by Dawn Ryder
The plate in front of her was all meat. She stared at the abundance of protein and was caught by two different emotions. Submitting to his dictates made her angry but Chanah couldn’t quite get past the fact that he must be paying for the expensive food and was offering it to her, instead of keeping it for himself. She would be able to provide him with sex on thin vegetable soup—Chanah would not expect meat unless she was carrying his child. Even then, the protein would be for the baby, not her. A captive just couldn’t expect any better.
“My name is Talon.”
Chanah’s jaw dropped open. Talon was watching her face and his lips curved up into a grin as he popped a round ball of bread into his mouth. The little amused expression transformed his face. Because he was in such extreme condition, he had always looked so fierce, but with a grin on his lips his face took on a boyish charm that caused her lips to return his grin.
“Did you masturbate in your bath?”
Chanah felt her cheeks flood with color as she choked on her food. Talon frowned at her as one of his dark eyebrow rose in question.
“What bothers you, Chanah? We have engaged in sex. Since you still wear your training harness I was wondering if you masturbated to relieve your tension.”
Chanah swallowed and tried to overcome her sensibilities. It was such a forbidden topic but there was a part of her that felt cherished by his asking after her needs—however private she might consider them. Chanah shook her head and filled her mouth with some meat to avoid answering with her voice. Talon’s lips rose into another grin as he pointed an eating knife at her.
“Ah, Chanah, open discussion can be quite stimulating, maybe even seductive.”
“You looked up the meaning of seduction while I bathed, didn’t you?” Her voice practically squeaked as Chanah felt her nipples tighten into hard little peaks. Oh, if Talon took the time to court her on top of the effect he already wielded over her flesh, she would melt at his feet. It was almost frightening to think about how controlling that combination might be if it were applied correctly.
Chanah felt her eyes widen. One little day as a captive and she was broken. Just yesterday morning she would have laughed hysterically if anyone had told her that she could be so taken with any male, and here she sat thinking that Talon could melt her if he applied his charm to her.
All amusement dissipated from Talon’s face. He studied her with his multicolored eyes for a moment before he flattened his hands on the tabletop. “I have spent years planning for the day I would bring you here, Chanah.”
“You mean a captive, not me. You do not know me.”
Talon nodded in agreement. “Yet that does not change the fact that I have been preparing this living space and my life for the day that I captured a trophy. Not knowing who it would be does not change the amount of time I have invested in getting ready for our relationship.”
“Tro-phy?” Chanah’s voice was a mere whisper now. Had Talon really called her a trophy? That was worse then being his pet.
Talon frowned as her distress bothered him. “Yes, you are my trophy.”
Chanah surged to her feet with outrage and the training harness slithered up her slit. She gasped as a flame of need burned through her pussy and Talon’s eyes dropped to the little points her hard nipples made in the soft fabric of her robe. Emotion was cresting inside her like a tide coming in ahead of a storm. She wanted to dig her fingers into the expensive food and throw it at his possessive attitude. “I am not your possession!”
Talon’s hand snaked around her wrist and yanked her against his body. He pushed his chair away from the table with one foot and she tumbled into his wide chest as he captured her wiggling body with a firm arm around her waist. Chanah ended up sitting on one of his hard thighs as his fingers cupped her chin to bring their eyes into line.
“Yes, you are, Chanah.” Talon said each word like an order she was expected to remember and obey. “I am a hunter and you are my trophy. The most important thing I have trained for is to earn the privilege of touching. In this sphere, possessing a trophy is the greatest of achievements and I have spent countless hours working towards the day I would place you in my life. You are much more than a thing, you are a goal and an inspiration and you are my trophy.”
Talon leaned his head in towards her neck and inhaled deeply. Heat surged up over her anger as Chanah watched his eyes close to slits and desire drew his face taut once again. Fluid coated the walls of her pussy in response as her clit pulsed with the need to attract his attention.
His mouth landed on hers but it was not hard. Instead Talon kissed her deeply, slipping the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip before pressing her lips to part and allow him to taste her mouth. Need blossomed up from her pussy to kiss him back, not just be tasted but to let her tongue trace the length of his and draw reaction from him as she had done last night. Her hands crept up against her pride’s lamenting and stroked the firm muscle of his shoulders. A little mutter of delight shook her as her fingertips found his strength and that fed her need to let her mouth open for his kiss. The hand holding her chin moved to cup her head as Talon tipped her neck back and his tongue thrust into her mouth.
Chanah felt her pussy contract with the need to be invaded as well. The firm stroke of his tongue was so similar to the way his cock had filled her last night. Both fed her need as the female to be impaled by the harder flesh of the male. It was a deeply ingrained urge that Chanah didn’t even attempt to fend off. It was a part of her, there was no ignoring the clamoring of her body as she sent the tip of her tongue along the length of his and she felt his shoulders shudder in response.
Talon suddenly surged up from his chair and took her with him. Her body didn’t slow him down as he held her clasped to his length with one arm and he took another deep sniff of her scent before she was free. He bent at the knees and her robe went up over her head a second later. Chanah raised her hands as Talon pulled the thing up and over her head.
That simply, she was nude. Gooseflesh covered her skin as she shivered at the pure helplessness she felt right then. She was surrounded by his superior strength, actually drawn to it, needing it. It made Talon’s possession so much more intense because she didn’t want to escape from him. Raw desire flashed from his eyes as he fingered her hard nipples. Sensation shot down her spine into her pussy making it contract with need.
Caught in the blaze of desire, Chanah felt her boldness rising up again. She reached for the swollen bulge of his crotch and slid her hand over it. Talon sucked his breath in as she reached the top of his cock and then pressed her hand down to the base of it. Beneath the fabric of his uniform pants, she felt the organ give a twitch of appreciation.
“Take your clothing off, Talon.” Chanah enjoyed the flash of surprise that crossed Talon’s face. She stroked his crotch once more as she shifted one of her feet across the floor because she knew he would smell her arousal even more when she moved.
“Is this part of your relationship rules, Chanah? A change in roles between players?” Talon grinned at her smug smile as he took a step back and began to open his shirt. Chanah felt her breath lodge in her throat as his chest was bared to her eyes. Last night it had stunned her but in the bright light of day, she was mesmerized by the sculpted perfection he had hidden under his shirt.
Talon tossed the garment aside as he propped one of his boots onto the chair and unfastened it. The opposite one followed immediately as he took to disrobing like a timed exercise. Thirty seconds later, there was only hot male skin for her eyes to linger over as Chanah dropped her gaze to his cock. It rose proudly in the morning air, the head ruby-red with its ridge of skin.
“Is that what you wanted, Chanah?”
Chanah nodded her head as she tried to decide what to touch first. The space between them bothered her immensely. Her skin cried out for the warmth of his.
“Ah, so now it would be my turn to dictate.” Chanah’s eyes flew back up his body to his face as Talon propped his hands onto his hips. “
Kneel in front of me and suck my cock.”
Chanah gasped but she wasn’t too sure if it was with anticipation or shock. Her eyes dropped down to his cock as she remembered the way she’d taken control last night with the hard erection inside her mouth. Submitting meant taking their lovemaking into her hands. It was an interesting mixture of excitement that had her kneeling in front of Talon as her hands closed around his cock.
Talon sucked in his breath as her fingers slid down to the base of the staff and she leaned forward to lick the slit on top. Another harsh breath made her bold and Chanah opened her mouth to take the swollen head between her lips. Talon’s hips gave a jerk as he thrust his cock towards her mouth and she relaxed her jaw to take more of his staff. The warm scent of her own arousal filled her nose as she sucked on his cock and worked her fingers on the portion that didn’t fit into her mouth. Chanah flicked her tongue around the crown as Talon’s hips thrust his cock in and out of her mouth and his hand twisted in her hair. She could hear his breathing becoming more labored and tried to take even more of his length but his hands suddenly pulled her head away from his cock.
“Not yet, Chanah. My seed is going to be pumped into your pussy this time.” His voice was harsh and Chanah shivered as she recognized that Talon was past allowing her to control their mating. Raw need burned in his eyes as he held onto her hair and made certain she saw his eyes. There was something about the way he spoke to her that drove her into a frenzy of need. Never once had a male dared to use such base words as pussy or fuck with her but Talon said them like a warning. Chanah was almost positive he was daring her to refuse him.
Talon enjoyed the sight of Chanah on her knees in front of him. His cock was shiny from her sucking and the need to fuck her was raging through his brain, threatening to snap every thread of control he’d ever had. The scent of her pussy rose thickly from her spread thighs and the little strips of leather running down her hips suddenly enraged him. No one and nothing belonged on her flesh but him.
Hooking his hands under her arms, Talon pulled her from her knees. He growled next to her neck as he took a long breath and savored the scent of her pussy. He reached behind her and found the eating knife lying on the table. Tightening his grip on it, he slid the blade under the leather strapping of her training harness.
Chanah gasped as Talon cut the thing from her body. He tossed the knife aside as he turned and sat down in the chair. His hand clamped onto the curve of her hip as he pulled her towards his body with its erect cock. “Ride me.” His words were an order and her body leapt to obey. Talon grasped his cock as Chanah moved over his bent thighs. Standing over the chair made her spread her legs wide and the folds of her slit opened as Talon fit the head of his cock against the opening to her pussy.
“Sit.” Talon didn’t wait for her to comply. He grasped both sides of her hips and pressed her down onto his cock. Her pussy was filled with a twist of pain as the newly stretched skin protested the invasion of his cock but his length slid along her clit and ritith as she was pulled down, making it a temporary discomfort.
“Now, Chanah, fuck me.” Talon stared into her eyes as he held her hips to balance her on his lap. He began to spread his knees apart and that forced her thighs to wrap around his waist. Her feet still touched the floor giving her the ability to do exactly what he’d told her to do, control their speed of fucking.
A hard smack landed on her right bottom cheek and Chanah surged up off his cock. Talon allowed her to rise until only the head of his cock was still inside her and then he pressed her back down. She landed in his lap as she gasped in outrage but the spot on her bottom that he’d hit was actually feeding the need twisting her clit. Talon’s multicolored eyes studied her face a moment before she felt the hand on her left hip leave and she knew it was going to land on her bottom.
“Fuck me, Chanah. Ride me while I give you a little taste of my discipline.” His hand smacked her bottom and she lifted off his cock. Talon pressed her back down to the base and then smacked her right cheek again. Chanah sobbed as her pussy sent another wave of fluid down its walls. The spanking was adding to the pleasure, making her quiver in anticipation of the next blow.
“Ah, Chanah, admit you like being mastered.”
She whimpered but bit her lower lip instead of answering. Talon could see the need swimming through her dark eyes but he needed to hear her say it. He rubbed her hot bottom as she rose up and down on his cock but it wasn’t enough and a little whimper came from her lips. Talon raised an eyebrow at her.
“I like it.”
Talon smacked her bottom and she lifted and then plunged back onto his cock. Climax was taunting her with the pleasure of release but it wouldn’t claim her without his spanking. “Spank me, Talon.”
His hand landed on her bottom and she yelped but her clit twisted as she drove her pussy onto his cock and Talon smacked her once more. Pleasure bit into her as her pussy clamped around his cock but he didn’t shoot his seed into her. Chanah cried out as pleasure shook her body and Talon rubbed the smarting flesh of her bottom. Somehow, she’d known he wouldn’t come as she rode him. The hunter in him needed to fuck her before true satisfaction would cause his seed to erupt.
Talon stood up with her still on his cock. “Lock your thighs around my waist, Chanah.” She twisted her arms around his neck too and Talon growled as he stood with her clinging to him in the tightest of embraces. Her pussy was still gently milking his cock and he snarled at the pressing need to come. Not yet. He wanted to fuck her, spread her thighs and watch her breasts jiggle as his cock rammed in and out of her. Turning around, he sent the half-eaten food onto the floor as he laid her out on the table.
“Raise your hands and grab the end of the table.” Chanah lifted pleasure-dazed eyes to his as she started to obey but stopped as she realized how vulnerable it would make her. Talon pulled his cock from her body and made sure his length slid along her ritith as he did it. A little sob came from her lips as her clit demanded more friction. “Do it, Chanah, lay your body out like a trophy.”
Chanah gasped but her arms were already lifting. Talon filled her pussy with his cock and she listened to her own cry as pleasure began to demand another moment as supreme ruler over her brain. Nothing mattered but the promise that was flickering in Talon’s eyes. Her hand found the table edge as he grinned at her compliance. “Very good.”
And then he fucked her. It was hard and almost brutal but Talon held his body away from that fine line as he slammed his hips between her spread thighs. The room was filled with his soft snarls of enjoyment as Chanah watched him stare at her breasts as they bounced with the motion of his thrusting. The little ritith in her clit suddenly buzzed to life as Talon growled and shoved his cock deep into her pussy. His hands held her hips in place as his seed began to spurt into her womb. The vibration shoved her into another climax as her pussy contracted desperately around his cock, pulling his seed deeper into her body. Those moments of blinding pleasure were huge eternities where all they had to cling to were each other. Chanah clasped her legs around Talon as her hands closed around the hard muscle of his forearms. Her fingertips seeking out confirmation of his superior strength as her body milked his cock and her bottom lifted from the table surface to ensure she was impaled completely.
The ritith went still once again as Chanah gasped for breath. She didn’t much care that she was lying across the table, in fact she had enjoyed being displayed to Talon’s eyes. She was slightly shocked to find that truth inside herself but she had felt so powerful being the center of his attention. Someone might argue that she had been helpless but Chanah knew what she’d felt as she reached for the edge of the table and put her body on display. Her head was turned slightly and she saw the ruined training harness lying on the floor. A smile split her lips in response. Talon turned his head to see what prompted her pleasure and he nodded his head with a sharp motion. His hands left her hips and smoothed up her torso until he cupped her breasts.
“I believe I am going to
enjoy training you with my hands far more.” His fingers pinched her nipples as he watched for her reaction. Excitement flickered in her belly as Chanah recognized that Talon watched far more intently than any male she had ever met. It was more than the eye of her captor—right then he was judging her response to his attention on her nipples. The word he used was trophy, but Chanah was finding it hard to maintain her displeasure for the word when Talon was so focused on her. Considering what he managed to do to her body, maybe being his trophy wasn’t such a bad place to be.
A bell sounded and Talon groaned. He gave her breasts a last smoothing caress before he pulled his cock out of her body and offered her a hand. Chanah was already laying her palm into his before she realized he’d offered the gesture out of pure kindness. His fingers closed around her hand as he pulled her to a sitting position.
“Find your robe, we have guests.”
Chanah looked at the food on the floor and giggled. Talon was stepping into his pants as he looked at her. “Maybe we’d better not invite anyone into the kitchen, Talon.” It was funny how a little thing like using his name could change their relationship. Yet it had. It was a gift that Chanah wasn’t so blind as to overlook the significance of it. Talon had done it because she wanted him to.
Talon grinned at her as he tucked his cock behind his fly. Her clit gave a little flicker of regret and Chanah sighed at herself. One day and she was transforming into a brazen female who thought only with her clit. Yesterday, life could be faced rather cheerfully without sex. Now she craved it.
Well, she craved Talon. Odd and unexpected but she was finding her captor more to her liking, and it was more than the pleasure he unleashed in her body. A little half-laugh got caught in her throat as she stepped past her discarded training harness and picked up her robe. Talon wasn’t unbendable. Her feelings mattered and while the man might call her a trophy, there was obviously more than one meaning for the term.