Leaning near, his eyes on her face, Lorren said, “She wants you to touch her. She needs release.”
Farjika glared at Lorren, furious at his blatant lie. Any touch Gabriyel bestowed would only increase her torment, not liberate her from it. Lorren’s smirk revealed he knew exactly what she was thinking, and if she wanted Gabriyel to know that fact, she would be the one to tell him. She couldn’t. She didn’t want Gabriyel to know that his touch would torture her. Even knowing that fact, she still craved contact with him. Perhaps, if she could offer Gabriyel the comfort of a climax, her guilt would lessen. Willingly, she would take more energy into her body to offer him the release she couldn’t have.
This time as he moved close, he kept his eyes on her face, his concern so touching she almost cried. Fighting back her tears, afraid of only hurting him more, Farjika looked up into Gabriyel’s eyes, trying to convey her willingness, her eagerness and her true and heartfelt longing. She wanted him. Always she had desired him, but cultural restrictions, caste differences—so much held them apart it was easier not to openly crave what she knew she couldn’t have. To have Lorren compel her to do what she always wanted to do was deliciously erotic. Her only worry was for Gabriyel.
As he drew near, she felt the heat of his cock through the rope, making her squirm against her bonds. Her movement shifted her now that she didn’t have the stool to help her keep her position. When her inner thigh brushed against the tense muscles of his hip, pleasure surged along her flesh. Against her will, she uttered a moan of erotic agony.
“Why do you keep resisting what you want?” With his hand upon his back, Lorren urged Gabriyel forward, but he didn’t force him. Gabriyel took another half step, sliding his cock against her, pressing the knots firmly against her clit and passage. The upward momentum drew the center rope taut, pressing the lowest knot against her bottom. Her moan of agony rose into a scream of anguish. So much pressure filled her body, she felt at any moment her skin would simply split apart so that the gathering power could finally dissipate.
Gabriyel hissed sharply between his gritted teeth. “My lady, never would I wish to harm you.”
“I know.” She gasped the words out, trying to reassure him and failing miserably. After digging deep, determined to make this right for him even if it killed her, she whispered, “You’re not hurting me.”
“Remember how you said Errion made you? Well, I’m making him, right?” Lorren kept his voice low and even, almost detached.
She nodded.
“So you’ll forgive him for anything he does?”
Again, she nodded, breathing slowly and calmly through her nose as Gabriyel’s cock pressed against the rope, forcing the knots into her skin. With determination, she was able to feel the pleasure building but not as pain. Carefully, slowly, she turned the energy to strength. Rather than fearing the power, she welcomed it. Lorren would not triumph over her. She would take all of it, everything, and hold it within her body until the time came to set the energy free.
Gods, the sudden expenditure would probably kill her, but she had no other choice. All this was because of her pride. As soon as Errion told her of his plans, she should have laughed and walked away, letting him distribute the images. She could have denied them as fakes or simply kept her mouth shut, nether confirming nor denying that the woman depicted was she. That would have removed all his power over her. But she’d been too afraid of being compared to her mother. But now, Farjika realized Errion had played on that fear. Far too late, she appreciated what her mother had done. She’d made a great sacrifice to return Diola to stability. If Farjika possessed even one-tenth of her mother’s forthright belief in herself, she never would have ended up here.
Sensing the change in her attitude, Lorren compelled Gabriyel to rock his hips, sliding his cock against the thoroughly soaked rope. As she hung free, she swayed away from him and side to side, which allowed him to rub against her lips and the crease where her inner thigh joined her hips. Each time he touched her flesh, his eyes clenched closed, and she realized he strove not to climax.
Softly in Diolan, she encouraged him to climax. “I won’t be angry. I swear it. I know it’s not your fault.”
“I will not shame you or myself.” Gabriyel lowered his head, avoiding her eyes until Lorren made him look at her again. “I am a slave, and you are the future empress. I am not even worthy to look upon you let alone—” He cut himself off with a weary shake of his head.
If she were the actual empress, she could claim him, thus ending his torment, but she couldn’t. Her father appointed him, and until Drahka rescinded his orders, Gabriyel was bound as her protector. Having sex with her was not a part of his duties. Even if she herself demanded he enter her bed, he must refuse.
She could do nothing to ease his conflict.
Turning her weary gaze unto Lorren, she thought of appealing to him. If he understood the nature of their relationship and the restrictions of their culture, perhaps he would relent. One glance in his eyes crushed that notion.
Lorren, the sinfully seductive businessman who charmed her with a dance, was long gone. All that remained was a beast who craved perversion and reveled in compulsion. What had she inadvertently unleashed by giving him control over her? How was she to know that he would go too far? Blaming him came easily, almost naturally, when the truth was, how was she to know that she too had her own depraved monster within? Even as she sought to ease Gabriyel’s torment, she longed to feel him thrust between her legs. His cock would fill up the emptiness inside as he dissipated the gathering energy in a storm of passion. Despite knowing it was wrong, or perhaps because she knew her longings were wrong, she hungered for him. Having Lorren in charge, him making her and Gabriyel do what he said, removed her responsibility for her own twisted cravings.
For what seemed forever, Farjika hung in the balance, feeling the power build with every brush of Gabriyel’s cock against the knots. Lorren stood behind and to the side of Gabriyel, his hand on his bottom, setting the pace for his hips. Molten eyes watched her with relentless fascination, each sigh or jolt causing him vicarious pleasure. Just as the tension built in her, it grew in Lorren and Gabriyel.
In the background, she could hear Errion struggling against the chair and screaming into his makeshift gag. All this had been his idea. Lorren punished him by letting him hear everything but see nothing. Since Errion was a visual man, the discipline was incredibly harsh. Farjika had a feeling his comeuppance for defying Lorren was far from finished.
Lorren seemed frightfully calm in spite of his obvious arousal. His cock pressed hard against his trousers, sweat beaded along his forehead, but his breathing remained steady, much like the way his gaze held hers.
“Do you want him to fuck you?”
Gabriyel’s eyes closed, and he shook his head subtly back and forth, as if begging her to say no. She wanted to oblige, but Lorren would sense the lie. He would only find a way to punish them in a more wicked form.
“Answer me, Farjika.”
She nodded while Gabriyel had his eyes closed, hoping that he wouldn’t know the permission had come from her.
“I can’t hear you.” Lorren’s voice was husky but smooth, like the brandy he’d served earlier.
“Yes.” She barely managed a whisper as Gabriyel continued to rock his hips.
“Yes, what?” Lorren stopped his press against Gabriyel’s bottom as he pushed her away from him with a hand to her foot. The loss of contact was somehow worse than the gathering pressure.
“Yes I want him to fuck me!” Her cry was loud, and she swore she heard it echo throughout the entire manor if not the entire world. She wanted Gabriyel so badly she would do anything to feel the hardness of his body against hers. If she had to get down on her knees and grovel, she would.
Casting her a victorious smile, Lorren released her foot, which swung her into Gabriyel. Both of them winced at the contact. Wrapping his arm around Gabriyel’s massive shoulders, hugging him from the side as if they were the best of friends, Lo
rren asked, “And you, do you want to fuck the woman you’re sworn to protect?”
“No.” Gabriyel’s answer was barely audible.
“Liar.” Lorren laughed as he stepped between her parted legs, pressing himself against Gabriyel’s rock hard body. “Look at that sweet, wet and painfully empty cunny.” Teasing his fingers along the edges of the rope, up and down her neither lips, sent tingles racing across her body. “How could any man not want to slip his cock into her?”
Errion screamed into his gag and struggled so violently in his chair he managed to scrape it across the wooden floor. Lorren grimaced but ignored him.
Bringing his mouth conspiratorially close to Gabriyel’s ear, Lorren loudly whispered, “You could be her hero.”
Gabriyel’s eyes met hers.
“You could be the one who releases her.”
Confusion lowered his brows as he stood there so hard his cock shook.
“You see these knots?” Lorren pressed the one above her clit, and she stifled a moan. “They have been building up sexual energy in her. All night power has built and built without an outlet. Each time you rubbed your cock to her, you only made it worse.”
Guilt filled Gabriyel’s already troubled gaze.
“She could have told you, she should have told you, but she didn’t want you to worry.”
Farjika wanted to punish Lorren for what he was doing. Why couldn’t he just get this over with? All he had to do was order Gabriyel to fuck her. Waiting and wondering when it would happen was excruciating.
Stepping back, letting her body sway gently back and forth until she came to rest with her leg against Gabriyel’s tight hip, Lorren turned to the table of knives. He selected one and swiftly cut the center line, just below the knot at her belly button.
She felt the sopping rope fall away from her front but hang down from the anchoring point along her back. Convinced that her climax would burst forth once the main line was free, she was horrified to feel all the power surging within, waiting for an outlet. The knots had built it and held it in, but removing them would not offer her release.
“That’s right, Farjika. The only way you will be free of all that power within you is if Gabriyel here is man enough to fuck it out of you.” Lorren clapped him on the back. “You can be her hero or you can leave her hanging. Either way, her salvation is entirely up to you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Gabriyel closed his eyes, unable to bear the yearning in her gaze. In his dreams and during tribute, he’d thought of how he would make love to Farjika. Always, there was a gentle seduction with food, wine, astle bedding, and whispered words of praise for her beauty. Never, not even in the darkest of his dreams, had he envisioned her bound in decorative crimson ropes, dangling from a ceiling, her body in sexual torment with he her only savior.
Worse, he wanted to do exactly what Lorren suggested. He wanted to slip his cock within her so badly he trembled from holding himself back. The most animal part of him pushed him to do what he wanted, what she needed, what she’d asked him to do, but his higher brain refused. He couldn’t break his oath to her father. Drahka had entrusted her safety to him. To violate her would be like violating himself. Breaching the sanctity of her body went against everything in his code, everything he believed in as an honorable man.
“Please.” Farjika’s whispered supplication was seductive and compelling, speaking directly to what Errion had called the beast that lived within every man. The beast inside wanted to ram his cock into her so hard and fast she’d gasp and swing in the restraints. With his hands bound behind his back, he’d have to lean forward and bite the rope around her neck to hold her steady for his pounding. The vision of him as a hungry animal, looming over her supine body, taking his satisfaction without a thought to hers, both aroused and terrified him.
Gabriyel half expected Lorren to say something, to taunt him anew, but he had moved over to the chair where he’d bound Errion. Looking back over his shoulder, Gabriyel discovered Lorren had removed his trousers and now fed Errion his cock. He couldn’t see his face, but he could hear him struggling to take the length within. That’s exactly where Gabriyel thought the two of them belonged, with each other and far away from his beautiful lady.
Lorren was splitting his attention between the tableau he’d left him and Farjika in, and the punishment he gave to Errion. Not only was he making him suck him, but also he was describing, in detail, how Gabriyel looked standing between Farjika’s thighs.
“He hasn’t decided yet, Errion. He still wants to hang on to his dignity and his honor. Yet every moment he waits, she suffers more.”
Gabriyel cast his attention on her face and realized what Lorren said was entirely true. The longer he delayed, the greater her pain. She struggled against the straps, her eyes pleading with him as she tried desperately to calm herself with deep breaths.
Each time her chest rose, the ropes that ran along either side of her breasts tightened, rubbing hard against her nipples, making them strain.
He couldn’t just stand here and watch her suffer.
“My lady, I cannot do this.”
A whimper escaped her trembling lips. “I beg you, Gabriyel, please.”
Her beautiful cunt was so wet that he could smell her pungent musk, which only exacerbated the beast trying to push him forward. Desperate for a solution, he thought perhaps he could ease her pain without penetration.
Leaning forward, he kissed her clit softly, reverently, and sighed with relief as she encouraged him.
“Ah, he finally gave in,” Lorren told Errion. “He’s licking her sweet little cunny.”
Doing his best to ignore Lorren, Gabriyel swirled his tongue round and round her clit, making it stand at full attention before he sucked the fragile bit of flesh into his mouth. Her taste was utterly sublime. The delicate sighs of pleasure and contentment that slipped from her parted lips were the most wonderful praise he’d ever heard. To hear her cry out in climax would be the most blessed sound he would likely ever hear.
“My lady, my beautiful lady.” He couldn’t stop himself from murmuring the endearment over and over as he teased his tongue against her clit. Her moans of pleasure grew in volume as his flicking tongue moved faster, pressed harder. Annoyed that he could only press so firmly with her swinging free, he struggled to find the balance to give her the greatest pleasure. After fumbling a bit, he discovered that if he stepped forward and balanced her on his chin, he could ravish her clit without moving her away.
Everything he did Lorren relayed to Errion using the most vulgar of terms. Gabriyel ignored him and focused only on releasing Farjika from torment. However, all his efforts only caused her to struggle more.
Gabriyel redoubled his efforts, licking her as hard and fast as he could, but still, she sobbed in frantic gasps that broke his heart. No matter what he did, he was unable to push her over that edge that would tumble her into oblivion.
Behind him Lorren laughed. “I should let this continue, but her cries are starting to become almost guttural. It hardly seems fair that after all she’s suffered this night, you are only tormenting her more.”
Withdrawing, Gabriyel looked up and realized that was precisely what he was doing. Damn him to the nothingness, but how could he release his lady? This wasn’t the first time he’d pleasured a woman with his tongue; what was he doing wrong?
“Don’t blame yourself, Gabriyel, it’s the nature of Fentaru.”
Gabriyel knew that was rope binding, as Errion had babbled about it when he’d removed him from the prison and brought him up here. Still, he didn’t see what her bonds had to do with giving her an orgasm. He was so painfully aroused he was certain that if he heard her cry out in bliss, he would climax without a single touch to his cock.
“The only way to release her is to do exactly what I said. You can lick her all night, and you’ll only make it worse.”
Gabriyel straightened and glared at Lorren.
“Glower all you’d like, but you still have t
o fuck her. There is no other way.” Lorren’s smile changed into a snarl as he thrust forward.
Gabriyel couldn’t see, but he heard Errion gag as he took him deep, not that he cared. He thought that perverted cratifan was getting precisely what he deserved. If only he would bite Lorren’s cock off, then Lorren would get what he so richly deserved as well.
“Fentaru is decorative, as Errion told her, and it also builds energy, as Errion told her, but the only way to release all that power is by balancing the energy.” Lorren pulled back and turned the chair just enough so that Gabriyel could now see exactly what he was doing to Errion, but Errion could not see what Gabriyel did to Farjika. “Everything in this life strives for balance.” Lorren teased his cock around Errion’s lips as Errion struggled to turn his head. “Male and female. Light and dark. Good and bad.” With one hand on the top of Errion’s head, Lorren rocked his hips slowly, almost leisurely, as if he could go all night. “You cannot have one without the other, and you cannot free her with anything other than your cock. As a master of Fentaru, Errion deliberately centered the critical knot against her cunt.” Golden eyes met his. “The opposite of that happens to be right between your legs.”
Gabriyel’s body and mind rebelled at the thought of penetrating her. Crushing guilt at having made her terrible situation worse threatened to drop him to his knees, but he would not show weakness before these barsitas. He would not let them see how deeply hurting her had damaged him. After this day, he would resign from her service. He would appoint one of his men to take his place and then run to the ends of the universe to hide his shame. Even as he thought it, he already knew he couldn’t live with himself until he returned her safely back to Diola. Once there, he would surrender his will to his mistress and master. If her mother and father demanded his life in exchange for his failure, he would go to the stone without a fight. But first, he would get Farjika home.
“So, again I ask, will you be her hero, or will you leave her hanging?”
Gabriyel considered his options. Perhaps if he refused, Lorren would fill her. The thought of watching Lorren mount Farjika was appalling, but it was better than Gabriyel violating her. Lorren was a brutal monster, but he was not under orders to protect her. His cock could give her the relief she needed without repercussion. Besides, Gabriyel knew they’d been together at least once before.
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