King Dom Comes (15 page)

His lips suddenly crushed hers, and he plunged his tongue
deep into the recesses of her mouth. His arms held her steady and she moaned as
he firmly squeezed her bruised, tender buttocks. She felt his cock pressing
into her stomach and pulled back.

"You will not pull away from me, druid," he
whispered, his mouth grazing over a pebbled nipple. "Your body is
mine."

"We have not said our vows yet," Shannon said
fearfully, stiffening as his lips pulled upon her taunt nipple. "You
promised that I would not be taken until my wedding day."

"Aye, I did say that. There are other ways of meeting my
needs that I will exercise."

"You will not couple with a whore!" Shannon
snapped. "I forbid it."

Dom raised his face to look at her closely, his hands
gripping her bottom tightly. "Did I just hear what I thought I did?"

Shannon remained firm. "Yes. I will not be sharing you
with another woman. If you wish to have one in your bed, it will be only
me."

"That certainly changes things, does it not?" Dom
asked, pulling away from her. His dark eyes twinkled. "How do you propose
to meet my needs, since you forbid me a whore and deny me your cunt?"

"Sire! I am most offended. I am not some cow that you
have purchased to breed."

"I beg pardon to your sensibilities, madam. What would
you have me call your sex, then? The warm cave that you deny me until the day
we are wed; what would you have me call it other than cunt?" Dom asked.

"I know that the term is widely used and accepted, it
just offends me greatly."

"You continually surprise me. Even after a most thorough
spanking, and standing here before me, naked with your arms on your head, you
still continue to find something to argue about."

"Are you going to beat me again?" Shannon asked
fearfully.

"I did not beat you. I spanked you. A beating would have
marred this lovely skin," Dom said, running his hand across her shoulders
and back. He smacked her rump. "Spankings take place here. And here,"
he slapped the backs of her thighs lightly. His hand crept to the dark opening
between her thighs. "Sometimes even here. Do not move."

She stiffened at the feel of his fingers pressing to her
privates. "Please, stop."

Dom sighed, pulling his hand back. "Step into the bath.
With all those herbs, you will begin to feel as if you are on the menu as a
stew tonight. Give me your hand so you do not slip."

Shannon looked at him with confusion and reached for his
hand. How could he go from being so demanding and harsh one minute, to being
gentle and understanding the next? Likewise, how could her body ache so badly
from the pain of her spanking, yet still long for his touch? Why did she feel
obligated to try to prevent it? Carefully, she lowered herself into the
lukewarm water and covered her breasts with her hands.

"It's cold," she whispered.

"Heat it up. You have my permission," Dom said,
stripping his clothes from his body. Shannon averted her eyes and tried to
concentrate on her conjuring. It was not working.

"I cannot summon my gift," she said quietly,
looking down into the water.

Dom lowered himself into the large tub in front of her, and
stretched out his legs to wrap them around her naked hips. "Look at
me."

"I cannot. You are unclothed."

"You have seen my bared chest before. Everything else of
interest is hidden beneath this layer of rose petals." He flicked at the
flowers with distaste.

"I am ashamed," Shannon admitted. "I am truly
sorry for my behavior and for embarrassing you in public. Please forgive
me."

"You have been punished for your transgression and all
is done with. You must stop being angry with yourself once you have been
forgiven, Shannon."

"You were so harsh with me. My behavior must have made
you very upset."

"It did, but you have learned, yes? My darling, you must
understand that a queen who shows disrespect to her lord and master is an
example to his subjects to behave the same way. If they believe I cannot
conduct my household in a manner befitting my position, how could they respect
my ability to run a country?"

"I did not consider that. I am sorry."

"Uncross your arms and turn your back to me," Dom
ordered. "Do not fear me. I promise not to hurt you."

"You already hurt me."

"I toasted your bottom and your pride," Dom
answered, "Both well deserved. Why must you press me to repeat myself? Did
I not tell you in the beginning that doing so would result in swift, firm
punishment?"

Shannon sighed, shifting her body awkwardly in the narrow
tub. She bit her lip as Dom pulled her back between his spread knees, and
grimaced as she felt his cock nudging her back. He wrapped his iron-hard arms
around her and forced her to lean against his soft, lightly furred chest.

"This is pleasant, yes?" he asked.

She hesitated before slowly nodding. The feel of naked flesh
against naked flesh was comforting and sensual. Her aching bottom, pressed into
the muscles of his thighs, twitched with anticipation. Of what, though?

"Heat the water. Slowly," Dom coaxed, running his
broad palms over the tops of her arms. "More. Good girl. I can take the
heat."

Shannon briskly inhaled the scent of the floating herbs as
they began to simmer in the steamy broth. Rosemary, sage, lemon grass, rose
petals, and cardamom cleansed both the body and the senses. He was
correct—she did feel as though she was part of a savory stew. She allowed
herself to lean against him, finally relaxing in his embrace.

He started humming in her ear as his hands continued to
stroke her arms. Shannon felt her eyes grow heavy, and drew her knees up to her
chest to better cuddle into his body. She felt his fingers lightly tease their
way down her abdomen, to the swells of her hips, sending tingles up her spine.
They
moved to the welted flesh of her pulsating hindquarters, stroking gently as
though not to disturb the marks from her discipline. His hand slowly slid to
the tops of her thigh, caressing her smooth flesh in long, languid motions.
Entranced by the warmth of the water and the scent of the herbs, Shannon felt
her body relax. Her legs parted slowly to invite his gentle hands between them.

His lips grazed the nape of her neck and nibbled upon her
shoulders, while his hands inched towards her inner thighs like a cat stalking
a mouse, little by little, until they rested on either side of her pussy.

Shannon's breathing turned ragged and her heart pounded as
his hands slid upwards, just grazing over the top of her mons and gliding up
towards her breasts. He roughly grabbed the left one and kneaded it in his
hand. She was certain that he could feel her heart hammering in her chest as
she squirmed under his ministrations. She hissed as his thumb finally brushed
against her nipple, pinching and rolling the little nub, before she gave in and
arched her back to thrust her mound into his hand.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice rough.

Shannon
could only nod her head, lost in the sensation. She
moaned softly as he moved to her right breast, where he discovered the stiff peak
begging to be touched.

He suddenly paused. "Hmm, I wonder," he muttered.

"What is it?" her voice was breathless. Why had he
stopped? Was something wrong?

"Turn
to face me," Dom ordered.
He moved his
mouth to her breasts and closed his lips over her right nipple. Shannon
released an audible sigh of pleasure as he drew her gently into his mouth. He
flicked his tongue against the bud and suckled more, until the crinkled pebble
strained high into the air
.

"Hands
behind your neck," he commanded,
pinching
her left nipple with his fingers.
He
continued suckling at her breast as he released the other one and allowed his
hand to descend down between her legs once again.

 
"Wait!"
Shannon panted.

Dom
frowned. "What is wrong?"

"I... I don't think I can do this," she whispered.
Shame flowed through her.

"Do you fear that I will harm you? I promised not to
take your maidenhood." His voice was still rough with lust, but it was
also kind.

"Yes," Shannon said softly. "I also fear
myself, and not being able to gather the courage to stop you. This cannot
be."

"I made you a promise that I would not force myself upon
you," he said. "Did you not enjoy my mouth upon your breasts?"

"I did," she blushed, looking down.

"Would you like for me to continue? We can stop at any
time if you wish. My objective is not to frighten you into frigidity." He
looked seriously into her eyes. Shannon's heart fluttered, seeing the truth
behind the dark, concerned orbs.

She took a deep, shaky breath, before responding. "Yes.
I would like you to continue."

"Come here." He leaned forward and pressed his lips
softly against Shannon's, his tongue poking softly at her closed mouth until
her lips parted to let him in. Their tongues entwined in a deep kiss, the sweet
taste of him filling her mouth once more. The touch of his mouth upon hers made
her feel safe, protected, and loved.

 
He continued
kissing her slowly as his hand once more moved down to the crevice between her
knees, and touched her where no one, not even she herself, had touched before.
Shannon
whimpered as his fingers began to stroke the outside folds. They were more
sensitive than she expected them to be, and her nerves heightened at every
touch. His kisses grew in intensity, distracting her from the actions of his
fingers. A single fingertip found her entrance and carefully slid inside, past
the barrier of thin tissue that guarded her virginity.

He gently pulled out, bumping the heel of his thumb against
her clit. She jumped, startled at the shocking sensation, and felt him smile
against her. Dom's fingers started encircling her sensitive nub, deliberately
teasing her into a deep ache that seemed to encompass the pit of her abdomen.
She moaned, louder this time, and started to return his kiss with unreserved
passion.

Two of his fingers moved down to her hungry womanhood while
his thumb rested over the bridge of her clit. He slipped them in slowly,
kissing her as she cried out.

"Shh," he said. "Just give it a moment. My
cock is much larger than my fingers, and I want you to be prepared for when
it's time."

Shannon
nodded and bit her lower lip, waiting until the sense
of stretching had eased somewhat. Dom felt her open to him and slowly began to
move his two fingers within her. Once again, he captured her lips between his
before turning her again to lean back against his chest. Both his hands made
their way between her legs. The hot water swirled around her groin as he parted
her nether lips with his left hand, stretching them wide apart. He used his
middle finger to circle her clit until she began to buck slowly against his
hand, and then he shifted to slide two fingers into her tight hole.

Shannon reached behind her head and grabbed his hair with
both fists, forcing his mouth to her neck. Still spreading her lips with his
left hand, Dom began to tease her clit while pumping his fingers in and out of
her sex. The pressure inside of her was building slowly, tightening like a
spring, and it became the center of her being. She could no longer hear their
combined moans or gasping breaths; she could no longer taste his tongue
entwining with hers in the bruising kiss; she could no longer feel shame or
indignity. Her world, and everything she knew of it, disappeared in the
whirlwind of pleasure inside of her. Her head fell back as the orgasm exploded
through her body, shattering the sweet, tormenting pressure.

Even as her tunnel shook around his fingers, he continued to
move them back and forth, milking every last second of her climax. He planted a
single kiss on her temple and slowly withdrew his hand from her sex, then
wrapped both arms around her shoulders.

After a few minutes of quiet, he spoke again, softly so as
not to disturb her bliss. "How was that?"

"Incredible," Shannon sighed.

"Good. I'm not quite finished with you yet."

She
jerked her head up and opened her eyes wide.
"You're not?" she asked innocently.

"No, I'm not." Dom was grinning, staring at her as
a wolf stares at its prey.

"Then... what next?" she asked, a mixture of
apprehension and excitement rising inside of her.

"Let's go up to our room. Mistress Aida has something to
show you."

"Bathe first, you smelly dog!" Shannon said with a
grin. She yelped as he reached down to pinch her on the bottom. "Don't do
that!" she yelped again.

"Just think of my finger as puppy bites, my lady."
Dom grinned back.

Mistress Aida circled around the scantily clad girl, running
her hand along thick, red braid. She leaned in and asked, "Mistress
McCleary? Are you aware of how beautiful you are?"