Chained

by Evangeline Anderson

  His warm, male musk invaded her senses and Maggie couldn’t help herself. She turned toward the hot shaft branding her cheek, eager to have him between her lips. Her implant pulsed strongly but only once, reminding her that she actually did want to do this—that she loved servicing Kor the way he serviced her.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered softly and laid a hot, sucking kiss on the broad head of his shaft.

  He groaned softly and fed another thick inch between her lips. Maggie took it eagerly and leaned forward, searching for more. She knew she couldn’t get all of him in her mouth—he was too damn big and long for that. But she was certainly going to try to get as much as she could.

  Kor groaned again as she swirled her tongue around his warm, salty shaft. He stroked her curls gently and watched, clearly loving the sight of her sucking him.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured in a low, hoarse voice. “That’s right, suck me deep. Make my cock nice and wet so I can get it all the way in your pussy.”

  The thought of finally feeling him inside her, filling her completely, was enough to make Maggie want to reach between her legs. She knew she couldn't feel her own touch but she couldn't help imagining how it would be if she could slip her fingers into her pussy and trace the sensitive bud of her clit as she sucked him.

  God, what’s wrong with you? a little voice in the back of her head moaned. You’re enjoying this way too much! This is just something you have to do to get the implant out. There’s no way you ought to like it so much—no way you should love it when Kor touches you and you touch him.

  But I can’t help it, Maggie told herself. He’s the master and I’m the slave. I have to do what he says—I have no choice.

  Deep down she knew it wasn’t true but she tried to hold that knowledge back from herself. What was happening with Kor was the most intense sexual experience of her life—she didn’t want to spoil it with guilt. Instead, she took him deeper, sucking his thick shaft like the good little slave girl she was, trying to give her beloved master as much pleasure as possible.

  Kor moaned and stroked her cheek but then, suddenly, he pulled away from her.

  Maggie gave him a hurt look. “Kor? I mean, Master? Did I displease you? Didn’t I do it right?”

  “You did it just right, sweetheart,” he assured her. “So right I almost came in your mouth. And you know, that’s not the place I ought to be coming.”

  Maggie felt her heart skip a beat. “I know,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Is it time? Are you going to…going to do it now?”

  “I think you’re ready,” he murmured. “More than ready and so am I. But again, I want to take this slow.”

  “How slow?” Maggie couldn’t keep the impatience from her voice. “I want you, Kor—I can’t wait much longer.”

  Kor frowned at her as he went to sit at the head of the bed. “That’s not something you’re supposed to admit, blondie. You’re just a slave girl, remember?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “Your body isn’t your own,” he continued. “Tonight it’s going to be used by your master for his pleasure and there’s nothing you can do about it. Nothing but spread your sweet thighs wide and submit.”

  Maggie bit her lip. “I know,” she whispered. “And I understand what you’re trying to do and why you’re doing it but Kor—”

  “Master,” he corrected her sternly. “Call me, Master—unless you want another spanking.”

  Maggie’s bottom was still sore from his earlier punishment. She closed her mouth quickly and shook her head.

  “Didn’t think so,” Kor growled. “Good, then—come here.”

  He had finished arranging a pillow behind his back and he was leaning against the headboard, waiting for her.

  Maggie crawled over to him, uncertain of what he would do next. But all Kor did was pat his lap, indicating that she should straddle him. He had taken the trousers all the way off and his hard cock stood up between his thighs, clearly ready for her.

  “C’mere, sweetheart.” His deep voice was gentle as he pulled her to him. “Come close to me. I want to feel you near.”

  Maggie scooted up and gasped as she felt his thick shaft slip between her slippery cunt lips.

  “Oh!” she whispered, looking down between them. His cock wasn’t in her—not yet—but the long shaft was pressed right between her naked pussy lips, sliding against her wet folds and rubbing against her sensitive clit. The broad head was pointed at her, a pearly drop of precum beading at its tip.

  “Look at that,” Kor murmured, thrusting a little so that his shaft slid up and down against her clit. “Love to watch your sweet little cunt slide against my cock. Love to feel you against me, blondie.”

  Maggie liked it too. In fact, it was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen and she could barely take her eyes away. But when she did, she looked up and saw Kor looking at her. Not at the erotic sight taking place between them but just at her—he was gazing at her face as though he was trying to memorize it, as though he wanted to remember her forever.

  “Kor?” she whispered.

  “Master,” he corrected automatically but his deep voice was hoarse. “Call me Master because I’m about to fuck you, Maggie. I’m about to fuck you and it’s not your fault.”

  “This way, though?” Maggie asked softly, indicating their position. “I thought you’d want me on my, um, on my back. Why this?”

  “I want you on top for two reasons,” Kor rumbled. “First because you’re tight and you’ll have better control this way—you can take me in slowly and you won’t get hurt.”

  “And…and second?” Maggie prompted with a little gasp as he slid up and down, pressing against her clit once more.

  “Second I want to look into your eyes every minute I’m in you. I want to see it in your eyes when you come…and when you feel me coming inside you, filling you up. I want to tie you to me, Maggie and never let you go.”

  “Oh, Kor…” She didn’t know what to say. This time he didn’t correct her and tell her to call him ‘Master.’ Instead he cupped her cheek and brought her forward for a long, slow kiss. When he finally let her go he looked into her eyes.

  “Come on, sweetheart—I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.”

  “I…I want you in me too,” Maggie confessed. “I can’t help it, Kor—I want it so much.”

  He shook his head. “I told you, it’s not your fault—it’s the implant.”

  “No,” Maggie protested. “It’s been quiet ever since I, uh, sucked you last night on the ship. It’s not the implant, Kor…” She put a hand to his cheek, loving the feel of his rough stubble scratching against her palm. “I want you,” she said quietly. “I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it and I can’t deny it. So let’s stop pretending—let’s just be honest and say how we feel.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew…” His voice was hoarse but he shook his head, not finishing.

  “Knew what?” Maggie asked gently.

  “Knew how I really feel.” He sighed. “Never mind. We can stop pretending if you want, though I kind of like playing the lecherous master.”

  “It is pretty hot,” Maggie admitted. “I kind of like how you order me around.”

  “How’s this for an order then? Raise up on your knees and spread your pussy for me. I want to watch while my cock slides into your tight little cunt.”

  “God, Kor…” Maggie bit her lip and raised up on her knees as he had commanded.

  “That’s my good little slave girl.” He nodded. “Now reach down and spread your pussy for me. Let me see the slippery pink inside. Show me where I’m going to put my cock.”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered, playing along. Her cheeks were hot but she reached between her thighs willingly. Using her index and middle finger, she parted her pussy lips, putting her open cunt on display for him. “Here it is—see?”

  “Gods…” Kor growled with lust deep in his throat. “That’s fucking hot, sweetheart. I love it when
you’re submissive.”

  “And I love to submit,” Maggie admitted softly. “Please, Master…are you going to, you know, put it in me soon?”

  “As soon as I drink this.” He reached for the small vial of milky fluid on the bedside table and popped off the seal. “You didn’t forget what this was all about, did you?” he asked, clearly seeing the surprised look on Maggie’s face. “You didn’t forget I’m only fucking you to get rid of the implant?”

  Maggie looked down. “Is that…the only reason?”

  “You know it’s not,” he said roughly. Lifting the vial to his lips, he drank the solvent in two long swallows. “It’s just the easiest way to justify it,” he said and put the empty vial on the table. “Come on, blondie—I need to be inside you.”

  Maggie couldn’t deny that she needed him in her as badly as he needed to be there. Putting one hand on his broad shoulder for balance, she began to lower herself down on him.

  “Careful,” Kor said hoarsely as the broad, plum shaped head rubbed against her slick folds and settled at the entrance to her pussy. “Take it slowly, sweetheart. Don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” Maggie protested a little breathlessly but she could already feel his thickness stretching her and the head wasn’t even all the way in yet.

  “No, I won’t because we’re taking it slow,” Kor growled. “Slow.”

  Grasping her hips in both hands, he guided her down, working himself into her slowly and gently, one thick inch at a time.

  Maggie held back a moan as she felt him slipping into her. God, he really was huge. She’d never had anything even half as big inside her and she began to wonder if he was actually going to fit or not.

  “Take it easy, sweetheart,” Kor murmured. “Don’t tense up.”

  Maggie realized that her body had been tightening involuntarily around him. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel her tension.

  “Sorry, it’s just…a lot more than I’m used to.”

  “It’s going to be all right, though,” Kor promised. “You’re wet enough to take me as long as you don’t get scared and tighten up.”

  “I’m…trying not to,” she whispered, but her hands on his broad shoulders were fisted with tension.

  “Maybe if you watched,” Kor murmured. “Lean back a little and look down, Maggie. Look down and watch me sliding into you. Watch my cock filling your pussy.”

  Maggie bit her lip and looked between their legs, just as he had said. A long sigh fell out of her as she took in the erotic sight. Here she was, straddling his lap with her legs spread and his thick shaft buried halfway inside her pussy, stretching her to the limit. She loved the sight of his thickness going into her…loved the feeling of him filling her. But even better was the look on Kor’s face—he was watching her anxiously, trying to gauge her reaction, wanting to know that she was all right.

  That isn’t the expression of a guy just looking to get his rocks off and move on, whispered a little voice in her head. That look says he cares—cares a hell of a lot, Maggie. Maybe more than he should—more than either of you should.

  Maggie knew it was true but she couldn’t think about it now. Just seeing that look on Kor’s face—knowing that he cared so much, that he was being so careful not to hurt her—seemed to ease her inner tension and help her loosen up. As she watched, his long, thick shaft slid deeper into her and then, with one last thrust he was finally all the way in.

  They both groaned as he finally bottomed out inside her and for a long moment, neither of them moved. Maggie closed her eyes for a second, getting used to the feeling, savoring the strange but delicious sensation of being so completely filled and stretched. At last Kor broke the silence.

  “Feels good, sweetheart?” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “You’re okay? Not hurting?”

  “No. In fact…” Maggie moved her hips experimentally, causing just an inch of his thickness to slide out and then press back inside her. “Oh!” she gasped. “In fact it feels…feels good.”

  “Feels fucking amazing,” Kor growled, gripping her hips. “Gods, you’re tight.”

  Maggie did her best to look demure. “Does it please my master?”

  “Hell yes your soft little pussy wrapped around my cock pleases me,” he murmured. “The question is, are you ready to feel me thrusting in you? Think you can be open enough to let me fuck you?”

  “I…” Maggie nodded. “Yes, I think so. As long as you take it slow at first.”

  “Wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart,” he growled. “I want to make this last as long as I can. Never want to let you go.”

  “Oh, Kor…” Maggie put her arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to either.”

  “Then let’s make the most of this,” he murmured. “Hold on, little slave girl. Your master is going to fuck your pussy.”

  “Yes, Master.” Maggie started to move again but Kor’s grip tightened and he held her steady.

  “No, Maggie,” he said sternly. “Not yet—let me make sure you’re taking it okay before you start moving. Right now all I want you to do is hold still for your master’s cock. Just open your pussy and let me fuck you.”

  Maggie felt a fresh wave of lust tingle through her.

  “Yes, Master,” she murmured submissively. “If that’s what you want.”

  “It is.” His hands tightened again. “Now get ready. I’m going to come almost all the way out of you and then go back in. Not hard—not at first—but deep. Very deep in your little cunt.”

  “Yes, Master,” she breathed again. Biting her lip she looked down again and watched as the long, thick shaft of his cock slid slowly out of her. His cock was throbbing and shiny with her honey and so thick she couldn’t believe it fit inside of her. Then he paused, with only the head inside her and looked into her eyes.

  “Get ready, Maggie,” he murmured. “Gonna fuck you now. Going to fill that hot little cunt with my cock until I shoot my cum deep in your pussy.”

  “Yes,” Maggie whispered, her hands tightening to fists on his shoulders. “Yes, Kor—do it.”

  With a low growl he pushed back into her in a long, slow, steady slide. It wasn’t painful but as he had promised it was very, very deep. Maggie moaned as she felt him bottom out inside her again, the broad head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb, pressing hard against her as though demanding entrance.

  “Kor,” she moaned. “Oh, God, yes—please, do it again. Don’t stop!”

  “Not going to, sweetheart. Not going to stop again until we both come,” he growled. And with that, he pulled out again and thrust in even deeper this time. So deep that Maggie felt like he was reaching for her very soul.

  “Kor!” she gasped, digging her nails into his broad shoulder. “Oh, God, please!”

  “Such a polite little girl,” he murmured, beginning to find his rhythm inside her. “Such nice manners the way you beg to be fucked.”

  Maggie couldn’t answer. With each deep plunge of his thick shaft into her pussy, she was being pushed closer to the edge. She never would have believed that she could come again after all the orgasms Kor had given her while he tasted her pussy. But the building pleasure inside her wasn’t to be denied.

  There was something else too—something besides the pleasure. Every time he thrust into her, she felt almost as though a bond was being formed, a cord of communion that was growing between them, pulling them closer together and not just their bodies.

  At the same time, though Kor’s hands were still planted firmly on her hips, she swore she could feel someone tugging on her nipples, twisting them gently, making her pleasure even fiercer, stoking the fire hotter. But that was crazy…impossible, right?

  If it was, then why did she also feel something touching between her legs. Not the place where Kor was thrusting—she felt it against her clit—almost like a hot, knowledgeable tongue licking her, adding to the overwhelming stimulation to make her come.

  The sensations were strange but they added to her pleasu
re so intensely that Maggie couldn’t seem to get upset about them. All she could think about was how good it felt—how right to have Kor buried to the hilt inside her. And all she could feel was how much she cared for him and how connected she felt to him in this instant of fleeting intimacy.

  “Gods, sweetheart, you’re so tight,” Kor said hoarsely. “You feel so good wrapped around me. Just wish I could taste your pussy at the same time.”

  You already are, Maggie almost said but just then she felt her pleasure coming to a peak.

  “Kor,” she gasped. “Oh, God, Kor…coming…going to come so hard.”

  “Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled, tightening his grip on her hips and thrusting even deeper. “Come all over my cock while I fuck you.”

  Maggie couldn’t help herself—though she wanted to prolong this moment and never let it end, she was tilting over the edge. With a soft cry, she wrapped her arms around Kor’s neck and pressed close to him as the orgasm washed over her, dragging her out to a sea of pleasure, almost drowning her in its sweetness.

  “That’s right, come. Let it all go and come,” Kor murmured. “Gods, I can feel you squeezing me. Can’t stand it much more…”

  “Then you come too,” Maggie urged him and in that moment, she wanted nothing more. “Come in me, Kor—fill me up with your seed…with your self. Please, I want you to.”

  Kor groaned and Maggie felt him pull back and thrust into her as hard and as deep as he could. Then he held rock solid—completely still and steady as he began to fill her with his cum.

  She bit back a moan as she felt him spurt inside her. God, she’d never felt this with any other man—had never felt anything like this before ever, for that matter.

  This is right—more than right, perfect! This is where I’m supposed to be, the man I’m supposed to be with.

  The certainty inside her was incontrovertible. Not even the nagging little voice of guilt could drown it out. To Maggie, it felt like coming home.

  In that moment, she felt completely connected to Kor…and also completely in love with him.

  * * * * *

  Kor groaned as he filled her, loving the way her tight little channel was milking his cock. It was almost as though she was trying to get every last drop of his cum inside her and Gods, did it feel good!