Chapter 7: Not Just Lip Service

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 is situated on either side to the balcony doors.  Ayden thinks how peculiar he appears sitting in such a feminine chair and she smiles.  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 gliding 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.”

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.  Rising 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 hips buck against her will.  The tongue darts inside of her again and her legs begin to shake, but 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 lips.  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 his tongue plays across her hardened nipple.  Gently he tugs the hardened little ball 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.  Her mind screams out, “No!”  She cannot suffer that magnificent punishment again.  She is about to open her mouth in protest when he 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 to sleep and he tells her he is going downstairs for a drink of ale and to make his delivery.

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Ayden wakes feeling refreshed.  The smells of ocean air and fresh cotton linens mingle together in her nose.  She stretches and drops an arm over her face to shield her eyes from the morning sun that is shining through the windows.  She rolls lazily onto her side, turning her back on the particles of dust that are dancing Swan Lake through the cheery sunbeams.  Sitting up she realizes Master Hunter is not in the room and she wonders where he has gone.  The morning air draws her to the balcony.  She grabs a quilt off the bed and steps out into the light of a brand new day.

Down below all is quiet.  The staff is not there to haul the luggage.  There are no carriages taking visitors to destinations in town.  There are no lovers collecting stolen kisses in the garden.  There is only the silent chill of the morning fog rolling in with the ocean breezes.  Ayden wraps the blanket tighter around her and sits down in an Adirondack chair, pulling her knees up to her chin.  Wishing she had a warm cup of tea to hold in her cold hands she watches as the fog summersaults over itself rolling towards the shore.  She knows she should go inside but she breathes in deep and relishes the peace she is feeling.

Ayden sits there, braced against the chilled air; day-dreaming and listening to the birds sing their morning melodies.  She smiles remembering her rescuer in the garden with the deep blue eyes.  She is reveling in her serenity when she sees a solitary figure struggling to climb up the hill from the private cove.  She watches through the mist as the figure grows closer and there is something familiar about the way it moves.  The figure reaches the crest of the hill and ducks behind the corner of the inn.  Ayden realizes it is the old hag that visited Master Hunter’s shop just a few days ago.  She raises her hand to wave to the old woman but the hag is already out of sight.

The chill has seeped under the quilt.  Ayden moves back into the room and closes the doors behind her.  She takes another long luxurious bath in the enormous tub.  The hot water chases away the chill of the morning air.  She feels like a kid again holding her breath under the water for as long as she can.  She lays there soaking in the calming waters until she has leeched every last drop of the warmth from her little swimming pool.

She finds her bikini and shirt where she left them to dry and puts them back on, making a mental note to ask Master Hunter about finding something new to wear.  With her teeth brushed she combs out her hair and pulls it up in a single ponytail, hoping that Master Hunter will not mind for today.

Based on the sun flickering into the room, through the light fog outside, Ayden guesses it is still very early in the morning.  When she gets back in the bedroom she looks around for a clock.  She wonders how long Master Hunter will be gone.  Unsure of how she could have missed it earlier Ayden discovers the lace covered table in the turret has been set and wonders if someone has snuck in while she was in the bath.  It is beautiful.  Small china teacups, with pink roses and the delicate handles trimmed in gold, sitting on matching saucers.  There is even a tall teapot as part of the set and Ayden sends up a silent, “Thank you,” into the sky for Master Hunter, where ever he has gone. On a silver tray beside the tea set is a bowl of fresh fruit and a plate of small sandwiches.  Ayden grabs at a sandwich, suddenly realizing how hungry she is, and inhales the quarter slice in three bites. 

In the center of the table is a crystal vase containing a single pink tulip.  How could Master Hunter have known that the Angelique tulip is her favorite?  Leaning against the crystal vase is a small envelope with, “BabyGirl,” scrawled on the front in tiny letters.  Ayden opens the envelope and finds a hand-written note left for her from Master Hunter.  The note reads:

“Thank you, you served me well this evening.  Unfortunately I will not be back in time for dinner due to the jewelry delivery, but I have sent up something that I hope you will enjoy.  Do not wait up for me.  I will be in very late and will see you in the morning.  Sleep well Babygirl.”

Ayden reads the note two more times.  She tucks it back in the envelope thinking how odd it sounds, but so much of the past few days have been peculiar and she shrugs it off.  Could the note have been here all along she wonders, but decides to ask Master Hunter when he returns.  She is excited about the prospect of having the whole day to relax and enjoy this beautiful room with a view.

She hurriedly sits down, shakes out a napkin in her lap, and pours a large cup of tea.  She takes a sip without even blowing on it, but it is cold.  It is ice cold, however it not an unpleasant flavor.  She sets the cup down deflated and scoops some of the fruit onto her plate.  There are grapes, raspberries, strawberries, and small slices of what look like apples.  She eats three more of the sandwich pieces and almost the entire bowl of fruit before her hunger is satisfied. 

With her hunger abated Ayden is more optimistic about the tea.  She prefers her tea warm, but Ayden takes the porcelain cup to the book shelf and looks for something to read.  She finally finds a book on the bottom shelf.  She drags one of the pink chairs over near the fire, stirs the coals, and crosses her fingers as she throws another log onto the glowing embers.  She curls up in the chair and begins to thumb through the first few pages.  The primary character is a college student who is romanced by a sexy executive and then proceeds to whine and complain about everything he asks her to do.  Ayden does not get far into the book before she gives up.  She sips her tea and stares into the flames as they begin to flicker.

Ayden wanders around the room, nibbling on the remaining sandwiches and trying to coax the fire to life.  It is suborn and refuses to burn.  She contemplates tossing the book in to get it started but decides that might not be a good idea.  It turns into a lovely day and she spends several hours just sitting on the balcony watching the few visitors that are moving down below.  She finds the girls that pull the carriages interesting and studies how they move.  There is something regal about them.  Ayden hopes that Master Hunter will take her home in one of those if she is very good.  There really is not much to keep her amused.  It seems very quiet compared to the day before when carriages were lining up and moving people continually.  After waiting an interminable amount of time for the next carriage her eyes begin to study the patterns in the garden.  The colors of the flowers make a design.  It appears to be some sort of maze, but after Ayden makes several attempts to work her way through only to find herself back at the fruit tree she gives up.  If Master Hunter would ever come back to the room she might be able to convince him to walk her down there for a closer look.

It is as she is sitting there trying to crack the code to the maze that her stomach begins to rumble.  She goes inside, but she has snacked on what little of the food that was left after breakfast and there is not a bite left on the tray.  Depositing herself back in the Adirondack chair on the balcony Ayden is beginning to feel rather grumbly, but most of all she is bored.  Her fire would not start.  She cannot find a book that interests her.  The maze is impossible to solve and now she is famish again.  She looks down at the garden.  There is not a single person milling around.  There are no girls chained to the posts below the tree.  She wonders if Master Hunter would mind her going down to stretch her legs and to pick a few pieces of the fruit she so enjoys.  It would at least fill her stomach and Ayden delights in the idea that it might also give her something to do.