part three
anonymous
December 13 2008, 14:28:01 UTC
He ran a single finger down her slit.
“I see you are well ready for me and I have barely touched you.”
She felt his swollen tip pressing at her entrance and bit her lip to stop herself begging him to take her.
“You continuously humiliate me,” he growled into her ear as he bent over her.
“I’m sorry my lord.”
“You make me look less than a man.”
“You are not.”
“I know. I’ll show you.”
He held her hips hard as he pushed firmly into her, giving neither of them time to adjust as he began to thrust, the table creaking in protest at such vigorous movements. She moaned and groaned at the sensation of him stretching and filling her, of the glorious friction and the slap of his balls against her as he moved. But even his hands sliding to grab her breasts gave her little release. It wasn’t enough. She needed to be touched elsewhere.
But he’d told her not to.
She gasped in surprise when he suddenly pulled out, hurriedly manoeuvring her to lie on her back instead, spreading her legs wide before he slammed back into her again. He moved as forcibly as he could, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of it.
Her hands clung to him, encouraging him to use her so roughly.
“Say my name,” he demanded, body glowing with perspiration.
“Arthur...” she whispered heatedly, her gaze locked with his.
“Louder,” he insisted. “I wish the whole castle to hear who your master is.”
As if to force her, his fingers pinched once at her clit and she said it again, screaming that time.
“Arthur!”
The sound seemed to push him over the edge and he came with a roared growled, many frustrations pouring out in the action. To her surprise however he didn’t just abandon her, finished with his own satisfaction, but sunk feverishly to his knees his mouth instantly pressing at her folds, tongue probing and exploring.
She screamed his name again, half sobbing in want. He wrapped his arms firmly around her thighs to keep her still, her highly sensitised body writhing in delight as his mouth sought to bring her to orgasm. It didn’t take long and she clutched at his hair hard as she came, cursing and praising him at the same time.
He stood on shaky legs, pulling her towards him and finally kissing her with a tenderness that belied all that had come before.
“We should argue more often,” he said with a smile at last.
“Oh yes,” she said, fingers tracing patterns on his chest, secretly already plotting to tie him to the bed that night and tease him until he was begging her to make him come.
Equality in marriage was one of her beliefs after all.
“I see you are well ready for me and I have barely touched you.”
She felt his swollen tip pressing at her entrance and bit her lip to stop herself begging him to take her.
“You continuously humiliate me,” he growled into her ear as he bent over her.
“I’m sorry my lord.”
“You make me look less than a man.”
“You are not.”
“I know. I’ll show you.”
He held her hips hard as he pushed firmly into her, giving neither of them time to adjust as he began to thrust, the table creaking in protest at such vigorous movements. She moaned and groaned at the sensation of him stretching and filling her, of the glorious friction and the slap of his balls against her as he moved. But even his hands sliding to grab her breasts gave her little release. It wasn’t enough. She needed to be touched elsewhere.
But he’d told her not to.
She gasped in surprise when he suddenly pulled out, hurriedly manoeuvring her to lie on her back instead, spreading her legs wide before he slammed back into her again. He moved as forcibly as he could, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of it.
Her hands clung to him, encouraging him to use her so roughly.
“Say my name,” he demanded, body glowing with perspiration.
“Arthur...” she whispered heatedly, her gaze locked with his.
“Louder,” he insisted. “I wish the whole castle to hear who your master is.”
As if to force her, his fingers pinched once at her clit and she said it again, screaming that time.
“Arthur!”
The sound seemed to push him over the edge and he came with a roared growled, many frustrations pouring out in the action. To her surprise however he didn’t just abandon her, finished with his own satisfaction, but sunk feverishly to his knees his mouth instantly pressing at her folds, tongue probing and exploring.
She screamed his name again, half sobbing in want. He wrapped his arms firmly around her thighs to keep her still, her highly sensitised body writhing in delight as his mouth sought to bring her to orgasm. It didn’t take long and she clutched at his hair hard as she came, cursing and praising him at the same time.
He stood on shaky legs, pulling her towards him and finally kissing her with a tenderness that belied all that had come before.
“We should argue more often,” he said with a smile at last.
“Oh yes,” she said, fingers tracing patterns on his chest, secretly already plotting to tie him to the bed that night and tease him until he was begging her to make him come.
Equality in marriage was one of her beliefs after all.
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OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH THAT WAS AWESOME!
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