by Jaide Fox
Her tormented pussy quivered with the first spasms of relief. She tried to contain the shameful sounds coming from her throat, but she was so feverish she was barely conscious.
Lightning seemed to electrify her insides, sizzling through her nerves until she felt burned alive from the inside out. Dizzying sensation snagged her, making her feel lightheaded with relief. She felt tears sting her eyes and a tightness in her chest as she forgot to breathe.
Her heart hammered painfully, and she tensed, recognized she’d reached the zenith of tightness and she was falling into the most wonderful pain/pleasure she’d ever experienced in her life. She could think of nothing but milking his cock and extending her climax until every aching, needy muscle in her body released and embraced the bone melting orgasm that zinged through her.
His cock bucked inside her, spewing his release as he came within her channel.
Maura reveled in the glorying relief, feeling as though she would blackout.
When he’d finally finished coming inside her, he moved from between her legs, and she felt him slowly remove the silken rope that had bound her breasts and waist so tightly she’d only been able to breathe shallowly. The moment she was freed from that obstruction, she inhaled deeply.
She heard the squeak of the pulley being released. She swayed in the swing as she was lowered, and when her feet touched the floor, she found she had no strength to support her upright. Her knees quivered, and her thighs felt like jelly. When her arms finally came down, she realized her shoulders and back ached from being held in an awkward position for so long.
He caught her in his arms before she could collapse to the floor and dropped her in the bed. Slowly, he untied her wrists and when she was free, she pulled the silk scarf from covering her eyes and looked at her master and tormentor.
His black hair was pushed back from his face, but his intense eyes watched her with satisfaction. “Are you ready to obey me in all things?” he asked.
Anger rose within her, defiance. As much as she’d finally enjoyed herself, she did not relish being bent to another person’s will. She frowned and drew the sheets up over her chest.
“I see you still want to defy me. So be it. You may rest for a while before we begin again,” he said, leaving her alone in the bedroom to enter another part of his suite.
Chapter Three
Maura had no idea how long her reprieve would last until he recovered enough to discipline her again. Despite knowing that testing him was only to her detriment, she could not resist her basic impulses to obey the will of her own mind. She’d never had to beg for relief and never had to call another being master.
Perhaps it was that free-thinking that had landed her in this situation to start with. She had the feeling he was enjoying her resistance, and that he wanted to break her spirit until he completely dominated her.
Maura lay in the bed for a while, listening to him move through the suite. She wondered what a gladiator did when they were not fighting, but not enough to go and seek him out. Instead, after her legs no longer felt like jelly, she sat up in the bed and swung her legs over the edge, seeking to find the bathroom.
It was on the opposite end from him, directly connecting to the bedroom. The swing and pulley system hung in the corner of the bedroom, and she avoided brushing against the torture contraption as she went to relieve herself.
Her sex felt painfully tender and swollen. Her poor vagina had never suffered such misuse. She’d always experienced tender love-making that lasted no longer than half an hour or so, not something that turned into hours.
Listening at the door for his approach, she felt fairly safe going to the shower to clean herself up. Turning the knobs and stepping inside the glass enclosure, she felt instantly better to have the warm water cascading over her skin, washing away the grime of travel and sex.
Almost as soon as she’d gotten inside, however, Raker was there, invading her space with his huge body. Alarm rose in her at once.
He frowned down at her. “I didn’t give you permission to bathe, slave,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
She winced inwardly as he trapped her against the shower wall with a hand on either side of her head. She licked her lips, swallowing. “I didn’t know I had to ask permission to bathe and use the bathroom.”
“You must seek my permission in everything, until you’ve been suitably trained and I can trust you’ll perform to my liking.
Maura tried to reach for the soap to wash her hair, but he grabbed her wrist, halting her. “You must ask permission, or you will be punished.”
She fought the rising tide of panic and defiance that threatened to overwhelm her. The reality of why the ShadeShifters had trouble finding mates hit her full on. If they demanded complete obedience and submission of their women, she knew in this modern age that finding a willing ‘victim’ would be nearly impossible, no matter how attractive their race might be.
“I think I should punish you anyway,” he near growled, spinning her around and pressing her against the now warm tiles. Hot water coursed over her skin, keeping her from shuddering at his dominance.
He stroked her back, moving down the curve of her waist to her buttocks. Once there, he smacked her bottom. Hard. The move might not have stung so badly had she not been wet. The slap of his hand on her wet bottom sounded loud in the shower. She felt her flesh reverberate from his hand, and then he slapped the other side.
Maura bit her lip, accepting her punishment, feeling that anger rise within her again. She didn’t see that she’d done anything to deserve a spanking. She wasn’t a child!
He pressed a hand to the back of her neck, pinning her into place while with his free hand, he continued punishing her bare ass. Blood rose to the surface, heightening sensation as he continued doling out licks until she thought if she felt the sting of his hand one more time, she would turn around and chew his arm off.
As if he’d had enough, he stopped and cupped her buttocks, smoothing soothing circles around the stricken flesh. For some reason, it felt good. She stiffened when he slipped down her crack to the crevice from behind.
“Still resisting, I see,” he said, and pushed a finger into her ass.
She jumped and tried to push back, but he held her neck firmly, brooking no resistance.
“Have you been taken here? Or is it virgin territory?” Raker asked, his face close to her ear, his breath hot.
“No one’s been there and no one will!” she shouted, jerking as he pulled his thumb out and rubbed the puckered bud.
“That’s good. I think we have our next lesson,” he said in a rumbling tone, making her shiver.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her out from the wall, rubbing himself against her backside. She could feel his cock slip against her cleft from behind, first against her vagina, and then her anus. She tensed, thinking he would just take it right then and there with no preamble. Instead, with his hands wrapped around the front of her hips, he stroked her sore clit. The abused little nub instantly aroused at the attention, swelling beneath his rough fingers.
She cursed the betrayal of her body, trying to remain aloof to him.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he said, and she obeyed him, hoping if she caved a little, it wouldn’t be so bad this time.
He pinched her poor clit, plumping it between his fingers and rolling them.
She felt the juices flood her vagina as it clenched on a spasm of pleasure. His fingers toyed in her nether lips, playing with her cream and smoothing it from her cunt to her ass but always going back to her clit.
“I see you like some of what I do to you,” he murmured in her ear, grinding his cock into the cleft of her ass.
“I don’t. I don’t like any of it. If I could leave, I would,” she gritted out and gasped as he pinched her clit with punishing pressure. She was so focused on the move she didn’t realize the slip and slide of his cock had suddenly become pressure, pushing insistently against her as
s.
“Please don’t,” she begged, tensing up.
“You must relax or it will hurt,” he promised, pushing unerringly past the tender, unused edges of her hole. The slow, measured thrust had her arching against the bite of fire.
Maura couldn’t help herself. She went rigid all over. Her ass clenched, trying to refuse his entry. She felt a change in his cock, felt the breadth of the mushroomed head shrink, slimming nearly to the size his thumb had felt.
A gasp tore from her throat when he pushed fully inside and did not rip her asunder. His fingers continued their exploration of her cunt, teasing and toying with her as he sank inside her clenching ass.
He stayed still for several moments, allowing her to adjust to his size before he began grinding his groin against her. She jerked, feeling something quiver in her belly, feeling a tension grow reluctantly within her.
Raker bit the back of her neck, sucking her flesh hard, his breath ragged and loud in her ear as he fucked her ass and rubbed her clit until she thought he would rub it off her body. The thickness inside her seemed to grow, slowly stretching her and filling her up, almost but not quite to the point of pain. A lance of pleasurable pain made her tighten against his erection as he slid to the hilt inside her.
Maura gasped for breath, trying to adjust to his thick cock and the sensations swarming her. Searing lust rose, engulfing her body.
She hated him and what he was doing to her body. She didn’t want to enjoy him dominating her.
God help her, she did.
She screamed as he pumped furiously inside her, taking her rough and forceful. He plunged three fingers inside her achy pussy, fucking her cunt and rasping her clit with his thumb.
She was close to coming. She felt the waves of pleasure building higher and higher within her the rougher he fucked her from behind. Why did her body crave his pleasurable torment? Was there something wrong with her that she could not resist responding to his domineering touch?
“You bastard,” she cried, feeling her body explode in release. He bit her ear and fucked her harder, bucking against her as he climaxed within the clenching channel of her buttocks and fingered her pussy, making her ride his hand as she rode the gushing hard orgasm that burst through her.
When he’d wrung every ounce of climax from her body, he pulled his hand free of her sopping, abused pussy, sliding his cock from her anus.
He turned her around, looking down at her with lust still in his eyes. “I will bathe you now,” he said.
Nodding mutely, she watched him pour the soap into his hands and offered no resistance as he lathered her hair and washed her dark brown tresses. His fingers felt good on her scalp, soothing almost. When he was finished with her crown, he moved down the column of her throat to her breasts, swirling soap in circles around them.
He massaged her breasts, making her nipples pucker beneath his fingers. The urge to slap him away was strong, but knowing he would only punish her for the offense, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore his exploration of her body.
“You are very beautiful,” he said, moving down her waist and coming to her groin. He washed her there also, exploring her lips and eliciting little bolts of pleasure from her.
She bit her lip.
“I see you like this,” he murmured.
She shook her head, disagreeing. Her body might. Her mind did not.
“You will,” he promised. “Now you wash me.”
Reluctantly, she poured soap into her hands and began the way he had, by shampooing his thick black hair. He watched her steadily as she did so, keeping his eyes trained on her face. She found she couldn’t meet his eyes without feeling ashamed of herself, of how far she’d fallen from what she’d thought were intrinsic values. She shouldn’t feel that way, and wondered how long the sensation would last. Forever? Until she was used to his domination and her submission?
She followed the corded lines of his neck, traced the strange swirling tattoos over his chest and stomach and down his hips. She did not touch his groin. He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve forgotten something.”
Swallowing, knowing there was no avoiding it, she wrapped her hands around his cock and felt it jump to life beneath her slippery fingers. She only hoped he was satisfied enough not to take her again. He stood stiffly, and she could see the flickers of muscle move in his belly as she washed him, but he made no move to initiate more sex.
Relief flooded her. She thought if she had to take him in again, her pussy might fall off her body.
They rinsed off in the warm water, and she stood still while he dried her off first and then himself.
“Do I get clothes?” she asked.
He looked at her. “You haven’t demonstrated that you deserve them. Clothes are a reward. Come, we will go to bed now.”
She nodded and let him lead her back to the bedroom. She would have liked to have something to eat or drink, but he’d obviously exhausted himself fighting to win the games and with fucking her brains out—to the point that he’d rather sleep than consume sustenance.
He pulled the covers back on the bed, allowing her inside first. She curled up on the mattress and felt the bed dip as he joined her. Raker pulled her back against his naked flesh, feeling hot and hard against her. She wondered how she would ever get comfortable enough to sleep. She wondered if their relationship would continue in the manner that it had, or if she was simply to look forward to life as a sex slave and not a mate as she had envisioned.
Chapter Four
Maura should have known she would not be allowed to sleep in that morning. Raker was determined to break in his new toy the best way he saw fit, and that was obviously with a lot of sex.
He’d been prepared to win the games and had stocked his suite with a multitude of toys. If that didn’t inspire a level of trepidation within her, nothing else would.
Perhaps he’d done without for so long that the moment he had a woman within his grasp, he could not resist her. She liked to think she was that desirable, but she didn’t believe it was the case. In her mind, she was no more spectacular than the next woman. She’d always considered herself of average looks and figure.
It slightly disturbed her how hungrily he grabbed her in the bed and rolled on top of her. She was still naked, her eyes not even open when he kissed her neck and jaw and spread her legs apart.
The moment that huge, hard member parted the folds of her sex, her eyelids jumped open and her body jolted awake.
He pushed inside with difficulty, creating a friction that had her arching off the bed as he worked himself inside her. She smacked his chest for waking her up for such a thing, and he grabbed her wrists with one manacle of a hand and pinned them above her head to the bed. She was trapped by his big body, forced to feel his long, pumping strokes.
There was no sleepiness to his eyes, only lust darkening the irises. The markings on his body glowed a faint blue, and inside her rapidly slickening channel, she felt his member change. Ridges sprouted from the shaft, bumping along the tender flesh inside her and eliciting a plethora of sensation she’d never experienced before.
She moaned, struggling against him to no avail. She shouldn’t find pleasure from him. She wanted to remain aloof and cold, but he somehow sensed what her body craved and gave it to her. His ShadeShifter gifts certainly came in handy in the bed. She wondered what other tricks he could perform with his shifting abilities. He had no need of toys with a cock that could change at will.
The ridges spiraling his cock ground into her g-spot, making tension climb higher in her body until she was cresting waves of pleasure. Willing or not, her pussy milked his cock, bringing him to orgasm with her.
He finished and got off of her, leaving her in the bed like a puddle of syrup.
“There is food in the kitchen. I trust you know how to cook?” he said, eyeing her as he dressed himself in a pair of leather pants that hugged every muscle in his legs and groin.
“Where are you go
ing?” she asked, sitting up in the bed.
“Out for training with the others. We do so every day.”
“Am I to stay here then? By myself? What about clothes?”
He stopped and looked at her. “Why would you cover yourself? I’ll only tear your garments off of you when I come home.”
She blanched then felt her face flush with heat at the look he raked over her. She resisted the impulse to cover herself with the sheets. “I’m to have no company? No way to entertain myself?”
“Would you prefer me to leave one of the others here to break you in for me during the day so you are properly ready for my return this evening? Your holes are far too tight. They could use some stretching out,” he said, almost smiling.
Maura vigorously shook her head no then watched him shrug and leave.
Maura didn’t feel rested as she should, and she attributed it to Raker’s insatiable sex drive. Feeling that food would help her spirits, she walked through the suite and found the kitchen. He’d said there was food, but there wasn’t a huge variety to choose from. She finally settled on some sliced meat and cheese, nibbled at it until she felt satisfied, then had some water to wash it all down.
Having eaten, she decided to go back to bed and rest. She felt strange sleeping in his bed, smelling his scent all over the pillows. For a while, she resisted the pull of sleep, but finally succumbed. She didn’t know how long she slept, but when she finally awoke, she felt better and more alert than she had hours earlier.
She decided to take another shower, since he wasn’t there to stop her. The hot water felt wonderful on her sore muscles, and it was nice to wash her hair and the smell of sex off her skin. She got out and wrapped up in a towel, having nothing else to wear. As much as he might want her to remain naked, it felt too odd to be in the buff all day. At least the towel afforded her some modesty.
Maura spent the day bored out of her mind. She was so starved for something to do, having explored the small space and finding nothing of interest—not even any books to read—that when Raker returned at the end of the day, she was actually glad to see him.