by Solange Ayre
Her movements brought her aching, needy breasts closer to his lips. His eyes widened. Pointing his tongue, he swirled it over each nipple.
Ash pulled on the ropes but could barely move more than an inch or two. The moisture in her channel increased as she thought about how she must look to him. In this position, her naked breasts were doubly exposed for his inspection.
He sat on the side of the bed, his long hair falling forward as he lowered his head to her left nipple. He suckled hard while his fingers toyed with her other breast. She cried out, arousal filling her.
He drew back to see what his attentions had done. Ash gazed downward. Her nipples were rosy and erect, swollen with longing.
“Like two luscious strawberries.” He lowered his head again.
His sucking quest of her engorged peaks evoked sensations that sizzled directly to her every nerve. Remembering how he’d felt inside her only moments ago, she ached to feel his thick cock plunging into her again. She moved her hips restlessly.
He drew back, touching the side of her face. “I prefer you remain still. Or must I tie your ankles as well?”
“Perhaps you should,” she breathed. The thought of being unable to move more than an inch or so, while he was free to do whatever he wanted, increased the blaze building inside her.
“Yes, that will be best.” He raised her right calf and held it in his hand, kissing her ankle. His warm lips lingered on the arch of her foot. She whimpered, enjoying his touch but wishing he would fondle her greedy channel.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded. A little hesitantly, she did so. He spoke again and soon her ankles were secured with ropes.
“Can you move, my Queen?”
“Not easily.” She wriggled in her bonds but was only able to raise her hips an inch. Trembling with need, she hoped he would thrust into her again. She wanted him the way a drowning man craved air. If he didn’t take her soon, she would be forced to beg him.
He looked at her for a long moment, passion kindling in his dark eyes. Reaching down, he brushed her nether curls with the back of his hand, making her shudder with anticipation. More quickly than she could recite a two-word spell, the teasing caress made her hot and eager.
“Have you a hand mirror?” she asked. “I would like to see how I look.”
The corners of his delectable mouth quirked up. “I need no mirror to show you.” Placing his palms on either side of her head, he said, “Shut your eyes.”
When she did so, images invaded her mind. She saw herself spread-eagled to the bed, her rounded limbs rosy against the white sheets, her pussy open and glistening with arousal. She experienced his overwhelming eagerness to thrust into her and his barely controlled determination to make them both wait.
“You ache for me,” she breathed. “Just the way I ache for you.”
“Indeed. But I have always believed that ‘hunger is the sharpest sauce’. Do not fret, dear lady—I will take you with great vigor—but only after we both nearly perish from starvation.”
He lowered his head and gave her a lingering kiss on her mouth. She stroked her tongue against his, submitting to another onslaught of feverish desire. He followed with hard, sucking nibbles to her neck and shoulders that made her shake with pleasure.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes…oh, yes.”
“You can’t stop me—can you?”
“No, my lord wizard. I am at your mercy.”
“How beautiful you look with my ropes around you!” He moved down to her navel, insinuating his tongue inside the depression, licking and sucking until she wanted to sob with frustration.
“Please—I want your cock so much!”
“In good time.”
He lowered his head to her sex and then his tongue, warm and wet, began a languid rhythm that made her dizzy with pure sensation.
Thank the Goddess! Finally his tongue’s skilled caresses soothed her need.
A moan escaped her throat. His tongue stroked her again and she strained to open her thighs farther, urging him to do more. Her craving grew. She would have begged him to continue if he’d stopped. But he didn’t stop. He caressed her over and over while her desire rose to unbearable heights.
His hands moved underneath her buttocks, forcing her against his mouth. His tongue plunged in and out of her dripping, swollen pussy, fucking her like a short, fat cock.
She churned her hips, her body shaking.
He raised his head. “Too much moving about,” he admonished her. “You must hold still.”
“I can’t,” she gasped.
“Try harder or I will stop.” His tone was severe.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping still as he returned to his caresses. The effort made her tremble and yet somehow increased her arousal.
Just when her body was close to orgasm, he drew back. “You’re not going to stop, are you?” she cried.
“You’ve had enough of that for now.”
A sob escaped her. “You are very cruel.”
He smiled. “Cruel to be kind, my Queen. When I finally ride your lovely body, the pleasure will be overwhelming, heightened by the anticipation it fed on.” He touched the side of her face with gentle fingers. “Are you willing to take my cock in your mouth now?”
“If I do, will you make love to me afterward?”
“Yes, very soon.” His fingers played with her mound, making her shudder with longing. “Do you wish to be filled, my Queen?”
“I long for you so badly, I might die of it.”
He looked down at her, narrowing his eyes. “Wait for a moment.” He went to his wooden chest in the corner. When he returned, she saw what he held and gasped. It was a phallus made of crystal, not quite as large as Kardos’ erect cock but painstakingly carved to look real. The mushroom head was topped with a tiny hole.
He held it to her lips. “Show me how you will do what I asked of you.”
Hesitantly she opened her mouth. Extending her tongue, she licked around the bulbous head. When he held it closer, she covered her teeth with her lips and sucked several inches of the hard crystal inside. Her tongue played over the underside of the phallus as she moved her head up and down.
“Nicely done.” Kardos drew the phallus away, wet with her saliva. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows.
Although he hadn’t spoken, she knew what he wanted to do. He held the smooth phallus against the entrance to her sex, rubbing it teasingly against her eager, swollen lips. She longed for fulfillment so badly that she made no protest when he slowly slid it inside her. She moaned, enjoying how it filled her channel. Her breath caught as she waited for him to move it up and down, knowing an orgasm would overwhelm her soon.
“You must not experience your climax until I thrust my cock inside you,” he said. “Do you understand?”
“Yes but…” Her inner muscles clutched the phallus. She wanted so much to feel the orgasm she knew was close.
“Do not disobey me,” he warned. Positioning himself on the bed as though he were going to take her, he moved his body upward until his organ pressed temptingly against her lips.
She opened her mouth and teased the head of his cock with her tongue until a pearly bead of liquid appeared. She licked it away, making a deep noise of satisfaction in her throat.
He groaned, lowering himself then drawing backward. He moved in and out of her mouth, again and again. She had no control over his movements with her arms bound and spread. All she could do was take whatever he chose to give.
“Your mouth is so tight and hot.” As he drew back their eyes met. His black eyes blazed with excitement.
Invigorated, she laved his hot, hard cock with her tongue. His skin was soft but underneath it his organ was as hard as the crystal phallus still lodged in her channel.
Sweat glistened on his chest. His desperate gasps filled her ears. Triumph filled her as she realized how much pleasure she was giving him. Ecstasy flooded her in return. She s
ucked on him eagerly, her lips pressing on his cock as his rhythm increased.
Waves of arousal coursed through her. She bucked her hips, squeezing the phallus with her inner muscles.
Goddess, she was so close. She needed to climax. She would die if she couldn’t have her pleasure…
He stopped moving, withdrawing completely from her mouth. “Have you disobeyed me?” he demanded.
She blinked at the severe tone of his voice. “No!”
“You were very close.” He moved away from her and removed the phallus.
She moaned, hating the feeling of emptiness. “I don’t wish to wait any longer.”
He looked at her, a hint of a smile raising the corners of his lips. “You must learn control.” Rising he left the bed.
“Come back,” she pleaded.
“I shall return when we are both calmer. I wish to savor our time together, dear lady. There is no hurry tonight.”
Oh yes, there is. I promised to bring you those lattals. She recalled the excuse she’d prepared in advance. “I share a bedchamber with my sister. If I am not with her by eleven o’clock, she will be alarmed.”
His brows rose skeptically. “Are you certain you are not returning to a lover…or a husband?”
“If I had either one, I would never cuckold him,” she replied, indignant at the very thought.
His gaze met hers, an arrested look in his dark eyes. “Pardon me. I misspoke.” He went to the table at the other end of the room and poured wine from a decanter into a silver goblet. “Are you thirsty, my Queen?”
Her mouth was indeed dry. “Yes,” she murmured.
He came to her. Raising her shoulders as much as the ropes allowed, he held the goblet to her lips. She savored the sweet Arduan wine and licked her lips when her draught was finished.
He stood looking down at her, holding the goblet by the stem. His cock was dark and engorged, the head pointing at her. How could he restrain himself? Oh, how she longed to feel his powerful thrusts.
“Why do you not drink?” she asked.
“I prefer a living goblet.” He tipped the goblet, letting the wine dribble into the depression of her navel. She caught her breath. The wine had tasted warm in her mouth but felt chilly against her skin. Bending down, he lowered his head. Long strokes of his tongue teased the liquid from her body. She groaned, acutely aware of the insistent throbbing in her pussy.
How could he make her wait like this? She writhed in her bonds. “Please!”
“You are very impatient, dear lady. But you have done everything I asked, so now I shall indulge your wishes. Tell me what you want.”
Does he mean it? She gazed at his ruddy organ. “Your cock inside me. Fucking me. Not just once. Over and over.”
She trembled with anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs. He teased her by holding the head of his cock against her slit, moving in tiny circles without entering her channel.
Even that gentle motion was so good, she feared she’d climax before he thrust into her.
“Please!” she gasped. “Give me your cock!”
He kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth. She moved under him, rubbing against the rounded head of his cock, encouraging him to claim her.
“I cannot delay a moment longer.” With one long thrust he was inside her. She welcomed his forceful invasion with a gush of dew. She couldn’t believe how thick and hard he felt inside her tight channel. She clenched around him, throbbing with deeply fulfilling pleasure.
He pulled back, the friction of his cock giving her intense gratification.
“Please—more,” she begged him.
He plunged in hard. She struggled to raise her hips, trying to heighten every sensation.
He took up a fast rhythm that filled her with delight. He rode her mercilessly, pounding into her and pulling out quickly, his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. She cried out as her pleasure spiraled out of control. Goddess, how she loved his deep strokes as he fucked her.
“You’re so tight…so hot.” His harsh breathing sounded in her ears as he thrust into her again and again.
At last. His every rhythmic movement bound them together. Her heart filled with joy. He’s mine, as I’ve always wanted.
She shivered in her bonds, straining against the ropes that held her tied. He was totally in command while she was helpless and that knowledge added to her incredible pleasure.
The sensations escalated. She responded to each thrust with a full-throated cry, unable to control herself. She arched her back, trying to accept every inch of his wondrous cock.
“Take your release now, my Queen.” He plunged deep, grinding against her swollen nub.
His powerful thrust took her over the edge. With one last guttural cry, she froze. Time stopped as an orgasm shuddered through her.
The searing pleasure shook her like repeated bolts of lightning. She bore down on his cock, moving against the steely hardness as much as the ropes allowed, panting as the jolts swept through her again and again.
If a couple is meant for each other…the Goddess grants them wondrous climaxes that shake their very souls.
Now she understood exactly what he’d meant.
When the sensations finally subsided, she moved her head to look at her lover. His chest glistened with sweat. The muscles of his arms were taut as he thrust one last time, then stiffened.
He let out a prolonged groan. Moving one hand to cup the side of her face, he gasped out a word of power.
Her eyes widened. She shared his delight at the way her channel caressed him like a sheath of hot velvet, his overwhelming satisfaction as fiery pleasure rushed down his cock. When he released deep inside her throbbing pussy, she experienced his ecstasy.
Chapter Four
Kardos spoke a word, his voice slow and heavy. The ropes disappeared. Ash stretched her arms and legs luxuriously, her body still quivering from their incredible climaxes.
She turned on her side, limp and satiated. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispered.
He put his arm around her. He didn’t answer in words but the way he caressed her as he held her from behind revealed his emotions. She lay still, enjoying the hot press of his body against her back.
His caresses along the plane of her hip made her catch her breath. Then his hand moved slowly upward, exploring the long inward curve of her waist. Her eyes half-closed as she drank in the soothing touch.
He moved his hand to hers, lightly stroking her fingers. She prayed he would continue.
His palm encircled her wrist, as though he recalled where his magical ropes had bound her. She sighed with elated satisfaction as he caressed her arm, then fondled her shoulder with infinite gentleness.
She’d never felt less like leaving a warm bed.
She’d never felt less like leaving him.
As his apprentice, she’d thought her emotions for him were strong. Now she knew she’d merely skimmed the surface of love. He’d given her his body and she’d given him her soul in return. She would kill to protect him, give her own life to save him from harm.
What would he do if she revealed her masquerade? Would he be angry? His temper, although slow to rise, could be fearsome. Once she’d spilled a potion he’d been working on for two days. He’d seared her with words and then sent her upstairs to clean the pigeon loft.
The thought of spoiling the most wonderful evening of her life with her confession made her shudder.
His arm tightened around her. “I wish you would stay with me, dear lady.” The longing in his voice almost cracked her heart.
“I cannot.”
He sighed, his lips nuzzling her shoulder.
Could she bear to venture out into the cold night?
He relaxed his hold. His breathing deepened. After a while, she was certain he slept.
She slipped from beneath his arm, pausing once to make sure he didn’t stir.
Tears burned her eyes. She would have liked nothing better than to
snuggle close beside him all night, perhaps waking occasionally for more of his wonderful lovemaking.
But duty intruded.
Swiftly she donned her clothing. Once she was ready to go, she paused by the bed. Her gaze lingered on his lean cheeks, his lordly nose, his sensual mouth. Bending, she brushed a strand of dark hair back from his face and kissed him softly on the lips.
“I love you,” she whispered.
A moment later she was fleeing down the hall to her bedchamber. She changed back into her boy’s clothing, adding a cloak to hide her blonde hair.
Kardos’ pass allowed her to leave the mansion. Ash clutched her protective amulet as she hurried through the cobblestone streets of Glaventown, heading toward the forest.
Everyone knew that spirits walked freely on Hallow’s Day. No doubt the folk in her village, after enjoying the twilight All Hallow’s Day festival, had retreated inside for the evening. Candles in the windows warded off the posrita, the ghosts of criminals who had been hanged, and the chozrem, wraith-victims of murderers.
The moon was undependable tonight, frequently darting behind thick clouds. Ash gritted her teeth to keep them from chattering. Just a few months ago, she and Kardos had roamed the forest near his cottage late one evening, searching for night-blooming toadstools.
You weren’t afraid then, she reminded herself.
But I wasn’t alone, either.
Once she left Glaventown behind, tall grass brushed her knees as she hurried toward the forest. The dark trees seemed to congregate together like a quorum of twisted giants.
I need to find a tree and pick two lattals. What can be easier?
Dry leaves crunched under her boots as she entered the forest. She felt as though she disturbed a living being. Recalling Kardos’ words about the wizards who had cast spells on the woods, she stepped more softly.
Was something peering at her from behind that stump? She was sure she felt eyes watching her.
Stop it, Ash. You’re letting your imagination frighten you.
Pulling her cloak tighter, she brushed her palm over the hilt of the knife that hung from her belt.
Nothing can hurt you.
Just to make sure, she muttered a protection spell. Your master wouldn’t have sent you here if there was any real danger.