Monday, December 21, 2015

Unmasked: Part 11: Scent-Marking


When the tray was mostly empty, Rodrick slid it off the bed into the floor. Most of the food had been consumed by him, but the girl had managed nearly a whole steak and most of the tomatoes. She lay back on the bed, looking content, still holding the blanket to her chest. Taking up her wrists, he ran a chain between the metal rings encircling them. He pulled the chain and her arms up over her head to loop it over a T-stake at the head of the bed. Pinching the links together, he locked it in place around the stake.

"What are you...?"

He ripped the blanket from her. "Marking my territory."

She pulled at the chains. "Why these?"

"I enjoy them." He wasn't lying, but he didn't mention that he thought it might be easier for her this way. There was less burden in lack of choice. He wasn't sure she knew about what was about to happen, but he hoped the bonds might give her some semblance of security.

He stretched out beside her, laying a hand gently on her soft belly.  His hand moved in slow circles in an attempt to slow the heartbeat pounding in his ear. Excitement would have pleased him, but he assumed her racing pulse was from trepidation.  His fingers trailed up to caress a breast. She stiffened beneath him as he kneaded the soft globe, teasing the nipple with a calloused thumb.

"Relax. You will enjoy this," he said, giving her nipple a slight pinch. He smiled as she squirmed beneath him. He dipped his head to capture a nipple between his lips, continuing to roll the other between his fingers. Her soft gasp flushed him with excitement, and the small, erratic, movements of her body urged him on. As he pulled away, he lightly scraped the nipple with his teeth.

Wanting to feel more of her against him, he shed his tunic and tossed it aside. She looked up at him, her face flushed with what he hoped were the beginnings of arousal. Her nipples had hardened from his attentions. He rolled atop her, straddling her thighs. A new wave of fear washed over her. The scent of it burned in his nose. He closed his eyes, fighting his own nature. The scent of her fear had his cock straining even harder than it had been against the seam of his trousers, but he didn't want to encourage that fear. Not this kind of fear.

He nipped at her lips. "Relax," he said again. "I'm not going to harm you." He pressed his lips to hers into a full kiss, exploring her mouth with his. He felt her press back and nearly growled with delight.

When he pulled back, her breath fell a little faster.

"You said 'harm'," she said quietly.

"Yes?"

"You didn't say 'hurt'."

He tilted his head a bit. "You're right. If I did, that would be lying. The first time usually does hurt a bit."

She shivered as he slid down her body, running his hands over her soft curves. He bent her knees and pried them open. A bare moment later, she had them clamped shut. Forcing them back open, he gave her inner thigh a sharp slap. The resulting whimper set his blood on fire. It made him want to do it again, but she left them open this time. He slapped the other thigh anyway. She let out an indignant yelp, glaring at him in confusion.

"It needed to match," he said, shrugging.

Stroking the redness his slaps had left, he languorously examined his prize, She as delightfully plump here as she was everywhere, with rosy lips and a pale mound shielded by mostly straight dark brown hair. The straightness of it made it appear sparser than it was, revealing more of her to his eyes. He blew a puff of air at the tender flesh. She tried to squirm away, so he hooked his arms under and around her thighs.

He took a taste of her, tongue delving between those dusky lips. She gasped and stiffened. He could feel the tension in her hips as he explored her sex with his tongue. She arched slightly when he began swirling about the bead between her folds. She tried to hold in the little gasps and whimpers, but he could hear them. He continued to tease the little bud and slipped a finger inside. Constantina let out a startled sound but lifted her hips just the same. He heard the rattle of the chains and added a second
finger. He teased and stroked, suckling the bead like a bit of hard candy.

She came apart beneath him with a small cry, collapsing back onto the bed. He felt her pulse around his fingers, squeezing them with her inner walls. He loved how responsive she was. He loved how easy it was to bring her to her peak. Pulling his fingers from her, he gave her sex a firm slap, making her jump. He kissed his way back up her body, nestling his hips between her thighs. She looked up at him, panting slightly, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her brow.

"Not so bad so far, don't you think?" he said, nipping at her lip. She looked adorably confused.

"You keep hitting me...there..." Her brow furrowed slightly.

He licked a fang, grinning at her. "Are you saying you don't enjoy it?"

A blush bloomed in her cheeks and she looked away, stubbornly silent. He ground his hips against her, letting her feel him through the soft leather of his trousers. Her intake of breath was subtle, but he saw it, and he felt her throb against his cock.

"I thought so," he said smugly, tweaking her nipple.

She lurched up and bit his lip. His hand slid about her throat and forced her back down to the bed.

"Brave move for a bound woman who was whipped for biting just a day ago," he said, chuckling.

She turned her head, avoiding his gaze. "One has to work with the resources available to them."

"Indeed," he said, tugging at the laces at his waist, freeing his cock. He rubbed the length between her slick folds. "I'll let it pass this time. If only because..."

He gripped her thighs tightly and pushed into her. The barrier parted easily for him as he slid into the tightness of her body. Her entire body stiffened for a brief second, her eyes going wide with pain. She pushed at him as best she could, trying to escape his invasion, but he held her still, whispering soothing nonsense as her body adjusted.

Tears sprang to her eyes. "Please..."

"Shh...It will get better. I promise."

He pulled out and pushed back in, settling into a gentle rhythm that seemed to grow easier with each stroke. Slowly, the pained expression faded from her face, sliding back into that perplexed look. He reached between them to rub little circles around her center as he moved within her. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered shut, confusion giving way to primal pleasure. He picked up the pace, driving into her with a bit more urgency. She dug her heels into his ass, lifting her hips to meet his. He growled with satisfaction, pushing the both of them toward the edge. His circles grew faster in time with his thrusts. Her breath fell faster, her muscles tensing as she reached the zenith and tumbled over. Her climax triggered his, her body squeezing and pulsing around him. He sank his teeth into her shoulder as his release shuddered through him, filling her up.



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7 comments:

  1. Oh that's very nice! The promise not to harm is much different promising not to hurt. :)

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  2. This is amazing! I can't wait to read more!!!

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  3. I love the line, "there was less burden in the lack of choice". Hell yes

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  4. I love that you brought in an element of fun too with this line: "It needed to match," he said, shrugging.

    Love this new chapter!

    Rebel xox

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  5. Love this installment. So hot. So many great lines.

    You had me wiggling along with her.

    Can't wait for the next chapter. HGG. xx

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