Dark Citadel
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When he took his fingers away, leaving her aching, she whined like a child.
“We have time, sweetheart, and I’m going to take my time.”
She almost blurted out a protest. Take me now; put your hands on me now. She managed to close her lips.
He stroked down her thigh, his hand so big that his fingers could curl underneath. His knuckles traced the path back up, across her tender, sensitive inner thigh, lightly over her pubis, and down the other leg. Almost to the right spot. Exquisite torture. Her fingernails dug into her palms as he stroked her legs, the curls on her pubis, the soft crease where her hip met her leg.
Her clitoris throbbed more with each pass, with each time he didn’t touch her where she so needed to be touched. “Please,” she whispered, aching with longing.
“What do you call me?” he asked, touching her with just one finger, so close, edging so close.
She arched up. “Please, Sir, please.”
“Nicely said, sweetheart,” he murmured approval. And he slid the finger right into her.
“Aaah.” The nerves inside her vagina flared to life with the intimate invasion.
He lowered his mouth to her clit, a touch like butterfly wings. She arched again, tightening around his finger, needing more than the light flicks on her clit. She was so close. The world narrowed to just the feel of his hands, his mouth. One more touch…
He pulled his finger out, emptying her, and lifted his head.
Nooo. She whimpered a protest.
“You don’t have permission to come.”
“What?” she whispered shakily.
“You come when I say, not before.”
“You can’t—”
“Kari,” he warned in a hard voice. “I’ve been patient, but my patience is at an end. Did you get taught about punishment in your class?”
Not really. But the way he’d sent Sally off to be punished… She didn’t want anything like that to happen to her. Her thighs shook with her need. “Sir, I’m sorry.”
“Very nice.” He lowered his head, licked up her labia, sucking one into his mouth, then the other, the sensation like hot velvet. His tongue laved right there in the center. Oh God, almost. Not far enough, she needed more.
Then one finger opened her, sliding in ever so slowly and back out. She tightened around him, her legs quivering uncontrollably. In again, his finger large, pressing down to add friction, out.
Two fingers. She moaned at the added sensation as his fingers drove into her, faster, harder. Her whole pussy was afire, wanton hunger burning through her. She strained against the restraints as his mouth came down on her. His tongue slid over her clitoris and around it, swirling and rubbing as his fingers plunged in and out.
She panted, her bottom pushing off the bed, closer, closer. “Ah, ah—”
And he stopped, took his hands away. “Not yet.”
“But—”
“Silence.”
Her groan came from deep within her, her entire lower half too tight. Throbbing with need. She’d never felt so out of control. Never begged before. She hurt.
He licked the tender skin of her inner thigh, and she shuddered. His shoulders rubbed against her legs, and she trembled against the restraints.
She pulled at her wrists, wanting to touch him, to force him to touch her; she’d even touch herself if she had to. Over her head, her hands closed into fists as the feeling of helplessness roused her further, making everything worse.
He slid a finger into her again, shooting urgency through her, her arousal higher and harder than before. She moaned, her head rolling from side to side. When her hips lifted, he ruthlessly pressed her back down, holding her for his use.
He pushed his finger in, pulled out, and added another finger. Her tissues were so swollen each thrust shoved her closer and closer. His tongue flicked across her clit, and she went rigid as her muscles tightened, as her vagina clenched around his fingers. She neared the peak, held there…
“Come now, Kari,” he ordered, his voice deep. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth, his tongue rubbed it hard and fast.
Her world flashed white, splintering around her, and she shattered with it. Spasms in her vagina rippled against the hard fingers impaling her, and her hips jerked uncontrollably. Her legs thrashed against the restraints, her arms pulled against the ropes, and the sensations went on and on.
When her climax started to slow, he’d move his fingers, slide his tongue across her again, and she’d arch back up as the exquisite tremors shuddered through her again. And again.
Finally, she lay limp, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding so hard her ribs must be bruised. “My God, no wonder people like being tied up,” she murmured.
His hand slapped her thigh hard enough to sting.
She jumped. “Hey!”
“Did you speak, little sub?” He lifted his head, his stern eyes holding a warning.
She started to say something, thought better of it. “Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I thought we were done. Sir.”
He chuckled. Then he rose onto his knees, his big hands roved up her thighs, massaging the cramped muscles. He slid his hands up her stomach, and with a smile, cupped her breasts, squeezing just hard enough to make her breath hitch. His fingers lightly pinched her softening nipples back into attention.
“Kari, sweet, we’re just getting started. In fact, I think you should come again before we move on.”
No. Wait.
And he slid back down. With fingers and mouth and tongue—and teeth this time—he brought her to another orgasm. A screaming one.
Oh God, oh God, oh God. Her heart was thudding so fast it felt like a galloping horse, and her lungs labored to find enough air.
He moved back and unfastened her ankles. “Kari.”
She blinked at him.
He gently pushed the sweaty strands of hair off her face and then moved on top of her, holding his weight on his elbows. “Bring your legs up,” he whispered before he took her mouth, plunging his tongue in.
She could taste herself, another shock in itself. Managed—eventually—to remember what he’d said. Legs up. Her legs were free, and she slid them up to settle beside his hips. His penis slid in the wetness of her folds; each brush against the swollen, sensitive tissues sent tremors through her.
When his hand dropped down and pressed the head of his penis to her entrance, she moaned, shivered.
Without any more warning, he drove into her, all the way to the hilt.
“Oh!” Impaled on him, she tried to jerk away. “Oooh…” Her insides pulsed around his intrusion, and her arms futilely yanked at the restraints.
Chapter Nine
“Oh, sweetheart, you feel good,” Dan murmured, taking her mouth again for a kiss. So good she was liable to kill him dead as her pussy squeezed his cock like a hot, pulsing fist. She was tight, slick with her own juices.
From the tightening of her muscles, the slight cringing away, he was bigger than she was used to. He got a deplorable sense of satisfaction from knowing that.
He kissed her while he waited for her body to adjust, plunging his tongue into her mouth in slow strokes, imitating what he’d be doing to her shortly. With one hand, he toyed with those sensitive nipples. The little whimpers she made could harden a dead man.
When he felt her hips start to move upward in response, he grinned and slid out—in—her moans as addictive to him as gin to an alcoholic. As he increased the speed, he released her wrists from the restraints. Her arms wrapped around him convulsively before her hands started stroking his back, adding to his pleasure.
He surged deeper, and her silken pussy contracted around him. With every hard thrust, his balls slapped against her soft buttocks, sending an inflaming vibration through him. He could feel her thigh muscles tremble as she awoke again to pleasure and moved right into true need.
What idiot could have possibly thought she was cold? Gripping her hips, he yanked her up against him with each stroke and then rubbed his pelvis down her clitoris as he withdrew. Her moans transformed into hard panting, and her fingers clenched his shoulders like miniature vises. Her little fingernails dug into his skin, arousing pinpricks of pain.
Faster, harder—she was almost there. He could feel his cock swell as he kept himself from coming. Reaching down between them, he swirled his fingers in the wetness from her pussy, then stroked up and over her clit.
She broke with a scream, spasming around him so hard his own climax engulfed him. With a roaring growl of pleasure, he buried his length within her and let her milk him dry.
Kari was still shuddering from the shock waves of pleasure when Master Dan rolled them over and nestled her to his side, her head on his chest. She could hear his heart drumming under all that muscle. His arms kept her against him, and she—she needed that right now, somehow.
He’d tied her up.
And she’d not only let him but had enjoyed everything he’d done. What was happening to her?
“You’re thinking again, little sub,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “What about?”
She’d be doing a lot of thinking, she had a feeling. Instead of answering him, she ran her fingers over his rock-hard biceps. “You’re so strong,” she whispered.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered back. His fingers slid down her waist to squeeze and stroke her bottom.
“I should be all muscular like you.”