Innocence Enslaved

by Maddie Taylor

  “You cloud my brain with your touch, master.”

  He grinned. “You’ll have to decide on a different endearment for me, siren. Those days are behind you now.”

  “But it seems right, and in my heart, you will always be that and more to me.”

  “Ah, Emilia, what you do to me.” He claimed her lips again. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled them onto the bed, with him on top, ravishing her mouth as his hands sought her breasts. “Let’s get this off you,” he urged, as he pulled the chemise up and over her head.

  His lips connected with hers as his hands wandered lower, one slipping beneath her to curve around a bottom cheek while the other slipped between them and inside her drawers. She parted her thighs without thought as his fingers sought the heated place in between. “So wet. When the time comes, I’ll slide easily inside and make you scream as I did with my tongue.”

  “Do it now, master. I don’t want to wait.”

  “No, but I will bring you to pleasure in another way.” He pulled away to stand at the bedside. “Take off your drawers,” he bade, urgency in both the intensity of his gaze and his jerky movements as he tore open his braes. “I want nothing between your skin and mine.”

  She eagerly untied the drawstring at her waist and pulled off the garment, in her haste getting it tangled around her feet. Corbet stopped undressing and came to her aid. With a few tugs, he pulled them free and sent the thick cotton sailing over his head. When he went back to work on his own clothing, she had time to watch.

  Broad of shoulder, he had a muscular chest, smooth except for a patch of brown hair in the middle, which narrowed into a thin line as it continued all the way down his hard, rippled stomach. It would have disappeared into the top of his black woolen pants, had he not already opened them wide. What was revealed caught her breath. It was her first glimpse of his shaft, his cock as he called it, long and large as it rose up his lower belly. She’d felt its hardness when it bumped her thigh or pressed into her backside when she sat on his lap. It appeared smooth like silk, the same as when it had slid through her lips the night before.

  The day at the tavern came flooding back, as did the woman taking Lomb’s shaft into her mouth. Both seemed to enjoy it immensely and she wanted to know what it would be like. She couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it, marveling at its silken texture before curling her fingers around its great width that was a rigid as steel. She didn’t know how he was going to fit, in either her mouth or her channel, but she couldn’t wait to find out. If he wouldn’t allow the latter, may he would permit the first, and grant her the pleasure of using her mouth on him, as he’d done to her last night.

  Licking her lips with eagerness, her fingers continued to explore until his hand threaded into her hair and tugged gently. She looked up. His eyes were glowing with a fire more intense than she’d ever seen before. She leaned up on her knees, without losing the grip with her hand. Unable to reach his mouth, she pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin and asked with a sense of daring as strong as her need, “May I taste you as you did me?”

  “Sweetling,” he uttered low as his fingers clenched in her hair, “the thought of you taking me into your mouth has kept me hard for days.”

  “Truly?”

  “Yes, this is one of the many ways you can please me.”

  “I want that so badly, Corbet.” On her hands and knees before him, she leaned toward him until the head of his cock was a hairsbreadth from her lips. At the last instant she paused, unsure of how to go about it, and glanced up at him for direction.

  “First, lick the head. Make it very wet so it will glide easily between your lips.”

  Her tongue slipped out and tentatively touched the tip. He tasted slightly salty, which was pleasant, so she licked again, a longer stroke with the flat of her tongue. She peeked up at him, to ensure she was doing it right.

  His jaw was tightly clenched while he watched her. As she swirled her tongue around the head in a circle, he groaned as though in agony and his fingers tightened in her hair.

  Immediately, she pulled back. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, you did exactly right.” Gazing down on her now, he swept his thumb across her cheek gently. With his free hand, he guided the head back to her lips and rubbed it along her lower lip. “It feels incredible, siren. Almost too good. Continue.”

  A smile curved her lips, and she felt a rush knowing she was pleasing him. Opening wider, she slid her lips over the head and beyond, taking his shaft deeper into her mouth. It glided over her tongue, filling and stretching her mouth. She eased back, leaving him glistening wet.

  “That’s it, dove, the wetter the better. This time when it goes deep, suck me.”

  She took more of him on the next glide, tightening her lips around him and applying suction. As she hollowed her cheeks she drew back the next time, pulling almost all the way off, but not quite, not letting go before taking him deep once more.

  Groaning low, both his hands came to her head, encouraging her with gentle guidance to take him deeper. When she did, she panicked a bit, and pulled off to take a deep breath.

  “You’ll learn to take more. Wrap your hand around the base so you don’t choke, and keep going. You’re doing so well, sweetling.”

  Once her hand gripped the base, he guided the head to her lips and entered in a long slow glide, claiming her mouth as she wanted him to take the aching channel between her legs. As he moved, pumping his hips steadily, she sucked and slurped, and with her hand keeping him from going too deep, she was able to relax and enjoy him.

  He combed his fingers through her hair, murmuring encouragement between moans of pleasure. After several long moments, he pulled out of her mouth.

  “Release me,” he growled, right before his hands slid under her arms and he dragged her up the bed to lay with her back on the pillows. With his legs pinning her arms, he braced his hands on the headboard.

  “Open,” came his next command. Aiming his cock at her parted lips, he slid slowly into her mouth, once, twice, then over and over. Without warning, he pulled free and backed up until he straddled her waist.

  “Give me your hand,” he rasped. She lifted it without question. With his hand wrapped around her own, together they grasped his rigid shaft and he proceeded to teach her the motion he liked. He thrust forward, curling his fingers around hers, making her squeeze harder. He pumped faster for a few moments and then threw his head back as a low, rumbling groan that seemed to emanate from his toes burst free of his lips. An instant later, his whole body tensed before he shuddered and anointed her breasts with the hot splash of his seed.

  Together they squeezed, milking his shaft until he was spent. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto the bed by her side. She rolled to him, as if to snuggle close, but he stopped her, reaching for his shirt to clean her off. She giggled.

  “You make quite a mess when you do that, master.”

  He didn’t take offense, instead shrugging as he tossed the soiled shirt away, and then gathered her into his arms. “Soon I won’t have to. Although that was quite nice and I’ll enjoy it on occasion, I’ll prefer when I can spend inside you.”

  Emilia brought her arms around him, stroking his back. “I liked that,” she whispered. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who gets lost in the heat of our passion.”

  He smiled, kissing her nose. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, siren, and that you’re eager and responsive. You’re going to make it very hard for me to keep my integrity intact until we can locate a priest.”

  “I’m in awe of your integrity, master, but I won’t tell if you won’t.” As she spoke, he adjusted her into the position they’d slept in last night, like two spoons in a drawer, with his body curled along her back.

  “You’re incorrigible, naughty girl,” he chided, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear. “If you keep taunting me, I’ll have to put you over my knee.”

  A smile crept over her lips as she thought about that. “Yes, si
r,” she cooed happily.

  Laughing outright, he slipped his other arm beneath her and hugged her close.

  “Now, I believe it’s my turn to play and listen to you cry out with pleasure.”

  He brought his hands up to curve beneath her breasts. Pushing them together, his thumb and forefinger captured her taut nipples and squeezed. His mouth moved to her neck, suckling and planting soft kisses that made her writhe and whimper. He applied more pressure, rolling and plucking her nipples until she was arching her back and pressing both breasts into his hands.

  One hand released her and moved lower, locating her wet, aching center. He curved his hand around her upper thigh and lifted her leg, draping it over his own, thereby spreading her wide. His fingers then teased up the sensitive inner aspect of her thigh until they came upon damp, heated flesh.

  He captured her earlobe with his teeth as his fingertips connected with the bundle of nerves that ached for his attention. Rubbing in circles, he applied the perfect amount of stimulation to make her writhe and squirm as pressure, like steam in a teapot, began to build inside her. When he pinched the nub lightly and rolled it between his fingers, she thought she might explode. A long cry of pleasure erupted from her throat as he pushed her thighs open wider, sucking and nibbling while her legs began to tremble.

  “Oh, my heavens!” she gasped, clutching at his wrist as he quickened his movements. With climax approaching quickly, her head fell back on his shoulder, while she uttered with urgency, “Yes… Corbet… oh… oh, mercy!”

  Seconds away from bliss, he lifted his hand and slid lower between her folds. He circled the opening and slipped in two fingers, going only deep enough to rub at an amazing spot just inside. She moaned.

  “Let go, dove,” he urged, as his thumb found her pulsing nub. She groaned louder as his fingers rubbed and his thumb circled. “Corbet,” she cried out long and low as her hips jerked.

  “Come for me now.”

  With his permission, her body succumbed, shuddering against his as a stunning release gripped her, a groan of pleasure pouring from her lips. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck, his mouth open and hot upon her flushed skin. Below, his steely cock nudged insistently along her cleft. He moaned in what sounded like a strangled version of her name as his teeth nipped her skin. In the next moment, he gripped his cock and pumped. Emilia moaned as his mouth latched on more fiercely while his silky seed shot in hot bursts over the quivering globes of her bottom.

  He didn’t let go of her neck, although his teeth were replaced by the slow soothing lapping of his tongue. After several moments, he relaxed and leaned heavily against her, both of them sighing in pleasant exhaustion. Once they had both recovered enough to move, Corbet wiped her clean with the edge of the sheet before easing her onto her back. Propping up on an elbow, head in hand, he smiled down at her.

  “I made a mess of you again.”

  “I’m easily cleaned,” she said with a grin and an unconcerned shrug.

  His return grin, both disarming and sensual, sent shivers down her spine. “I love that you don’t mind getting dirty.” Her face heated at the double meaning behind that, but she forgot about it as soon as he lowered his mouth, tenderly brushing his lips over hers while smoothing away the damp hair stuck to her face. “I can’t wait until you are mine, in truth.”

  “Me too.” Her body content, she became suddenly sleepy and smothered a yawn.

  “Sleep. We’ve another long day tomorrow.”

  She nodded, shifting to her side and snuggling her back to his front. Lifting her long hair off her neck as she settled onto her pillow, she heard a low growl rumble in his chest.

  “What?” she asked, twisting her face up to his.

  “I marked you.” He ran a finger over the spot where his mouth had latched on when he found his release. Her hand came up and rubbed at it too. “I didn’t think I was that rough.” He bent immediately to kiss it. “Now you carry a mark from the collar, the cane, and my mouth.”

  She turned back, the beginning of a smile tipping the corner of her mouth.

  Surprised, he leaned over her to ask, “You like that I marked you?”

  “You don’t hear me complaining.” Taking his hand in hers, she pulled it up between her breasts as she snuggled back into him. The smell of their passion still lingered in the room, though her scent was strongest of all on his fingers. Though he’d brought her to pleasure twice, she became aroused thinking about her wetness and how it would taste on his fingers. Better yet, on his cock after he’d buried himself in the depths of her heated passage. She couldn’t resist finding out. Her tongue flicked out and lapped across the tips of his fingers.

  “Emilia!” He pulled his hand away. “If you don’t stop taunting me, I’ll give you that spanking I promised right now. Imagine how you’ll feel with your blistered butt up in the air as we join up with the others.”

  “I’m sorry.” Although she wasn’t, she tried to seem remorseful as she peeped at him over her shoulder.

  “I don’t believe that for a minute,” he growled while curving his hand around her jaw and lowering his mouth to hers, his demanding lips caressing hers until she was breathless. “Sleep, dove,” he insisted as he settled behind her. “Daybreak will be here all too soon.”

  “What about the lantern?”

  “Let it burn.”

  “As you wish, master.” She giggled as his hand closed over her breast and tweaked a nipple in warning.

  “Insatiable nymph,” he murmured, not sounding the least bit displeased.

  Chapter Twenty

  The following morning, a groggy Emilia barely managed to thank their hosts before Corbet boosted her onto her mare’s back and handed her the reins. It was dark because it was raining and all she could think about was crawling back into bed beside her man’s warm, comforting body.

  “Are you awake enough to ride, or do I need to take you up with me?”

  “I’m cold, but awake.” She shivered from the damp as she answered, while pulling her blanket more closely around her.

  Following along at the steady pace he set, she hunkered down in her misery. The plodding gait of the horse lulled her into a daze and her head bobbed as she nodded off once or twice. On the third time, she heard Corbet curse and slow his horse to a stop.

  “Come here,” he said as he dragged her off her mare and across his lap. After he adjusted the blanket around her and had gathered Buttercup’s reins, he started them off again.

  Heat seemed to roll off him in waves and she cuddled close, humming her satisfaction.

  “Thank you, Corbet. This is much better.”

  “You looked like a sleepy, wet kitten huddled all by yourself. You should have taken me up on my offer the first time. I would have been most upset if you’d have fallen off your mare and broken your neck.”

  Upset didn’t sound like undying love to her. She tipped her head back and frowned. “Because you love me?”

  He grunted and shook his head. “Because it would have been damned inconvenient to have to start training another pleasure slave.”

  “What? How can you think such a thing,” she protested, going so far as to swat him lightly when he chuckled.

  “I was teasing, sweetling. I would be devastated if something truly happened to you. Besides, you’re all the pleasure I can handle. As insatiable as you are now, I can’t imagine what you’ll be like once I fuck you.”

  “Corbet!” She colored fiercely at the vulgar term. Then she quieted, thinking maybe she was too ardent in her desire for him. “I don’t know what makes me act as I do. I’m sorry.”

  “Emilia! Don’t you dare apologize. I love your fire and will be most upset if you try to bank it or douse the flames. I shouldn’t have teased you, sweetling.”

  “Then you don’t mind the wanton way that I act.”

  “By my word, no! I adore how you hunger for me as much as I do you.”

  She gazed up at him searchingly, relaxing when she read only truth in
his eyes. She smiled, shyly at first, then she couldn’t resist teasing him in return.

  “I do have a healthy appetite, master. I’m ravenous, in fact, especially when the fare is so delicious.”

  “I’ll do my best to keep you well-sated, siren.”

  Grinning, she snuggled closer as he urged his horse into a trot. With her ear pressed to his chest, the steady thud of his heart lulled her into a contented sleep.

  While she dozed, they made good time despite the rain and were at the noontime destination ahead of schedule. It was in a little village a half day’s ride from the border of Melbourne. If they kept on pace, they’d make camp there and be at her father’s farm by supper the next day.

  While they waited for the others to arrive, they went into a small tavern to dry out and have a bite to eat. There was a small fire in the hearth to remove the damp from the air. Choosing a table near it, Emilia sat with her back to it and spread out her skirts, hoping they’d dry before it was time to move on.

  Two mugs of ale and bowls of a hearty beef stew were plunked down in front of them by the ruddy-cheeked tavern owner.

  “A terrible day for travel, it is. Where are you heading if I might ask?”

  “Andover,” Corbet answered evasively, offering him no more beyond that. “Have you heard of any trouble? Washed-out bridges or thieves harassing unsuspecting travelers?”

  “Not from that way. A troop of knights from Melbourne were through a few days back, searching for a missing girl.” His eyes flickered over Emilia. “A red-haired girl about eighteen—beautiful, they said—was taken from near her home. Her papa was distraught and offered a sizeable reward of silver to get her back.”

  “Melbourne, you say,” she replied. “I’ve always wanted to travel there. Mama once told me a story of a beautiful waterfall that flows near one hundred feet high and into the river which leads to the sea.” Excitedly, she reached across and covered Corbet’s hands with her own. “Say we might see it one day.”