Hold Me Never (Holding Never) (15 page)

“
So strong, so dark...” she breathes. She
kneels on the bed and licks the blood off his chest, twirling her
long tongue around his nipples. She runs her hands down her neck,
and kneads her own bosom. “Strip me, Slave,” she pants.
“Touch me!”

His hands remain clenched at his side, and he turns his
head away.

With a growl, she places both palms on his chest and
shoves him forcefully backwards. Her flashing eyes slide from Owen
to me.

She goes to him and pushes her face up against his chin.
“I said. Touch. Me.”

When there is no response from him, she rears up and
delivers a stinging slap across his face, raking her nails across his
cheek. Lines of blood appear. Owen raises his hand slowly to touch
the corner of his mouth with his fingers. His hand comes away
smeared with blood.

A smile returns to the Empress's face. She takes his
hand and sucks his fingers, one by one, cleaning away the blood with
her tongue. Looking up at him, she says sweetly, “Now, strip
me. Strip me, hard. And touch me, kiss me, lick me, suck me. Use
your hands, your mouth on me. Do it. Or I will disfigure the girl.”
She pushes his finger deep into her mouth and sucks it. “With
your hand.”

Owen's throat moves, and slowly he bends over her. I
cannot see his face in the flickering shadows but his large hands
move stiffly to undress her. The Empress strokes his head as he does
her bidding silently.

She sighs with pleasure and throws her head back as he
unzips the back of her gown and eases the puffy sleeves off her
shoulders. When he drags the gown down to her hips, she wiggles out
of it, half closing her eyes.

She is in a gold-laced bodice and stiff petticoats.
Unlacing her bodice mechanically, he pushes the stiff undergarment
off her body, releasing her huge, swollen breasts. Naked from the
waist up except for the long, heavy necklace with the diamond vial,
she rubs her large, dark nipples against his chest, as she licks her
blood-smeared lips.

The Empress rakes her nails down his chest, deepening
his wounds. She presses her mouth to his nipple and suckles him,
tasting his blood and sweat. Panting, she moves up his body,
nibbling his chest, shoulder and neck. She devours his lips, his
jaw, his chin as she growls and bites him greedily.

Her grasping hands snake down his torso to his hips and
thighs. She reaches under his loin cloth, between his thighs.

With a sudden furious movement, she rips his loin cloth
away and glares at his flaccid cock.

Her eyes are cold as ice, even as wrath flashes across
her face.

She snatches up his limp shaft in her fist, and squeezes
viciously. Owen's body jolts, but his face remains expressionless.

Their eyes lock, hers burning with cold rage, his
impassive and unblinking.

Her nails dig into him. How dare he!

He has not become hard for her.

Rearing up, she scratches down his arms, hissing,
“Pleasure me, Slave. Satisfy me. Spread my legs and pleasure
me, with your mouth. Now!”

Owen turns to me, those yellow and red flames reflected
in his eyes. Unable to close my eyes, or even blink, my eyes start
to water. But I am unable to look away. I have the sudden feeling
of falling, of drowning as I look into those leaping flames at the
back of his eyes. It is like I am staring into a burning abyss, into
the very depths of hell. I seem to hear the wrenching scream of a
damned soul, and smell the acrid smell of rotting, burning flesh.
The cackle of flames and demonic laughter rise as scorching,
tormenting flames reach out to consume the both of us...

Owen blinks and his torturous, hypnotic grip on me is
broken. I snap out of that trance, flying breathlessly through a
long, dark tunnel, away from those infernal flames to crash back to
the present, to this red, flickering room. My eyes plunge back to
the bed.

Owen is kneeling between the Empress's legs, and pushing
up layers of diamond and gold-trimmed petticoats. Pushing her legs
apart, he crawls between them, and his head dips down. The Empress's
petticoats fan out around him, quivering slightly as she moans and
runs her hands up and down her heavy breasts.

“
Oh, more, more! Give me...more!” she
shouts, grabbing both her breasts and squeezing them together.
“More, Slave! Do it!”

She lifts her head from the bed and looks down her body
at Owen, whose face is hidden under the mound of petticoats. Her
fist closes around the diamond vial between her breasts, and she
grits out, “I know what you are thinking, Owen. But you are
not having any of this. This—potion, is for dead men. Do you
want to be a dead man? Hmm?” She laughs then throws her head
back. “Harder, Owen! Use your tongue. Penetrate me.”

She grips the diamond vial and scratches the sharp edge
across her breasts and nipples. Letting out a cry, she tugs at her
large, protruding nipples and pushes her hips up. “Do it,
Slave! Push your tongue into me!” she screams.

Her head thrashes on the bed, as she grips her own
breasts and shoves them upwards. Owen remains buried in her
petticoats, the muscles on his arms and legs tensed. All of a
sudden, she stops touching herself and her eyes fly open.

With a roar, she lifts her legs and kicks Owen away from
her. He stumbles away from the bed and crashes into a chest of
drawers.

“
Fool!” she screeches. “Useless!”

She rips her petticoats away, using her nails and hands
to shred them. Cries of disgust and fury accompany the ripping sound
as she tears the last offending piece of garment from her body.
Wearing only her heavy necklace, she strides naked to where Owen is
pushing himself up from the floor. “Get up!” She kicks
him, and he collapses with a grunt. “I said get up, Slave!”

When he is finally on his feet, she glares down at his
cock. It hangs ponderously between his corded thighs, long and
heavy, but completely limp and unaroused.

She picks up his heavy cock in her hand and lets it
fall. She repeats the action over and over again, her grip becoming
harder as she jerks his flaccid shaft violently. Grabbing his cock
in both hands, she leans in close to him and scowls, “Get it
up.”

She releases him slowly. Immediately his limp cock
falls away from her hands to hang its head down. Her dark eyes
narrow menacingly. “You will become hard for me, and fuck me.
All. Night. Long. Do you understand?”

When he looks away, she grabs his face and jerks it
towards me. Pivoting to face me, she coos enticingly, her eyes
glittering like the jewels around her neck, “Use her.”

I gasp and struggle against the clamps and restraints.
My panic seems to amuse her.

“
Go on,” she whispers conspiratorially to
Owen. “Use her to get hard. That's what she is here for.
But—do not touch her with what is mine. That...” She
trails a nail down his long, thick cock. “That is mine. You
can use your mouth on her, but not your cock. Touch any part of her
body with that—and you both die.” She smiles at him.
“Now go. Use her. Do what you must. But don't take too long.
I'm dying to have you. Owen. My love. My Slave.”

Without taking his eyes off me, Owen swipes the blood
away from his mouth with both hands and walks with deadly intent
towards me. I can hear his labored breathing as he approaches.

I try to shake my head at him, but the clamps hold me in
place.
No, no, please...

As he comes closer and closer to me, his green eyes
darken with hunger and desire. He reaches out and touches my hair
lightly, and I flinch. I can almost feel the heat radiating off his
body in waves.

I let out a whimpered plea, as I stare helplessly into
his dark, predatory eyes.
Please,
don't do it...

His eyes flutter shut briefly. Taking in a deep breath,
as if he is inhaling my scent, he reaches out and grips the corner of
my flimsy dress. There is a tearing sound as he rips the fabric from
my body. My eyes remain open and staring. I have no choice in that,
but I can choose not to cry out.

With a low curse, he kneels before me and forces my legs
apart. I start to shake but he grabs my thighs, his nails digging
deep into my flesh as his mouth finds my hot, virgin core. He laps
at me, his tongue thrusting in an urgent, angry rhythm. I can hear
his mouth making wet, slobbering noises as he licks insistently,
forcefully at my pussy lips. I am shaking too hard to stop the
strangled, tormented sound that erupts from my chest. I can feel the
heat gathering at the back of my eyes. Heat that spears through my
brain and my body, stabbing into every nerve.

No man has ever touched me like that before, touched me
and tasted me. Jaxon has successfully lied to Dr. Rolin to try to
spare me from the indignity and the torture, and the terrible fate
that awaits the captured virgins. But this! This is worse! This is
not what I want, how I want to be taken. Strung up and helpless,
against my will, my legs forced apart to have the most intimate part
of me pressed hard against someone's mouth, my body betraying me, my
juices flowing despite my outrage.

I don't want this. Not this. Not like this.

“
Stop...please, stop!” My pleas boil up my
throat, past my lips which are broken and bleeding, nearly bitten to
shreds by my own teeth.

Owen sucks harder, and thrusts his tongue hard into me.

I jerk. “No! Stop! Stop, please, please...”
My vision clouds over. Unable to blink away those shameful, burning
tears, I feel them spill from my eyes and drip down my cheeks.
“Don't...please, stop...” My sobs come hard and fast,
and I finally abandon all pretense of calm and restraint. I curse
and cry openly, begging him to stop and spare me, spare me from this
awful shame and filth.

His mouth and tongue respond to my rising cries with a
frenzy. His lips and teeth nip at my pussy relentlessly, his tongue
pushing deeper and harder into me. With his fingers, he spreads my
pussy lips open and sucks and licks greedily at my clit. I start to
shudder as an unfamiliar, searing heat spreads through my body,
igniting every nerve ending.

Under his lashing tongue and devouring lips, my body
starts to shiver. Is it from fear, or cold, or...pleasure? The
strange, thundering pleasure coursing up my body is like nothing I
have ever experienced before. I arch my back suddenly as my body
begins to convulse and shudder. A torrid, crushing wave of shame and
intense pleasure pounds through my entire body. I cry out, as tears
stream from my eyes. Owen rubs my pussy hard with his hand, and that
uncontrollable, unbearable pleasure surges through my body again.

I thrash in my restraints, as I am dragged under by wave
after torturous wave of shame and pleasure. Shameful pleasure I have
no wish to feel.

Use her.

Do what you must.

Angry tears scald my eyes, flowing down my face in
rivulets. Used, abused, taken against my will. But even my will and
my body defies and betrays me. As Owen's mouth and tongue continue
devouring my pussy, my muscles clench involuntarily and squirt hot,
thick juices down my thighs. Owen licks every drop of my virgin
wetness and bites the inside of my thigh, leaving a throbbing, red
mark.

Grabbing the underside of my knees, Owen raises his arms
straight up, pushing my legs so wide apart I feel as if I'm about to
be split in two. He leans in and sucks hard at my clit, flicking his
tongue in tight circles around it. I begin to scream, as a
delirious, drowning sensation boils up my body and explodes in a
devastating, shattering inferno. The fire consumes my whole body,
burning me, tormenting me, ripping me to shreds.

My horrible, hysterical scream echoes endlessly around
me, distorting and escalating into taunting laughter. This pleasure,
this horror, this hell—is there no escape?

My screams finally subside, together with that
unbearable, uncontrollable pleasure that is wrecking my body. My
wide, streaming eyes can see again. And the room, the black candles,
the multicolored flames, the bed, the shadows all creep back into
focus.

Owen is standing in front of me. His lips are wet with
my juices. Looking deep into my eyes, he runs his tongue slowly
around his lips, savoring the lingering taste of me. I slam my eyes
away to the corner, staring blindly at a leering, hawkish statue.

There are three sharp, slow claps.

The Empress is reclining on her elbows, watching us from
the bed. “That was spectacular, my love. You have used her
well, and your body is now ready for my use. I see that you are now
good and ready...to service me,” she says lazily. “Come...to
my bed.”

Despite my shame and revulsion, my eyes dart to Owen.
Owen is still facing me, his eyes hungrier than before, his cock rock
hard between his thighs. His thick shaft is no longer limp and
lifeless. It is now swollen and full, the tip beading with moisture.
His enormous cock protrudes stiffly from his body, rigid and ready.
His breathing is heavy and ragged, as his eyes take in every inch of
my body. As he stares at the hot, wet core between my legs, his cock
jerks and lengthens suddenly, as if wanting to bury itself deep
inside me. And slide in and out of me, like what his tongue has just
done.