“Jesus fucking Christ, Iris. That…” He gasped, inching deeper. “That’s fucking heaven. You are so fucking tight.”
He stayed there, just like that, letting me get used to him. And oh, how I got used to him. I embraced the pain, just like he said, forcing my breathing to slow. He kneaded my ass cheeks with his palms, digging the pads of his thumbs deep into my muscles. “There you go. Relax.”
With each passing second, I felt my body do what it was made to do: to hold him, to keep him. He growled as he felt the resistance of my virginity, blocking his complete entrance.
“Time for me to fucking take that cherry,” he said, and with one powerful thrust he drove all the way into me, making us one in a pinching wave of pleasure-pain-relief. I gasped again, feeling my virgin blood spill from me in a warm wave.
“Welcome home,” I whispered into the sheets.
“Welcome home yourself,” he said with an angry thrust that sent my eyes rolling back into my head. In both fists, I balled up the silky sheets and shifted my weight back into my hips, meeting his thrusts with a slide of my body.
His rhythm was intense, always keeping me just on the edge of what I thought I could take. But never, not once, did I ask him to slow down. What he gave me, I embraced. The pain, the pleasure, the mind-bending waves of…Permission, oh god, I need to ask for…
“Come on this cock,” he ordered, pounding me again and again. “Fucking come,” he thrusted, “on,” another thrust, “this cock.” He roared as he powered into me once again.
Even in my daze, a command was better than permission “Randal, oh sweet Jesus, Randal…” I moaned into the mattress as my inside pulsed and fluttered.
My toes curled so hard that my feet cramped. And then it happened. I came for him from the inside out. I was lost in fast-flowing rapids. I was upside down in another world. I screamed his name into the mattress, and as I screamed it, he egged me on.
“Take it, fucking take it, baby,” he bellowed as he plunged into me again and again. “If you keep squeezing me like that, Iris, you’re going to make me come.”
It was time for me to take some power back from him. High time. So I squeezed. I squeezed him with all the power I had—every ounce of desire, every bit of adoration, every bit of fear, all my strength went from my pussy into his cock. I knew well enough I couldn’t be giving him orders. But with his body I told him.
Come for me.
Come in me.
I had never heard a human being make a sound like he did right then. It was a moose in the rut, it was a dog on a bitch’s scent. I turned my head over my shoulder to watch him release into me.
Blurry with pleasure though the world was, I saw him clearly. He had his head arched back, making the muscles of his chest and abdomen ripple. His shoulders were massive; every inch of him was absolutely perfect. His scars disappeared and I saw the man and beast as they merged into one.
One more thrust, then another, and finally he barreled into me with one long, raspy, “Fuuuck.”
He released into me deeply, without withdrawing. As he was still coming, I whispered, “I love you,” so quietly that I hoped he might not hear.
But he heard. Smiling now, and still inside me, he said, “I’ve always loved you. Always. Even before I knew you, I loved you. And now you’re mine forever.”
Very slowly, he pulled out of me. My heartbeat thrummed between my legs as I reached out for him with my bound hands. His eyes were kinder now, like they’d been when we were at my farm. I was coming to see that there were two distinct sides to him.
There was the kind giant of a man, the one who helped me, who doted on me. But there was also a ferocious, selfish beast who put his own pleasure first—who used my body in every way that brought him satisfaction. Without knowing why or how, I understood it. I felt honored that I got to see both these sides, that he trusted me with all that he was.
He slipped his head between my arms and snuggled me up against him, rolling onto the bed with me on top of him. I straddled his massive hips, keeping the half-hard shaft of his cock against my opening. He kissed me deep and long. But when he pulled back from the kiss, I saw a seriousness in his eyes. Not anger, never that. But something serious all the same. He brushed my hair away from my cheek and nuzzled his nose against mine, looking me in the eye. “Promise me you will always do what I tell you.”
“I do,” I exhaled against the shell of his ear.
“Promise you will listen to me,” he said, holding me close and letting me feel his power, “Promise you will obey me like your fucking survival depends on it.”
Something about his tone made my breath catch in my throat. It sounded like a threat, somehow. And yet, those men had come after me and my father. I was now an orphan, with no one in the world but him.
“I promise to obey you. I promise.”
Chapter 11
Randal
A raging hard-on woke me up, as usual. Every day since I saw her that first time, I’d woken to a thick, pulsing rod of morning wood with Iris’ name on it.
But this time, opening just one eye to make sure it hadn’t all been some drunken dream, I saw that for the first time, reality was better than imagination. She was fucking here, in the bed I’d prepared for us, sleeping right beside me. With a hickey in the shape of my mouth on her throat.
Fuck, she was so beautiful—hair sex-mussed, body tangled in the sheets. She was lying in the bed facing me, her hands drawn together, clutching the sheet to her chest. Raising my head from the pillow, I looked down the length of her body. Every curve was accentuated by the white sheets, every valley beckoning me to come explore it.
My favorite valley of all was right between her legs. She’d made a fucking animal of me and I didn’t even hesitate to draw the sheets slowly away from her body so I could watch her, naked as she slept. She had her knee drawn up slightly towards her body, while the leg nearest the mattress was mostly straight.
Very carefully, I slid my hand down, down, down her thigh and slipped one finger between her pussy lips. She was drenched, fucking soaked, and I groaned hard when I felt her silky sweet juices. I went slowly because I didn’t want to wake her, not right yet, and penetrated her half an inch at a time.
My cock was so hard, I thought I might cum right there, without even grabbing my dick. Like a fucking wet dream—and I’d had a shitload of those in her honor, too. I’d made more sheets crusty with cum than I could count.
I penetrated her as she slept, with my first and middle fingers, gently massaging her cunt walls, like I was telling her to come here, come here. That same motion made her cum more than once last night. Figuring out what she liked and needed made me feel so fucking powerful. That was what this dance was all about.
I would dominate her only so that I could be her everything; I would rule her so that I would know every desire she had before she even knew it herself.
With the pad of my thumb, I touched her clit and she gave a low, sleepy moan. I paused, waiting to see if she’d open her eyes, but she didn’t. Her face didn’t give anything away either. She wasn’t pretending to sleep; there was no suppressed smile, no deep inhale of coming into consciousness. She was still sound asleep, and I was getting her close to orgasm. Fucking sexy as hell.
Her wetness increased and her clit swelled against my thumb. She parted her lips slightly and her breathing quickened. Fuck, I needed to be inside her. Right fucking now.
But just as I was about to get on top of her, she turned her body, and drew up her leg, pinning my hand right between her thighs. She was strong as fuck, much stronger than most women. I tried to rotate my wrist, but she had me pinned in the honeypot. Held hostage by the hottest pussy in the universe.
As soon as I stopped fingering her and massaging her clit, her breathing slowed and she drifted back off to the deep, quiet sleep from which I’d tried to wake her.
She was fucking exhausted, and no wonder. She’d been through hell and back yesterday, and then I rocked her fucking
world hour upon hour until we were both spent and exhausted. Best thing I could do for her now was let her sleep. And that’s what I always wanted for her. The very best.
Though it pained me to do it, I slowly dislodged my hand from between her legs, careful not to move more than I had to. Once I had my hand free, I put my fingers to my nose and inhaled. Honey and seashells. My cock responded instantly.
There was nothing like that smell. Fucking nothing. The aphrodisiac to beat them all, bar fucking none.
Cock throbbing and so hard it hurt, I forced myself out of bed, adjusting my balls as I walked to the wash basin. Every muscle in my body was sore from fucking her. And if I was sore, I thought, glancing at her in the mirror, she must be fucking wrecked. After I splashed water on my face and pulled on a pair of britches, I made my way up to my own quarters, and tugged on a rope that ran up to the ceiling, which rang the bell for my maid.
After barely a minute, I heard a knock at the door. It was my maid, who’d been looking after me in one way or another since I was a kid. Her name was Melinda. I couldn’t have asked for better help. She kept all my secrets, put up with my shit, and wasn’t afraid to tell me I was being a bone-headed asshole when necessary.
“Good morning, my lord,” she said, with a deep curtsy. “Breakfast?”
“Yeah,” I said, keeping my voice low. Iris was one floor below, surrounded by walls of the thickest stone, but I didn’t want to chance her waking without my being there. “But it needs to be seriously special. The works. No trouble spared.”
She looked a little surprised. Without fail, I had a simple breakfast of eggs, fresh bread, and butter. But after a moment’s hesitation, she regained her composure.
“Of course, my lord.”
“And make it for two.”
Now she looked really surprised. Never, not once, had I had a woman in my bed for breakfast. But Melinda was, as always, respectful about everything.
“Of course, sir.”
“And I mean it. The freshest fruit. Tea and coffee. Eggs, bacon,” I said, thinking back to the meals we’d shared at her farm. She loved sweets, I knew that for sure.
“As many jams and marmalades as we’ve got. Berries. Chocolate croissants.” I drew in a sharp breath. “Melinda, don’t let anyone else in the household find out about this. Go to the kitchens yourself, find the food and bring it back here. If anyone asks why you need so much, tell them I’ll be busy making preparations all day and don’t wish to be disturbed for lunch.”
“Yes, sir,” Melinda said, with an embarrassed blush coloring her wrinkled cheeks. “I get the idea. Discretion.”
I didn’t have to tell her to be quick about it, because she always was. So I was surprised that she hesitated before she turned to go.
“Might I just say, my lord. If…you’ll pardon my saying…” Melinda glanced up at me. I gave her a flick of my chin to tell her to go ahead. She smiled. “It does me good to see you so happy.” Then she gave me a quick curtsy and rushed off.
Happy. Happy. It was true. I felt happy and I must look it. It was a strange feeling, but a damned good one. It did me pretty fucking good to feel happy, too.
Melinda’s quick footsteps returned, and she peeked around the corner of the hallway.
“What about flowers, sir?”
“Shit, yes. Definitely flowers,” I said. I knew just the ones. “Make it a bouquet of the irises from my courtyard.” She gave me a sheepish smile and I added, “Thank you, Melinda.”
“I’ll be sure to keep them hidden until I deliver them here.” She nodded on a bow, turned and practically skipped down the stone hall.
When Iris woke up, the full spread was ready for her. There was a silver cart with four trays of food at the end of the bed, and one more tray on the comforter, with the bouquet of irises. There were coconut-rolled dates, fresh apricots with dew still on the outside, eggs, coffee and tea. As soon as she opened her eyes, I held out a bunch of grapes to her and said, “Eat.”
She rolled over, still looking fuck-dazed and satisfied, and smiled up at me with her cheek on the pillow. She did that cute thing with the sheet again, pulling it up to her throat. There was something innocent about it, almost wholesome. That was all the hotter knowing I’d ravaged her into total unwholesomeness the night before. And was about to again.
“Good morning.” I leaned in and kissed the top of her head.
I fed her a few grapes and then got her tea squared away. I made sure she ate well, especially the eggs and milk. When we got to the toast and butter, though, I knew I was in for a couple of questions. Because since the moment I’d first seen her, I’d ensured that every single ounce of butter that was consumed in the castle came from her farm.
She stared at the butter crock, blinking and smiling in surprise.
“This is from Millstone. I made this.”
“The obsession runs deep,” I said, buttering her toast for her, and then feeding it to her, bite by bite. Once she made her way through the toast, I made sure she finished all the fruit I gave her and drank plenty of water. She was going to need all her strength for what I had planned for her next.
Once I was satisfied that she’d had enough to eat, I took the food away and then turned to her across the bedroom. She was still tangled up in the sheets. Way the fuck too much fabric and not nearly enough skin.
“Let me see you. All of you.”
She sensed my change in tone and obeyed without question. Hooking the sheet with her toes, she slid her feet down the bed, until she lay naked in front of me. She looked fucking delicious there. Part of me wanted to take her exactly like she was. But it was time to get back to serious business. The things I wanted to do to her the most were way too filthy to do in a featherbed. To work on her properly, I needed restraints.
I leaned over her, pressing my forehead to hers, caging her in with my arms. We were so close that she had to press her chin into her neck to look me in the eye. With cool fingertips, she traced where my hair met the back of my neck.
“What are you going to do to me?” She asked in a whisper.
I liked that, that she sensed I had something in store. But there was a lesson here and she needed to learn it. I ran my thumb softly over her cheek so that she could feel how I adored her, being sure to comfort her as I corrected her behavior.
“From now on, no more fucking questions. I’m going to do exactly what I want to you. That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. “I understand, Sir.”
I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger to reward her. She arched her back in pleasure, offering me her throat. I kissed her on the spot where I’d left the hickey, thinking all the time: That title. Sir. It bothered me. Generic as fuck. She probably used it for half the assholes that came to buy dairy from her farm. I sucked a deep long pull of her throat and then let her go, as I released her nipple as well.
“I want you to use a word to address me that you use for nobody else.”
“Ummm…” she said, searching my eyes.
“Don’t fucking answer yet,” I told her, scooping her up in my arms, her head over my shoulder and her ass by my chest. With one hand on her left ass cheek, and with my fingers just touching the bud of her anus, I hauled her out of the bedroom and took her into the dungeon, laying her on her back on the fuck table. This time, I secured her thighs and upper arms so that she was spread-eagle and helpless.
Hovering over her, I ran the V of my hand down her slender throat.
“Are you going to be good, or do I need to restrain this, too?”
She looked scared and aroused together, exactly like she needed to be.
“I’m… It’s up to you.”
My growl snuck out of my throat before I could stop it. “What a good fucking answer,” I said. “But I don’t ask you questions for no reason. Tell me.”
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
Still looking her in the eye, I ran my hand down the center line of he
r body, down her throat, her breastbone, her stomach, her pelvis, and to her pussy. Just as I had with her nipple, I rolled her clit between thumb and forefinger. She hissed and tried to buck back, but the restraints were too tight and she couldn’t move. Fucking perfect.
I’d made her come a fuckload of times the night before and I knew she was sensitive. The tip of my cock was raw; I could only imagine what I’d done to the inside of her pussy. But that didn’t fucking matter to me.
“You’re going to want me to stop. I will not stop.”
Her body shuddered and she closed her eyes. She bit her lip as I rolled her clit back and forth, back and forth. I eased up on the pressure just long enough for her to answer. “I understand.”
I knew she’d wanted to ask Won’t stop what? But she’d stopped herself. I leaned back over her again and kissed her deep and long.
When I ended the kiss I told her, “You’re doing so well.”
The fear in her eyes softened and she smiled up at me. “I am?”
“Yes, my sweet,” I said, sliding two fingers inside her again. “You’re perfect, baby.”
A happy little sigh was accompanied by a curl of her toes. “Thank you.”
“But remember,” I said, pulling over a chair that I had beside the table, “I will not stop.”
My praising her had given her the courage I’d intended. “I understand.”
I sat down on the chair backwards, legs wide, throbbing cock comfortable. More or less. The only place it would ever really be comfortable again was inside Iris. But this was alright for the fucking moment. From this position, I had a perfect view of the petal-like pink ripples of her folds and opening. Drizzling out of her I saw not just her wetness but also my own creamy cum from the night before.
Goddamn. Using a big glass dildo from the shelf to my left, I penetrated her. The glass was cold and her body responded to the temperature play with a wave of goosebumps that made her nipples pucker.
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