I pull her in for a kiss with both of my hands on her cheeks—a sweet gesture, a possessive gesture. The kiss is hungry—we both want more. Her knees buckle and I tighten the grip of my fingers on her face—I can tell she’s hoping to kneel so she can lick my cunt.
I whisper, “Just stand here and look in my eyes.”
I pull the black nitrile glove onto my hand. We don’t use them often with each other—it’s not how we do things—but when we do it means something. Sometimes it means “I’m not myself tonight.” if I put them on. It can mean I’m more detached, or maybe it means that I plan on being rougher and don’t want to worry about nicking her with my nails, no matter how short they are. It always means that it’s going to be an intense scene.
I’ve collapsed in a rumpled heap on the damp, leaf covered earth. Mistress and her dark-haired friend are standing over me, looking down over my bloody, beaten body. I feel fantastic, riding the wave of endorphins and orgasms. I start to come back to earth, getting ready to give up the freeing, floating feeling.
Mistress hooks a finger in the ring on my collar and jerks me to my knees. “Get up, fucktoy. It’s time to go inside. We have a feast to prepare.”
I’m breathing heavily. We haven’t even started and sweat is dripping down my back. I haven’t even started moving. Mistress is somewhere nearby, but I don’t know where. She said she’d have friends with her. I haven’t seen them, yet. I’m sure they will find me, though. I shiver at the thought, my bare skin puckering up as my hair stands on end. Excitement and fear building in me.
I gently lower Kitty’s bound body into the corner, sitting her up against the wall so she has a clear view of the bed. I pet her head and let her kiss my hand. She doesn’t really know what’s coming next.
“Enjoy the show, pet.”
I stretch my fingers out around her throat. I’m not tightening my grip, just giving her a hint of pressure. Her whole body trembles as she stands there, naked with her feet apart slightly, her hands clenched at her sides.
One of the few sex scenes from my upcoming fantasy novel.
Iona smiled. “I'm sure you will. Won't that get you in some trouble?”
“Only if I want to go home.”
“You could always come stay with me.”
Aronne could not tell if she was making a joke, so she replied lightly, “Sure I could. After all, I don't really have anything waiting for me back in Moran.”
Iona's eyes tightened a bit. “I was serious…” She smiled and held out her hand to Aronne, placing it lightly on the table in front of her. “I guess I just wanted to let you know how much your… support… has come to mean to me.”
One of the few sex scenes from my upcoming fantasy novel.
Iona's back hit the carved stone wall with enough force to push a gasp out of her. Aronne pressed hard against her chest, their tongues tasting each other's mouths. Aronne's knee slid between Iona's, spreading her legs slightly. Iona could feel the warmth of her lover's sex pressing against her thigh even through her thick braies.
Aronne broke the kiss. “I need you.”
