Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales)

Slowly, Sammi nodded.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I…I can’t help my pussy getting wet when you kiss me and make me feel so…so needy.”

“We’ll talk about what you need in just a minute,” Roark promised her. “But for now, since I caused this problem, I guess I ought to be the one to clean it up.” He gave Sammi a lustful look. “Tell me, Samantha, would you like me to give your soft little pussy a bath with my tongue?”

Sammi’s breath caught in her throat and pure lust surged through her so hard she couldn’t even answer. She could only nod her head and lift her hips, offering herself, begging for the pleasure he was offering her.

“Then I will,” Roark told her. “Now keep your sweet little cunt spread nice and wide for me so I can clean up all your honey, darling.”

Without waiting for a reply, he dipped his head low and began giving her the “bath” he had promised. Starting at the entrance to her pussy he took a long, slow, leisurely lick, dragging his tongue all the way up her spread folds and over her aching clit until he reached the top of her slit.

“Gods…” His eyes blazed again as he swallowed and looked up at her. “You taste so fucking good, Samantha. Can’t help myself—I need more.”

The last word was nothing but a growl and suddenly he wrapped his arms around her thighs to split her even wider. Sammi gasped as he dived down again, lapping more fiercely this time, feasting on her open pussy as he licked and sucked, cleaning her juices away with his tongue and then going back for more.

“Oh…oh, Roark!” she gasped. Her back arched and her hips bucked up as she rode his tongue shamelessly. So good—it felt so good. She could never get enough of the pleasure he offered just as it seemed that Roark could never get enough of tasting her pussy.

Over and over he lapped her hungrily, first circling her aching clit with his tongue and then sucking it into his mouth to lash it fiercely until she cried out with pleasure and rose up to meet him again while she tugged at his hair.

At last Sammi started tilting over the edge. She was close…so close. She could feel her orgasm hovering on the horizon and she knew that when it hit, it would rock her entire soul to the roots.

But just as she was about to tilt over the edge, Roark pulled back, panting.

“Roark!” she cried, unable to help voicing her disappointment. “Why did you stop? I was almost there!”

“I stopped because I don’t want you to come on my tongue—not this time,” he growled softly. His eyes were glowing like pale flames and his mouth and chin were shiny with her juices. “I need you to come on my cock, darling, while I’m buried deep inside you, filling you with my seed.”

“All right—yes.” Sammi nodded eagerly. “Yes, Roark, I want that too. Please…please take me.”

“I will, but first I brought an old friend.”

“A what?” she asked, but he had already rolled over and was reaching into the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. When he pulled out the tiny black hemisphere she remembered from their “experiments” with the Inseminator, Sammi bit her lip.

“Is this all right?” Roark raised an eyebrow and looked at her to make sure he wasn’t going too far. “Does it…bring back bad memories?”

“Bad memories?” Sammi shook her head, surprised that he would think that. “The times you had me hooked up to that harness and opened up with the spreader bar so the inseminating arm could…could fuck me were some of the hottest in my life.” She blushed as she spoke, but she wanted her new husband to know she had wanted what he did to her as much as he had wanted to do it. She didn’t want Roark to carry any guilt for the way he had dominated her—especially when she had submitted willingly.

“Truly?” he asked, looking at her closely. “You really feel that way?”

“God, yes.” Sammi felt a new surge of lust as she remembered the way he’d put her on her hands and knees and fucked her with so many different phalluses. “It was incredibly erotic. In fact…” She bit her lip. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind you doing it to me again, sometime. Though tonight I don’t want anyone but you inside me.”

“And you’ll have me,” Roark promised, his voice a soft growl. “But first I want to put the Goddess pearl shield on you. I want to be able to tease your sweet little clit while I thrust inside you, darling. While I fuck you.”

Sammi moaned at his dirty words and spread her thighs wide for him.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, looking up at him submissively. “Do it—do whatever you want with me. I’m yours—yours completely.”