Black Dorn [submission/punishment/bondage] (6 page)

The gon chuckled.
"Beautiful, Duna Trea. You marked her well. Is she not beautiful
Malack?"

His son grunted.

"You are jealous you did not
mark her," teased his father.

"Stand straight," commanded
Malack. When she did, Branwyn found herself staring into his face.
Her knees buckled, and her head swam. His strong arms caught her
before she fell.

"I apologize Gon-Dra." Trea
lifted her hands to her chest. "She has had an exhausting day. I
was taking her to her serving girl, but thought you might like to
see her training."

Malack looked down at her
breasts. He shook his head knowing he should not imagine suckling
those firm rosy nipples. With long strides, he followed Leah to
Branwyn’s room and laid her on the bed.

"Leah."

"Yes Gon-Dra
Malack."

"Take care of
her."

"Yes, Gon-Dra
Malack."

Trea allowed Branwyn to rest
the following day as Leah tended the welts on her buttocks.
However, that luxury did not extend to a second day. Leah woke her,
prepared her for her day, then escorted Branwyn to the
maze.

Standing in a large open
space, were Duna Trea and a blindfolded naked man. Four iron rings
had been secured to the ground. As Branwyn approached, Duna Trea
pointed to a pile of small ropes. "Secure this man to the ground.
He must not be allowed to move. If he frees himself, your flesh
will suffer."

Branwyn secured him then
returned to stand next to Trea.

"Now, I will teach you how
to pleasure with your mouth. Many men enjoy their woman pleasuring
them this way. When it is your bleeding time, you can still
pleasure your master if he desires. Watch and see how I make him
grow."

Trea flicked little licks
all over his penis. When his penis was shiny with spit, she slipped
him into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. He grew and
filled her mouth. Trea let him slip out of her mouth. "Next we wait
until he becomes small. Put your finger in your mouth. Close your
lips around it and suckle it like a baby at breast. Swirl your
tongue around your finger. Feel the ways your tongue can move. It
is pleasurable, both to a man and a woman." Trea pointed at him.
"He has softened. Kneel here, use just the tip of your tongue, and
learn how he feels and tastes. Listen to how his breathing
changes."

Everything in her wanted to
refuse, but the fear of punishment made her comply. The tip of
Branwyn’s tongue flicked against his flesh. He did not taste
repulsive. He smelled musky.

"Reach down between his legs
and lick his seed holders. See how he quivers. Now lick him. Yes,
long laps. Hear his breathing. Take him in your mouth and suck him
as you slide your lips and hands up and down his
length."

A pleasurable warmth grew
between Branwyn's legs. Why did she feel this way? Could it be the
nearest to the man? But it is wrong?

"Yes, good girl. Feel him
grow and fill your mouth. Let him go."

Branwyn opened her mouth,
let him slip out and stepped back. Her head whirled. She reached
out to grab Trea's arm for support. Did pleasuring him like that
make me feel this way? Maybe she was becoming ill.

If only he was Malack.
Branwyn flinched. If only he was Malack? Would she pleasure him?
She turned her head pretending to glance about the maze and smiled
at the thought of pleasuring the gon-dra. A shiver raced through
her body.

A vision of Malack's strong
body, lying waiting for her to touch him quickened her pulse. She
ran her tongue on her top lip imagining it to be the gon-dra's
manhood. His hands on her body would feel like—

"Now tickle him with your
hand as you begin to suck him."

Branwyn blinked and turned
to face Trea.

"If your master allows,
stare up into his eyes. Men like to see the submission in their
women. Begin again."

She stood in front of the
man. Do not think of him. Think of Malack.

Taking a firm grip on his
flaccid manhood, she jerked her hand up and down. As he began to
grow, she licked her lips and slipped the tip of him into her
mouth. She continued to stroke him as she let him fill her mouth.
Matching the stroking of her hand with her mouth, she rapidly slid
up and down his full erect shaft. He groaned and moved his hips,
pushing himself into her mouth.

"Yes, very good Branwyn.
Stop. Let go." Trea slapped his erect penis.

He moaned and
squirmed.

"Do not release until I
allow it" Trea turned her attention from the man back to Branwyn.
"Now, lightly lick the tip. Taste that. That tells you he is about
to release. That is when you must suck harder and faster and stroke
his seed holders. Continue."

Keeping the thought of
pleasuring Malack in her mind, she matched the stroking of her hand
with her mouth while fingering his seed sacs with her other hand.
Branwyn's heart pounded so fast she was worried it would burst from
her chest.

Trea touched Branwyn's hand.
"Let him relax. While he is in agony at not being allowed to
release, he is enjoying this. Some men love to command and others
love to submit." Trea's brow wrinkled. "Are you ill? You are
flushed and look as though will swoon."

Calming herself, Branwyn
said, "I am fine, duna."

"Then release
him."

Wanting to please Trea,
Branwyn focused on her work and brought the man to his swollen
fullness then she pounded her mouth on him as her fingers raked his
balls. His hips bucked as he drove himself into her mouth. With a
furious scream, he blew his seed into her mouth. Branwyn gagged and
pulled back. His spray continued onto her face. She started to wipe
herself, but stopped, knelt and lowered her head. Trea untied his
bonds. The man sat up and crawled toward Branwyn. He reached for
her knees. Trea slapped his hands and told him to leave.

The duna snapped her fingers
and a serving girl entered. She knelt next to Branwyn and cleansed
her with warm, sweet-smelling cloths, then scurried
away.

Branwyn turned to find Trea
lying on her back, knees pulled up and legs spread wide. Her
eyelids opened wide.

"Now you will learn to
pleasure a woman. Almost the same as pleasuring a man. Start with
the tip of your tongue and rub it here. This little mound is called
joy. It is very sensitive, and brings great pleasure. Do not be
rough."

Branwyn's heart raced. It
was difficult enough to be expected to pleasure a man, but now
this. She looked down at her hands, unable to express her
concern.

"I know what you are
wondering, dune." Trea pushed up onto her elbows. "Yes, pleasure
can be given between women. Some masters enjoy bedding more than
one at a time. And receive great enjoyment from watching the woman
pleasure each other. Come here. Settle there and do what I
asked."

Reluctantly, Branwyn
positioned herself between Trea’s legs and flicked the spot. "Now,
long laps and little flicks. Change what you do."

The scent of a woman was
sweeter than a man's, but the heat between her legs was just as
intense. Branwyn’s mouth, tongue and neck ached from the day’s
lessons, but she feared the riding whip and continued with her
duties.

"Now gently pull it into
your mouth and suck it. Oh, softer." Trea’s breath was coming
quicker and her voice was soft.

Branwyn's pulse began to
race and her breathing came in short breaths. As she licked Duna
Trea, the ache deep inside her built to a painful pressure. She
felt as if she was a wine skin filled beyond its limit and was
about to burst.

"Take a finger and slip it
into my…give me your hand. There, slip the finger in there. Feel
the wetness. My heat. That means you are good at what you are
doing. You are pleasuring me, and I will surrender. Slip another
finger inside of me. Slide them back and forth. Keeping licking me.
Faster. Another finger. Yes. Yes. Do not stop. I
surrender!"

Branwyn felt a spasm clench
on her hand. "Oh!" An involuntary moan escaped Branwyn's lips as a
shudder passed through her body. It was not one of pain or
revulsion, but a shudder of enjoyment and pleasure. Wondering what
had caused it, she lifted her head to speak. Trea's eyes were
closed. She appeared to be sleeping. Branwyn knelt and
waited.

Trea sighed as she opened
her eyes. "That is all for today. You may wander about the castle."
With a flick of Trea’s hand, Branwyn understood she had been
dismissed.

Chapter Four

Branwyn wandered along the
paths that wound about the flower gardens and out into the meadow.
She thought about how much her life had changed in the last few
weeks. Everything was so different at Black Dorn; women displayed
their bodies, adults spanked like children and she had touched a
man and brought him release.

Even from a distance, she
could tell it was Malack who rode in her direction. He slowed his
horse. Branwyn dropped to her knees and lowered her
head.

"Trea let you
out?"

"Yes, Gon-Dra
Malack."

"Stand."

She rose and looked up at
Malack then gasped when he scooped her up and set her behind him on
his horse. Reining it around, Malack urged his horse to trot across
the grass. Tightly holding on around Malack’s waist, Branwyn
reveled in the closeness of him. His back and arms felt strong and
his scent made her head swirl. He slowed his horse near a creek,
jumped off, and helped her to the ground. Again, she knelt and
lowered her head.

"Stand." He held out his
hand. "We are alone."

"I do not understand,
Gon-Dra." She gripped his hand and let him assist her.

"Call me Malack. Use my
name. Not my birthright." He busied himself with his horse,
loosening the reins and leading the animal to the river. While it
drank, he opened a sack and pulled out a wineskin. He pulled out
his knife, cut off a chunk of bread and cheese, then handed them to
Branwyn. She accepted it then settled under a willow tree near the
creek’s edge.

He sat beside her and ate
his meal. Finished with her lunch, she sipped her wine in silence,
admiring the sound of the creek and the birds. With quick glances,
she studied Malack. His eyes were the depth of some of the blue
flowers in the garden. A faint scar marred his left cheek. His face
was shorn of beard, but for the slight stubble of a new day’s
growth. His features were pleasing--very pleasing--to
her.

"Tell me where you come
from? What is your land--your people—like?"

Why did his deep voice make
her heart beat faster.

"My land is like Black Dorn
but flat and not as beautiful. I have not seen so many rolling
hills. Our languages are similar, but we each have words the other
does not."

He lay back and closed his
eyes. "Such as?"

"Gon. I believe it to mean
king--one who rules all. Gon-Dra has no match in our language. The
son of a king is a prince and the oldest is the heir to the throne,
but he is not called by that title."

He opened his eyes. "Are all
the women from your land as beautiful as you?"

Branwyn felt a flush run
from her belly to her scalp. "My six cousins were not as…" She
looked at the creek. Her voice softened. "Which is why I was sent
to be trained."

Malack sat up. He moved
closer -- too close. "Standing beside you, even the most beautiful
of cousins would be less so. Your green eyes are like the newly
born spring--alive and full of hope. Your lips…there is a flower, a
rose I believe, in the garden the same color. If your lips taste as
wondrous as the smell of that flower…may I kiss those
lips?"

"You are the gon-dra. You
take—"

A frown crossed his
forehead. "I do not ask as gon-dra. I ask as Malack. I wish to be
granted the kiss."

"I am sorry if I have
offended you." She pressed her fingers on his forehead and smoothed
his creased brow. "A kiss from you would—"

He did not let her finish
her sentence. He reached behind her neck and pulled her face to
his. His lips parted. She felt his breath, then nothing.

"Have you been kissed
before?"

She lowered her eyes. "When
I was being…trained, he…"

"Being instructed and being
kissed are as different as the day is from night. One is about
tragor and the other is passion, lust and possibly
love."

She glanced up at the word
love.

He pressed his lips on hers
and pulled her so close her breasts pressed up against his chest.
She released him with a gasp. Her gaze did not leave
his.

"More?" he
whispered.

She pulled his face to her
and planted her mouth on his. He opened his lips. She did the
same.

Minutes swam by in a blurred
state of locked lips. Heat rose within Branwyn. She pulled away.
Holding her hand to her chest, Branwyn gasped for air. "This is…I
should not be doing this. You are not—"

"Did you like
it?"