What's Hidden Beneath..

Miranda

I groaned heavily as his pace slowed from the hard punishing pace, feeling myself edge down from whatever that feeling was that was soaring through me. I felt lost for the moment in the combined sensations running through my body. I wanted more so much more and he was holding back.
Feeling an urgency within and lost in the swirl of emotins I wrapped my legs around him and thrust into him with all my might.
"Oh please master....Fuck me hard. I want it!"
The words escaped my lips before any thought could be put into them. All I knew was that I wanted to reach that peak, to feel the heat that threatened to take over, take over. and wanted nothing more than to be his. Dam the consequences.
A tormented moan was uttered from my parted lips as he took a firm hold of my hips and kept his pace slow for a time...
 
He had to admire her spirit. The slut was trying to fuck him herself, moving her hips to grind herself into him, trying to get herself off.
He slowed for a moment, feeling her do this, watching as her lust took over all rationality. She didn't care for anything more than his pleasure and his body. Almost a shame, he would have liked a bit of a challenge to break her in.
Beggars can't be choosers.
Besides, this can be fun too.
He moved at a faster pace now, holding onto her so that he could control both of their movements.
His breath caught short as he whispered to her once again, "Don't cum before me. If you cum before I lay my seed inside you, I will never fuck you again. I know how hot you are, I know how much you want me, hold it back...."
He nibbled her neck, letting his hands move from her hips and up her body,
"Hold it back."
Now it was really time to tease her. He was at a healthy pace, moving them back and forth. Their bodies colliding in pleasure, the hard sound of flesh against flesh filling their ears.
He was no longer fucking her though. He wanted her to fight off the orgasm, he wanted every fiber of her to try and stop the inevitable. If he could help it, she would cum.
His hands were already on her nipples, rolling them and pressing firmly against his calloused skin. She was ripe and ready, such a shame she had never felt this before. Here he was corrupting her within a couple of hours.
His mouth continued it's assault on her neck, but moved with a steady ease towards her own. He let out a grown as he kissed her.
 
Miranda

A soft groan parted my lips as his words swirled in my head. He wanted me to do what?!?! I didn't think it possible at this point, and felt it even more when his hands travelled across my flesh envoking a wave of pleasurable goosebumps behind it.
The harder I tried to fight it the less I seem to succeed. My head rolled back and forth, I closed my eyes for a brief second to try and conjure up something else to think about...something to take my mind off the inevitable that crept up over me like a tidal wave.
Nothing seemed to work his hands ever bringing me back to the reality of the moment and pushing me higher. I shuddered softly as I reached the point of no return and his lips met mine.
I whimpered softly in defeat when I felt this unfamiliar feeling wash over me, every pore feeling electrically charged. The warm wet nector of my body flowed over him and me and pooled beneath me on the bed.
Was I cumming? As he had put it. What was this?
My eyes snapped open with a look of defeat in them. Had I just defied him? I wasn't sure and kept moving slightly beneath him, feeling so alive and so very sensitive.
His look changed and I was concerned "Master? What was that?" I panted softly my chest heaving and laboring for every breath.
 
Drake pulled out of her, a loud popping noise as they broke apart. He looked down at her juices around his still hard cock. An unpleasent look upon his face as he still hovered over her.
"That, my dear, is a mess."
He moved away from her, standing on the side of the bed, "And you are going to clean up your mess. Look at how you soiled your master's cock. I gave you pleasure and you use it, you disobey me?"
He would have to show her a lesson. She needed to pay for her mistake.
"Now! clean it, nice and good. Every drop, you hear me?"
 
Christy

Morning dawned sooner than I expected and with it came the realization that no matter what I thought, or didnt think was reality, truth was this place scared me.
Packing up my bags, I quietly left the castle. I left a note for Drake or harris whomever found it first. Explaining an emergency at home and I needed to go. Exiting quietly, I walked the distance into town and caught a bus to the nearest city.
In a few days time at the most I would be home, safe and sound...



ooc: continue on :) Christy had to go :)
 
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Miranda

A soft whimper permeated the room as he slid fom my center and a shutter racked my spine with the tone in his voice.
I knew I had done something wrong, I couldn't fight what had come over me and now I had disappointed him. That fact could not push through past the feelings and my body continued to writh on the bed, silently begging for more.

"Now! clean it, nice and good. Every drop, you hear me?"

The thundering tone in his voice brought me fully around and suddenly the bonds that I had thought held me were gone. Quickly I rose from the bed, groaning with the pain between my legs. Was this normal? I wasn't sure at all and really hoped that it would pass, that it wouldn't happen the next time.
I looked at him as he stood before me, a questioning look on my face. He wanted me to clean it up now? And why wouldn't I get every drop?
"Yes Master" I sighed and turned away from him. By the light in the room I assumed it was night time and therefore didn't bother with covering up my body. My only thoughts were to get a towel and warm water to clean up my mess. Without another word I headed for the door, confident that I wouldn't anger him again by complying....
 
He grabbed her, a gentle but firm hand on her arm, holding her back to him.
"You are my slave," he said, looking into her eyes, and daring for her to say anything more than the truth.
"You are a slave to my needs and my wants, which means...."
He forced her to her knees before him, letting his cock slap up against one of her cheeks, and then her mouth.
"... That whatever I say, you must obey. I did not order you to go and get something to clean up your mess. I did not even order you to stand up."
He let his hands run through her hair for a moment, savoring the willingness inside of her.
"I simply ordered you to clean up your mess."
He looked down at her pretty face, a small spot of cum trickling off one of her lips.
"Now, will you obey your Master, or must I think of a punishment?"
 
Miranda

I flet my heart pounding so hard in my chest I thought it would burst through. He grasped my arm firmly and stopped me dead in my tracks.
"What was it he wanted?" I questioned silently just before he began to speak..
He made everything perfectly clear with his words and finalized it as his actions forced me to my knees before him. He was not insinuating I do what I think? Was he?
I feared as much and felt the rolling of my stomach, the wetness on my cheek and lip. I couldn't possibly, all that I had been taught, all that I knew. It wasn't right!
Rising to my feet before him, shaking my head...
"I fear you will have to find a suitable punishment, for that is a sinful act and very wrong....I couldn't possibly." I trembled with fear, fear of inexperience, fear of the unknown and this was all unknown to me...well aside from the stories I had been told. The images that passed through my mind sent a shudder of horror through me.
I felt a strong urge to flee the room, afraid of his reaction, but held fast in my place. I could feel his eyes on me and his silence was unnerving....
 
"This," he held his hands out, revealing a strip of leather, "Is a collar. You will wear it for now, until I deem fit something appropriate for your punishment."
He fitted it around her, clasping it together, and making sure it fit tight.
He loved how she was still on her knees, made for the whole concept to be better, more exciting.
"I will ask that you stay on your hands and knees. Humans deserve to walk, fuck toys who don't obey their Master, do not."
He opened the door of her room, walking out. The long piece of rope caught, and he pulled it tight.
"Come, we're going to your new bedroom. Something more fitting one of my bonded."
 
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