by Red Phoenix
Sharing His Pet
Sir Ryan, the Baron of Rannoch, arrived as the sun was just disappearing behind the horizon. He had his large entourage with him, anticipating Ryce would not be a willing participant in this unwelcomed exchange. “Is your pet ready to please her Baron?”
“We are looking forward to tonight’s events,” Ryce replied.
The Baron’s high-pitched laughter filled the night air. “I hope you understand you are only there to observe.”
“I will not interfere, Baron, but I do intend to enhance the experience.”
The Baron looked at his guards with an amused expression. “If he lays a hand on me, be prepared to cut it off.”
There was uncomfortable laughter from his men. The group dismounted and five guards followed them into the cottage. Chrisselle was kneeling on the ground naked, collared and chained, with her head bowed.
“You really do treat her like a pet. How odd, Leon.”
Ryce said nothing as the men lined the walls of the room. He could sense Chrisselle’s tension rise, but he had warned her that she would be watched by the guards. There was no way the Baron would leave Ryce alone with him. Sir Ryan was a fool, but he had no death wish.
“She only follows my commands.”
“How convenient,” the Baron snorted.
“But she follows them impeccably,” Ryce added.
The Baron raised his eyebrow. “Does she now?”
“What is your pleasure?”
Sir Ryan looked at her hungrily. “I would like to see her talents.”
“Pet, undress the Baron and pleasure him with your mouth.”
Chrisselle obediently rocked onto her heels and stood gracefully. Ryce heard the intake of breath from some of the men. Her body had filled out enough to be womanly, but she maintained an innocent appearance.
She walked over to the Baron and slowly began the laborious task of removing his many layers of clothing. It was obvious that the Baron was a lover of fashion, something that Ryce had no patience for.
Naked, the Baron appeared soft and fleshy. More noticeable, however, was the small example of manhood between his legs. No wonder he prefers virgins, Ryce thought. But he saw it as a welcome surprise. Such a minuscule shaft would prove easier for Chrisselle to take.
She gracefully knelt again and grasped the minute cock in her hands and took him into her mouth. The Baron grabbed onto a nearby chair for support as she flicked her tongue up and down his shaft, lightly sucking his balls and teething his cock.
She pulled away and looked up at the Baron. “Don’t stop, girl,” he barked.
She instinctively glanced at Ryce, who nodded. Chrisselle continued her passionate oral pleasures to the grunts and groans of the Baron. At one point, he fisted her short hair and pumped his cock into her mouth.
Ryce tensed, not sure if Chrisselle could handle such rough treatment. To her credit, she took his shaft deeper into her mouth and even moaned for his enjoyment. The Baron instantly pulled out. “No, not yet. I do not want my shaft spent so easily.”
His confession was music to Ryce’s ears. Knowing the Baron was already on the edge would make it easy to orchestrate a quick session.
“Would you like her to escort you to the bed, Baron?”
The man’s cheeks were flushed. It was obvious that the man was struggling to keep his composure. “Aye, that would do.”
Chrisselle stood up and took his hand, moving with cat-like elegance as she led him to the bed. The girl was truly a gem among women.
Ryce followed them to the bed, taking off his shirt in the process. He stood at the head of the bed and asked her to lie down on her back. He took her wrists and pulled them over her head, accentuating her lovely breasts.
“Exquisite,” the Baron said, licking his lips.
“Yes, and she enjoys being played with.”
Sir Ryan took that as his cue and lay down by her side, grabbing her breasts like an overeager boy. His wet lips encased one of her pink nipples and he began sucking and tugging on her nipples. She tilted her head back and looked Ryce in the eyes as he held her wrists above her head. “That’s it, pet. Enjoy the Baron’s lovemaking.” Inside, however, he was growling. The man had no finesse at all.
Tonight was going to be like training two instead of one. To Sir Ryan he stated, “I find that my pet becomes more wet when a tongue is flicked across her nipple.”
The Baron grunted in irritation, but his hand disappeared between her legs to sample her moistness as he changed tactics with his tongue. Chrisselle responded by mewing softly. A sound that Ryce’s shaft instantly responded to. It ached to plunge inside her feminine depths.
“The girl is ready,” Sir Ryan announced as he changed position. His tiny shaft poked out between his legs, pulsing and rigid. Ryce couldn’t believe he was moving so quickly and had misgivings.
The Baron spread Chrisselle’s legs apart to examine her mound critically. “Definitely used and abused goods.”
Ryce felt Chrisselle tense in shame. He responded with a smooth, commanding voice. “What you have before you is the beauty of womanhood, Baron of Rannoch. I doubt you have seen any more lovely than my pet. Pink, swollen, inviting petals that call a man’s cock to partake of her heaven.”
He noticed that the Baron’s shaft pulsed as he reexamined Chrisselle and a drop of precome oozed from the tip of his cock. The man spread her legs wider, preparing to thrust, but Ryce place his hand over Chrisselle’s mound, blocking it from the assault.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Sir Ryan demanded.
The tension of all the guards permeated the room.
Ryce continued to keep his calm demeanor. “Enter my pet slowly, Baron. Appreciate the tightness of her tunnel, the moistness of her excitement for you. To plow right in is to miss the invitation of her lust.”
Sir Ryan shook his head. “You speak flowery words, Leon.”
“I speak the truth. Smell her, are you not affected by her moist odor?” Ryce removed his hand.
The Baron leaned forward and took a whiff. “Aye, it does excite. But I need no more prodding. I am about to explode,” he complained.
“Have your way with her then… slowly. You will find she is as tight as any virgin.” Ryce ran his hands up her arms seductively and secured Chrisselle’s wrists in his hands again. “I would like to hold her down while I watch you partake of her.”
“You English are a sick lot,” he chuckled.
He positioned his small cock against her wet hole and, taking Ryce’s advice, slowly disappeared into her pussy. It was not pleasant to watch, but Ryce kept his face relaxed. He noticed that Chrisselle was observing him intently, wanting to know if she was pleasing her Master or not.
He smiled down at her, leaning over to give her a fiery kiss. ‘Isn’t it agreeable, pet, to feel the passion of two men?”
The Baron’s face was already red and sweating. It was obvious he was struggling not to climax too soon. Ryce chuckled to himself, knowing exactly what needed to be done.
“Arch your back, pet. Give the Baron all of you.”
She did so without hesitation. Sir Ryan groaned, the feel of it too much for his cock to take, and he immediately pumped his seed into her, grunting like an animal. He pulled out afterwards, looking a bit chagrined.
“I told you she was like no other,” Ryce said, smiling. He stared at the now miniature shaft between the Baron’s legs. The man looked down, then got off the bed and hurriedly dressed in his undergarments.
Ryce said casually, “I can tell you have excited my pet to an unusual level.”
The Baron looked up, seemingly surprised and intrigued. Ryce wondered how many girls he had ruined with his sexless pounding. Ryce felt it his duty to show the blaggard ways of pleasuring a woman.
“Would you mind if I stoke the fires further?”
Sir Ryan instantly warned him, “You are not allowed to take her.”
Ryce understood his tactics. He wanted to ensure his pathetic seed wou
ld have a chance to impregnate Chrisselle. “Of course, Baron. However, my pet needs attending to after your lively session.” It was laughable, but the Baron bought it.
“You have my permission.”
Ryce lowered himself onto the bed and kissed his pet as his hand traveled down between her legs. He slipped his middle finger into her and swirled around Chrisselle’s wet walls while he sucked on her erect nipples. He pulled his finger out and discreetly wiped the Baron’s viscous fluid onto the blanket before diving back into her responsive depths repeatedly. Chrisselle did not suspect his true intentions and lifted her hips in eager acceptance of his touch each time he reentered her with his fingers. It helped bring validity to his deception as Sir Ryan watched in rapt attention.
When he felt the hated seed was out, he began concentrating on bringing her to climax. “Open your legs, pet. Let the Baron see the fruits of his labor.”
She spread her legs wide open, baring her sex for all to see. Ryce turned her head towards him and kissed her deeply as he stroked her to climax. Her body arched and she moaned in his mouth as she came for him. Ryce groaned in response, wanting her to know his pleasure.
He did not pull away until the last of her contractions ended. Then he looked to the Baron. “I told you she was provoked by your attention.”
Sir Ryan puffed out his chest. “I find they are all gluttonous whores for powerful men.”
Ryce shook his head. “I know my pet. I think it had to do more with the way you handled her tonight.” He hoped by praising the Baron’s more gentle way of taking her, he might change the man’s tactics in the future to pleasuring women instead of scarring them.
Sir Ryan ate up the commendation. “You may have trouble with her now, knowing she is thinking of me when you bed her.”
It was a struggle not to laugh in his face. “I am sure that was part of your intent.”
“It is an unfortunate effect,” he sniffed conceitedly. “Have your pet dress me now.”
Ryce looked at Chrisselle tenderly. “Do as the Baron wishes.”
She got up from the bed and sensually redressed the Baron. Ryce could tell she was doing it for his own benefit—her attempt to entice her Master even as she attended to another. I will be taking you, pet, he thought as he watched her graceful movements.
Thankfully, the Baron left shortly after, looking drained from his long day of hunting and recent orgasm. Before he left, however, he announced. “My priest will be over at first light to marry you. No more hiding, Ryce Leon. Oh, and the collar must go. I do not want rumors to spread about you.”
Chrisselle instinctively clasped her collar in defense, but remained respectfully silent.
“As you wish,” Ryce answered.
“That’s a good man. I will expect adequate compensation for the favor I have bestowed on you.” He whipped his horse around and galloped off with his fifteen men and countless deer carcasses in tow.
Ryce could not hide his contempt, and snorted in anger. The man was a stain upon his own people. Unworthy of being in charge. He returned to the cottage and called Chrisselle to him. “My beauty, I am well pleased.” She smiled at him, a look of pure adoration. It warmed his heart to know he had succeeded in keeping her safe and intact. However, there was still one more thing he needed to do before the night was over.
“I will set the water over the fire. You will cleanse yourself before I receive you as my wife. I do not see the necessity of waiting until the morning.”
The look of love she gave him was disarming. The girl really did have an uncommon pull on his heart—one he had not allowed himself to experience in a long, long time. It was both invigorating and alarming. With great love came great loss. It was inevitable.
He sat back and watched her bathe, enjoying the look of her smooth skin, the pertness of her young breasts, the delicate curve of her long neck. It was markedly different from the first time she had bathed in the washtub, clutching her chest with her crazy hair poking every which way. It astounded him how much had changed between them, despite his best efforts to keep her at bay, and now he was getting married to her.
Life never ceased to amaze him, even after many lifespans.
He dried her off when she was done and carried her to the bed, laying Chrisselle down gently. “Now it is my turn to claim my wife. No other man will touch you after this. I will not allow it.”
She beamed.
“To mark this new beginning, there is something I must do.” He opened her legs, putting the soles of her feet together so that she was spread wide. He did not explain as he dipped his hands in the tepid bath water and lathered his hands. He returned to her and covered her mound with the suds, then he retrieved his knife and began the delicate work of shaving her. It took an exorbitant amount of time, but he was in no hurry. The ritual was necessary.
Chrisselle gasped as the blade scraped across her sensitive skin, but she did not twitch. When he was finished, he rinsed her off and dried her bare mound. He touched it reverently. “Tonight marks our beginning as husband and wife. What happened in the past is no longer. This is about me taking you as my virginal bride… whole and untouched.”
She blinked away the tears in her eyes as she nodded in understanding. He lay down beside her and traced her feminine curves with his fingers. He truly saw her as his untouched bride, caressing her skin with sensual wonderment. It was soft, smooth and virginal in its white color. The rosy pink of her nipples spoke to her innocence, and her naked womanhood of her youth.
“You are beautiful, Chrisselle, my pet,” he whispered.
She looked at him with renewed devotion. The power of her given name was something Ryce understood well. She would forever remain his pet, but as wife she would become so much more.
He lightly grazed her pink lips and watched her shudder from the ticklish feel of it. “Kiss me, wife.”
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against him as she complied with his command. Her kiss was tentative and tender. He pressed her closer and she responded by darting her tongue in his mouth. He growled under his breath, wanting to encourage her lustful nature. He was taking a virgin, yes, but he desired a responsive and passionate woman.
“Everything about you is perfect,” he murmured, as he played with her red locks. “Your hair is like the sun, and your eyes… a place I long to get lost into.” He kissed each eyelid.
Ryce lightly touched her erect nipples, teasing them. “Their roseate color invites the attention of my tongue.” He leaned over and gently bit her left nipple before sucking on it and he was rewarded with her gasp.
It was an invitation to feel between her legs. Of course, she was moist with need. Ryce kissed her flat stomach, caressing her thighs, building up the anticipation of his tongue on her bare mound. He commented, “You are filling out to be a curvaceous woman.” He trailed his hands over her hips. “I can’t help but want to take you every time you bend over. That shapely ass calls to my cock. I find laundry day especially tempting.”
She giggled. “I never knew, Master.”
“I am a man of discipline,” he growled into her ear.
Ryce gazed at her mound, admiring its naked look. “My pet, your womanhood is pure perfection in taste and appearance.” He settled down between her legs. Her mound was the color of a blushing rose glistening with dew. Ryce took a long lick of it. She responded by mewing, which caused his cock to stiffen further. Her lips were swollen with her lust, beckoning him to partake of her depths.
He concentrated on her erect nodule, pulling back the hood to lavish his attention on it. She bucked her hips at the intensity of the stimulation, so he held her down and whispered, “Relax.”
Chrisselle lay back on the bed, and he felt the tension of her muscles ease. She was such an obedient pet. He flicked his tongue against her smooth pearl, noting the jolts of sensation he incited by her uncontrolled twitching. It was entertaining, but his desire for her was causing an uncomfortable ache in his groin.
He crawled
up between her legs and kissed her lips as the head of his cock pressed against her wet opening. “Time to accept me as your husband.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “It is my honor.”
Ryce pushed into her hot sex slowly, as if he was taking her as his virginal bride. This was not about using her for his pleasure, this was a connection of souls, a physical representation of their commitment. “You are fully pleasing to me, wife,” he said as he pushed into her depths. She was tight and moist, encompassing the entire length of his shaft.
Her breath was quick, her arousal easy to discern, but it was love that shone in her eyes.
Ryce began stroking her firm walls with his cock. “You are mine.”
The two moved as one as they made love to one another. It was tender, emotional, and hot as Hades. Ryce looked into her moss-colored eyes as he allowed himself to come inside her after decades of denying himself the pleasure. His balls contracted as the powerful release of his seed burst forth.
Chrisselle cried out as if she could feel the heat of it.
His cock pumped load after load deep inside his bride, overwhelming what remained of the Baron’s seed. Ryce’s entire body shuddered from the monumental release, from his shoulders down to his toes. He groaned loudly from the strength of it. Afterwards, he slowly pulled out and collapsed on her.
It took him a moment to realize she was crying. He brushed away the tears with his thumb. “What is wrong, pet?”
“Master… husband, you are inside me.” She ran her hands over her pelvis lovingly as if she could feel his seed within her.
“Yes, my pet,” he said, kissing her on the lips. “Consider yourself claimed.”
She smiled. “I am yours forever, Master.”
“Aye.”
He lay beside her and stared up at the roof of his cottage. He’d broken his cardinal rule not to release his seed inside a woman, but tonight had been a unique circumstance. Ryce could not allow that piss of a man to father a child, even if that meant the unwelcomed chance of fathering one of his own.
Ryce stared into her radiant eyes. “I love you for more than your beautiful face, pleasing body, and obedient heart.” He lightly caressed the side of her face. “Your strong spirit astounds me. Having been through so much in your young life, you still possess a positive temperament and have not let the wrongs of the past define you.”