by Mari Carr
What kind of wanton woman had she become?
What was he doing to her?
“Almost there,” he whispered, gently guiding the plug until she was filled completely. Once he finished, he soothingly massaged her buttocks again.
“Lie back down,” he said, pushing her lightly on the bed. She struggled to accommodate the large plug inside her, feeling more than a little uncomfortable.
Once he had her tucked back up against him, he asked, “Are you okay?” with such concern, Jules felt her heart swell.
“I’m fine,” she whispered hoarsely. “Ross,” she started to say, words failing her.
“What, Brown Eyes?” He kissed the top of her head.
“Do men like that? I mean—being with women that way?” She was suddenly very afraid Ross would think less of her for allowing him to do such an unspeakable thing to her.
He tipped her face up to his with his finger on her chin. “I can’t speak for all men, but I want you every way a man can have a woman, Jules. It may seem primitive or uncivilized, but I don’t think I’ll be able to rest until I’ve possessed every part of you—your mouth, your pussy, your ass, all of you. You’ve lit a fire in my soul and it will consume me if I don’t quench it. Does that make any sense?” His eyes filled with apprehension.
“Yes,” she whispered, lightly kissing his lips. “I feel exactly the same way.”
He smiled, returning her light kiss. “Can you sleep? With it inside you?”
She nodded shyly. “Yes.”
“Good,” he replied lightly, the real Ross reappearing, “because I don’t think I can wait much longer to have you there. I don’t want to hurt you and this will help. Have I told you lately how incredible you are?”
“Not in the last couple of hours,” she teased.
“You’re incredible,” he said, so seriously she was stunned for a moment. “Go to sleep. Busy day tomorrow. Research, research, research.”
The morning sun temporarily blinded Julia as she attempted to open her eyes. She knew before she did so that she was alone in the bed. She started to sit up, forgetting about the large plug still buried deep inside her.
“Oh,” she cried.
Her distress brought Ross running from the bathroom, a towel wrapped low on his hips, half his face covered in shaving cream.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, too humiliated to actually say the words.
“I heard you cry out. Are you hurt?”
“No. I just forgot—” she waved her hands around, hoping he would understand the meaningless gesture, “—you know. I sat up too fast.”
Grinning, Ross bent down and kissed her, covering her with at least half of the shaving cream on his face.
“Hey!”
“I’ll take care of you in a minute.” He laughed at her foamy face. “Let me finish shaving first. Actually, why don’t you join me? I want to shave you as well.”
“Thanks for the invitation.” She wiped the foam off her face. “But believe it or not, under all this shaving cream, I have no facial hair.”
“I didn’t mean I’d shave your face,” he replied, obviously pleased by the blushes he managed to evoke with just a few words.
“Oh.” She was stunned by his suggestion.
“Come on.” He took her hand and pulled her to the bathroom. “First we need to get that plug out of you and then we’ll discuss the shaving.”
Forty-five minutes later, Julia found herself showered and free of not only the plug, but her pubic hair as well.
“How do I let you talk me into these things?” she muttered, pulling her terry cloth robe around her and running a comb through her freshly washed hair.
Ross grabbed her from behind to envelop her in a big bear hug, obviously delighted with his morning’s work.
“Face it, Jules,” he joked, taking the comb from her hand and throwing it on the desk, “underneath that prim exterior, you’re as big a sex maniac as me.”
“God forbid,” she replied with mock seriousness as she leaned back into his warm embrace. “What’s for breakfast?”
“You.” Before she could reply, he lifted her and carried her over to the kitchen table.
She giggled as he laid her facedown on the cool wood, then she noticed the scarves he had tied to the legs.
“Ross,” she said, trying to wiggle off the flat surface.
“That’s master to you, slave.” His voice once again took on its imperious tone. “I paid good money for you from the slave traders and I expect you will make a welcome addition to my harem. But first,” he added, a strong hand on her back holding her in place, “I must see to your bondage.”
Ross managed to tie her arms straight above her head with relative ease considering the fact, catching on quickly to his fantasy, she had begun to seriously struggle for freedom.
“That’s right, slave.” He roughly pulled her hair to give him access to her face. “Fight me. It will make it so much more satisfying when I break your will.”
“I’ll never submit,” she cried, getting into the spirit of their game, kicking away from him as best she could.
The way he tied her arms kept the upper part of her body horizontal across the tabletop, while her hips and legs lay vertical over the edge.
Gripping her feet, Ross proceeded to tie each ankle to a different corner leg on the table, leaving her ass and pussy open for his wandering hands, which continually caressed her newly bared mons and ass impersonally as if truly inspecting his purchased goods.
“A feast fit for the gods,” he proclaimed when he had her securely tied. “My servants have prepared you well for me. And now, we begin your training. This cunt,” he said, touching her roughly, “is mine. If I choose to offer you to my soldiers as a prize, you will allow them access to it. Whenever I want to taste it, you will offer it to me. And your orgasms belong to me. Only at my permission will you come.” With this, he knelt between her legs and showed his appreciation for her rich bounty, his tongue parting her wet folds to plunge inside.
“Never,” she cried, secretly enjoying his invasion of her body.
“Soon, slave,” he said roughly, “soon, you will beg.”
His knots proved well tied despite Julia’s attempts to set herself free and attack her attacker. Not out of anger at the bondage, but out of anger at his teasing touches. He kept her poised on the edge of an orgasm for close to an hour, proving his words true—she was at his mercy and she would beg.
Each time she felt herself falling off the pinnacle he backed away, bringing her down with too-soft touches that merely dampened the fire within her rather than stoking it to a roaring blaze.
Amused by her continual verbal abuse, Ross refused to be baited, refused to break character, and Julia felt sure she would kill him when he freed her. Each of her curses was met with more sensual torture.
Soon, Julia found herself begging for release as she called Ross master, promising to be a good slave at his request, promising him anything he wanted.
Apparently appeased by her surrender, Ross rose quickly and replaced his tongue with his fingers. Grateful for the sudden change, Julia choked back a sob, struggling desperately to impale herself more deeply on his thick digits, only to feel him pull away completely.
“You please me greatly, slave.” As he spoke, he retrieved a vibrator he’d brought from his bag of tricks. Pushing it firmly into her dripping pussy, he savored her moans of pleasure.
“More,” she cried, a mantra Ross was secretly coming to love as much as he loved her.
“No, slave,” he said harshly. “It is I who commands you.” Removing the small vibrator now covered with her body’s juices, he slowly slipped it into her anus. When it was fully inserted, he turned it on low, listening to her cries of delight.
“You will not come until I say. If you disobey me in this, you will be punished severely. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master,” she whimpered.
He watched her bite
back a scream as he pulled a chair over and sat behind her, watching as she writhed helplessly, attempting to rub herself against the table.
“Please,” she whispered, when he refused to move.
“Not yet. You must learn your place, slave. You belong to me.” Reaching forward, he turned up the power on the vibrator and she began to tremble with the onslaught of an orgasm.
“If you come without permission, I will beat you.”
Leaning back, he watched her desperate attempts to still the tremors in her body. Taking deep breaths, she seemed to be struggling against the oncoming climax. Once more, he increased the speed of the vibrator and she fought back a scream.
Sensing her distress, as well as his own overwhelming desire, he rose slowly. She whimpered as he approached the table.
“Good slave,” he whispered. “You’ve done well.”
Slowly, he pushed his hard erection into her mouth, savoring the tightness of her lips as she drank greedily at his cock. Forcing himself to set a slow, steady pace, Ross continued to thrust as Julia’s sobbing pleas teased his sensitive flesh. Sensing she couldn’t take any more, he pulled out, demanding, “Now, slave, come.”
The convulsions of her climax spurred him to further action as he removed the vibrator from her ass and pressed his cock in her wet pussy. His thrusts became faster and harder, each one moving the table across the room until it hit the kitchen cabinets, finally holding her still for his relentless assault.
No sooner did her orgasm end before another began. He counted five before he felt his own climax erupting inside her, powerful jets of seed filling her womb. His cries mingled with hers, his sweat pouring down onto her damp body.
For several long moments neither of them moved, and Ross suspected Julia had actually lost consciousness for a few seconds.
When he finally felt the strength returning to his limbs, he untied her arms and legs, helping her to the bed, where he massaged the tension of her bondage away.
She was nearly asleep when she mumbled something. Something that sounded very much to Ross like, “I love you, master.”
Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Ross lightly kissed her sleeping face before whispering his reply, well aware she wouldn’t remember her words or his when she awoke. “I love you too, Brown Eyes.”
Chapter Eight
The next few days passed in a timeless sort of quality—Ross and Julia’s newfound relationship thriving in a magical world of undeniable lust and exciting fantasies. Although neither of them had truly spoken the words aloud, Ross couldn’t help but hope his love-scarred beauty was coming around.
Each day they awoke to make love, followed by food, some light activity—usually him chopping wood and shoveling snow while she wrote—then more food and more sex. Although it hadn’t snowed again, the blizzard had dropped at least a foot and a half of snow on the ground, leaving them completely stranded. Not that he was in a hurry to return to the real world.
Neither of them mentioned what would happen when they made their way back to New York. Ross attempted to bring up the subject a few times, but each time, Julia managed to change the topic.
Unwilling to risk the rapport they’d built over the past week, Ross finally let the subject drop for good. His intentions toward her had not changed, but instead they had solidified to such a point that he felt certain he would not rest until he convinced her to marry him.
During the hours they spent out of bed, they talked about their lives, more deeply than they had in all their years as just friends. Ross told her about his childhood, growing up with four younger siblings and two very loving parents. Julia marveled that she’d never met any of Ross’s family and he even surprised her by inviting her to a family reunion planned over Easter break.
Julia told him about her parents for the first time, even talking about the night they’d died. She’d never shared her thoughts, fears and feelings of that painful night with anyone and Ross held her as she cried, her emotions raw from the intensity of her revelations.
As they cuddled in front of the fire, Ross asked, “What’s your ultimate sexual fantasy?”
Despite all they had shared together, Julia was still a bit shy regarding her sexuality and desires and Ross hoped to break her of that completely before they left the cabin. He wanted her to feel comfortable enough with him that she could share her innermost thoughts and hopes without trepidation or fear.
“Fantasy? I don’t know,” she answered after a few moments, although Ross could see she clearly did know.
“Tell me,” he prodded. “Everyone has some deep, dark fantasy. Lord knows I’ve tried most of mine with you in the past week. What’s yours?”
“I wouldn’t say we’ve indulged all of yours,” she answered, in what he suspected was an attempt to change the subject. Although she’d worn the butt plug for a couple of hours each day, they’d yet to have anal sex.
Somehow the time had never seemed right. Ross sensed she was still slightly uneasy with the thought and he didn’t want to rush her.
“Nice try,” he replied, refusing to be put off. “We have plenty of time for everything I want to do to you. Tonight, I want to enact one of your fantasies.”
“I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing. God knows what you’d think of me.”
Shaking his head, Ross chuckled lightly. “What I’d think of you? My God, woman, I’ve tied you to the kitchen table and the bed, shaved your pussy and used numerous sex toys on you. I’ve been a pirate and a sultan. I’ve indulged in your mind-blowing blowjobs several times, while taking you missionary position, doggy style, and I’ve even had you ride me in a hot tub twice and you’re worried about your fantasies affecting my feelings toward you!”
Laughing, Julia relented. “Fine, I’ll tell you. It’s not like we can do it anyway.”
“Oh yeah?” Ross said, up to any challenge. “Try me.”
“When I read those erotica books you loaned me, one of them talked about a woman who, well, who—” She paused.
“Who what?” Ross prodded.
“Had two men at one time,” she stammered out so rapidly Ross wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.
“Two men,” he repeated as she blushed and looked away.
“It’s silly, I know. Please forget I said anything.”
“I would never share you,” Ross said without thinking.
The seriousness of his tone took her aback. He clearly meant what he said. Uneasy with the conversation, Julia wished she could take back her words. “Well, it’s not like there’s another man here or even at home who wants me. It was a silly thought. Let’s forget I said it. Okay?”
“No.” Ross’s eyes were still deeply disturbed. “You’ve obviously done more than simply consider it, but Jules, you’re mine.” His face was so determined she shuddered at the power behind his words.
“For now,” she whispered, remembering that he’d made no promises for the future and likely never would. She refused to let herself fall into his spell any deeper than she already had.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, grasping her upper arms tightly in response to her softly spoken words. “Mine.” The grip of his fingers digging into her arms was painful and Julia was shocked by the power behind his declaration.
However as soon as the words passed his lips, he masked his feelings. So quickly in fact, Julia wondered if they had ever been there.
“Ross,” she whispered, suddenly afraid her confession had somehow changed the tenor of their lighthearted relationship. His intensity frightened her even as she silently prayed his feelings really were that true.
The old Ross suddenly reemerged. His eyes took on a mischievous gleam and she suspected he had hatched a plan.
“Two men,” he repeated. “I think that can be arranged,” he added, startling her.
“Oh?” She tried to act nonchalant, but her shaky laugh gave her away. “You have a friend hidden somewhere on the property for just such a thing, do you?”
“You�
��re a wonderful writer, Jules, with an amazing imagination. I won’t need another man for this fantasy. Only your clever mind. Go lie on the bed,” he commanded, his voice deep.
“Why?” she asked, but he only shook his head and pointed to the bed. In previous engagements, when Ross took control, Julia knew to follow his commands. It appeared tonight would be one of those nights. Secretly, Julia relished being told what to do in bed. She felt herself go wet simply thinking about Ross giving her orders. Although she’d yet to disobey, she suspected she’d enjoy his punishment as much as she loved his instructions.
Rising, she walked toward the bed.
“Get undressed,” he called from behind her.
Turning, she lifted her shirt in the slow, seductive manner she knew he loved. Watching his dark eyes go black with desire, she grasped the waistband of her pants, slowly sliding them off, wiggling her hips as sensuously as a belly dancer, as if she had all the time in the world.
Standing beside the bed naked, she waited for his next order.
“Lie down,” he said, swallowing hard as he took in her whole body. Although he’d seen her naked nearly nonstop the past week, she still adored the way his gaze ate her up as if each time was the first.
“Spread-eagle,” he added, when she lay on her back on the soft bed. Following his words, she awaited his next move. “Close your eyes.”
Nervous at the prospect of not being able to see him, Julia tried to lie patiently but her arousal was growing at a frenzied rate. No matter how many times he made love to her, she left each encounter frantic for more.
She could hear Ross moving quietly around the room, but she was too afraid to open her eyes for fear he would stop. Whatever his game, she wanted to play it until the end.
Finally, she sensed him approach the bed and jumped slightly when she felt something silky placed over her eyes.
“A blindfold,” he stated, “in case you are tempted to peek.”
As he secured the scarf over her eyes, Julia instinctively lowered her arms, the idea of losing her sense of sight unnerving as well as exciting her.