Captured by the Count: An Abduction and Breeding Fantasy (8 page)

Jurek lost it th
en, driving against her as his cock banged against her cervix
,
emitting a
n animalistic
growl
and exploding violently within her.  When
he finally rolled off her, he reached down and drew her legs up, forcing her to hold them up.  “We’ve found that this position is beneficial in promoting conception.  You keep my seed within you as long as you can.  If I think you’re not trying to d
o that hard enough, I’ll
take my belt to you.”

Cassie had no idea what he was talking about, yet she knew he wasn’t kidding about his threat to punish her for someth
ing she had no idea how to go about doing or not
doing.

He reached over and removed her gag, then untied her arms and let her put them down.  Jurek rose and offered her a
sip of wine from an obviously expensive, ornate decanter kept on a small tea cart in the corner of the room.  She tried to decline, but the look he gave her suggested that that might not be a good idea, and she reluctantly took a sip.

“Keep it,” he said when she tried to return the goblet to him.  He had already gotten his own and rejoined her on the bed.

Cassie was quite thirsty, she realized after the wine hit her stomach, and she took another few gulps before realizing that she should have known better than to drink anything anyone in this place
offered her.  She was feeling strange – not as she had when the Count had slipped her whatever it was that had drugged her to sleep that fateful evening, but she still didn’t feel quite right.  She leaned over and put the wine glass on the nightstand, but he picked it right up after her and handed it back to her.

“Finish this.  Quic
kly.  I want you again
.”

More?  Of
that
?  She sincerely hoped not.  Cassie began to wonder if she was just being paranoid. He was drinking from the exact same carafe as she was – and at about thre
e times her
rate – but he didn’t seem to be exhibiting any ill effects.

But she felt decidedly
unsettled.  It wasn’t her head or her stomach . . . it was her breasts and the area he had cause
d so much pain, she realized - t
he one everyone here seemed to be so interested in.  Her breasts felt . . . itchy, almost, as if they desperately craved that she would run her hands over them, and perhaps even tweak her own nipples.

Appalled at where her own thoughts were leading,
Cassie
wanted to throw the glass away, to somehow rid herself of what she’d drunk already, but she knew he wasn’t going to allow that, and she wasn’t in any hurry to spend any more time getting her breasts or her bottom beaten.
  She could still feel her rear end
stinging against the sheets even now
.

She couldn’t stop herself from reaching back to rub it, and it felt so damned good that she nearly got lost in the sensations, until she felt him tap her glass.

“Drink up.  Don’t make me say it again.”
  He saw where her hand had gotten to and smacked his palm down on her upturned breast, catching the still distended nipple with the tips of his fingers. “Don’t rub.  Don’t touch yourself in any way.  Your body no longer belongs to you.  It is my property, and I prefer that you handle it as little as possible.”

If she hadn’t been so befuddled by whatever he had given her, Cassie would have been
appalled.  Not touch herself at all?  How could one possible manage to do that?

But k
nowing there was nothing else she could do, Cassie downed the last of the wine, figuring it couldn’t make her feel much worse than she already did.  And that was the crux of the problem, she realized suddenly.  She didn’t feel worse.  She didn’t feel bad at all, except for her backside, of course. 

She just felt . . . needful.  Of
what she couldn’t quite say - o
r didn’t want to acknowledge.  She knew what she wanted, and was quite unwilling to confront it.

She wanted to be touched.  She needed his hands on her – or, if she absolutely had to her, her own hands would do the trick.  But his would be better.  They were big, unmistakably
strong,
male hands, and
she wanted to feel them over every inch of her body – even the ones that were still hurting.

Mostly
where she was still hurting, she realized with a start.  Specifically in the same exact place where the Count had molested her yesterday with the lavender oil.  Oh dear God, the lavender oil!

Just thinking about it now, the way he’d stroked her, was nearly enough to make her . . .

What?  To make her what?  She didn’t really know, but someone was going to have to rub her down there.  She would die if
he didn’t, she knew.

“Ahh.  I forgot what they put in the wine.  I’m pretty much immune, but it must be hitting you like a ton of bricks, hmmmm,
ma cherie
?”

She would
not
throw herself at him, no matter how much she wanted to. 
Cassie clenched her fists against the sheets. 
She would
not
throw herself at him.  She would
not
–
not
–
not
. . .

Cassie needn’
t have worried, because
Jurek didn’t give her the chance to debase herself like that.
  Instead, he rebound her wrists, slapping her breasts
again
smartly when she tried to elude him, then settled on his stomach on the bed, between h
er legs, with his head level with
her moist delta.

To her surprise, he gently and tenderly wiped away whatever remained of himself, but also the slight amount of blood that
her
deflowering he had created.
  And then he leaned forward and enclosed the exact spot she wanted him to with his lips, placing the flat of his wa
rm, wet tongue over every bit of that very excited area
.

The excruciating starkness of that contact made her jump – lifting her hips, which inadvertently gave him a full
er
mouthful of he
rself
.  Her clit clenched spasmo
dically as his lips settled around
her.  She couldn’t
believe what he was doing
, but more than that, she couldn’t even being to deal with the fact that she
absolutely
wanted him to be
right where he was
.  She craved this depravity more than she craved her next breath, even though the realization of it hadn’t soothed her riotous nerves one bit.  It only seemed to excite her just that much more.

A growl bubbled up from somewhere, and Jurek lifted his head to laugh at her.  “Well, I can tell I’m going a bit too slowly for you, but that’s what happens when you’
re at the mercy of your owner
.  You have to have things don
e to you in his time, rather than your own.  I can see that you’ll need to be taught patience, slave.
”

He proceeded to tease her, knowing
full we
ll no one else had done anything to her like
this, that
she hadn’t
probably even thought anything like this existed until the additive in the wine made her crave it.  Jurek pressed two of his fingers against wh
at he knew was probably her tender
opening, but then
he thought
that might take a bit of the edge off
for her as he slipped those big digits slowly into her.

Her cries of ecstasy changed almost immediately into those of discomfort, but he didn’t stop, saying, “My cock is much thicker than these two fingers, Cassie,
and you’ve already taken it
, so be quiet
.  It’ll feel better in a moment
.”

She hated that he was right, but he was.  As soon as his fingers found a firm home within her, the stinging stopped and the full
barrel, uncontrollably ecstasy
returned, even when he began to move them within her, which had her apprehensive at first, anticipating more pain, but none materialized.  His actions only stoked the fire that was
already there, just a bit north, where his tongue was swirling demandingly around her clit.

Then he added the last element – for right now – and reached up to take possession of her nipple, which he was gratified to
feel was a hard as diamond.
  For its impudence – and hers – he pinched it
while tugging it away from her body, holding her breast up by the very tip of the nipple he was crushing, making it wobble and sway in time to his own rhythm.

Cassie’s yelp of protest started as a scream, but very quickly died down in to another long, low growl that sounded like it was coming from someone else.  It couldn’t possibly be her that had issued such an unladylike sound, could it?

But then he moved to her other nipple and did the same thing.  This time there was no protest in her at all, just a dissatisfied, gravelly groan.

Jurek was all ready to double his efforts, wanting to see her
fly apart at his command
, but then he looked up at her.

“Ask me.  Beg me.”

“
Please!  Please, please, please!” she chanted without so much as a second of hesitation.

“Please what?”

That stumped Cassie cold.  She had absolutely no idea what she should ask him for.  She knew she wanted to feel the end of whatever
this was, but the terminology was well beyond her ken
.
  There was no word in her vocabulary for what she wanted from him.

And Jurek realized that at her stunned
, mouth open
silence.  “Beg me to let you cum.”

Come?  But she was already here . . .
Cassie wasn’t going to argue sem
antics at this moment, though.  She began to beg him for something she didn’
t even really knew existed, and the term for which she didn’t understand, but she knew she wanted it, whatever it was.  She had to have it, or she was goin
g to expire any minute
.  Her heart was beating faster than it ever had in her life, and she was breathless, as if she had just run home across the fields like she had when she was little.

And the ache where his lips and tongue were caressing her – obscenely, of course,
was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before.  S
he couldn’t bear the thought that he might stop
before . . . before whatever its
natural conclusion was.

So she begged like she had never had to in her life.

“Please, Sir, please let me come.  I’ll die if I don’t, I swear it.”

He reached up again to capture a nipple, and she squealed when pinched and pulled it, but those sensations only added to the boiling, near to overflowing melting pot that was her desire at the moment.

“I don’t know.  I want to hear more.”

Every time he spoke to her, he lifted his mouth away from that spot, and Cassie’s heart began racing even more at the thought that he might stop what he was doing altogether.  “Please, I beg of you, please, allow me to come.
  I have to.  I – ache – so -
I can’t stand it another second -
p
le
eeaaa
as
e!”

Jurek wasn’t always going to be this nice to her, but he felt that she should know what it was that he would definitely be denying her in the future.  So he redoubled his efforts, flicking and sucking and dragging his tongue over her as he plunged his crossed fingers into her quim, all the while still twisting and tugging at her titties, alternating so as not to leave one feeling left out.

And when she came, she exploded beneath him.  He had never seen such a violent reaction to an orgasm in his life.
  He was thinking that he was glad she was partially bound because otherwise she would probably have done a reasonable job of unconsciously beating him up.  Her hips bucked and her legs clamped down on him as if she would never let him go, and her voice – her normal voice was light and soft, but at the stage he had brought her two, she was
actually growling deep in her throat, like the bitch in heat he intended to make her into.

And it didn’t look like it was going to be that hard.  She was naturally, unconsciously sensual
, and all that gorgeous hair only helped.  Her haughtiness would, of course, have to be beaten out of her – and he wasn’t at all ruling out the idea of giving her to the other
men – if only for only what would be  a relatively short time for him, although the same couldn’t be said for her
in that situation
, he was
quite
sure
– just to teach her exactly what her
current place was in the world
.