A Dance for Master

Heart pounding wildly, I kneel before him, my head bowed between my arms stretched out towards him, fingers caressing the stones lightly. I feel the strands of my long hair brushing against my arms as each breath moves my body ever so slightly. The silk draped around my body barely covering more than mere inches of my flushed skin in any one place.

At the sound of his rumbling growl my body begins to tremble in desire, my face tilting up carefully to look at him resting like a lord in his chair, praying he does not see the bold little smirk on my pouting lips before I move my tongue over them slowly. As his eyes burn into mine, I smile that special smile, knowing what he wants from me.

Slowly I move forward, knees still pressed to the stones, and bring my lips to his boots, pressing a fevered kiss to the leather. Pulling reluctantly away from him, I roll my body back until I am sitting on my heels, my back straight, arms relaxed as I rest my hands with palms up on my thighs. I give him my most seductive smile, green eyes glittering with passion, as I start to move my thighs apart, my back arching slightly, pushing my breasts forward as my hands turn over and start their slow progress up my body.

As my hands reach my heavy breasts, feeling the tightened nipples pushing through the thin red silk, I let my head fall back, my thighs spreading further, my body leaning back, showing him all of me. One hand reaches up further, moving over my neck and through my hair to rest on the floor as my body arches, the other hand sliding down over my belly, brushing lightly against my heat, a soft gasp escaping my lips as the moisture starts to dampen the silk draped there.

I turn my hips slightly, allowing one leg to unfold from beneath me, stretching out towards him as I push my body back up from the floor. As my body leans over my leg, I place my hands to the stones, pushing my ass up into the air as I again look to his face, my parted lips curving into a smile as I see his hungry eyes fall to my barely covered breasts. I glide my hands over my body as I stand fully before him, the bells on my ankles and wrists lending their small sound to the room as I begin to slowly rock my hips back and forth to the primal rhythm of my heart.

I close my eyes and roll my hips, listening to the music in my mind as I move my body to the pounding beat. My toes pointed, I step forward, moving around in a small circle, my left hand dropping to the silk tied together at my hip. I pull free the loose knot and start to raise my hand, the silk moving over my flesh as it uncovers my heat, the cool air in the room brushing seductively against the moistened folds. As the silk leaves my body, my breasts the only thing still covered, I turn again and pull the softness across me, adding the movement of the silk to the undulations of my hips.

I quicken the pace of my movements, spinning faster before stopping with my back to him, my feet slapping against the stones as I throw my hair and the silk back and bowing myself towards him, allowing the bit of cloth fall softly to his feet. Catching the smirk on his lips as he watches my movements, I lick my lips and smile at him. Hips still moving in tight circle as I do when riding him. I roll my body back forward, looking back over my shoulder at him as I reach up to pull the silk from my now heavy breasts.

The softness of the fabric moves over the hardness of my nipples, I continue to pull it over all of my curves, moving my hips sensually for his eyes, and I am rewarded with that rumbly growl of pleasure. I turn back towards him, letting the silk fall to floor at my feet and stepping closer to him. I reach forward and place my hands on the chair on either side of him. My body moving carefully to show him all that belongs to him before moving closer until my feet come between his on the floor.

I raise my eyes to his, my tongue running over my lips again as I silently ask for permission to continue. He smiles at me again and nods almost unnoticeably before resting his head back against the chair and watching to see what I will do. The smile that spreads over my lips my sign of gratitude before I kneel between his knees and move my small hands from the chair and rest them lightly on his thighs. Leaning forward, I place a kiss against the growing bulge in his pants, my nails scraping against the fabric, itching to grip him in my hands.

I feel my naked body heat further as my heart starts beating faster, my mouth watering at the anticipation of tasting his flesh under my tongue. I reach forward and gracefully undo the fastenings of his pants, parting the fabric before reaching in and wrapping my fingers around the hot shaft straining for freedom from the restricting jeans he wears. My fingers stroke softly against the flesh as I pull him free, biting my lip without thinking as I ache to take him into the hot wetness of my mouth.

Looking up to him once more, I notice his eyes burning hotter than before down at me, his breathing faster as I lock my eyes onto his and lean forward to run my tongue over the tip of his cock, moaning softly at the taste of him before my eyes close in pure pleasure. My hips squirm a little as I move myself closer, my mouth closing fully over the head of his cock, my tongue dancing over the crest as I lick up the little drops of moisture there.

Hearing his groan of pleasure, I take more of him into my mouth, pulling the shaft in as far as I can. I begin to slide my lips up and down along his cock, one hand following the path of my lips as my tongue licks along the underside of his shaft and circling the head as it slides nearly free of my lips. My little moans vibrating against him as I continue to suckle and lick him. I close my eyes and lose myself in pleasuring him.

As I feel his cock start throbbing under my tongue, I feel his fingers reach into my hair, tightening and holding me in place. I whimper against him as he starts to move his hips, fucking into my mouth and bruising my lips. I look up to him again as I try to relax my mouth for him, feeling him pushing further into my throat than I thought possible. I start to tremble and squirm as his thrusts steal my breath and then return it, the wetness between my thighs and tingling in my clit making my little gasps sound like pleading cries for more.

His cock swells further as he pushes deep into my mouth, holding it there until I try to pull away so I can breathe. My fingers tighten in the fabric of his pants as I fight the urge to reach down and pleasure myself, my body aching to be filled by him and used until he is satisfied. With a last hard thrust past my lips I hear his deep groan and feel him come into my mouth. I swallow deeply everything he gives me, suckling every drop as he fills me with his seed.

He tugs lightly on my hair, pulling my lips from around him as I look up at him. I see his pleased smile as I lick my lips, savoring the taste of him still lingering there. My breath coming a little slower, bringing his attention back to the soft rise and fall of my breasts, he reaches forward and pinches the nipples, tugging on them to pull me up into his lap.

He has me straddle his thighs, my drenched sex hovering inches above his cock as he slides two fingers easily inside me. My head falls back and I moan loudly as he strokes his fingers deep inside of me. I feel his hand at the small of my back as I arch my body toward him, and his mouth closes over a nipple as he continues to slide his fingers in and out of me. As he moves to the other nipple, his fingers move out of me and his hands pull me down hard on his waiting cock. The almost strangled cry that comes from me echoes around the room as he fills and stretches me again and again.

As my body starts to tighten and grip him, I feel him thrust deep, driving me up into the orgasm that makes me scream for him. I shudder and shake in his arms as I ride him, the orgasm seeming to last forever. His teeth scrape roughly over my nipple as he moves me up and down on his shaft, feeling him harden further. As I reach to hold onto him I explode again into bliss and I feel him bite down on my breast as he fills my clenching sex again.

We both still as the waves of pleasure wash over us. I collapse into his arms, my head resting against his chest as I try to catch my breath. I feel his hands rubbing softly up and down my back as he pulls me closer, his cock still held deep inside of me. I look up to his smiling face and he kisses my lips before squeezing my bottom and I hear him say, “Good girl.”

In the Darkness

My eyes open slowly, the darkness in the room disorienting and making me question where I might be. It is so dark, I cannot get a sense of my location even in relation to the rest of the room, the cold stones under my feet telling me that I am standing somehow. As I come more fully awake I realize I cannot move my arms, cold steel holds my hands high above my head. Turning my head to get a sense of things, a slight panic starts to rise in me as I feel the weight of the blindfold over my eyes.

Taking deep breaths to slow my racing heart, I try to use the only sense left to me and listen for any clue as to what may be going on. I can hear soft music playing, and within the notes, the sound of someone breathing not that far from me. I begin in to tremble as I start to wonder what is coming.

I turn my head towards the sounds of breathing, and a low, yet familiar chuckle rumbles through the darkness. “Finally decided to wake up, pet?” My breath hitches in my throat at the sound of his voice, my thighs clenching together with the need that always accompanies his presence. My body turning toward him reflexively. I take shallow breaths, not saying anything, just listening to the sounds as he walks around me. Waiting…

I yelp loudly as his palm strikes hard against my bottom, heat blooming under the skin as I swing slightly in the chains. “I asked you a question, pet? Do I need to ask again?” I start to shiver noticeably as I struggle to keep myself in place, biting my lip lightly before answering, “N-no… I mean, yes Master, I decided to wake up finally.” I squirm a little as I feel his hand caressing over the spot he hit, squeezing the flesh and making the blood rush to the area, renewing my awareness of the sting and the absolute nakedness of my obviously trussed up body.

I whimper a little as his hands trail slowly along my flesh, moving around my torso, up to my breasts, pinching the nipples and twisting them until I make a little whining sound before letting them go. He does not speak again for a few moments, his breathing even and strong as he touches spots on my body that make me squirm or whimper either in pain or pleasure. When I am flushed and heated to his liking he steps back, my little whimpers of wanting the only sound in the room other than the music, and a curious movement I cannot place.

Just as I feel as if he is done with me, I feel his body heat move close to my back again, his fingers reaching into my long hair and gripping it hard, pulling my head back as far as it can go without hurting me, a surprised cry coming from me at the quickness of the movement. I feel his lips against my throat, light kisses feathering across the sensitive flesh causing wetness to start dripping down my thighs. I gasp out loud as I feel the ends of a flogger moving over the tips of my abused breasts, telling me what he is planning to do to me. As I arch my back, pushing my breasts into the soft leather strands, I feel his teeth bite into my neck, a moan of pure lust ripping from my throat as the sensations start to make me dizzy in the best way possible.

He releases his hold on my neck with his teeth and whispers in my ear, “Are you ready, pet?” I nod my head, not trusting my voice at the moment, and he grips tightly on my hair until I squeal with the pain of it. “I think you are trying to get me to punish you, pet. Now tell me, are you ready?” he growls in my ear, sending shivers of primal ecstasy rushing down my spine. “Yes, Master, I am ready.” I say quietly, almost a whisper, as I try to control the trembling of my squirming flesh. “Mmm Good girl.” He says before placing a soft kiss below my ear and releasing my hair.

His now free hand moves around my body, reaching between my thighs and dipping into the essence flowing freely from my sex. I hear him chuckle at the evidence of my obvious arousal, knowing I am enjoying every second of his torturous ministrations to my body. His fingers slide in and out of me a few times, circling my clit before delving deeper inside, stopping only when I start to move my hips against his hand.

As his fingers withdraw, I feel the strike of the flogger against my back, having not even noticed when he moved himself into position to do so. My surprised cry somewhere between one of pain and a moan of pleasure. He strikes me several more times, the soft strands of the flogger caressing my flesh deliciously, my little cries interchanging with the sound of the leather slapping skin. He starts to pick up speed as my head falls forward, my breathing ragged as I absorb the impacts, enjoying the feel of the heat flooding over my shoulders and back.

As if he realized I was moving towards subspace, he changes the location of his strikes and hits that sweet spot just between my ass and upper thigh, making me jump forward and stand up on my toes with a yelp. I start to giggle nervously at my reaction, and I swear I can hear his smile and him shaking his head as he focuses on making my thighs and bottom as pink as I am sure my back is.

My head starts to become foggy as I allow the pleasure-pain to take me to that calming place, and again he stops as if he knows. I hear the flogger hit the floor somewhere behind me, and his hands start to move over my now extremely sensitive flesh. One foot moves between mine, pushing my legs apart as he steps between them. His hands come to rest on my hips, pulling them back and pressing the length of his erection against my hot cheeks.

I am on my toes, and I press my ass against him, twisting my hips slightly as I whimper for his cock. “Do you want me to fuck you little pet?” he asks me in a low voice. “Yes please Master. I need your cock inside me.” I say as I grind my ass against him again. His fingers gripping my hips hard, stilling my movements before he takes his cock in his hand and slides it through the juices of my heat. The head of it moves roughly over my clit and I have to bite back a scream of need as currents of electricity seem to shoot from that little bud to every nerve in my body.

His mouth moves again to my neck, finding that spot where it meets my shoulder and licking it before giving a sharp bite and pushing just the tip of his hard cock inside my clenching sex. My body arches against him as I try to lower myself completely onto his length. His teeth biting down more as each inch of him slides easily into the grip of my overheated body. He lets go of his cock and reaches up, taking hold of my breast, his fingers pulling and pinching my nipple until it aches, then moving to the other.

My breath comes out in little gasps as he fucks me, my feet leaving the floor, held easily in his arms and completely at his mercy. My fingers clench with the desire to touch him, nails biting into my palms as I know I will not be able to do so until he chooses. The helplessness of my position heightening my arousal, I do not hold back my moans and cries of ecstasy as I climb higher and higher towards release. I feel that familiar sense of belonging wash over me as he starts to fuck me harder, taking all he wants from me, reminding me that I am his to do with as he wishes.

As my body tightens, my sex like a fist around him, rippling and pulling him in with each thrust, I feel that frenzied sense of losing complete control come over me, nearly toppling me over the edge of orgasm. His thrusts slow slightly, and I hear that low rumbling growl I love so much come from him, telling me that he wants me to let go and come for him. He does not even say the words, only his tightening grip and renewed deep thrusts tell me what he wants and I feel myself start to explode around him. Lights sparkle behind the blindfold as I scream out for him and my body starts to shake in his hands.

He slams into me hard and fast as the orgasm washes over me, his movements making it last longer than usual before I feel him jerk inside of me and he pulls me tight against him. I feel the wetness of our joined passion dripping down my thighs as I tremble in his arms, his cock throbbing deep inside of me.

As I try to regain my sense of balance, I feel him reach up and unhook my hands from the chains, his hand rubbing lightly over the flesh to soothe it. His cock is still nestled inside of me as he removes the blindfold, and my body relaxes completely into his. I whimper quietly when he slides free of my body with a groan before picking me up and taking me to our bed where he lays me down. He takes a cloth from the table and cleans us both up before laying down next to me where we both fall blissfully into sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Morning Fun

Wandering alone through the morning fog, I revel in the feel of the cool dampness of the grass on my bare feet. The sun’s rays peeking over the horizon casting long shadows on the ground as the light glitters in the leaves still yet to fall from their branches, drawing my attention to the beauty of the world around me even as my mind drifts to the memories of the passion of the night before. I slowly run my hands over my body, mimicking the movements of his hands on me, the thin cloth of my nightgown barely reaching the middle of my thighs, or providing the warmth necessary to keep my nipples from tightening. The slight chill in the air is not the only reason for the hardness of those sensitive buds of nerves.

I turn my head slightly to look over my shoulder, a knowing smile crossing my lips as I hear the soft creak of the door closing quietly, my hands sliding across my breasts invitingly before moving slowly down my belly and over the still tender mound of my sex. My breath hitches as my fingers find the swollen folds through the cloth, my eyes fluttering briefly with the remembered sensations of his thorough use of every part of his property. The sound of his soft steps come closer, as if he is trying to sneak up on me, and I turn my body towards him, lips parted, fingers still touching tender flesh through thin silk, not playing… never playing without permission, just touching, feeling the heat, the continued swelling and slickness gathering as his presence makes my knees weak with longing.

When he draws close enough, the smile playing on his lips now as it did on mine a few moments before, I sink to my knees in the grass and wrap my arms around his hips, rubbing my heated cheek against his thigh, my lips barely inches from his hardening cock, only soft cotton pants separating me from that beloved flesh. My eyes turn up to him beneath my lashes, the mischief and adoration always present in them making the green and gold orbs sparkle as I press a slow kiss to cock beneath the fabric before whispering, “Good morning my Master.”

I feel his hands reach into my dark hair, fisting tightly in a possessive embrace before loosening just as the pressure becomes painful, a slight tug on the silky strands bringing me to my feet and into his arms. As I stand up on my toes, pressing my needy little body against his, he pulls my head to his and ravishes my lips with a kiss that makes my skin tingle and steals my breath. As the small whimpers he enjoys so much start building in my throat and I begin to squirm harder against his hard thing pressed against my heat, he pulls my head back and smiles his wicked smile before saying, “Good morning my naughty little pet.”

I feel my cheeks heat further as a blush rushes to my face, the grip he has on my hair not allowing me to lower my head as I usually would, keeping my glowing face turned up to his. He chuckles at the ever growing shade of pink coloring my face and kisses me again before asking, “What were you doing out here in the cold with so little on to cover your charms from curious eyes, pet?”

His words cause me to blush further if that is possible, my eyes moving as far as they can to see if any of the neighbors are up at this hour. A little tug on my hair brings my eyes back to him, causing me to smile as a little pout forms on my lips. “I was restless in our bed Master, and did not want to disturb your sleep, so I came outside to feel the morning awaken with me.” I say as I reach for him, my hands sliding up his bare chest and winding around his neck, trying to wiggle closer to his warm body, rubbing my moistened folds against his thigh again.

I squeal out loud and start to giggle as he suddenly pulls my legs from under me and I feel us both falling to the wet grass, his hand keeping my head from hitting the ground as he pins me beneath him. “Maybe we should give those who watch something to remember. What do you think little minx?” I start to nod my head, still giggling from the sudden change of position, as his free hand slides down my body and starts to pull the now damp silk off of me. I start to wiggle under him, the adrenaline rush causing my flesh to tingle and my heart to race as I think about what is to come. I feel his warm breath on my neck, his teeth nipping sharply against the throbbing pulse there as he growls in my ear, “Stay still pet or I may have to swat that delicious little ass before I fuck you.” I bite my lip, trying to decide how much I want the neighbors to see of our wicked play, before I do my best to settle myself.

He smiles as I still, nibbling on my ear again and saying those two favored words, “Good girl,” before pulling the gown completely over my head, leaving it wrapped around my wrists and keeping my arms up over my head and freeing his hands to do their wicked work. I moan low as his mouth travels down my throat and covers first one, then the other nipple, teeth and tongue teasing them to hardened points of wonderful pleasure-pain. One hand reaches down between our bodies, finding the swollen folds of my aching sex wet and begging for his touch. He slides two fingers easily inside me, his thumb drawing lazy circles over my throbbing clit and my back arches and I whimper for more.

I feel his free hand pulling his cock free from his pants, the hard shaft pressed against my thigh, moans of desire pulling free from my lips as I raise my hips against the thrusts of his fingers. “Oh Master, please…” I say breathlessly as his fingers still inside me, the thumb still moving slowly against my little bud. “Say it, pet. Tell me what you want little one.” I whimper and move my hips against his hand, “Please Master, I want to feel your cock inside me.”  He smirks at my words, leaning forward to take a nipple in his mouth, biting down almost painfully as his fingers slide out of me and I feel the thick head of his cock press against the tight opening of my heat.

Bolts of pure pleasure race through my veins, stealing my breath as he steadily pushes the length of his hard shaft deep inside of me until it is buried to the hilt. I lay beneath him, trembling and clutching at his shoulders as my body adjusts to being filled so completely, feeling his tongue lave over my tortured nipple as he moves slowly inside of me, knowing just how to keep me on the edge of sanity with every sensation he makes me feel. As he switches to the other nipple, he starts to move faster, my whimpers becoming cries of ecstasy, I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper than before.

I feel the pressure building, my body shaking as I try to keep pace with his hard thrusts and struggling to keep from coming too soon, not before he tells me, never before he allows it. He pulls my body against him as he shifts our position, bringing me up off the ground, moving me so I am riding his cock as he again grips my hair tightly in his fist, his other hand holding my hip and moving me where he wants me. His control of my movements making me that much hotter and desperate to feel him coming deep inside my now slick and feverish body. “That’s right little one, show them how desperate you are for your Master’s cock. Show off what a needy little slut you are,” he says as I start moving in earnest, grinding my clit against him as I slide up and down on his shaft.

I throw my head back and cry out as the pleasure becomes nearly too much to hold back. I open my eyes and see the curtains moving on the house next door, and I hear his low chuckle as he sees me notice that there is actually someone watching us. As I decide I do not care and furiously move against him, waiting to hear the words that will let me find release. Just when I feel as if I cannot hold back any longer, I feel him tense, his cock throbbing hard inside of me and he pulls my head close to his, growling in my ear, “Come now!” and I scream out my release as his teeth sink into my neck and his cock surges into me over and over, deep and hard as we come together.

As I tremble with the aftershocks of orgasm, clinging tightly to my Master, I feel the warming rays of the sun strike my back and bath us both in the glow from its light. He lifts me up and takes me inside, and I smile at the neighbor I see watching us in awe from his window, wiggling my fingers in greeting as I hear my Master chuckle and swat my bottom after setting me down inside and sending me off to make us breakfast and start our day.

Ena's Scarlette Mantle

Fear. That is all that is moving her forward as her tired muscles try to give out. The branches are tearing at her pale bare skin as she runs, leaving streaks of blood running down her arms and legs. She can hear them behind her crashing through the brush. Searching for her; trying to take her back to the cage. She must keep running or they will catch her. If they catch her she will die. She cannot go back. The brutalities the Lord’s men subjected her to where too much for her. She would rather throw herself from the distant cliffs then go back.

Darkness is coming and she knows she must sleep, but where? In a panic she looks around in the twilight gloom, searching for a place to rest. Tears fall from her pretty green eyes, making tracks down her cheeks in the dirt. She brushes back her dark, tangled hair to look towards the sky, hoping to find a branch she can pull herself up on. As the sounds of the men get closer she scrambles up a broad old tree, hiding her naked body among the leaves.

Moments after she stops moving, she sees the men walk below her. She holds her breath, her hands over her mouth as she tries to hold her desperate cries inside. As if he senses her, the leader of the group, a boy himself, looks directly up at the branch she is hidden on. She recognizes the Lord’s son Dolan. All this time she knew she was to belong to him, but he never touched her himself, only watched with amusement as his father’s men used her in any way they pleased. Why did my father send me here to marry this cruel boy? Surely he knew what would be my fate…

She starts to panic as he continues to look at her, a slight smile creeping to his lips. “She’s not here, move on” he says to his men, the smile turning to a smirk as he looks up at her once more and moves into the shadows of the forest.

He knew where I was. He had to have known. Why didn’t he capture me?

She scrambles down from the tree as the sounds of their passing gets further away. Looking around she quickly darts to the west, away from the guards. She catches her foot on a tree root and tumbles down a hill… right into the middle of a Hunter camp.

The men around the fire look up and immediately start laughing. A tall burly man, obviously their leader, steps over to her. “Look what just fell into our lap boys. I wonder if this sweet little thing is what those guards are making all that noise about.”

He circles around her as she crouches on the ground, ready to attack if he gets too close. His hand reaches out to touch her long hair and she swats at him, her wrist caught easily in his large hand. She squeals and tries to twist out of his grip, but his fingers tighten roughly, surely bruising her soft flesh.

“Now, now little one. Don’t start with all that or we might have to turn your pretty little hide over to the guards” he says with a sneer. She struggles against him and he laughs as fresh tears start running down her face as he pulls her up to standing, turning her slightly so his men can see her naked body. “We got us a wild one here fellas. What should we do with her?”

The other men start laughing and making suggestions that make her blood run cold. Not again, please not again. A terror stronger than anything else she has ever felt before fills her and she starts to scream and kick wildly. The burly man claps his hand over her mouth and whispers in her ear, “Don’t scream little girl or these men here will be less inclined to go gentle on ya.”

Her green eyes go wild over his hand, her body shaking as she struggles harder against him. No! I will not let this happen again!

As if he could hear her thoughts, the man laughs and throws her into the arms of one of his men. Her pleading cries are ignored as the man’s hands move over her body, touching her breasts and pinching the nipples cruelly before sliding a hand between her thighs to test the wetness there. Despite her fear and anger at the indignity of being abused yet again, her traitorous body responds to the stimulation of his rough fingers on her clit. She squirms in his arms and he laughs before taking her lips in a deep kiss and pushing her into the waiting arms of another man.

The hunters pass her from man to man, all touching her, pushing her to respond until her tears no longer flow and her cries become whimpers of longing. Maybe they will let me go if I comply… one more night of terror and I can be free… but… why am I starting to enjoy this?

By the time the last man in the circle is done tormenting her body and throws her at his leader’s feet she is shivering in need and looking up at him with a new fire burning in her eyes. He looks down at her in amusement, “So girl… you like being handled by these rough hands? You like it more than the softness of those boys in the castle?”

She narrows her eyes at him and bites her bottom lip to keep from speaking, not wanting to admit her desire for the men. The leader crouches down so his face is level with hers, though his size makes him almost more intimidating than before as he speaks low, almost growling the words, “Answer me girl or I will tie you naked to a tree and let my men fuck you until you are screaming and those beautiful tears flow once again.”

She gasps at his rough language, her mouth falling open involuntarily as she pictures the scene he just described. Why does that make my blood burn with desire? What is wrong with me?!

Biting her lip harder she tries to think how to answer him as he looks at her with amusement in his eyes. She knows he can see her struggle not to admit what she wants. As he starts to turn, reaching for the coil of rope nearby, she moans and throws herself at him, “no please Sir, I will answer you!”

The men all laugh as the leader pulls her hard against him, his hand reaching down to play with the dripping folds of her pussy as he speaks. “Alright girl, speak your mind, and make sure these men can hear every word.”

She shudders as a wave of desire rocks her body and her hips move against his hand, her breath coming out in little gasps as she tries not to yield to him. Her mind races, the words suddenly spilling out of her, “yes Sir! I like it very much! I know I should not like it, but their hands and yours excite me!” The tears yet again fall, though now from shame more than fear. Why did he make me admit it? I am a whore for wanting their hands on me… can he not see my shame? Why is he so cruel?!

The man smiles and kisses her pouting lips before wiping away her tears. “You will soon get more than just our hands pretty girl. And when we are done with you, we will give you to Lord Dolan and his men. I have a feeling he wants his little toy back, freshly roughened up of course.”

At her startled gasp the men all start to laugh again. She struggles in his arms trying to get away and he grabs her hair and forces her to her knees. She cries out, the sound more a moan than anything else as she tries to fight against the desire burning in her belly. His hard hand in her hair makes her wince as he jerks her head back, making her look at him as he undoes the binding on his pants.

As she realizes there will be no getting away, she lets herself go to the fire in her blood and leans her body forward to him as his pants fall away. She licks her lips and looks into the eyes of her tormentor as she feels rough hands come from behind her and roughly grip her breasts. Another hand reaches between her parted thighs and presses a finger deep inside of her and she sighs.

While her body writhes in their arms she thinks back to her first night in the Lord’s castle. The first night she met her future husband. His words echoing in her mind as she closes her eyes and loses herself in the sensations…

“You will belong to me in every way Ena… I will give you to my father’s men to teach you that no matter what you may think, you are mine to do with as I please. You will realize one day that you enjoy this. You will want to please me in any way I ask of you because deep inside of you, you want this. Fight it as long as you want, but you will yield… and when you do… then you will know what it is to be truly free.”

Some how through the sounds of the men breathing close to her she hears a rustling in the leaves and her eyes open and she sees in the shadows the face of her future husband… her Master… and she smiles...