Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > KnightReturning > It's just some words |
|
A Maiden's Tale (Part Three) He pulled the rope taut, lifting her onto the balls of her feet. Moments passed as she found the point of balance that afforded her the only comfort she could find. She could hear him moving behind her over the sound of her own sharp breaths. Then out of nowhere she sensed him close and suddenly his hands were on her: on her tits, her arse, her cunt, her throat. Groping, caressing, teasing, fondling, sometimes rough, sometimes tender, shedding any doubt that he had absolute control over the entirety of her. Her cunt longed to have him though he gave it scant attention beyond the occasional forceful finger thrust deep and hard inside her or rolled across her tender clit. But still her juices flowed, hot and slick down the inside of her thighs. She cried out in the isolated blackness of her hood as he sank his teeth into a swollen nipple. As he teased and sucked her; biting, nibbling, kissing, tormenting her with his tongue, her climax came in waves, sending spasms through her body, from scalp to aching calves. “My Lord,” she pleaded, “have me. I beg you, have me please.” But he had left her in the moment of the ecstasy of orgasm, and as the waves subsided, she felt lost, alone and empty. She could hear herself breathing in the hood; could feel the wetness on her inner thighs. She yearned for the return of his touch on her skin. And then another sound: the whoosh of movement through the air. It lasted less than a second and then stinging, burning contact. The thrap of leather on soft flesh. She cried out as it seared the cheeks of her exposed, defenceless buttocks. It came again, it stung again. She cried out again – and again she felt her juices flow. He came up tight behind her and kissed her shoulders and her neck below the hood. His arm curled around her and his fingers found the velvet folds of her sodden cunt. His fingers probed her deep and she repaid him with the orgasm he demanded. And then the sound again. And the blazing fire of contact on her arse. And then again, and then again, and then again. And then the tender kisses, and the unforgiving fingers on her clit and in her cunt. Again and again he tormented her. She lost count of the impacts that scorched the cheeks of her behind; lost count of the orgasms that rocked and shook her to the hidden depths of all she was. At some point in the night, when she was all but spent, he untied her aching arms and eased them gently to her sides, the rush of blood sent her dizzy. He removed the hood and loosened the collar around her neck before lifting her in his arms and carrying her to a bed of feathers, straw and furs. “Sleep now, maiden,” he whispered as he covered her raw and naked flesh with a blanket. “You have passed the first test.” |
||||
|
mmmm
|
 |
 |
 |
| Become a member to comment on this blog | ||
 |
×
×