by Kari Miller
“Set your foolish insecurities aside and simply accept your desires for what they are. Your insecurities are getting in the way of my pleasure and that is the real crime.”
With that, he lowered his mouth once again to her mound and started drinking her up like a starved man. She cried out at the sudden onslaught and then gasped when his fingers found themselves inside of her once again. This time when she felt the tip of his finger wiggle into her anus, she flinched but did not release her legs. He was moving the tip of his finger in and out of her anus at the same pace that he was moving his fingers in and out of her pussy, all the while licking and sucking up her juices. She hardly recognized her own voice as she panted out her desire and pleaded with him, for what she didn’t know. The muscles in her pussy and in her anus clenched up and when he nipped down on her bud and sucked it into his mouth, she cried out at the intensity of the orgasm that came over her.
When her vision came back and her body stopped twitching, she found herself being grabbed and pulled back onto his lap.
“That’s much better” he growled at her before crushing his lips against hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth.
She could taste herself on his tongue and shivered at the eroticism of it. When he released her mouth, he lifted her up and spun her around. She vaguely noticed that his pants were no longer on and that he was sitting on his heels with his knees holding his balance. He placed her hands on the edge of the seat and then pulled her hips back and lifted them. Just when she figured out what he meant to do, he did it. Lowering her down, he thrusted up at the same time, impaling her with his engorged cock. She cried out “Yes” at the impact as he thrusted his hips forward, impaling her again and again. She met each thrust with her own and together they cried out their pleasure as they thrashed about. She could feel herself bruising already as they each fought for deeper penetration. She gasped as his hand circle around her throat and pulled her back into him so her back was pressed against his chest and her cheek was held to his. He wrapped his other hand around her stomach to hold her there firmly and then turned them to face the door. He gently squeezed her neck and kissed her cheek before sliding his hand from her throat to the back of her head. She could feel his cock twitching inside of her and in turn her pussy muscles tensed around him. He gripped a fistful of hair and then pushed her face onto the floor.
“Stay” He growled out to her as he spread her knees further apart. Gripping onto her hips, he started to thrust with wild abandon.
She couldn’t determine if there was more pleasure or pain to this assault, but certainly knew that it was her submissive pose that fed his hunger. She felt the sting of a slap on her butt cheek and cried out when she felt it again.
“Are you going to hide yourself from me again Katherine?” He ground out as he spanked her again.
“No!” She gasped out as he gripped her butt cheek in his hand and squeezed.
She could feel his sack slapping against her slit as he continued to thrust violently into her. Leaning over her, he started grinding his pelvis in a round rocking motion. He placed both of his hands on either side of her head as he brought his lips to her ear. She squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered at the action.
“Your mine now, Katherine.” He whispered into her ear in that velvety tone that spoke of dominance and power. “Your body cums when I want it to cum, no matter what I am doing to you at the time.”
She shivered at the possessiveness in his tone and the ownership he was claiming over her. “When we are dressed and civilized your body’s actions are your own, but when the need arises, your body is purely mine.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair again and lowered his lips again so that she could feel them against her earlobe as he continued to lay claim on her.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure, without it this is pointless.” He pulled back his hips so just the tip of his shaft remained inside of her.
She cried out when she thought he would pull out all together and then moaned when he thrust himself back in.
“Have I ever failed in pleasuring you Katherine?”
“No” she whispered out.
“Do you trust me to know your own pleasure better than you do?”
“Yes” She moaned out as he started to slowly move within her.
He licked along the ridge of her earlobe and then nipped it before straightening up again.
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He needed to reassure her that being a submissive during sex was not about her being weak minded. When he had seen the tears flowing down her cheeks and the anguish on her face, he wanted to die. He knew exactly what was going through her mind and it was him who had orchestrated the whole thing. The only thing he had not planned on was for her to feel so shamed by it. He purposely made her cum while spanking her. He was building up her endorphins and feeding her lust, he knew that the combination of pleasure and pain would lead to where it did. He knew more about her body than she did and used that knowledge to extract the reactions that he wanted from her with practiced manipulation. Being master of her body and mind while in the heat of passion is an orgasmic experience of its own. There is no greater pleasure than that for him. Her body reacted beautifully to his dominance over her, but her stubborn mind still fought to take that pleasure from both of them and turn it into something ugly. He could not allow it. She needed to feel comfortable in her own skin and the only way she would do that is to give over her complete trust to him and admit to herself that her pleasure was nothing to be ashamed of. If she came, it was because he made her and he would never inflict anything upon her to cause humiliation.
“Who’s in control right now” he growled out to her as he gripped onto her hips and thrust himself into her.
“You are” She ground out as she squeezed her eyes shut again.
“Who do you belong to Katherine” He growled out through gritted teeth as his cock twitched for release.
She moaned out her exotic siren as his cocked swelled within her.
He needed, even craved to hear her say it.
“Tell me who you belong to!” He bellowed out while smacking her butt cheek, knowing that the initial sting of the smack would drown out all modesty.
“You!” She cried out and then moaned as his thrusts quickened.
He reached around and waited.
“Me what?” he ground out as his body started to twitch.
“I belong to you Salvador” she moaned out.
Her pussy clenched around his cock and started milking the seed out of him without him being able to control it.
“Don’t you ever forget it” He threatened her as he roared his release and pinched her nub to give her hers. They both lost themselves in wild abandon and then found themselves lying next to each other on the floor, breathing heavily as perspiration dripped from every surface of their bodies.
Rather than dress her, he chose to worship her instead.
When she tried to sit up to grab for her dress, he gently pushed her back down.
“When did you spread my cape on the floor?” she panted out between her heavy breaths.
“At the same time as I took leave of my breaches” he managed to get out as his breathing tried to regulate.
“Oh” she panted out. “And when was that?”
He chuckled as he remembered her struggling to recover her wits as he kissed her till she was struggling for air, and then laid there on the bench gasping for breath as she tried to figure out what had just happened.
“When I slipped to the floor.” He drawled lazily while turning to his side and prompting his head up on his elbow.
“My dress?” She asked with an utter look of confusion on her face.
“When I pulled you on to my lap and turned you around.”
“Oh” She still looked confused.
He leaned down and kissed a nipple to hide his grin. He loved that he could turn her world upside down to the point that she couldn't decipher which way is up.
She looked lovely,
naked and sprawled out on top of her fur. The whole time her face was pressed into the floor, she had not registered that it was in fact her fur that she was being pressed into. It just went to show just how utterly his she really was. The only thing that existed to her in the throws of passion was him.
“Roll onto your stomach, Cara.” He cooed to her as he gave her nipple one last peck.
When she was on her stomach, he gently straddled her tender frame and then proceeded to kneed out and smooth every muscle on her body. By the time he had finished his massage, she was fast asleep and almost purring.
When he was dressed and seated again, he managed to re-dress her, scoop her up onto his lap and proceed to eat the jerky and drink his glass of wine with one hand.
He scowled at the thought that she was not eating enough and could only blame himself. They had made a habit of making love through supper time and being the devil that he was, he would make sure that his wife was sufficiently sated by the time he was through with her. He made a mental note to feed her before seducing her. Seducing her, ha! More like pouncing on her! He loved to see the confusion on her face and then the widening of her eyes and of course, the telltale gasp when she would realize what he was about. Oh this was going to be an interesting marriage.
Again when they stopped for the night, he carried her limp body into their room and washed her up before taking care of himself.
Chapter 9 - Home Sweet Home
The following morning he woke to find her looking at him with a quizzical look on her pretty face. He smiled up at her and lifted his head to brush his lips against hers.
“What troubles you?” he gently asked as he reached up and tried to smooth her brow with his thumb.
She blinked and then her face smoothed out. Shaking her head, she sprawled out on the bed with a great big stretch. She looked like the kitten he often accused her of being.
He wanted to roll on top of her, now that they finally had a bed to play in, but the need to ease whatever was worrying her won out. Now it was his turn to draw himself up onto his side and gaze into her face.
“Tell me” He prompted gently.
“I was just thinking. I figured I’d do so while I still had the chance.” She teased as she shot him a mock scowl.
“Thinking is over rated you know” He teased back with a devilish grin.
That earned him a smile.
“Yes, well I seemed to have misplaced my wits several towns back and fear they may be lost for good.” She chuckled.
He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. He now knew that this humorous dialogue was in all actuality what was bothering her. He admired how she could find humour in the very things that distressed her.
“No Love, for I fear there is a thief who sneaks in to covet your wits for his own and just when he fears he has been suspected, he quietly sneaks back in and replaces your wits into your top drawer, safe and sound. It is only when your back is turned and you are least suspecting that he sneaks back in and steals away with them into the night.” He said conspiratorially and then grinned when he saw her smirk at his witticism.
“But it appears Love, that you have your wits about you at this very moment, so fear not my lady for I will keep you and your wits in my safe keeping.” And then he laughed when she did.
“Since when is the wolfs den considered safe keeping!” She laughed even harder.
“A wolf you say!” He exclaimed in mock horror, right before he pounced and tickled her into hysteria.
He couldn’t remember a time when he had been so happy and laughed so much. He had feared that his heart had been hardened by those who had miserably failed him. Eventually, he reserved his heart for his brotherhood and their wives and gave limited trust to everyone else who was under his care. Anyone outside of that was not to be trusted - ever. That is how he made his success and how he maintained his reputation as Satin’s kin or even the devil himself. Katherine had managed to giggle her way into his heart without even knowing she was doing so, which scared him. It opened himself up to being hurt and it also lowered his defences around her, opening himself up for deceit. He could never forget that it was he that stole her away from her so called freedom and that could fester into something dark within her, even though she now had the best of intentions. He would just need to keep his eyes out and his ears open. If she wanted to leave the estate, he would make sure she was suitably escorted and if she wanted to make friends with those outside of his circle of brotherhood, then he would have them investigated. She would not deceive him if he could help it and she would never come to harm.
“Come my precious lamb, our carriage awaits.” He said wolfishly as he rolled off of her and headed for his clothing.
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The ride to her new home that day seemed to drag on. Her nerves were shot and Salvador seemed to be lost in thought more often than not. They had stopped for lunch again and then carried on for the last leg of their journey. She had lightly dozed on and off for about an hour before Salvador woke her to feed her again.
“You’ll turn me into a whale if you keep shoving food down my throat at every turn” she laughed out as he tried to feed her a grape.
“Yes, but you will be my whale.” He smiled back at her as he popped the grape into her mouth.
She finally convinced him that she was old enough to feed herself and chuckled when he grudgingly handed her the bowl of grapes, threatening her to eat every last one.
Just after sun down they pulled up to a magnificently large estate. As the carriage rolled down the driveway, he promised that he would take her for a tour of the estate the following morning.
When they pulled up to the front door, he helped her out and then nudged her towards the door as she tried to recover her tongue. She had never seen an estate of such stature and power. She was intimidated by it the closer they got to the door. The place was massive and well groomed. Inside was an army of servants who were lined up, waiting to receive their Master back into his home.
“They are eager to meet you” he whispered into her ear, then grasped her shaky hand to his.
“Me?” she squeaked out as he tugged her inside.
“May I present, Lady Katherine Rochester Cresta, your new Mistress.” He announced with his arm firmly wrapped around her waste to no doubt hold her up.
He looked down at her and smiled as he started to move again. He introduced her to every one of his staff and then called upon Abigail – her personal maid – to direct his new wife to their chambers and draw her bath.
Before Katherine could utter her thanks, she was scooped up in a swish of skirts and led up the stairs, down and around many hall passages and finally into a large bedroom chamber.
She looked around and noted the masculine colors. This room could not be the Mistresses chamber!
“Um, Abigail.” She started.
“Yes Lady Katherine?”
“This is where my husband sleeps is it not?” she asked cautiously.
Abigail giggled as she continued to unpack her dresses and hang them up.
“Indeed Mistress, if I am not mistaken, I believe this is where you are to sleep as well.” She blushed and then turned back to finish her chores.
“Oh” Was all Katherine could reply.
Truthfully, she enjoyed waking up in Salvador’s arms. Not that she could remember many instances of falling asleep or waking up in his arms, more or less a bed. She laughed to herself as she thought about how he had a way of making love to her until she could no longer function, and then how she would wake up in a strange bed wondering how she got there. That devil of a husband must be puffing out his chest by now.
She didn’t mind. The last time they made love she had panicked over her wantonness, but Salvador knew how to set her fears to rest. They were very passionate lovers, nothing more – nothing less.
Although she didn’t have another man to compare him to and only knew of what happens in the bedroom by the maids in her old estate. None of them spoke
of what Salvador and she shared, but now that she thought back on it she couldn’t envision her love making being so docile.
Salvador had turned the adjoining chamber into a bathing room and Katherine was shocked at what she had found. The room was tiled rather than carpeted. The bathtub was round and deep. There were steps that led into the tub and on the other side of the room was another screened-in area. There she found a wooden seat with a chamber pot attached to it, which did not surprise her. What did surprise her was that at the bottom of the chamber pot was a hole that had another tube stuck to it. According to Abigail, the chamber pot maid simply had to dump a bucket of boiling hot water down the hole each day to flush everything under ground.
There were side benches and plants surrounding the room and lovely water paintings of various sceneries. She had never seen a room like it! She had always been one who was private with her affairs and often suffered a full bladder or such for lack of privacy. She was pleased that she and Salvador had that in common.
The lilacs filling the bathroom gave off a lovely yet strong scent to offset any other scents that may occur from time to time. There was a wash basin beside the chamber pot contraction that had a pile of folded up cloths and lemon scented soap beside them. She too was a stickler for cleanliness and had been surprised, shy but mostly pleased when Salvador told her earlier that day that while she was passed out, he was busy washing her up so that she could go to bed clean. Come to think of it, he was quite clean for a male. Even her Father would grumble if he was forced to take a bath more than once a week. Salvador cleansed himself daily, like she.
“May I help you bathe Lady Katherine” Abigail offered.
“No thank you. Could you kindly unfasten the clips at the back of my dress for me and I will manage the rest.”
“Certainly My lady”
Katherine offered her back and then lifted her hair for her to proceed.
“There is a robe on the back of the door for you. The towels are beside the tub on that bench, all within your reach. When you are ready, I will have a glass of wine waiting for you beside the fire for your night cap.” She informed her as she made to leave.
