Their eyes met darkly at the joining and he bent to deliver a firm lick to one ringednipple. She shuddered her delight, and when he used his fingers to loosen the ring, she let out a sound of dismay. He felt it deep within his cock because, already, she was missing what he’d forced on her.
“You’re taking those off me, too?” she asked, soft and innocent.
He nodded, freeing the other nipple. “Don’t worry—they’ll return to your hungry little body.”
She simply nodded and waited, looking expectant, and he liked knowing that, thisquickly, she was curious rather than frightened to see what would come next.
Reaching around to the tray, he found one of the rare Before Times spoons he’dbartered for with traders. Dipping it into the pudding, he held it to her mouth, thrustinggently into her below even as she swallowed the sweet treat.
“Mmm,” she said, and if he wasn’t imagining things, she lifted her hips a littlehigher, affording him easier entry.
Still moving inside her, he spooned a dollop of pudding onto one of her nipples, then bent to lick and lave her breast clean. Her lovely whimper was like music as he worked.
Ralen fucked her a bit harder then, unable to resist as her body became more pliant, her pussy more accepting of his cock. “More to eat?” he asked between strokes.
“Yes, please.”
Good girl. He reached for the slab of cheese, this time pinching off a bite in hisfingers and feeding it to her as he slid his stiff shaft in and out below. He helped himselfto the cheese, as well, and then the fowl, after which he held the turkey leg up to her mouth.
She parted her lips in response and he fucked her and fed her at the same time, watching her bite the meat from the bone, taking it into her mouth even as she took hisrod in her tight, royal cunt.
He continued the game—feeding and fucking, fucking and feeding, hopeful thatshe’d soon associate the basic need to eat with the need for sex, that she’d require one as
much as the other, and that she’d realize she obtained them both from him, that he was
the giver of all things in her world.
“Who fucks you, Teesia?”
“Ralen,” she said.
Like a little reward, he pushed a berry into her mouth. “And who feeds you?”
“Ralen,” she said, swallowing.
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“That’s right, vixen. I give you all the things you need.” He concluded the dark, binding words by squeezing her breasts tight and bending to kiss her with his tongue. Hers twined with his and he increased the depths of his thrusts, thinking— Feel it, vixen. Feel it!
“More,” she begged.
“More food or more cock?”
She laughed lightly—the first time he’d seen such a phenomenon. It lit up her eyes.
“Both,” she admitted.
He spooned more pudding into her waiting mouth, this time dropping a globule on her other breast for himself. He moved in her—long, slow strokes—as he suckled her clean. Dropping a few small berries on her chest, he lifted her breasts like dams to keep them from rolling away until he could lightly grasp one with his teeth before dropping it into her mouth with a kiss.
He scooped the next berry up for himself, then delivered the last one to her waiting mouth the same way.
She licked her lips as he began fucking her a bit harder, and she clutched at thetable on both sides of her, clearly forgetting about the food.
“Who fucks you, Teesia?” he asked harshly, to match the increased rhythm of his strokes.
“Ralen.”
“Whose cock fills you?”
“Mmm, Ralen’s.”
Still driving into her sweet, warm pussy, he lowered one thumb between them to her clit and began rubbing, fast. She groaned and moved harder against him, meeting the pressure there, as hungry for it as she had been for the meal. “Who makes you come, vixen?” he asked in a low, determined voice.
“Ralen,” she replied, and quick as that, her hands left the table, rising to mold desperately to her breasts as she leaned her head back and let her eyes fall shut. “Oh Ares!” she cried. “Ralen! Ralen! Oh, Ralen! Yes!”
He never slowed the strokes delivered by both shaft and thumb, not as she exploded in ecstasy beneath him, and not even afterward. He was like a charging stallion— no stopping now. Seeing her clutch onto her breasts so unexpectedly hadpushed him past a point of control and he fucked her as hard as he could until the pleasure mounted, mounted, until… “Ares,” he murmured through clenched teeth. “Ah, yes!”
He thrust hard, hard, hard, spilling his semen deep inside her pussy for the first time, inexorably thrilled by knowing he was leaving part of himself inside her.
“Oh, Ralen—me, too!” she cried when he least expected it. And, coming down from his grand release, he watched, stunned, as his dirty little wife came yet again, only aminute at most after her last climax.
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Ares, her proclivity for reaching ecstasy was amazing! Thrilling, and—as he’dthought earlier—worrisome, too. Are you mine alone, little wanton? he wondered, peering down at her. Then silently asked the more burning question— How will I ever know forsure?
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Teesia lay on her table, staring at the ceiling…waiting, waiting. He’d left her therealone, again. She’d discovered she could sit comfortably on the edge of either side of theplatform, but could not step down—the chains prevented movement that far.
She’d also found the covered pot on the shelf mounted just beneath the table,within her reach—which she assumed was for certain practical needs. She cynically thought she was probably lucky he’d at least provided some way to relieve herself when necessary, given his general disregard for her comfort.
Was this table to be her home now? she wondered futilely. How long would he keep her this way, tied like an animal? She let out a sigh, supposing perhaps she should just be happy he’d loosened the chains and given her something to eat.
The gold chain was fastened back through her cunt now, and the rings tightenedagain around her nipples. And to her shame, she was glad. She was horrified to remember the moment she’d seized her own breasts in her hands during sex, but it had been an instinctive move—since last night, they’d been the recipients of constant stimulation. As her orgasm had neared, the poor mounds of flesh had felt empty, neglected, needy. She’d simply followed an urge—and in response saw a flare of heat in her husband’s eyes more powerful than ever before. Frighteningly so.
Be strong. She heard her mother’s voice again, whispering in her ear.
Yes, yes, Mother, I will. I’ll survive this.
And soon it would all be nothing more than a memory.
She hoped.
Surely Ralen would release her from the table and allow her to live normally.
What did he want from her that she hadn’t freely given, after all? She’d possessed her virginity, and she’d willingly submitted to everything he’d done to her here. She’d complained very little, and despite it all, she still loved being fucked by him. She lovedit as much as she’d ever suspected she would. It was nothing at all like what she’danticipated, of course, given the various chains involved and his constant questions anddemands—but she still wanted him. Why wouldn’t he set her free now so they could behave as a normal married couple?
It was nightfall when the door opened again to admit her husband. He found hersitting up, as if awaiting him, and she supposed she had been.
Won’t you please unchain me now ? She bit her tongue. Asking would likely only earn her a longer sentence.
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It took a moment before she realized he’d brought another tray of food—the delay probably due to the fact that the mere sight of him set her blood to humming. Herpussy pulsed against its chain as he neared her, tonight wearing his usual black—soft leather pants and a leather vest.
She had not touched him
during sex today when she’d had the chance, and whenhe sat down on the table next to her, lowering the tray there, she instinctively reached her hand up, splaying it across his stomach. His skin was warm over hard muscles, a smattering of ebony curls sprinkled across his chest, then narrowing into a tight veethat led downward to where his cock lay concealed.
He looked down at her hand. “What are you doing?”
She liked the idea that she’d actually surprised him for a change. “I have not touched you. Your body.”
He met her gaze with his dark, penetrating one, then glanced down at her fingers once more. “I’m surprised you want to.”
She blinked and sat up next to him. “Why? You’ve known from the start of my desire for you.”
His eyebrows knitted. “Even now? I assumed you would hold me in contempt bynow.” He reached down and tugged lightly on the chain that hung between her breasts. “All things considered.”
She gasped at the sensual pull and said, “I wish to do whatever you wish me to do. I wish to be whatever you wish me to be.” She didn’t exactly mean the words, but she thought it might earn her a quicker release.
In reply, he dipped his fingers between her legs and lifted a chunk of ham to her mouth. She bit into it as he stroked her around and through the thin gold links, parting her legs without forethought. Another bite of the sweetened ham came with more of his fingers, playing in her pussy, fondling her clit—made so needy by the ever-present chain. He fed her the entire portion of ham that way and she ate it hungrily.
Next, he molded her breast in one hand as he lifted the wine goblet to her mouth with the other. She drank heartily, arching into his touch. Then, at his urging, she layback on the table.
When he used the antique metal spoon—among only a few such artifacts she’d ever seen—to transport peas into her mouth, one dropped free and settled directly in hernavel. Ralen didn’t hesitate to dip down and scoop it out with his tongue.
Together, they shared a thick slice of sweet cornbread, him holding it to her mouth, then his own, then pausing for a firm kiss or a lick to her breast. “Enough for you,” hesaid, his voice thick with teasing, as he swallowed the last bite, then repositionedhimself until he knelt between her spread thighs, pressing berries into the folds of her cunt and the links that stretched across it, then using his tongue to extract them.
She sat up and leaned back on her hands, watching him feast on her, unaccountably filled with hot joy. His mouth at her pussy was among the grandest delights he’d yetdealt out, rivaling the thrust of his cock deep within her. She actually purred her
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pleasure, watching him, her only other wish at the moment that she not be chained to a
dratted table.
Yet soon pleasure surpassed the wish and any other worries, until it was all sheknew. She lifted her cunt against his teasing licks, now coming through the chain without the presence of berries, until she breathed, “I shall come soon.”
“No, vixen, you shall not,” he replied, abruptly leaving her pussy behind and rising to face her.
She gasped her shock, her cunt pulsing with desperate, abandoned need. It wasnearly unbearable. “You would…you would…leave me like…?” What was she saying? Of course he would leave her on the edge of ecstasy. He wished her there, always ! Hegave orgasms frequently, yes, but he bound her with titillating devices designed to keep her exactly where she resided now—on the very rim of pleasure, but not quite able to topple over.
“Turn over,” he said. “On your hands and knees.”
Sighing her agonizing frustration, she followed the order, her pussy aching with wild desire. And as she waited for him to go to the pegboard and come back with hisinstrument of choice, she began to wonder—what if she had meant the words? What if she really did wish to please him, whatever it took? For she didn’t even question his commands now—she simply followed them.
But then, what choice did she have? She’d accepted from the start that as long asshe was chained, she had to obey. And she still feared finding out the consequences if she did not.
He returned with a familiar riding crop—only it seemed much longer ago than lastnight that he’d used it on her.
“Wh-what now?” she asked over her shoulder, her cunt still pulsing madly.
He snapped the crop across her ass—a sting that shocked…yet echoed through her body in an oddly pleasurable way, intensifying the raging fire between her legs. “You shall see ‘what now’ when I choose to reveal it,” he replied in a harsh voice.
When he fed her, it seemed he turned softer for some reason, but now he’d transformed back into his more severe self again, ready to remind her who was in charge—as if she might have somehow forgotten.
Starting at the inside of one knee, her captor dragged the length of the braided cropslowly up her sensitive thigh. She hissed her pleasure when it pressed against her cunt, or at least against the chain that stretched through it.
“Your pussy looks so pretty bound for me,” he said from behind her, almost as if reading her mind.
Are you going to keep me tied up forever? No, she still couldn’t ask. She was certain she’d pay for the question if she did. Instead, she formulated the correct answer. “I’mglad it pleases you.”
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“Mmm, indeed,” he said on a hot little growl that, amazingly, made her cunt throb against the thin links, as well as the crop, even more than it already was.
Next, he ran the fringed tip of the crop from her neck slowly down the arch of her back and up onto her ass, where it collided with the center chain, adding even more pressure, especially when he reached her anus. She bit her lip at the unanticipated sensation, holding back her moan. She hadn’t known…or ever even thought about that part of the body bringing pleasure. She’d thought it had one not-particularly-sensual use and that was all. Why did it suddenly feel so good, and so much like it wanted even more attention?
Ignore it. Your senses are on overload. He’s got you so sexually wound up that your poor body doesn’t even know anymore which parts are supposed to be the pleasure-seeking ones.
“Does your little asshole feel good, vixen?” As he asked, he—dear Ares!—pushed the tip of one finger inside it.
She clenched her teeth against the sensation as she tried to fight back her shock. “No.”
Quick as that, his finger left and he swatted her ass with the crop. She flinched as the confusing pleasure-pain vibrated through her. “Ow! What was that for?”
She looked over her shoulder in time to see him bend forward and bestow a small
bite on her bottom. Stunning, piercing pleasure echoed outward as their eyes met. “Lying,” he said.
She turned back away from him and swallowed. He knew it felt good? She must be even worse at hiding her reactions than she thought. And did he want it to feel good? Was it supposed to?
“May I …ask a question?” she asked, still poised on hands and knees.
“All right.” He drew little circles on her ass with the tip of the crop.
“That particular spot,” she began uncertainly, “it…it is a spot of pleasure? A… normal spot of pleasure? For many people?”
His rich, mocking laughter washed over her, making her feel like an idiot. “Well, at least now I know of another orifice on your body that has not been breached.”
“Nothing on me has been breached!” she snapped, anger getting the best of her. “Before you, anyway!”
This time the crop came down hard on her rear, making her squeal in pain. “Quiet,” he said. “I’ll decide your innocence in my own way, vixen. You are not to comment on it. Do you understand?”
She let out a sigh. Oh, the insufferable man! She feared he would be the death of
her.
“I said, do you understand?” Another—lighter—snap of the riding tool came, this one
vibrating through her more like usual—a bit of pain, a burst o
f pleasant heat.
“Yes,” she whispered.
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“Good.” His voice came softer, too, and he rubbed the length of the crop in the crack of her ass as if giving her a little reward. The stimulation felt so wonderful that she found herself arching her bottom against it, longing to feel the pressure deeper, wanting the crop to rub the chain more vigorously across the tiny fissure there.
The next thing she knew, Ralen was climbing up on the table behind her, balancing on his knees, bending to deliver a shockingly gentle kiss to the side of her ass that had not yet been swatted or bitten or rubbed at all. A sharp moan left her—how could it feel so delicious, coursing through her like a river of delight? Then his fingers played at the center of her rear, raking the chain aside from the opening, a move which pulled it tighter against her cunt. She battled the urge to rock against it, to stimulate her pussy against the links, and barely managed to resist.
But she couldn’t hold back the question that now nagged at her, because—drat it all—she missed, desperately missed, the press of the chain up the valley of her ass. “What are you going to do to me now?” she asked over her shoulder.
His dark gaze met hers. “I’m going to fuck your pretty ass with the crop.”
Abject shock sliced through her. He was going to do what with the crop? Put it inside her? There?
She knew horror shone in her eyes, but he didn’t smile, didn’t frown, simply
lowered another little bite to her ass and said, “Turn back around, vixen.”
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For a moment, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. This was impossible. She’d been stunned enough when he’d pushed the tip of his finger in there—he couldn’t put an object in. Could he?
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