one butt cheek.
“Ow! No!”
He sucked on her hurt flesh. “Then don’t try to squash my hand.”
Miffed, she only grunted.
“Where was I?” He rested his thumb inside her with his fingers on her butt. With her clit begging for attention this was evil, she decided.
Was it possible to be aroused every hour of the day without dying of frustration? When would he decide they could have sex?
Later, he backed her against the wall and held her there with his hand at her throat while he slipped the straps of her dress down her arms then studied her breasts.
“Mmm. My red. My woman’s breasts.”
The glow of happiness overtook her. Who knew this, of all things, this possession of her, would affect her so?
He kissed her on the lips and she responded. Warm yummy kiss. Being kissed while pinned in place, it was heaven. Her eyelids lowered as the feeling settled in her flesh like molasses.
“I’d wag my tail if I had one,” she whispered.
“That, I’d like to see.”
When he bowed his head to suck on her nipples, engulfing first one then the other, with his thigh pushing up between hers, she was soon overcome and mouth breathing, swallowing against his hand. She pressed herself onto his leg in little, insistent circles. This must be when he’d decide to fuck her.
Bondmating compulsions were playing havoc with her hormones.
Arousal was something she had always disregarded if need be. Not now, not with Torgeir. Even her feet were flexing, treadling against the floor. Every atom of her body craved release.
“What do I have to do?” She’d tried not to whine that and looked downward, pointedly. “To get you to...” Ella curled her hands into fists, her fingernails cutting her palms.
“Nothing.” While pressing her more firmly against the wall, he wedged that knee into her, grinding it softly into the juncture of her legs. “Nothing except make those cute female sounds.”
“When? Please?”
“Soon. Tomorrow. Maybe. I thought we’d have another wine and nice-food sort of meal up above, at the very peak of Horuk.” He’d said all that in his rumbly voice then he kissed the top of her head. “I’m going to explore, but I heard there’s private places up there where I can fuck you without being interrupted.”
That sounded awesome and dirty and elegant all at once. He was planning when to fuck her again in detail like this? Tomorrow though.
“I don’t know if I can wait that long.” Men liked the cute little kitten look didn’t they? Though it was more hot and flustered kitten, right now. She tried to look cute, needy, and kitteny.
“You can.”
Kitten failure. It hadn’t worked.
The breast fondling and sucking recommenced. She tried to resist, she did, but his hand on her neck, while the other grasped her whole breast, then his wet tongue on her nipple. Uh. So nice. Ella’s legs shook and she stiffened. Her sighs turned into moans.
Coming from breast sucking was not possible. Maybe that’s why it happened, why it slammed in and wiped her out. She groaned and her head thumped back against the wall while he kept her fastened coarsely in place with that dirty pussy-invading knee, his hands, and his hard as cry-steel body.
The last of the orgasmic spasms came and went and she sank down the wall an inch before he caught her.
“You weren’t supposed to do that.”
Wracked by gasping and spent, she looked at him through her lashes and could see ideas tumbling thro
ugh his mind.
“I know,” she said, her voice husky. “Accident.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Spanking followed. On the sofa. Across his knee. That had aroused her too, which surprised Torgeir.
“It was your hand, touching me there, and the way it sort of beat through me.” She looked back at him, pouting. Well, it was really pouting and amused, as well as furious that he blamed her.
“Oh, come here.” He was still laughing as he cuddled her.
“It did hurt.”
“Sure it did.”
“Hmph.”
Cuddling with him was the best. She sank into a dreamy state. Wherever this was going, she’d been lucky. Though a Sicar lord, Torgeir seemed exactly the right man for her.
There was something odd, though. It was true that this bondmating relationship made sex the ultimate wonder and gave her a sense that hinted at when he was aroused as well as vice versa, but it also niggled at her and showed her what was not. Something was missing. He wanted something more that he wasn’t telling her.
Maybe that was why he had taken so long to decide to fuck her?
The next morning she awoke first and spent some more time thinking, as the light brightened and crept across the room in bars and jagged shapes.
Not being able to recall all her past made her speculate. Ella doubted she’d ever been in such a curious arrangement with a prior lover. Torgeir liked commanding her and she absolutely adored obeying, even when all he did was tease her sexually, night and day.
They were like love-struck but strange honeymooners.
They hadn’t left the room yet. Luckily they had food, and each other to play with. And oh my, Torgeir did love playing with her. Even now, lying in bed with his arm wrapped over her, she was getting aroused remembering, though maybe that was because she could feel his erection against her ass.
If she wriggled, he might accidentally slip it in while half asleep?
No. Best not to try. He’d said today might be the day. Then his cock seemed to harden and poke her and she couldn’t stop herself nudging backward into him, just a teensy bit.
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