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pain began to build; each trip up and down her body brought a heightening of intensity. Along with the pain, however, came a pleasure she had never experienced before in her life. Each blow brought a thin sting with it and every sting made her cry out. If she had had a free hand she would have masturbated furiously but all she could manage was to press her throbbing slit against the padded leather and rub as hard and fast as she could.
The whip ceased its song momentarily. Her lust-hazed mind registered that fact but his hand was pressed into her soaked folds, his fingers were manipulating her clit and sliding deeply inside of her and she could not bear it any longer.
His silk shirt pressed against the burning ache that was the back half of her body, soothing the pain even as his free hand tangled into her hair and yanked her head back.
His teeth sank into her neck, not lightly either, pain that was as icy as it was hot shot through her flesh and she shrieked even as her hips gyrated madly against the cross, pressed backward toward the hot meat in his pants.
Need tore through all of her inhibitions, she was reduced to nothing more than want and lust by the whip and his fingers.
“Tell me, tell them, who you belong to,” he growled into her ear.
“You!” Lolita screamed. She wondered, briefly, if she would ever know his real name. Then she came. Slick and copious fluids shot form her center, coated his fingers and ran down his wrist.
His zipper came down in a flash. Her face pressed deeper into the cross so that her whole world was leather, the feel of his hand in her hair, his fingernails in her scalp and his cock, filling her as she thrust her ass out away from the cross in a frenzied effort to take him, all of him, inside of her.
His hard length pushed against her walls, stretched them wider and she gasped and shuddered, no matter how much he filled her she wanted more, needed more.
Darien’s hands slid from her hair and to her hips, someone knelt at the foot of the cross and freed her ankles, the manacles let go with a loud clink that made her scream again, her ass jerking back even further.
Darien’s hands lifted her lower body, her face smacked into the leather of the cross while his body beat relentlessly into hers. She begged for more, there were no words left to her so only her mostly inarticulate cries served as pleas.
A second orgasm exploded through her and she felt the throbbing of his member inside her clenching walls as he joined her in that ecstasy. An eternity passed, he held her and stroked and kissed her body. The pain was back and it was ringing throughout her being but she welcomed it as sanity returned.
The room was filled with people and when he released her and turned her around shame made her drop her face but the murmurs of, ‘ that was lovely ’, ‘ thank you for sharing such magnificence with us ’, and so on made her lift her head again. Over and above all of that, though, was his pride in her.
His hands rested around her waist and he walked her through the room, his body leaning close to hers until they reached a handsome older man with a mustache and dark eyes who stopped them with an abrupt gesture.
“Knight,” he said under his breath, “I have some information you need.”
“What information?”
“The whereabouts of certain documents, and a certain young lady.”
Illicit Liaison Book 4: Final Engagement
Darien felt Lolita’s muscles tense below his fingers. He held her a little more firmly, a silent warning and she stayed mute despite her instincts to lash out. That the man knew who they were was not in question, he had called Darien out by his name after all.
The whole game had worn thin on her nerves. She wanted her sister back, she wanted to gather up the things she had been preparing for the last few years and head off into the proverbial sunset to enjoy the rest of her life.
I am
The whip ceased its song momentarily. Her lust-hazed mind registered that fact but his hand was pressed into her soaked folds, his fingers were manipulating her clit and sliding deeply inside of her and she could not bear it any longer.
His silk shirt pressed against the burning ache that was the back half of her body, soothing the pain even as his free hand tangled into her hair and yanked her head back.
His teeth sank into her neck, not lightly either, pain that was as icy as it was hot shot through her flesh and she shrieked even as her hips gyrated madly against the cross, pressed backward toward the hot meat in his pants.
Need tore through all of her inhibitions, she was reduced to nothing more than want and lust by the whip and his fingers.
“Tell me, tell them, who you belong to,” he growled into her ear.
“You!” Lolita screamed. She wondered, briefly, if she would ever know his real name. Then she came. Slick and copious fluids shot form her center, coated his fingers and ran down his wrist.
His zipper came down in a flash. Her face pressed deeper into the cross so that her whole world was leather, the feel of his hand in her hair, his fingernails in her scalp and his cock, filling her as she thrust her ass out away from the cross in a frenzied effort to take him, all of him, inside of her.
His hard length pushed against her walls, stretched them wider and she gasped and shuddered, no matter how much he filled her she wanted more, needed more.
Darien’s hands slid from her hair and to her hips, someone knelt at the foot of the cross and freed her ankles, the manacles let go with a loud clink that made her scream again, her ass jerking back even further.
Darien’s hands lifted her lower body, her face smacked into the leather of the cross while his body beat relentlessly into hers. She begged for more, there were no words left to her so only her mostly inarticulate cries served as pleas.
A second orgasm exploded through her and she felt the throbbing of his member inside her clenching walls as he joined her in that ecstasy. An eternity passed, he held her and stroked and kissed her body. The pain was back and it was ringing throughout her being but she welcomed it as sanity returned.
The room was filled with people and when he released her and turned her around shame made her drop her face but the murmurs of, ‘ that was lovely ’, ‘ thank you for sharing such magnificence with us ’, and so on made her lift her head again. Over and above all of that, though, was his pride in her.
His hands rested around her waist and he walked her through the room, his body leaning close to hers until they reached a handsome older man with a mustache and dark eyes who stopped them with an abrupt gesture.
“Knight,” he said under his breath, “I have some information you need.”
“What information?”
“The whereabouts of certain documents, and a certain young lady.”
Illicit Liaison Book 4: Final Engagement
Darien felt Lolita’s muscles tense below his fingers. He held her a little more firmly, a silent warning and she stayed mute despite her instincts to lash out. That the man knew who they were was not in question, he had called Darien out by his name after all.
The whole game had worn thin on her nerves. She wanted her sister back, she wanted to gather up the things she had been preparing for the last few years and head off into the proverbial sunset to enjoy the rest of her life.
I am
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