Black Dorn [submission/punishment/bondage] (9 page)

"The Gon, my father, grows
older. As he weakens, I must grow stronger to protect Black Dorn.
That power must be seen by all. All must fear me. Fear my anger. My
power. All but you. I would only bed you, as I did Sasha, if it
were desirous for both of us. Trea taught me how to receive
pleasure. I learned on my own, how to give pleasure. Did you enjoy
our time by the creek?"

"Yes."

"I truly enjoyed my time
exploring your body. You are giving and responsive."

Branwyn turned to speak, but
a kiss interrupted her. His lips pressing against hers, stoked that
warmth that grows below. He broke off their kiss and lay her
belly-down on the bed. With long broad strokes, he rubbed the
muscles of her shoulders and back. His fingers breached the slight
expanse of her back and curled in to fit snugly about her waist. He
brushed his lips across her aroused flesh. There was no urgency in
his motions, only fluid heat. Wherever he touched or kissed tingled
for a moment, as if a spark from the fire had landed on her
flesh.

The tensions of the day
melted away as she gave herself to his hands. A giggle escaped her
lips when he ran his finger up the sole of her foot. Malack's
strong fingers rubbed the muscles of her legs, making each as
relaxed as her shoulders and back. His tiny kisses started at her
ankle, moved up her leg, past her knee then up her
thigh.

Anticipation built, waiting
for his touch on her buttocks. It quivered. She trembled. "Oh," she
squealed, when a sharp nip replaced what she thought would be a
soft kiss. His fingers trickled across her buttocks, calming her.
When she began to relax, he would nip her again—nothing painful,
only playful.

When he finished exploring,
stroking or teasing her backside, he rolled her over then laid down
the length of her, his manhood pressing against her thigh. His lips
met hers with an urgency that surprised him. Joy filled him when
she responded with equal passion. His lips parted as he deepened
his kiss.

Her lips parted. Her tongue
reached out to touch his. She nipped his bottom lip then kissed his
neck. His lips moved to her neck, placing small kisses from chin to
chest. He shifted his weight between her legs then leaned back
resting on his knees.

He started at her shoulders
and repeated the caresses he had done to her back. He slipped a
nipple between his lips, suckled it, then smiled at the sigh that
escaped her lips as her back arched. He twirled Branwyn's other
nipple between his thumb and finger. His hand and mouth acted in
competition, which would make the firmer nipple. Branwyn’s
breathing had gone from soft, shallow breaths, to deeper, faster
ones, mixed with moans and a few sighs.

Each time she moved or
sighed, it triggered a shiver of delight in Malack. His need to
pleasure her was equal to his need to breathe. A bead of sweat
slithered down his arm. He had trained hard that day and his
muscles ached. But, he could ignore his aches to revel in the
delight he caused in Branwyn's body, and the delights he knew she
would bestow onto him, once they bedded.

He moved his hands to her
legs and stroked the insides of her thighs. The fragrance of her
sex stirred his soul. Almost in a daydream, he leisurely ran a
fingertip from her knee to the top of her thigh. His eyes closed as
he stroked her. Her skin felt soft under the toughness of his
hands. He intertwined his fingers in a tuft of her curly hair. What
joys lay waiting for him beneath?

She ran her fingers through
his hair. He opened his eyes. "I thought maybe you had gone to
sleep," she teased.

"Just enjoying the
moment."

"Let me enjoy myself with
you."

He settled back on the bed
to let her explore his body.

Branwyn's hands were small,
but her fingers were not timid. She brushed a curl off his forehead
then traced a small scar on his left cheek. "Who gave you
that?"

"Timous."

"What about this scar?" She
rubbed his right forearm.

"An angry woman."

"Your voice changes when you
say that."

"She was a very angry
woman."

Her tongue flicked one of
his nipples. It responded. So did he. His body tensed, a bit. She
licked it again, then sucked.

"Hmmm."

She wrapped her fingers
around his manhood and stroked him. He did not need much urging.
She placed a kiss on the tip. His back arched. She lapped at him.
He was too big for her mouth. Placing her hand near his base, she
squeezed the rest of him with her fingers. Synchronizing her mouth
and hand, she stroked him the full length of his shaft. His
breathing deepened. Wishing to pleasure him, she increased her
pressure and pace.

"St...stop," he gasped. "I
want to release within you."

She rested her head on his
chest. He calmed his breathing and slowed his heart then opened his
eyes.

"Soon?"

"I have been fighting myself
not to take you."

She lay back on the bed and
spread her legs. "I'm yours, take me my love."

A shudder rippled through
Malack. His body ached to be inside her, discovering the wonders of
thrusting deep into her pleasure hole.

He reached between her legs
and slipped two fingers inside her womanhood caressing her, he used
his other hand to rub her clit. "It is an omen of good luck if at
the first time, we release together. But I fear I am going to lose
myself in you." He knelt between her legs and positioned the tip of
his manhood at her glistering opening. As he entered her, he
pressed a passionate, open-mouthed kiss on her mouth.

As he entered her, she
reacted as if a sharp, sudden pain filled her. She bit his bottom
lip, apparently overwhelmed by his thrusts. His tongue swirled
around hers, as their mouths hungrily kissed. He fought not to
hurry, but with each thrust, he moved closer to release. She
moaned, her eyes closed. Fully opened to him, she bucked her hips
matching his strokes. Reaching around him, she clawed her fingers
up his back.

His breath became fast and
hard as he thrust. Primal instincts took over. Her cries urged him
as her ankles locked around his back. He unwrapped them and pulled
them up to his shoulders so he could drive deeper into her. Opening
his eyes, he watched as each thrust made her breasts bounce. She
reached out, but could not touch him.

Each move was a powerful
thrust, deep into her. He wanted this to last a lifetime - if not
forever. The feel of her body wrapped around his manhood filled him
with a lust he could not explain. It, also, drove him to passion
screaming for fulfillment. His pacing increased. She looked so
beautiful lying before him, hair splashed against the pillow, eyes
watching him.

The urges overwhelmed him
and he slammed into her. The jiggling of her body drove him to
thrust harder and deeper. The bed shook from his furious pace. His
heart pounded. He gasped for breath. Sweat burned his
eyes.

Her cries of bliss acted
like kindling to the fire in his groin. He would not release. This
must last. His groans filled the room. The fire needed
release.

"Branwyn!" He gasped. His
chest heaved up and down.

"Malack?" Her breaths were
matched in speed to his.

"Surrender. Now! Aah!"
Malack arched his backed and drove into her.

"Oh, I surrender!" She
clamped down on his manhood.

He thrust as deeply as he
could, arched, moaned and expelled his seed. His movements slowed
as his body trembled, his pulse calmed and his excitement ebbed.
Lips locked tightly in a kiss, he moved her legs and rolled onto
his back.

When he opened his eyes,
Branwyn smiled. "I am yours." She placed a soft kiss on his
chest.

He lifted her hips then
slipped out of her and stretched out on his bed. She settled down
beside him.

* * * *

Awake and energized, Branwyn
realized Malack had dozed off. She slipped out of the bed and
crossed his room to the table. Picking up her goblet, she sipped
its contents as she stared into the fire and relived what had
happened. He had not hurt her. She did not feel torn into two
halves, as Sasha had said. Instead, a calm, serene feeling
enveloped her.

The fire had faded to
smoldering embers. She stepped closer, picked up a small log and
tossed it in. Sparks flew about, landed on the stones and cooled.
Momentarily, the log caught on fire, and flames began to
dance.

Turning, she glanced at the
bed. Gon-Dra had not moved. His eyes were closed. A contented look
had settled onto his face. Malack had chosen her. Of all the dunes
and noble ladies in Black Dorn, he picked her to be his wife. She
rubbed her belly. She would bed him often and give him many sons,
pleasuring him in the ways Duna Trea had taught her.

Swallowing the last mouthful
of the spiced wine, she returned to bed and sat on Malack’s hips.
She slid her fingertips down his flat stomach. He moved, but
settled back into his sleep. She stuck her tongue into his belly
button and tickled him. His belly quivered. Sliding the tip of her
tongue along his flesh, she made a direct line for the nearest
nipple then flicked back and forth across it. He yawned and
stretched.

"More?" he asked.

"Your pleasure is my
pleasure."

"My pleasure is to pleasure
you." He wiggled underneath her, spreading her thighs until his
face was beneath the juncture of her legs. She rested her weight on
her hands as he pulled her hips down to his mouth. He teased her
breasts and nipples as he slid his tongue in and out of her
pleasure hole then up through her lips to her clit and back down.
His teeth left tingles from his nips on her inner thighs. He pulled
her clit into his mouth and sucked upon it.

The fire rose within her,
his tongue stroking her, pleasuring her, urging her to surrender.
All that existed was his hands on her breasts and his tongue in her
pleasure hole and on her love button. She closed her eyes and her
arms buckled. He caught her shoulders and steadied her.

Her moans started softly,
but built as her arousal deepened. "The fire you cause within me,
my love, it is a joy."

His response was sliding his
tongue back and forth inside her.

"Ahh. More, Malack. Pleasure
me."

He lapped his way toward her
clit and paused.

Waiting expectantly for the
splendid sensation his mouth and tongue would deliver to her
awaiting love button, she felt instead a gentle tug on one of her
nearby lips. "I feel as if I will burst. Your tongue gives me such
joy."

Not going directly at her
button, he circled around, gently blew on it then wiggled his
tongue at the base. She hissed. His tongue laved her clit changing
long strokes to quick flicks.

Everything focused in. Her
breath deepened and came in gasps. Her hips flinched, but he held
her, driving her through her surrender. He slid his way up the bed,
rolled against her, wiped his face on the bed, wrapped an arm over
her and held her as she reveled in her bliss.

She fought sleep. She could
feel him pressing against her back. He needed to be released.
Forcing her eyes open, she pressed him onto his back and straddled
his hips and slipped him inside. She raised and lowered her hips,
sliding him in and out. Repositioning herself, she reached back and
squeezed his seed sacs.

He reached for her love
button. She placed her hand on his. "No. This is for
you."

He lifted her off him, and
laid her next to him. He rolled her onto her stomach and settled
between her legs, pulled her hips up and thrust deeply into her.
Each push was deep and hard and matched by a grunt. His force
slamming against her, jostled her breasts. He arched. With one
powerful thrust he released into her again. Branwyn’s arms buckled
as she settled herself on the bed. Malack slipped out, lay down
beside her, pulled up the blankets and closed his eyes.He had found
what he was looking for--love. Tomorrow, Branwyn's former master
would be dealt with.

Chapter Six

"Duncan, leave those alone."
Malack's deep voice startled Branwyn from her sleep.

"But Gon-Dra, I must—" He
pulled back the bed curtain nearest Malack.

"Duncan!"

Duncan spit out his
sentence. "But Gon-Dra, the gon wishes to speak with you. Now. He
is here. Now!" Duncan jerked open the rest of the curtains, letting
in the brilliant light of the day.

Branwyn stifled a giggle at
Malack's frustrated sigh. Untangling himself from her arms and
legs, he sat up and rubbed his face. "What does he
want?"

"He wants to speak with his
son."

The voice was not Duncan's.
Branwyn tried to slip deeper under the blankets, but they were
pulled away. She found herself staring into the eyes of the
gon.

He smiled. "I see you have
chosen."

The door opened as Malack
said, "Good day, Mother." Turning to Branwyn, he chuckled. "To
Black Dorn I may be the gon-dra and a great soldier, but to them, I
am still their son."