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Chapter
7: Not Just Lip Service
Ayden
stands in the hall, eager to go to Master Hunter but unsure of herself. She tugs on her freshly combed pigtails and
resolutely steps out of the hall and into the light of the bedroom, baring
herself fully to Master Hunter. He is
seated in a pink wing back chair. It is
one of a pair that are situated on either side to the balcony doors. Ayden thinks how peculiar he appears sitting
in such a feminine chair. He has changed
into a dark green robe that has the logo of the inn emblazoned across his chest
in gold thread.
Ayden
stands waiting. She shifts her feet
nervously and pulls at her pigtail. She
stands barely in the room watching Master Hunter tie and untie the belt of his
robe into a loose knot.
Without
looking up Master Hunter asks, “What are you waiting for Babygirl?”
“You
have already been told to come to me and I am waiting,” he reminds her.
With
faltering footsteps Ayden steps forward.
The walk across the room feels like it takes hours but she finally finds
she is standing before Master Hunter; exposed and anxious, but prepared to give
herself over to him.
“You
are more stunning that I could have imagined,” he tells her breathlessly.
“Please
turn and face away from me with your hands behind your back,” he instructs.
Spinning
carefully on her heels Ayden turns to face the mass of lace that covers the
bed. She clasps her hands behind her
back. A shiver runs down her spine as
she feels Master Hunter’s hand reach up and press against her back gently
sliding gradually down to her where her hands lay trembling. She hears the sound of the belt being removed
from his robe but does not comprehend what she has heard until she feels the
soft fabric being secured around her hands and wrists binding them in place;
powerless, dependent.
Laothoe
binds her hands tightly with the soft fabric so that she will not have use of
them for the evening and steps back to admire his creation. “Beautiful,” he exclaims.
“Please
face me now,” he says, “and kneel for me.”
The
bindings have had the precise effect he was hoping for. Ayden lowers herself to the floor to kneel
before him. Her skin still shows a
slight glistening from the moisture of her bath and the fire light shines on
her giving her a delicate glow. Her legs
are open wide and he hungers to claim her, but he will savor her and take his
time in claiming her for his own. Her
arms are pulled back by the bindings making her breast arch up to welcome
him. They looked divine as she bathed
and he determines that they will be his tonight.
He
steps to the fire, his robe falling unrestricted around his knees. He leans on the mantle trying to subdue his
enthusiasm for this girl. Thoughtfully
he turns to her and orders her to come to him on her knees and delights in her
delicious struggle to please him. When
she is kneeling before him he rubs his toe against her firm thighs and leans an
elbow on the mantle for support.
Ayden
watches curious as Master Hunter seems to falter. She waits; the intensity building in her
belly.
Finally
he speaks, ”Tonight you will serve me using only your mouth.” He pulls back his
robe and holds it behind him with his free hand.
Ayden’s
eyes instantly go to Master Hunter’s groin.
Sprouting from a mass of curly hair Master Hunter’s penis rises up to
greet her. She looks up to him for
reassurance but he does not return her entreaty. His eyes are fixed straight ahead. She returns her gaze to greet her new
master. She hesitantly leans in and
kisses it gently on the head and it jumps beneath her lips.
Gingerly
she touches her tongue to the folds of skin as they rapidly spring to
life. Ayden guides her tongue around the
pulsing fold at the base of the tip, wetting it before letting the tip burst
through her lips into the waiting warmth of her mouth. She hears Master Hunter let out a moan and
the feeling is intoxicating.
She
can no longer hold herself back. She
recklessly plunges her mouth over the shaft and it jumps to life inside her;
pulsing against the roof of her mouth as it because rigid at her touch. Master Hunter gasps above her but his voice
is less pleasurable than the acclaim he shows her mouth.
She
slides her mouth up and down the length, grinding deep against the curly hair
that threatens to tickle her nose. She
feels Master Hunter pressing back forcing himself deep into her throat. His breathing is quickening and she is not
prepared to release her newfound plaything.
She slides her mouth to the tip holding it softly between her
teeth. Pausing, panting, she looks up to
see Master Hunter is looking down on her and she smiles up at him despite her
full mouth.
Sucking
she pulls off the tip and kisses it once more while holding Master Hunter’s
watchful scrutiny. He opens his mouth to
say something to her but she gives him and impish smile and drops under letting
the wet shaft rub across her cheek.
Before he can utter a word she has popped the nearest testicle into her
mouth and careful tugs at it. She lets
her tongue explore as Master Hunter’s rebuke comes out as a deep sigh. A smile spreads across his face and he closes
his eyes.
Ayden
smiles knowing she has made Master Hunter very happy. With her lips she slides the orb from her
mouth and kisses it, returning her attention to the shaft bouncing off her
cheek begging to be recognized again.
She
slides her mouth over it letting it fall to the back of her throat and the
imagine of the man who rescued her earlier in the day pops into her mind. She tries to chase it out, but it refuses to
leave. She pictures herself kneeling for
him and pleasing him with her mouth.
She
closes her eyes and hungrily feeds on the shaft. Surprised by her own desire Ayden sucks
greedily on the throbbing mass in her mouth.
She feels Master Hunter’s hand on her head pressing her to him but in
her mind she can see only her rescuer.
Her panting begins to match that of Master Hunter and they fall into a
swift rhythm. His hips rise up to meet
her lips as they slide over the glistening skin. Master Hunter’s moans turn to grunting and he
thrusts deep into her hungry mouth.
Ayden runs her tongue around in her mouth chasing, but never catching
the head that slides across the roof of her mouth pounding deeper with every
plunge.
Just
as Ayden is succumbing to Master Hunter’s probing he thrusts his hips forward,
balls a handful of her hair in his fist, and presses her mouth deep onto
him. Abruptly there is a powerful surge
that runs through Master Hunter and it is released into her waiting mouth. For a flash she cannot breathe but as the hot
liquid pulses against the back of her throat she swallows frantically. Liquid seeps from the edge of her mouth and
she sucks the convulsing mass while Master Hunter cries out with each rush of
salty fluid that fills her appreciative mouth.
She
kisses the softening mass when Master Hunter pulls her mouth away. Ayden listens as his breathing slows while
her tongue licks at the last of the liquid that remains. She teases and toys with the flaccid flesh
giving Master Hunter time to catch his breath.
Suddenly,
Master Hunter’s hands are under her arms, lifting her, and she lands on her
back in a billow of fluffy white quilts.
Ayden gasps.
He
crawls up the length of her body reaching her nipple he sucks it harshly into
his mouth. Ayden squirms. He nibbles at the vulnerable mound of flesh
making Ayden moan. Raising up on his
knees, straddling her hips, he pinches both of her nipples and she cries out in
pain that is gone as quickly as it came.
“I will hear you beg tonight,” he mandates, “You will not orgasm until I
have given my permission.”
He
slides back off the end of the bed and grabs her legs, lifting them straight
into the air and pulls her down to the edge of the bed. She is hanging slightly off the end of the
bed but her bound hands and upper body hold her in place. She looks up at him standing between her
knees, not knowing what is about to happen to her and barely chirps, “Yes
Master Hunter.”
He
kneels at the end of the bed and opens her legs wide inspecting her before
touching her further. “I am always
pleased to find a wet vessel,” he announces.
Master
Hunter disappears between her legs and lets them drape over his shoulders and
down his back. Ayden tries to raise her
head to see where he has gone but bound hands prevent her from seeing anything.
She
is not kept in suspense long as a sudden shot of fire seizes her body when his teeth
graze across her clit. She is caught by
surprise and immediately balls her fists around the quilt beneath her, bucking
her hips, and crying out.
Laothoe
laughs in delight at the sudden violent reaction from Ayden. He knows it is going to be sweet torture and
he will enjoy every moment of her delectable torment. She earned it he decides.
He
lets his tongue explore the folds of her skin, listening to her breathing
quicken to short soft pants. He nibbles
at her labia and is rewarded with soft whimpers. He smiles with delight and sucks it in
between his teeth, teasing it, listening to her soft appeals,
Ayden’s
mind races. The fire in her belly makes
it impossible for her to think. She
tries to remember if he told her to be silent, but his tongue traces circles
around her labia making it impossible to remember. He sucks it between his teeth and she cannot
breath. She whimpers balling the quilts
beneath her into a ball. He told her to
beg she remembers at the very moment his tongue slips inside of her. “Oh, Please,” she moans triumphantly, but his
head shakes from side to side, his tongue following behind and setting off
fireworks between her legs with every movement.
She
tightens her thighs on his head and raises her hips and he rewards her by
punishing her little clit, teasing it mercilessly with his tongue. She does not hold back but cries out in
wonderful agony. She dare not move or
the delightful anguish might end. Her
mind races back trying to remember and again her beautiful rescuer with his
deep blue eyes is standing before her in her mind. Again Master Hunter’s tongue dances across
her tortured clit and she moans forgetting what she was trying to remember.
She
spreads her legs wider welcoming the wonderful agony. She moves her feet to his shoulders and lifts
herself up to find his gifted tongue.
She remembers. Master Hunters
brushes his teeth over her begging clit and the air is sucked from her
lungs. She feels the muscles in her
belly tighten and she knows she cannot hold back for long. She tries to clear her mind of the tongue
that has so skillfully mounted her. “May I orgasm, please?” she gasps with her
failing breath and again the tongue races from side to side. She claws at the quilts. Her heart is pounding and every part of her
cries out for release.
She
hears her own voice crying out in rasping pants. Her bucks against her will. The tongue darts inside of her again and her
legs begin to shake and her hips thrust up to meet it. She desperately wants to please him, but does
not understand the directions he has given her.
In desperation she implores, “Master Hunter I cannot hold back much
longer. May I please orgasm now?”
Unexpectedly,
Master Hunter stops the circular motions that are holding her captive and he
meets her thrusts with a nod of his head.
His tongue wiggles from her clit down the length of her labia and darts
inside of her only to return again to her obedient clit begging for
punishment. He nods his permission in
perfect unison to her thrusts.
Master
Hunter’s permission opens her flood gates and Ayden’s body begins to thrash and
heave below this mouth. Her desperate
cries pour from her mouth as wave after wave courses through her body obtaining
glorious release from Master Hunter’s tongue.
Moments
later still panting and trying to calm the explosions still going off in her
head Master Hunter is beside her whispering in her ear. He tells her, “You were amazing and I could
not be more proud to be your Lord and Master.”
He rests his head on her heaving chest and this tongue plays across her
hardened nipple. Gently he tugs the
hardened little nipple into his mouth and Ayden lets her body relax under his
soothing kisses that only moments ago held her prisoner.
Ayden
is drifting her body feels heavy and the bed feels so soothing. She must have drifted off because Master
Hunter is at her feet again and has her by the ankles. She panics and is instantly awake. He mind screams out, “No!” She cannot suffer that magnificent punishment
again. She is about to open her mouth in
protest when she flips her over on her belly.
He kisses the back of her knees. He spreads her legs wide and lets out
and appreciative moan while running his fingers along the wet remains at her
apex. He kisses each of her firm cheeks
and announces, “Soon I will claim this too.”
He unties her hands and lifts her from the bed.
He carries
her naked, exhausted body to the side of the bed, pulls back the covers, and
gently settles her on the pillow.
“Tonight you sleep here,” he tells her.
Master Hunter pulls up the blankets and tucks her into bed. His lips brush her forehead as she drifts off
and he tells her he is going downstairs for a drink of ale and to make his
delivery.
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