by Shirl Anders
“Please! Please! Buddha help me, don’t do this to me,” she cried as she wriggled wantonly over his hand, spreading her knees, supplicating to him with the rise and erotic undulation of her buttocks. “Oh! I will do anything.”
“Swear, Rosebud, swear,” he snarled the command as he relentlessly tweaked her passion again with a pluck of his fingertips nipping at the thrust of her clitoris.
“Oh!” she mewled convulsively with her entire voluptuous body shuddering. “Please! I swear! I swear.” she squealed.
“Then raise up on your knees,” he commanded roughly.
Chloe knew the act was shameful somewhere in her passion raped mind, however she could not care! She quickly crawled up onto her knees grasping the bed post as an anchor because of her wrists bound to its width. All she understood was that she would surely die if her captor, Lord Ravenscar left her unrequited again on the brink of a climax! It was torture of the cruelest measure and she knew that he would do it over and over again if she did not yield. Buddha save her worthless soul, she had always been too weak.
“You are going to do exactly everything I command of you,” Ravenscar uttered as he relentlessly toyed with her sex. Keeping her agonizingly and painfully on the edge of a wrenching orgasm. “Or I will do this to you again and again. Until you go mad. Now tell me!”
“Yes, Ravens-scar,” she sobbed on a choked cry while anguished and passion-racked tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. “A-Anything you demand. Anything!”
“Excellent,” he rasped. “And now for your reward. Turn over, Rosebud.”
Chloe felt Ravenscar rising up behind her as his hand left her loins and she convulsed with torturous need. Then his roughly-scarred hands were there urging her onto her back. She was so shaken that she wobbled until he laid her stretched out on her back with her arms crossed over each other still tied to the bedpost. But she kept her eyes clenched tight against seeing him . . . seeing herself enslaved by him. And because she had her eyes closed, she did not know where he was positioned until she felt his long hair brushing her inner thighs making her jerk in reaction.
“Lift your legs to me,” he murmured roughly. “Up, over my shoulders.”
Sacred Buddha, how could she? How could she be so debase? Yet she did, lifting her legs beneath his complete domination with her body shaking in perverse anticipation. This was her reward, he would love her more intimately than any man ever had.
His tongue touched her sex! “Oh!” she cried.
“Yes, Rosebud,” he hissed. “You taste purely of heaven for such a treacherous bitch.”
Ravenscar lapped his tongue deep into the folds of her loins as she squirmed senselessly over his shoulders, but his strong hands held her outer thighs to his command. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the budding deep in her sex, making her squeal. And then he used the flat of his tongue licking deeper again, making her whimper until she was screaming his name as he flicked his tongue on her harder. The first climax followed the second simultaneously and the third came relentlessly some minutes later. In the shuddering convulsion of the third climax she lost her breath and everything went black.
Harrison gently eased Lia back down onto the mattress. God, he was shaking and he did not know if it was because he was so tightly aroused or if it was just the incredible taste and feel of Lia still lingering on him. The arousal he ignored, it was nothing new in the last two years of celibacy. More piquant . . . definitely that, he thought, as he untied Lia’s wrists from the bedpost and he laid her more comfortably on the bed. The other he passed off to exhaustion, which he was, he thought tiredly. He might even be able to sleep this evening for a few hours. To that end he considered masturbating to relieve his sexual tension, yet then decided against it once he had undressed and curled his larger body around Lia. This could just be enough.
Yes, the contact was very soothing and warm and he was extremely pleased with his progress that night. He still expected many surprises from Lia, nevertheless essentially he had command of her. He suppressed a yawn unable to stop reflecting how exciting Lia was during her climaxes. Intoxicating, ardent, and somehow precious. In one thrilling moment she had lifted herself up to him in complete abandon crying “my one” passionately, which was a purely Asian phrasing. Could she truthfully feint an endearment in the midst of a wild and thoroughly abandon climax?
Surely, Harrison thought drowsily, how else had she managed to capture Bonaparte’s interests so completely.
Chapter Four
Chloe knew he was there, she could feel every inch of his hard naked body as she came awake. Ravenscar. And he was aroused! His impossibly long male penis was nudged between the crevice of her behind from where he lay with his chest against her back and his arms wrapped tight around her. This left her cheek resting on the tightly swelled muscle of his shoulder as she listened to him lightly snoring.
At least he was asleep, she thought raggedly, because it would begin again soon . . . too soon. And now irrevocably she knew that she was his . . . his completely! She understood no matter how much she could pray otherwise that Ravenscar was stronger than her own determination and will. It was because his need for revenge was blindly driving him. He would never listen to the fact that she was not Lia. He would never believe that she had a son. A baby that she was so painfully terrified for. What had Lia done to Sebastian? And now that she’d not come back, had not delivered the package, what would Lia do to him?
She was so helpless here, Chloe thought, crying silently. And she was lying next to a powerful man. A man powerful enough to stop Lia and bring Sebastian back to her. Yet he would never believe her.
“What sneaking dramas are you concocting now, Lia?” Ravenscar asked with a husky rasp from behind her.
“I-I do not care if you believe me,” Chloe cried miserably. “But I have a baby. And he is in danger.”
Ravenscar abruptly turned her onto her back and leaned over her. “You have a child? What nonsense is this?”
Chloe gazed up at him willing him impossibly to believe her. “Even if I a-am, Lia. I could have a baby,” she whispered, and then she pushed the bed linen aside so he could clearly see her breasts. “How else could I be leaking milk, if I did not have a baby?”
Ravenscar’s aristocratically-chiseled features frowned down at her, and he slowly brought one lean finger forward to touch the droplet of milk clinging to her pink nipple. Chloe trembled uncontrollably at his touch and the droplet fell free running over the rounded slope of her bare breast. Ravenscar dipped his head with his dark irises pinning hers as he lapped the droplet of mothers’ milk with his tongue, leisurely following the path up over the curve of her breast. Chloe held back her moan with every ounce of her will, wondering desperately how he could make her feel such exquisite pleasure when she should despise him.
“It seems it could be possible that you do have a child,” he murmured, intently gazing at her with banked lust and calculation in his inky-black eyes.
“I do,” she whispered fiercely. She would not try to convince him that she was not Lia, but this!
“Even still, I do not know what it could matter to me,” he rasped. “You are still my whore until I release you.”
Chloe’s heart sank, yet she was desperate and a helpless idea formed in her mind. “I would do anything. Anything for you,” she responded ferociously “If you would just get my baby back for me. He is in danger!”
Ravenscar jerked away from her and she quickly rose after him grasping at the sinewy mounds of his muscular upper arms, trying to hold him. He instantly stilled beneath her touch and hissed. “I already have you.”
“But it is not the same!” she cried, desperate. “You know that I would always try to fight you. Or-or try to escape from you, but if you got Sebastian back for me,” she paused on a hurried breath, thinking hard. “If you held my baby against me, then I truly would be your complete s-slave.”
Ravenscar’s head dipped forward as if in deep thought making the ends of his lightly
silver-streaked black hair balance and pool on the sharp ridge of his collarbone. Chloe held onto the taut muscles of his upper arms, trembling herself with desperate need. She prayed fiercely to the serene all-knowing Buddha that Ravenscar would get Sebastian back for her. Knowing as she did that she would do anything, be anything for him if he did.
“Show me,” he uttered finally, lifting his gaze to hers as she looked at him in confusion. “Suck my cock and show me how willing you will be.”
Chloe abruptly dropped her hands from Ravenscar’s hard biceps and scooted back away from him completely startled. She rested her hands on the mattress at her sides and nervously looked at him. She had never done such a thing before a-and Ravenscar would expect her to be some kind of expert! Like Lia most definitely would be. Yet what choice did she have?
“Y-Yes . . . my lord,” she answered faintly, hoping the “my lord,” would please Ravenscar in sounding subservient. He did lift his full upper lip slightly. But it could just be a sneer. Then she prudently thought to add. “If you will only guide me in the way you, um, prefer . . . my lord.” There had to be different ways, didn’t there?
“Cease playing these games with me, Lia,” he growled. “I thought you wanted your baby back?”
“I do!” she exclaimed quickly. “I only wish to please you,” she finished in a desperate whisper.
“Then simply take my cock into your pretty pink mouth, and cease using those soulful brown eyes on me, Rosebud,” he rasped as he came up on his knees before her.
Chloe gazed at Ravenscar’s jutting and thoroughly male penis. It was so long! So much longer than the only other example she’d ever witnessed. Just that once. And now Ravenscar wanted her to take the iron beast into her mouth. It was not offensive looking but rather imposing and somehow mesmerizing. A strong appendage, and the ruddy pink-colored skin looked soft even though the column beneath was rigid, while the helmeted head looked shiny smooth. Strangely her nipples rucked tightly into tiny pink spokes as she bent over bracing her hands on the bed and she crawled forward before him.
“This is just the beginning, my little traitor,” Ravenscar uttered. He dug his fingers into the back of her hair and she leaned forward on her hands and knees with the pressure from his hands coercing her mouth toward the helmeted head of his penis. When her mouth slowly closed around the warm crowned-head, she heard Ravenscar groan as she tasted his male essence on her tongue.
Christ, it had been so long. Harrison felt Lia’s wet sultry mouth close around the broad head of his prick and he burned, it felt so good. “Take more,” he commanded, pulling Lia’s head forward and holding it when she might back away. “Jesus,” he hissed when he felt the liquid cavern of Lia’s mouth slide down over the hard length of him. However then his captive remained strangely still, yet he could not wonder at this because his baser instincts took over and he rocked his hips. God! He pushed Lia’s head with his hands holding her hair like a lead at the same time he humped his hips until she was giving him the rhythm he desired.
“Suck on it, Rosebud,” he rasped harshly. “Suck my cock deep and hard.”
Christ! When Lia suckled her lips around his cock she suddenly became the expert he knew she had to be. No more innocent games now as she suckled and he thrust. In fact she was good. So deliciously good. Taking more of his rigid length than he thought possible with her greedy hot mouth as he watched her buttocks gyrate beneath each of his forward thrusts until his balls grew tight and he knew he was going to come. It was then he held Lia’s head tighter. He would never allow her to back away from this moment.
“Uh, God!”
Chloe felt the hot cream burst into her mouth and she swallowed instinctively around Ravenscar’s big throbbing organ stretching her lips. She thought somewhere in the back of her mind that she should be appalled. But she wasn’t! Crazily she was excited and she could not stop thinking about the way Ravenscar had put his mouth to her sex the night before.
He was shuddering when she pulled her mouth from around his penis and looked up at his harrowed cheeks and his glazed black eyes. But just as quick as she could blink her eyelashes, his gaze turned feral. “I want to watch you masturbate,” he said thickly.
She gasped in shock and maybe . . . maybe some excitement. She could not deny that there were times when she touched herself at night beneath the bed covers. But to have a man watch her do this! To have Ravenscar watch her. She was horribly embarrassed and confused in her feelings only she had gone so far already. She had gone so low or to such new heights she could not comprehend. Yet he allowed her no hesitations nor will of her own as he pressured her onto her back, and then he stretched on his side at an angle to her. “Bend your legs to me, Rosebud, and splay your thighs.”
He would see everything. Everything! Chloe did as Ravenscar commanded with her eyes closed and her body trembling.
“Your cunt is ripe . . . and wet,” Ravenscar whispered sinuously.
She moaned helpless in anguish and a strange compelling excitement. Then Ravenscar’s hands were on her thighs pulling her across the mattress until her naked buttocks hit his chest. OhBuddaha. He lifted one of her calves up over the bunched muscles of his shoulder.
“Put your fingers in your pussy, Rosebud.”
“Ravenscar, p-please,” she pleaded.
“You want your child,” he hissed in accusation. “Prove it to me,” he finished with a whispered snarl.
He owned her, Chloe thought desperately, as graphic visions of all the ways he might use her skittered through her mind. And there was nothing she could do to stop him. There was no way to say no. And the most terrible feeling was that she was not sure that she wanted to. She had never felt so sexually charged as when he commanded her. She had never known that she could be a sexual creature.
Arching to reach, she dipped her fingers into her sex finding the place of her secret pleasure. Feeling her own moisture and heat on her fingertips. Touching the tender folds of flesh, then finding the elusive bead, which she began to slowly rub. She whimpered in need when Ravenscar kissed her inner thigh and kneaded her buttocks with his big hands, pulling them open and closed with each massage. Compelled beyond need into hot passion she moved her fingers faster in the tissues of her sex chasing the bead that was growing bigger and tighter.
“I own you,” he murmured, splitting her buttock cheeks and digging his fingers into her flesh.
“Yes,” she mewled, senseless, jerking her hips higher at each spike of pleasure her fingers rubbed over her.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and she did, seeing the dark passion in his black irises. His gaze lowered to watch her touching herself.
“Oh, Ravenscar,” she panted, circling her fingers harder, spreading herself open more to him with arching hips, while his hands cupped and lifted her behind.
“You like this,” he accused huskily.
“Yes. Yes,” she cried, mindless, and then she cried out in surprise when one of his fingers entered her with a hard thrust and she screamed in pleasure.
Harrison fucked Lia with two of his fingers as he watched the ivory moons of her pink-nippled breasts jostle with each hard thrust of his finger. This was primeval, pagan . . . lustful, and it ate him up with heat he’d never felt before. To watch Lia’s glistening pink cunt and her delicate fingertips savaging it with erotic motions. He bit her innermost thigh and she screamed in throaty pleasure. He rumbled in response, an answer to her aroused call, and he watched her shudder as her orgasm capsized.
He came up over her swiftly then, nearly against his will or control as he embedded his cock deep inside her with one hard thrust.
“Oh God, Ravenscar,” she yelped grasping his burgeoning biceps with her fingernails.
“Ah Christ,” he hissed, feeling the contracting wall of Lia’s vagina grip his length with torrid friction. She was so small, so tight around him, it felt like a fisted glove of liquid cream. And he could feel the ripples of her climax . . . or a new one coming on.
He swung
his hips fast, slapping her cunt harder and harder each time as she wound her calves into the arch of his back and scratched her nails down his sweating biceps. Christ, she was so lovely and receptive to him. A sensual creature with no barriers or control over the pleasure he reaped over her.
“Oh, Ravenscar! Oh, Ravenscar. Please.”
“Yes, Rosebud,” he hissed, out of breath as he took her higher, reaching between their bodies to stroke her clitoris while he rode her higher up on the mattress. Pounding their bodies together now with an incredible rhythm of sweating thighs.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Raven!”
“Oh God, Rosebud,” he groaned hard, coming in a rush of pleasure so strong it shook him as he strained his cock deep inside of Lia and he convulsively spilled his seed.
Moments . . . hours . . . years later, he found himself kissing Lia’s ripe strawberry lips. He was feasting on them like a pagan. And he was shocked! Damnation, what was he doing kissing her? Why was she wrapped around him like lovers butter, and why was he engaged in the caring affection of a kiss? Had he lost his mind? It appeared so.
Harrison violently wrenched away from soft berry lips, and he rasped, “Bitch!”
“Ravensc . . .?”
He pushed Lia aside and got up off the bed, a place of lust and regrets in twisted sheets. “You will never fool me,” he rasped, glaring down at Lia’s exquisite nude body flushed in the aftermath of passion . . . No, his mind reeled, it was just lust. Just a bitch’s lust! “You are merely a slut. My slut!”
Pain and deep mortification stared horrified at him through her maple-sugar eyes, and clung to him like a foul odor as he swiveled away from her cunning deceptions, grabbing his pants as he headed toward the door.
“Ravenscar, wait, please,” she pleaded behind him.
“No,” he rasped, grabbing the doorknob with a jerk. “You will remain locked in here until I have need of your mouth again.”