She took a deep, shaky breath, before responding. "Yes. I would like you to continue."
"Come here." He leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against Shannon's, his tongue poking softly at her closed mouth until her lips parted to let him in. Their tongues entwined in a deep kiss, the sweet taste of him filling her mouth once more. The touch of his mouth upon hers made her feel safe, protected, and loved.
He continued kissing her slowly as his hand once more moved down to the crevice between her knees, and touched her where no one, not even she herself, had touched before. Shannon whimpered as his fingers began to stroke the outside folds. They were more sensitive than she expected them to be, and her nerves heightened at every touch. His kisses grew in intensity, distracting her from the actions of his fingers. A single fingertip found her entrance and carefully slid inside, past the barrier of thin tissue that guarded her virginity.
He gently pulled out, bumping the heel of his thumb against her clit. She jumped, startled at the shocking sensation, and felt him smile against her. Dom's fingers started encircling her sensitive nub, deliberately teasing her into a deep ache that seemed to encompass the pit of her abdomen. She moaned, louder this time, and started to return his kiss with unreserved passion.
Two of his fingers moved down to her hungry womanhood while his thumb rested over the bridge of her clit. He slipped them in slowly, kissing her as she cried out.
"Shh," he said. "Just give it a moment. My cock is much larger than my fingers, and I want you to be prepared for when it's time."
Shannon nodded and bit her lower lip, waiting until the sense of stretching had eased somewhat. Dom felt her open to him and slowly began to move his two fingers within her. Once again, he captured her lips between his before turning her again to lean back against his chest. Both his hands made their way between her legs. The hot water swirled around her groin as he parted her nether lips with his left hand, stretching them wide apart. He used his middle finger to circle her clit until she began to buck slowly against his hand, and then he shifted to slide two fingers into her tight hole.
Shannon reached behind her head and grabbed his hair with both fists, forcing his mouth to her neck. Still spreading her lips with his left hand, Dom began to tease her clit while pumping his fingers in and out of her sex. The pressure inside of her was building slowly, tightening like a spring, and it became the center of her being. She could no longer hear their combined moans or gasping breaths; she could no longer taste his tongue entwining with hers in the bruising kiss; she could no longer feel shame or indignity. Her world, and everything she knew of it, disappeared in the whirlwind of pleasure inside of her. Her head fell back as the orgasm exploded through her body, shattering the sweet, tormenting pressure.
Even as her tunnel shook around his fingers, he continued to move them back and forth, milking every last second of her climax. He planted a single kiss on her temple and slowly withdrew his hand from her sex, then wrapped both arms around her shoulders.
After a few minutes of quiet, he spoke again, softly so as not to disturb her bliss. "How was that?"
"Incredible," Shannon sighed.
"Good. I'm not quite finished with you yet."
She jerked her head up and opened her eyes wide. "You're not?" she asked innocently.
"No, I'm not." Dom was grinning, staring at her as a wolf stares at its prey.
"Then... what next?" she asked, a mixture of apprehension and excitement rising inside of her.
"Let's go up to our room. Mistress Aida has something to show you."
"Bathe first, you smelly dog!" Shannon said with a grin. She yelped as he reached down to pinch her on the bottom. "Don't do that!" she yelped again.
"Just think of my finger as puppy bites, my lady." Dom grinned back.
CHAPTER 9
Mistress Aida circled around the scantily clad girl, running her hand along thick, red braid. She leaned in and asked, "Mistress McCleary? Are you aware of how beautiful you are?"
"M-miss?" Shannon stuttered, suddenly feeling as though she were transformed once again into a little girl.
The woman strolled around her again; this time, her hand dragged lightly over the damp material of Shannon's dressing robe. "I asked you, dear, if you knew of your fairness. You appear ill at ease with my question. Why is that?"
"I, uh… Dom?"
"Answer the lady, Shannon."
"No, Miss," Shannon bowed her head, only to find that her nipples had hardened. She instinctively hunched over in embarrassment.
Aida chuckled, patting Shannon on the rear. She laughed as the girl hopped away. "The entire household heard that chastisement, Domitri. They were applauding you."
Dom glanced at Shannon's reddening face. "There is nothing to applaud for, my friend. A man does not take joy in disciplining his wife, or wife-promised."
"But he takes joy in humiliating her?" Aida grinned, elbowing him.
"Humbling, yes." Dom looked up to meet Shannon's grateful eyes. "Humiliating, no."
"How old are you, girl?" Aida asked, turning to Shannon. "Uncross your arms. You remind me of a petulant child."
"I'm eighteen," she said sheepishly. "Please, may I sit down?"
"Even if you were able to with that tender bum, no, you may not," Aida said, patting Shannon's shoulder. "We have things to do this evening and we will begin with you standing."
"Dom, is this truly necessary?"
"I will answer this question," Aida said. "Yes, it is. There is a reason my house is never empty and that our king supports our existence. It is because I teach my girls, my very special girl, a skill that no one else has."
Shannon frowned, looking into the woman's eyes. There it was! The spark the Grand Dame had told her about. Aida was of the same blood as hers!
"Do you understand, Shannon McCleary?" Aida asked.
"Yes, Miss."
"Should you disobey me, I will have to see you punished. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Miss," she said.
"Aida, her bottom is thoroughly worked. Do you have another idea for punishment?"
"I do, indeed," Aida cackled. "Let us hope we won't have to use it."
"Mistress Aida, the spark—"
"Never speak of that!" the woman snapped. She moved close to Shannon's face. "If gossip spreads of this, I could be hanged. Domitri will no longer be welcome in this country, and you will be burned for heresy and treason."
Shannon's face lost all color as she turned her face to Dom.
"Shannon? Come to me," Dom pointed to the floor between his knees. He patted his thigh. "Kneel. Put your head on my lap."
"Will they burn me? I know from history, that when my mother was a young woman, she heard that they burned a maidservant for unproven witchcraft in Kilkenny. What would they do with me should they find I am true?"
"Calm yourself. You are not a witch, my love. Shhh, Mistress Aida did not mean to frighten you, but this is a very serious issue. We must keep who you are a secret while she shows you how to tap into areas of your power that I cannot," Dom whispered in her ear. He kissed the bridge of her nose. Her eyes asked the question—does she know about you?—and he shook his head. "Now, return to your spot and show me how a queen should behave."
Shannon stood, straightened herself and returned to the place she had been standing.
"Remove your robe," Aida ordered.
Shannon closed her eyes and obeyed. She cracked them open to see Aida staring at her in disbelief.
"Absolutely beautiful." She perused Shannon's whole figure with her eyes, from her tight-nippled breasts, to her bare calves and feet.
She straightened herself up further, straining just a little, so that her slender waist and breasts were on display.
. "I want you to walk around the room. Twirl. Show me what you are offering your king. Show him how a proud queen parades her beauty."
Shannon closed her eyes and pulled the image of the flame to her mind. Emboldened, she arched her back to thrust her
breasts out with forced confidence, her hard nipples pointing forward. She stretched one leg before the other in a naked glide around the room, and then Dom began to sing. Shannon smiled and spontaneously broke into a graceful dance of blessings, her long slender arms weaving through the air like a graceful stork catching the wind. She added her lilting soprano harmony to his melody, and began to undulate and sway before she spun around and collapsed to the ground.
"I thank you for the blessing, my lady" Aida cooed. "I can see you aim to please. Did I say stop?" She stuck out one of her slim arms and was swirling the dangling hand about silkily, motioning for Shannon to turn. When she did not rise from the floor, Aida raised her eyebrows and left her hypnotic fingers swirling.
"Stand and keep turning for me."
Aida slipped in between Shannon's waving arms and wrapped her in an embrace. She pressed her mouth to Shannon's and held the girl firmly, licking the welcoming warmth of her lips.
"Touch my body, Shannon. Explore me as you would like to be explored."
She shook her head, feeling an odd sense of lightheadedness. Aida took Shannon's hands, placed them upon her cheeks, and kissed both palms before reclaiming her mouth. Aida licked Shannon's ear, kissing the shell and bringing forth a shudder. The woman allowed herself another moment of tasting Shannon's mouth before stepping back, her chest heaving and her eyes bright.
Aida took Shannon's hand and slowly inserted the girl's index finger between her teeth, her eyes never leaving the girl's as she sucked her finger, thrusting it gently in and out of her mouth. Shannon forgot all about Dom's presence as she watched the seductive creature before her, stunned by the degree of arousal this woman's attentions were causing her.
She mewled with satisfaction as Aida grazed her knuckle with her teeth, and again sucked her finger between the red lips. She felt drunk, unsteady, hypnotized; her clit pulsed with desire and her pussy clenched with want. She tried to fight against the waves of pure lust; each pass of Aida's warmth over her clit ratcheted her needs to a higher level, and sent her arousal trickling down her inner thigh.
"Touch yourself," Aida whispered in her ear.
Shannon was unable to break eye contact, caught in the spell cast by the older woman. Silently, she slipped her fingers down the center of her abdomen and touched her clit, sliding it from side to side as the first flares of orgasm began deep in her womanhood. Still Aida watched her, her gaze drifting from Shannon's pussy to her face, and back again.
"I feel drunk," she cried out as her orgasm broke, crumpling to the bed as her legs gave way from under her. "What is wrong with me?"
"Give in to the feeling, love," Aida whispered, "My gift is seduction."
"Are you a siren?" Shannon asked, gulping in air. She shivered as the cool draft of air caressed her skin, the reality of what she had done causing a different set of shivers throughout her body.
"I am. Lean back and close your eyes. I want you to memorize the things I will do to your body as your king watches on."
"My king? Dom? Sit by me," Shannon called, holding her hand in the air. She smiled as his fingers wrapped around hers and his lips kissed the tips. "She captured me."
"Surrender to her," he whispered. "She will give you what you need. I wish this of you," he said, stroking her face.
Aida crawled beside the young woman and kissed her softly on the mouth, a series of gentle kisses intended to calm, not arouse. Her proximity, and the sweetness of her touch, set off a series of twitches in Shannon's pussy. Aida pressed a kiss to her nose.
"Dearest Shannon, your self-pleasure was the most beautiful thing to watch. You are so lovely. I've never felt jealousy toward another woman before, but I wanted it to be me making you cry out like that. I wanted it to be my fingers stroking your creamy pussy, taking you there."
She tilted her head in silent question, and Shannon exhaled. Aida leaned in to kiss her again, cupping her breasts and cautiously rubbing the nipples with her thumbs. They were already bordering on the edge of pain, yet Aida alternated between each breast, kissing and nibbling until Shannon was bucking against her mouth and begging for more.
"Hold her hands over her head," Aida commanded, and Dom complied. Aida's hands slid down to Shannon's bruised bottom and squeezed the firm flesh, laughing as Shannon squealed. The air began to thicken with the scent of female arousal flooding the room.
Shannon was stunned to see the desire in the woman's eyes, and felt her pussy clench as Aida straddled her. She watched as Aida sat back on her heels to pull Shannon's legs together and up to stroke her bottom and thighs, licking delicately on the undersides of her knees and calves. She suddenly pulled Shannon's ankles apart and pressed her legs back down to the mattress, leaving her completely open and naked to Aida's gaze.
"You are soft, like velvet," Aida said. "I have never seen a pelt so fair and fine. It is like peach fuzz." She smiled and began licking a delicate trail down Shannon's abdomen. She lapped at her belly, and then dipped her tongue into her navel, maintaining eye contact. Aida blew warm breaths over the damp path her tongue had taken, before retracing back up to Shannon's cleavage. Waves of pleasure started to ripple through Shannon's body as Aida settled between her legs.
Aida gripped Shannon's hips firmly as she began her assault on her sex, licking in a combination of long flat strokes of her tongue, and quick flicks with the tip. She sucked Shannon's clit into her mouth and released it before pushing her tongue into her aching pussy. She then returned to flutter her tongue across her sensitive nub. Aida kissed her way into Shannon's womanhood, stroking it inside like she had with her mouth, her soft moans of enjoyment at Shannon's flavor echoing through the room.
Shannon's fingers flexed in Dom's hair, pulling him close and pressing her mouth on his. Eager to participate, he plunged into her mouth with his tongue as he stroked, twisted, and pulled at her left nipple.
"Please," her muffled plea was heard.
Aida nipped the inside of Shannon's thigh before she dove in for the final feast. She sucked and coaxed Shannon's clit to a jolting hunger, her hands gripping into the flesh of Shannon's tender buttocks to keep the girl from bucking away. Her firm, hot tongue lapped eagerly at her juices, running circles over Shannon's flesh as her moans became squeals. Every touch pushed Shannon higher, her tension spreading as her clit was flicked with renewed vigor.
Shannon released a sob as she climaxed against Aida's mouth, locking the woman's leg between her legs as the tremors spread through her body in a series of mini explosions. Aida continued to lick and caress Shannon's glorious orchid while stroking the welted, hot bottom. She twitched when Aida's lips again contacted her clit, and sighed as Aida offered one long lick before slowly crawling up Shannon's body, her face damp with Shannon's juices.
Shannon, too satisfied to feel embarrassed, released her fingers from Dom's hair and pulled Aida down to kiss her. She tasted herself on Aida's lips, and inhaled the warm, musky aroma deeply.
"Absolute perfection." Aida stroked Shannon's hair. "I have never known anyone to taste so sweet, or be such a perfect fit for my mouth."
"Í would love to take this one home with me," Shannon said dreamily. "Please, Dom? May I keep her?"
Dom chuckled. "I am sure you would, my sweet, but Mistress Aida belongs to neither men nor women. 'Tis a shame, though, that you will not remember this night come tomorrow."
"She is going to be a very powerful sorceress, Domitri," Aida said sternly. "She must learn to control her temper and how she directs her energy. You must be firm and unyielding to her tears. That will not only save her, but cause her to become bonded with you."
"I, too, have had those visions," Dom said, smiling down on Shannon. "Sleep, little one. Have sweet repose in the nest of your bliss. We have a long ride on the morrow."
CHAPTER 10
Shannon grimaced as she looked up at the horse the following morning.
"Problem, darling?" Dom asked, looking down from his steed.
"Yes," she said distastefully
. "My ass feels as though I sat in a bed of coals. I also feel as though I slept little last night. I was plagued by strange dreams after you beat me."
"I did not beat you, woman," Dom rolled his eyes. "I spanked you. If your bottom is so tender, ride in the carriage."
"I told you, I am not riding with him."
"Then suffer in silence. Until he recovers, he will be in that carriage."
"You are a cruel man," Shannon whined, rubbing her rump. She squealed as Mistress Aida came up behind her with a smack.
"Mind your king, child. Will I see you again, Domitri?" the elegant woman asked, touching his boot as she looked up at him.
"I do not know when. I am sorry I missed seeing your king, though. When he returns from his journey, please give him all my regards and regrets."
"What makes you think I have his ear?" Mistress Aida asked, with a mischievous grin.
"Because you have the ear of whatever man or woman you choose, and I am certain he would be one of them."
"You are correct. Shannon? I am sorry we had no time to spend together. You were so tired after your travels, your bath and your beating."
"I did not beat her!"
"Perhaps another time," Shannon said. She ignored a nagging feeling inside of her that she had forgotten something. She sighed as one of the guardsmen offered her a leg up, and winced as she settled herself upon the saddle.
"I supplied you with some garments that are a little more comfortable than braies," Aida said, fingering the soft linen breeches and loosely fit, embroidered blouse. "You should find them very pleasant to ride in."
"I feel like a pirate wench, but this clothing is much more practical than skirts. I can run from King Dom far more easily this way," she snickered.
"Run, but he will still catch you. Be safe, have good health and a life filled with happiness," Aida said, curtsying before the company, and again to Dom. "Be kind to yourself, my friend."
"You as well. Thank you for your patience and understanding last evening," Dom said, squeezing Aida's hand. He raised an eyebrow as she slid something into his palm.
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