The Strangling

She moved and her hand flinched, curling in on itself, her eyes snapping shut. She bit her lip.

It was time for the lesson to move on. He rode forward to his knees and climbed over her. He kissed her rosebud lips, his pleasure growing when they parted and she gave a quiet moan. Easing her back against the pillows on the floor, his hands stroked the surface of her neck and down between her luscious breasts. He longed to see her fully naked.

She rolled her head and looked up at him bearing down on her, clinging to him, her fingers laced behind his head, her knee rising alongside his thigh. He focused on what was between them, directing it back into her. She gasped, her head going back against the pillows.

"Yes, feel how strong it is, Maerose."

She nodded and clutched at him again. Her eyes darkened; the scent of her body grew rich. His cock pounded, and he reached down to lift her skirts, his hands moving over her bare thighs and up, to stroke the soft hair at their juncture. To feel her there was ecstasy in itself. The plump pad of her mound made a cushion for a man to claim, to kiss and bite, to douse in his seed and make his own.

He slid his thumb into her slit, groaning when it gave way readily, so damp and inviting. Her bud was fully swollen. He brushed his thumb over it, watching her face change, her expression startled, then pleasured. He teased her again and she panted heavily, her head going back, her hair spilling across the floor. She was so receptive, so lush, the tender pulse in her neck beating fast.

Easing between her open thighs, he rested against her and let her feel how hard he was.

"Gods,” she whispered, biting her lip again.

He rolled his hips between her thighs. “You make me hard, the moment I think of you.” He bent to kiss her neck. “But the power of my desire is strengthened a hundredfold when it is reflected in you.” The niche where hi

s cock rested was so hot. Her scent filled the air, maddening him. He grasped her waist, rolled onto his back and pulled her over him.

"Maerose, I want you to feel it.” He moved her so that her thighs splayed over his hips, so that she was rested on his cock, her hot niche bearing down on him. He fixed her wide-eyed gaze with his.

"I want you to take it. Feel it. Control it."

His command was total.

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CHAPTER SIX

Maerose faltered, but his powerful words hit her strangely, and the desire he poured into her plumed through her body, rising against her own. She was heady with sensation. Seeing him like that, so darkly handsome as he lay on his back, commanding her to ride him, caused a sob to rise in her throat. Yes, she was afraid of what was ahead, but even if she had wanted to, she could not have resisted his will.

Her position astride him empowered her. She was overwhelmed with the need to give herself to him, to feel him take her again. His phallus through his breeches was rigid, huge. Inside, she clenched, the place where he was meant to be recognizing his form, his need, and his rising seed. She rubbed against the bulge, driven by her need to have it thrust deep within her, touching her at her very core.

"Let me see you naked.” He pushed up her clothing, and she drew her petticoats over her head, dropping them to the floor. Her hands instinctively covered her bared breasts, but he fixed her with another determined glance and the command was in it. She let her hands fall, baring herself completely.

He eyed her body slowly, deliberately, his fingers following his gaze, tracing over her upright nipples, her waist and her hips. “You're a goddess, a complete and perfect goddess."

His words released a river of wanting.

He rested his hands between her splayed thighs, and with his thumbs he eased her intimate folds apart, his expression captivated. He ran one thumb over her most sensitive place, the kernel of flesh that was swollen upright with sensation. She shivered, mindless. He continued to stroke her to frenzy with one thumb, his other hand pulling his phallus from his breeches.

One look at it, and wanting traversed through her, shuddering from her center where she craved his hardness. He worked it in his hands while she watched, longingly. She reached her hands into her hair, her hips swaying.

"Your teats are full with passion. Touch them for me."

Her fingers lowered, resting over her nipples. They were hard, tingling with tension. She arrested them between her fingers. He urged her on and she pulled at them, roughly, her body dropping forward when a bolt of pleasure shot between her nipples and the place where his phallus pressed insistently for entry.

"Hold me, feel the heat you have stirred in me."

Obediently, her hand wrapped around the solid shaft. It was silken smooth, but so hard and hot. Her free hand rested on his thigh, solid as oak. She slid her fingers around the base of his mighty phallus and stroked the black hair that drew a tapering line from there up to his chest. His sac rose high beneath her fleeting touch. He looked at her intensely, his hips shifting restlessly. His phallus moved within her grip, thrusting. She moaned, deep craving making her catlike in her need.

"Climb on to me, lower yourself down and feel every part of meeting and exchange."

Her thighs were trembling as she moved to mount him, her fingers fumbling.

He put his thumb at the base of his phallus and rode it through her furrow, moving it into position. “Don't be afraid, but go slowly and feel the way we meld together, the entwined pleasure, the power it creates."

The crown pushed insistently at her opening. The connection unraveled the last of her shyness. “Oh, Bron, yes.” She flooded anew, her sticky juices marking her thighs, running down the length of his shaft. Easing down, the pressure of being filled sent wave after wave of hot pleasure through her.