Slavemaster's Woman, The (11 page)

Her balance was unsteady and she swayed
before leaning back against him. Her next breath was heavy.

He grasped the collar of the shirt she wore,
and slipped it from her shoulders. It dropped to the floor, an easy
task considering how large it was on her. Pressing one hand against
her belly, he swept the palm of his other hand upward along the
side of Cushla’s body until he reached her breast. He gently
pinched and rolled the nipple of her breast with his finger as he
kissed her neck, first nuzzling and then skimming his lips along
the line of her jaw then retracing his path to suckle her neck once
again. His hand shifted, attending to her other breast.

Cushla’s head fell back. Her mouth fell open
and she released a quivering breath. Her eyes were closed.

“Open your eyes and look at me, mistress,”
he whispered.

To his surprise and to his pleasure she
complied, her lids fluttering open until she was gazing directly
into his eyes and he could see the haze of arousal in them. Her
crystal gaze was even more stunning up close, captivating him,
almost consuming him to the point that he nearly froze within their
hypnotic radiance. The moment caught him unaware as he realized
that even stronger men than he, might be driven to slay even an
ally to possess this rare beauty by the name of Cushla.

Tarken exhaled, fighting to regain control
as he wondered if she was aware of the sexual power she possessed.
He thought not, or she would use it to her advantage. Perhaps in
this moment she already was. He continued to kiss her flesh, not
caring if it was for his gratification or her own, or the training
that he was obliged to give her, or the punishment for that matter.
All he could comprehend was that he wanted to taste every inch of
her.

Lifting his head away from her, Tarken
cupped Cushla’s chin, tilting her face toward him. He took
possession of her mouth again. Her lips were lush and soft beneath
his, heightening his desire, pushing it close to a point of no
return. If she refused him now, it might be the one time in his
life he would go insane for the sake of wanting a woman.

The hand that was flattened against her
abdomen slid downward seeking to touch her intimately. Tarken
groaned as he skimmed his finger along the length her hairless
labia. Cushla’s hips jerked, encouraging him to continue his
caresses. Sensuously, he ran his fingers along her crease, pinched
softly at the swells protecting her clit and he felt a slight
buckle as Cushla’s legs gave way. He held her up, his finger now
stroking her throbbing bud while his tongue dipped inside of her
mouth.

Tarken turned her again, bending her back
slightly in his arms. Slowly, he began backing her to the bed, his
lust for her heightening when her hands grasped his hips, and she
pressed into him. He felt her mouth applying equal pressure to his,
kissing him with fervor equal to his own. Tarken’s hands gripped
Cushla’s bottom. He pressed her tighter to his groin, fighting the
mind-blowing urge to throw her on the bed and slam into her. If he
wanted her to fully consent, to release her passion, he needed to
stay in control.

Tarken pulled his mouth from hers, and
released her, his body shuttering in protest at the separation but
he wanted to move more slowly, had to douse the scorching urgency
to ravage her that was surging inside of him. Never before had any
woman ever caused him to feel so dangerously close to being
sexually out of control! “Lie down on the bed, mistress,” he
commanded, his voice husky with desire.

Her eyes shifted and fell to the sheets
before returning to his.

Tarken could see the sudden rise of
nervousness that reared in her expression. He waited patiently,
empowering her to make the decision, though he had to wonder how he
would react if she refused his bidding.

She was still, her gaze continuing to fixate
on his.

Tarken felt the muscles in his face relax
and he smiled at her.

It seemed to soothe her, the tension in her
expression fading as well. She returned his smile and then lowered
to sit on the bed. Without hesitation she pushed herself toward the
middle.

Tarken shed the shirt from his body and was
over her, anxious to feel her warm, soft flesh against him.

When he came down on her, Cushla spread her
legs willingly, openly inviting his hips to settle between
them.

It pleased him that she responded to him and
so quickly. Molten heat rose from her core, causing an instant riot
to erupt in his shaft as he rubbed his length along her crease.

Her breathing quickened in anticipation, her
hands lifting to grasp his shoulders, her fingers curling and
grasping hard at his flesh. She was wet and willing.

He knew he could sink his cock into her with
ease and with little resistance but he refrained. He had other
plans at the moment. Cupping her head in his hands, Tarken angled
his head and bent downward, seizing her mouth to kiss her hungrily
for several moments. He eased the kiss and his lips softened and
sighed with pleasure when she slid her tongue along his, attempting
to increase the pressure. Then, he pulled back and moved lower to
kiss her neck.

She arched, tipping her head back, giving
him ample room to nuzzle and suckle her there.

He moved even lower. Gliding his tongue down
along her body, between her breasts, he kissed the swell of them as
his fingers played with one of her nipples.

It hardened with his touch and her body
jolted. At the same time, Cushla moaned and her hands came up to
grasp his head. She dug her fingers through his hair.

He continued to descend, halting at her
abdomen, lingering, kissing her there for a moment before moving
further down.

Cushla’s body jolted even harder, but this
time he felt her resist his ministrations. Her legs straightened,
and Tarken looked up in time to see her eyes widening.

“What are you doing?” She didn’t look at
him, but instead stared at the ceiling, the trepidation in the tone
of her voice quite clear.

“Has no one ever kissed you here, mistress?”
Tarken rasped out, his voice hoarse with lust. “Licked your flesh
here.”

“No,” Cushla muttered timidly.

Tarken shook his head at her answer.
Such
a pity for those men who deprived themselves of such a delectable
treat.
He flicked his thumb across her clit a few times, and
her hips jerked simultaneously. Inhaling deeply, he allowed himself
the joy of this moment. His mouth, his face was so close her
womanhood he could smell her, the scent of her so enthralling that
his need to taste that sweet, little pussy of hers was driving him
wild. He would wait, deciding it would be her reward for good
behavior, though the deprivation felt more like a self-induced
punishment on himself.

Moving over her, Tarken planted his forearms
one to each side of her shoulders. Gazing down at Cushla he noticed
her eyes shift to the side to avoid looking at him.

Her body tensed beneath him, and her
willingness seemed to recede. Her legs were so straight and stiff,
that Tarken had to wonder what force it might take to pry them
open. Her breathing however, was rapid, her breasts rising and
falling rapidly, and her nipples were still hard.

He paused to wonder if she was indeed still
aroused. Bending toward her breasts, Tarken drew a nipple into his
mouth.

Cushla gasped.

Tarken’s gaze shifted upward to see her
eyelids flutter and then shut. Her lips parted slightly and then a
wave of pleasure spread across her face.

Ah yes…
She was still aroused. He
shifted upward again and kissed her mouth. At first, she resisted,
but then, Tarken could almost feel the exact moment her wall went
crumbling down, in the way her lips softened beneath his, how her
body seemed to give as his hands roamed all over her and in the
quiet mews of pleasure she probably wasn’t even aware she was
making.

Kissing and suckling and massaging her
flesh, Tarken took leisure, exploring every inch of her as he
slowly edged his way all over her upper body, her cheek, her neck
her shoulders. He settled on top of her once again, his hips
between her slowly parting thighs, and then he gazed at her
face.

Cushla’s eyes were still shut. Her cheeks
were flushed, her lips—
ah
—her lips were sensually parted,
pink and swollen, begging to be kissed even more.

Tarken lowered his head, and he kissed her
deeply, gliding his tongue along hers, ignoring the wall inside of
him that also seemed to be toppling over as he lavished in Cushla’s
response of thrusting her own tongue against his. It was passion at
its purest, and Tarken felt his mind let go, overcome by an untamed
lust that had been dormant inside him forever.

Lifting his head, he gazed at her face
again. Her lids fluttered open. Their eyes connected and became
locked. Heated desire sweltered between them and the rest of the
world, the rest of reality burned up as they became lost in each
other. He lowered his lips to hers once more, kissing her with
passion, and then slowly moved to kiss her face, her eyelids and
the tip of her nose, returning to take her mouth tenderly, his mind
reeling with the thought that he gained as much pleasure in the
simple foreplay as he intended to give.

Tarken raised his hips to poise the head of
his shaft at her opening. His hips began an easy thrust, working
his cock slowly into her, and at first, Cushla stiffened. Tarken
went still. Pressing his cheek at her temple, he waited. When her
pelvis jerked and the warmth of her sexual juices slid along the
length of his half inserted cock, he was sure she wouldn’t refuse
him. He felt her body fully relax beneath him, opening to be
penetrated. “You are exquisite, Cushla,” he murmured, straining to
ignore his pulsating erection, willing his mind to go slow. He
began to ease into her.

It was then Cushla’s hands came up, and she
flattened her palms against his gyrating hips. Tentatively at
first, Cushla rocked with him, her vaginal muscles bearing down
snugly around him.

A growl in Tarken’s throat rumbled forth,
and his shaft throbbed so fiercely, he thought he would spill his
load before he was even fully embedded inside of Cushla. It was
near torture to keep from driving into her, but Tarken didn’t want
to scare her, He wanted Cushla to accept...

“Shove it in me now!” She yelled. “Mother of
stars! Fuck me now!”

The instant shock that stunned Tarken’s
thoughts and movements were transient. What she wanted rapidly
became clear, and his lust for Cushla exploded. The reins snapped,
and he rammed into her hard, burying his erection as far as it
would go.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Cushla was out of
control, her body convulsing, her fingers clawing and scratching at
his thighs.

“Damn hellfires, Cushla!” Tarken pounded
into her, his hips slamming. There was no help for him now. He was
too far gone and hoped Cushla would come on her own and swiftly
because his cock was about to blow. How much longer he could hold
out was indeterminable, but at least she was on her way.

She crooned at first, before her voice
slowly began to escalate. Her legs flew open wider, stretching
outward into a very wide
V,
taking his full erection as
deeply as it would go
.

Tarken pumped into her, his pelvis bunching
with the swift, hard thrusts, alternating the movements to rotate
his hips, grinding against her vulva, stimulating her clit while
still embedded within her vagina.

Cushla responded by grinding back.

Her heavy panting, and the uttering she
expelled told him she was climbing toward the ecstasy he craved to
coax from her since the first time he saw her, touched her and
realized he would be the first one to experience her orgasm. The
thought provoked his arousal, driving Tarken into a sexual frenzy,
and like a piston he thrust and pumped into her, his cock hardening
almost painfully with every stroke as his balls hotly smacked
against her ass.

Cushla took his pounding, lying with her
legs outspread, crooning louder and louder with every hard stroke.
Bending her knees, she planted her feet firmly on the bed, her
thighs still spread wide. Cushla pumped, quickly finding Tarken’s
rhythm.

He grunted his approval in reply. They both
panted, their respirations increasing in tempo keeping stride with
their gyrating hips, and her body shuttered and surge as the impact
of her orgasm hit.“Oh stars, oh stars, oh stars!”

“Spirits, hell!” Tarken banged her
harder.

He was coming…She was coming.

Tarken’s shaft expanded, swelled, his fluids
busting forth, taking his mind into a rupture of release and
blinding relief of sexual satisfaction the likes of which he’d
never encountered before.

Cushla screamed…Tarken bellowed.

His arms wrapped more tightly around her,
and he could swear they were floating from the bed, but he was so
consumed by the rapture of the ecstasy that his mind was unable to
focus on it.

Sweat left their bodies’ slick, allowing
them to easily glide and pump at each other, the aftermath of their
orgasms as they continued to thrust in cadence almost as enjoyable
as the culmination. There was no slowing of their movements.
Instead, they both came to an abrupt stop, their groins pressed
tightly together, both gasping at the convulsing that continued to
throb between them.

Tarken collapsed on top of Cushla as she
collapsed beneath him, and he could swear he could hear the crack
of the bed frame as they crashed into the mattress. For an
insurmountable time neither of them moved, each working laboriously
to catch their breaths, astonished at what they’d both just
experienced and how amazing it was between them.

Tarken lifted his head and gazed down at
Cushla.