Bound: The Inland Slave (4 page)

Katja wanted him to see her completely nude, because he didn’t have the opportunity when he stripped off her top while tied to the tree that afternoon. She liked being able to pretend to forget he was there as she exposed her body to him completely, turning around several times as she removed one article of clothing at a time. Her tactics evidently had some effect on him.

Katja reached out for him, aware how much more she wanted him after he licked between her legs and made her feel things she never knew she could experience. Truly, she wanted him there again. After the mild pain left, she decided she liked his dominance and the fact that when it came down to it, he listened to her commands to stop. His compliance made her think that maybe Noreen was right that sleeping with a man would give her influence over him, not the other way around. Then again, maybe sleeping with him would make both of them crumble at each other’s needs.

“Am I allowed to make love to you?”

“No.” She whispered and shook her head. She was too nervous for that, and dreaded the stinging pain. His tongue she could endure with great pleasure but his finger or penis was too much.

He teetered where he stood. He was tired, but debated crawling in next to her. Katja had no idea what made him linger. Since he was so keen to touch her, he couldn’t be shy or nervous. “You won’t come to my bed?”

“I would, but I know myself. I’ll pursue you; I’ll kiss every inch of you, until you’re willingly change your mind. I
will
have you.”

“No, you’ll sleep. You’re tired, and I’m telling you that you don’t have to sleep on the floor anymore. Just don’t let my father catch you in my bed.”

“No. I will pursue you, Katja. I’m more experienced and older. I know my cravings would be satisfied while divulging in yours. I have no hesitation, and want to sleep with you. I decided weeks ago that I wanted you. I’ve never had to wait so long for a woman, and you rule me with your restraint. I plan on weakening it, until you’re mine.”

She smiled, liking the sound of ruling over him. Her father’s lover was right about controlling men after all. At least he wouldn’t be controlling her like a slave. “If I get in bed with you, I’m getting in to prove something, Katja.”

“What?”

“I am not your slave. In bed, you submit to what I want, and tonight I want sex.”

When she smiled, because of his determination to have her, he crawled into her bed, but he didn’t rest his head on a pillow. He gathered her hem and began to raise her garment to her waist. He nuzzled her inner thigh, and nibbled as he lifted her gown. His lips and tongue was exactly what she wanted. She combed her fingers into his hair, and moaned so he’d know he was going in the right direction. When he exposed her patch, he bit her gown and drew it up with his teeth before licking her lower stomach near her sex. As his fingers followed the fabric, she trembled when he began to play with her hair.

“No, don’t.” She slapped his hand away.

“You don’t know what I was doing.”

“I do, and it hurts.”

“I’ll say it again, you don’t know what I was doing. I was going to tease you.”

“I don’t find you touching me funny! It hurts!” She snapped, and tugged her gown down to cover herself. He smiled, abandoned arguing with her, and began to unbutton her top. “Don’t!” She resisted, but this time it was out of habit. She smacked his hand away. Protesting his every move seemed routine and comfortable. Denying him still meant she could change her mind, and not sleep with her slave or sleep with him a second time. But her resolve to refuse him diminished quickly with each passing hour since he made her climax. His every light touch, or seductive act had her aching from the inside. She wanted his hands on her, and wished he’d push through her stubbornness until she was too weak with longing to fight him anymore.

“You must wonder what I look like naked.”

She dared to glimpse down his body before saying, “Of course not!”

“You’re stubborn, Katja.” He said, clearly liking she was.

He got out of bed, and pulled off his robe. He stood in the dim firelight like a bronze statue of a perfect man. Her eyes drifted south, and she blushed when she spied his sex for a moment, but then couldn’t seem to pry her eyes from his hard shaft. His penis hung low as if under weight of the girth and length. He was thickest at the base, and his head was round and plump. She swallowed, and then dared to meet his eye. As always he had a cocky grin. “Get out of bed, and undress, Katja.”

He was always bossing her around as if he was proving to her that he was the man. Usually, she encouraged his instincts to be dominant and demanding, and would follow because she loved to submit, but she knew what would happen if she complied. He didn’t ask again, even though she stayed where she was while trembling. His eyes bore into her, almost as if he could see through the thin fabric.

He intended to sleep with her that night, and she knew if she got out of the bed and lifted her gown, he’d demand more and more until she was beneath him and he in her. A full minute passed before she budged. Slowly she sat up, with her eyes on his impressive body. She stood at the opposite side of the bed, and paused as she shivered. With a shaky hand, she slipped off a shoulder strap, and then gripped the other. After he’d unfastened two buttons, the gown easily skimmed along her other arm before her sleepwear fell to the floor.

She immediately crossed her hands over her blonde patch, and focused on breathing instead of her vulnerable body as he soaked in her curves as if memorizing each soft arch of her large breasts and wide hips.

She shook with nerves when Felix abandoned his position and came to her. He walked around her, and cupped her butt before he made a full circle. He purposefully slid his hand, which felt like silk, across her hip to her apex then around to her backside again. “You’re stunning.” He murmured close to her ear. She closed her eyes, and tilted her head towards his mouth. Inwardly, she loved his confessions, but she didn’t dare admit it to him. Instead, she let him brush his hand up her back, smoothed her cool skin down her side, and then round her body to her stomach. All the while she made soft noises to let him know he could continue.

He pressed his chest against her back, while reaching around to grope her thigh with delicious pressure. With his other hand, he cupped one breast, pinning her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He squeezed her close to him, and when he leaned forward, she bent over the bed.

“What are you doing?” She asked nervously, because he had her in a compromising position.

“Whatever I want.” He replied, as he glided a hand along the crease of her leg, and continued to pleasure her by massaging her thigh.

“You can’t do whatever you want, Felix. You’re
my
slave.”

“I’m the man, Katja. In no world does the man submit to the woman.”

“You need my permission, and this feels…” She jilted, because his finger rubbed her clit for one breathtaking second. She sank into the bed, and pushed her butt into him so he could easily caress her.

“It feels like we’re going to have sex, because we are, Katja.”

“You need my permission, and you don’t have it.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” He said with enjoyment in his voice that didn’t hide he liked her a little difficult. “I’m getting permission.”

With one last hard rub to her clit, he slid his finger up her slick folds, and moved on. Katja silently pleaded with him to touch her sex again. He rolled her nipple between his fingers until she let out a quivering breath. He kissed her neck, and slowly she became comfortable with him standing behind her. She liked the position, and she swore he purposefully hid from her line of sight so she wasn’t continually reminded her slave pleasured her incase she’d fight with him. But she wasn’t about to stop him, at least not yet.

Her thrill piqued when he lifted one of her knees on the bed, and spread her legs wide. She was vulnerable to him, and if he decided to slide his finger inside her, she’d be helpless to his will as he captured her in his arms, and worked diligently to kiss her shoulder and caressed her body with skill of man who bed many women.

“These are your tits.” He spoke quietly while close to her ear, as he covered her breasts with his hands, and gave them a squeeze. “Call them that when I’m in you. I love your big tits, Katja. You’re a gorgeous woman.” She smiled, and arched her chest into his hands as he fondled her nipples.

Then one of his hands slid down her arm, and when he took her wrist and pulled it behind her back, he had her touch his penis. Instinctively, she wrapped her hand around his impressive girth. When she realized she couldn’t close the gap between her fingers as she held him in her hand, she shook with timidity. If his finger caused so much pain, his shaft would be far more painful. He was going to hurt her if he chose to take her that night. She wondered if she’d have the bravery to allow him. She didn’t know why her body was torn between fear and desperately wanting her core filled with his impressive size. “This is my cock or my dick. You’ll learn to love to call it that.”

He slipped his dick out from her hand, before she wanted to release him. He leaned in toward her, pointed the tip of his erection at her opening, and pressed against her until she stung. “This is your pussy.” He pumped his hips, but his cock wouldn’t enter. She was thankful he couldn’t because she was petrified what would happen if he got what he wanted. She simply wanted to draw out his attention, make her feel good, and skip the sex.

His cock bent, as her tight pussy had no give. “I want to fuck you all night, until you want me as badly as I want you.” He confessed, and his words were so arousing, she dithered. He kissed her neck as he continued to try with firm effort to enter her. “Does it bother you I call them by another name?” She shook her head to ensure him she thought the opposite.

“Get in bed, Katja. I want to see your pretty face while I’m entering you.”

KATJA WASN’T SURE IF she was ready to enter “womanhood” as he father called it, but Felix hovered over her with his body pinning her ass to the bed. With the added weight of his powerful build, it took less effort to spread her pussy open enough she felt his hot tip wet the pinkest part of her—the delicate skin hidden just below her opening. Katja kept wincing each time he dropped his hips to hers, partly from the pain of him working her sex until soft and because she wasn’t even trying to stop him. Apparently, the pain wasn’t enough yet to demand he give up. Already the bed was squeaking softly from his pumping, and she worried someone would overhear. Felix didn’t seem bothered by the fact, probably because her father slept in another wing of the house.

He kept wetting his shaft for added ease inside her as he rubbed along her sex. She was so tight, that the resistance felt like her body wouldn’t let him enter. Felix wasn’t in a hurry, and enjoyed rubbing the outside of her and spreading her skin to pump her with drops that seeped from his cock. His head massaged her clit, and he watched her as she moaned with each caress. But slowly she began to change her mind; she couldn’t wait until he was inside of her—or could she.

“Maybe you should stop.”

He halted his pumping but he didn’t move away from her. “You’re just nervous it will hurt. Once you relax, it will feel better than anything you’ve felt before.”

“I don’t like that you know so much about women.”

“I don’t know so much about women. I’ve never been with a virgin. Once I’m in, I’ll wait until you tell me.”

“You’ve just been with many women then, but not virgins?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Katja. You’re a jealous little thing. You’re the only girl that matters.”

“Because I’m the way to better life.” She said flatly.

“No, I want you because you cared about me when no one else did.” He rolled off her, and began to dress. With his back to her, she allowed herself to smile. She liked his answer.

“Why did you get up?”

“We’re done.”

“No, we’re not. Get back here. You’re my slave and I demand it.”

“I’m the man, Katja. I do as I please, and that’s that!”

“How dare you deny me! I own you! You have to do everything I ask!” She folded her arms, and because she was sure sex would make him yield to her, she said, “Fine, I’ll have sex with you, but then you have to do all that I ask.”

“If I fuck you, you’ll learn I get what I want if you want my dick, and I’ll make you want it.” She gaped at him, and despite finding his assertive words incredibly tantalizing, she believed he really would rule over her. He certainly wasn’t letting her treat him as if she owned him. She closed her legs, suddenly deciding she was glad he wasn’t still trying to work his way inside of her. With a sigh of exasperation, he added, “I like you feisty, Katja. I like you’re challenging and fighting with me, but not about women!” He marched over to her side of the bed, and took her gown from the floor. He dropped it on her knees. “Get dressed. I’m not touching you till morning.”

“You can’t tell me what to do. I don’t like it—sometimes.” He was confusing her. She couldn’t think straight anymore.

“Get dressed or so help me, I’ll dress you myself!”

She glared at him, and wished he stood near a deep stream to shove him into, but she snatched her gown, and tugged it on as she grumbled under her breath. “I can’t believe a slave has the audacity to talk to his master with such
bossiness
…you’re
my
slave.”

Felix returned to the bed, but scooped her up by her waist, spun her in a circle, and made her sit on his groin. “Get use to me talking to you like this, little woman. I’m use to commanding scores of men. I’m the warrior. I’m the man. I’m the dominate one. I’ll touch you if I want to, and I won’t if I don’t.” He clutched the collar of her nightgown into his fist, and tugged her toward him. “Now kiss me, for no other reason than I want one and you find my authority sexy.”

She felt the corner of her mouth twitch with a smile. She
did
like his assertive, demanding words. She put her hands on his shoulders, and leaned toward him. She was on her hands and knees, no longer sitting on his groin when he gathered her gown as her lips hovered an inch from his. Out of pure rebellion, because she knew he liked it, she whispered with the perfect amount of threat in her tone, “Make me.”