Bound: The Inland Slave (6 page)

“You should worry about what I think, Katja. Soon I’ll be the only man in your life, and the only one you answer to.”

“That isn’t likely.”

“Don’t underestimate me.”

She gasped and gripped his hand tightly that pinned her to the wall, because as he distracted her by talking, he slipped her wet panties to the side, and buried in deep as he slowly leaned into her.

He lied about it not hurting again. He was so thick that he stretched her walls tight with his sizeable girth. It stung as the night before, and somehow felt even more snug. He pinned her flush against the wall, penetrating until his shaft filled her. Then he dropped his forehead to hers, and pressed firmly against her cervix. He brought his other hand up to hers, and spread her arms far apart. She moaned in his ear as he whispered in hers. “You’re mine, Katja. If this doesn’t prove I control your body and movements, I can convince you in several seductive ways.”

She loved how he demanded she’d give herself to him as if she were a craved possession he couldn’t control himself around. She was his weakness, unable to hold back his lust he had for her. As if his cock claimed her as his own, he kept her pinned against the wall with his length buried in her. His tight restraint on her was his proof he belonged in her depth. “Do you want me to show you all the ways I can take you?”

“No. I already know you have a power over me I don’t fully understand.” She said softly. “It would be the death of us.”

For added proof that every inch of her belong to him, he kissed her hard and zealous until she willingly opened her mouth and let him draw his tongue in slow circles around hers. His tongue penetrated her mouth, licking the tip of hers again and again. The movement was what she wanted his cock to do, pump in out with wet pleasure, but his dick was still.

Katja was in grave trouble. She was trying so hard not to feel anything for him, but it was difficult when he was trying with greater effort for the opposite. He was immensely passionate, which made her feel wildly needed and wanted. There was no better feeling in the world, beyond the gentle tug of his penis from within her tight cave or the tap of his rigid but soft head. Though, at that time, he didn’t move within her. For being so determined to take her entire body for himself, all he did was stretch her.

When his lips parted from hers, he breathed against her lips. With a heavy, husky voice, he said, “You’re not impressed now that I’m long enough to reach your depth in this position, but one day you’ll love my vigor and size. Tonight I’ll show you I can last. You will be addicted to me.” He tilted his head until she met his gaze. Maybe he wanted her to answer.

“You should be more careful, Felix. I bite.”

He grinned, leaned in as his head dug into her cervix, and as she quietly moaned, he bit her lip. “So do I.”

Her heart was pounding, and she was scared her father would find her in the compromising position at any moment, but she couldn’t seem to ask him to leave her. He was motionless, but held his hard rod tight against her cervix as he listened to her sounds. Katja’s voice was shaky, probably because she was frightened. “It still hurts, and my father will be back soon. You should leave.”

“I will once you’ve adjusted to my size.” He leaned into her a little more, and she bit her lip when a small twinge made her body ache.

“Okay, finish quick like last night. I want it. Please!” She begged.

“I go when I want.”

When he clinched her fingers tightly during a delicious momentary grind of his head to her depth, she swore she felt herself cream. Katja licked her bottom lip, in anticipation he’d fuck her. His eyes flashed with lust as they followed her tongue.

He pushed in deeper, and she couldn’t help but moan a little louder. “Tell me to fuck you, Katja. Make me hot with that word.” He ginned with excessive confidence, and began to pump inside her. “Tell me to fuck you. I want to cum on your panties so my evidence is on you.”

The moment he spoke his declaration, her father returned. Katja heard him and the man with him coming into the house. She panicked, and trembled as Felix casually swayed into her depth with no hurry to leave. “Please,” she begged silently. She would be beat for sleeping with him, or even imprisoned if her father wanted that.

She gaped with wide eyes, and fought to hiss at him to stop. Instead she gave a firm shove, and shook her head. Without a word, Felix kissed the side of her mouth, slipped out of her, and dropped the silk of her dress.

“Look at me.” He demanded in a low, soft voice. Her eyes darted to his as he carefully tucked his erection into his pants, making it bend down the left pant leg. “I’m not a stupid man. I know men, I commanded more than you’d believe, and I will stop at nothing to keep you.” He took a step back, and gave a look of warning. “You should worry what I want, and nothing else.”

Her father and a man with richly decorated clothes Katja assumed was Sir Cragged, rounded the corner and interrupted Felix before he could say anything else. The two men looked at her slave, seeing her backed against the wall and him standing close. Her father flushed red with alarm.

“What is this?” Her father demanded.

“I told you, father, my slave thinks he’s in charge. I told him to draw the curtains and stoke the fire, but he insists that’s a woman’s job.” She glared at Felix for making her lie. It wasn’t even a good lie, but they were by the hearth. “Why don’t you chop wood? Unless that is beneath you.”

“It is beneath me.” Felix replied. With a quick jerk, he closed the blinds, and then he added another log to the fire before slipping from the room in a tiff.

“I’m telling you that you need to beat him.” Katja’s father chided her. He was obviously embarrassed that his wealthy prize and show of status was uncooperative. Katja’s head whipped in her father’s direction. Visions of him flaying Felix made her eyes water. The image of the doting father she use to admire seemed dark, and her anger boiled. Suddenly, her father looked like a beast, and his fierce, stern glare terrified her. She wasn’t sure but she thought she was scowling at him in front of a respected man. It wouldn’t bide well if she said anything, and she bit her tongue to keep from arguing with him.

Her father changed the subject. “Katja, this is Sir Cragged. I’ve invited him to shoot on our hills and I hoped you’d ride with us.”

“As you wish,” she said with a clinched jaw, and without giving her suitor any recognition.

“See, Sir Cragged? My daughter is a model of servitude.”

6

That night Annett brushed Katja’s hair, as she sat in front of a vanity mirror. Katja was quiet as she thought about the horrid day. She could see why her father chose Sir Cragged. He was rich, came from a long line of respected businessmen, and promised to spend a small fortune taking care of Katja, but there was much she didn’t like about him. He was pompous, set in his ideas, spoke constantly while he enjoyed the sound of his own voice, and Katja was convinced he’d never love her more than he loved himself.

Annett didn’t fail to notice her heavy thoughts as she watched Katja through the mirror. “He’s a good match, Katja.”

“Mm,” Katja hummed with a glance under her bed. She was sure Felix was already waiting for her room to clear before he occupied her bed. She didn’t want to talk about Sir Cragged with him listening. If Felix disliked hearing about men as much as she hated knowing about women in his past, she wouldn’t speak of Sir Cragged.

“You couldn’t ask for a better match. You’re father chose a man who will take care of you. With time, you will learn to love him. Don’t let your hesitations pass premature judgment on the man, or you will find it harder to care for him.”

“I’m eighteen. I’m young. I feel I
could
ask for better. I don’t want to learn to love. I want someone who is equally passionate about me as I am him.”

Annett stopped brushing her hair, and as if she were her mother, she said, “Now you listen to me. Your romantic thoughts will upset your father. You know he’s lenient on you unless it comes to embarrassing him in front of men he works closely with. You need to abandon any thoughts of discomfort you might have toward Sir Cragged, and decide you like him—right away.”

“You married for love, Annett. I’m surprised you’d give me this advice when you had love and know its value.”

“Everyone learns to love, but few easily succumb to their heart. I’m telling you how to be happy, Katja. The wedding is set in stone, and there is no backing out of it.” Annett put the brush down on the vanity, and began to unlace her top until Katja smacked her hands away and went behind the dressing partition.

Katja jumped, and nearly screamed, when Felix slapped his hand over her mouth before a sound came out. She stared at him with wide eyes, and when she relaxed after being startled, he let go. Felix put a finger to his lips, silently telling her not to speak or give away his presence.

“What was that?” Annett asked.

“I…a spider.” Katja lied lamely, and then smacked Felix in the chest as she glared at him because he was making her be untruthful once again. “Got it!”

Felix smiled, and reached out for her lace top. She held still, watching his careful actions as he slowly pulled on the bodice. “Send her away.” He mouthed. She shook her head in refusal. “I can see you to bed. This is a man’s job—not a woman’s.”

She suppressed a smile, and playfully rolled her eyes. “Do you think of nothing but sex?” She playfully asked as he lip read. His cocky grin, she quickly decided looked kissable and irresistible, brightened his face. Felix tugged her to him with a jerk of her lacy corset. Their lips collided, and he opened her mouth with his as he began to kiss her. Immediately he sucked her bottom lip, and wet her plump red skin. She pressed into his chest as he lightly bit her tongue before sucking to taste her. From within his mouth, he licked the tip of her tongue and then released her lips only to tilt his head before drawing her back into a deep kiss. She loved the way he devoured her with increasingly tender longing and possessive obsession. Katja would be scared she was lavishing too much devotion on her slave if her growing attachment for Felix didn’t overpower any hesitations.

“I hope you will try to learn to love Sir Cragged.” Annett said from the other side of the divider.

Felix stiffened at the sound of the other man’s name, but he held Katja in their kiss as if keeping her close meant he had her. His tongue delved deeper into her mouth, and he pressed against her tongue before flicking it with his. Then he pulled on her lace, and tugged as he loosened the strings until he easily removed her bodice. While refusing to break the kiss, he unfastened the buttons of her top, and slid the garments off her body.

“Don’t let one day ruin your future.”

Once her chest was exposed to him, he dropped to his knees and sucked her nipple into his mouth while he worked at undressing her completely. She silently sucked in air and couldn’t help herself as she pinned his head to her breast. She wanted nothing more than to let him continue, but she clinched his hair in her two fists, and detached him from her tit. “No.” She scolded in silence. “Not now. Later.” She couldn’t let him touch her with Annett in the room.

“Are you listening to me?” Annett asked.

“I…I am.” Katja said.

There was a knock on the door, and a moment later, it opened. “Sir Cragged.” Annett said, in alarm, and Katja was sure it was because he barged in. “Miss Fetter is changing into her evening wear for bed. She isn’t accepting company right now.”

Felix scowled in the direction of Sir Cragged. He held his breath, visibly angry another man was coming into Katja’s room.

“I only wish to speak to Katja for a minute. You may go.”

“I can’t do that.” Annett said quickly.

Felix grabbed Katja’s wrists tightly. He demanded in silence. “Get rid of him.” He dropped her skirt, and tugged a nightgown over her, as she quickly wrenched off the rest of her clothes. Then he covered her in another layer before he warned her again to ask him to leave.

“It’s not inappropriate to want to speak with my future wife…” Sir Cragged began to say, but when Katja came out from behind the partition, he diverted his attention to Katja. Sir Cragged looked her over with hungry, deep-brown eyes that made Katja feel vulnerable and naked. “Leave us.” He commanded Annett without taking his eyes off Katja.

“I’ll leave the door open.” Annett insisted, and after a moment of hesitation, she left Sir Cragged alone with her.

He watched her leave, and before he spoke, he shut the door. “Excuse my interruption, but I wanted a private word with you before I leave in the morning. I want your decision before I depart, and if you choose favorably, I will make all the arrangements to send for you in three days time. I see no sense in postponing, and want your answer now.”

Katja took in a slow breath to give her time to think. He was too forward, and demanded too much since they only met that morning.“It’s customary for men to court women for two weeks to give the woman time to decide.”

“I don’t play by other’s rules. I have my own. I want your answer. If you aren’t already sure about me, I don’t want you. I leave in the morning. I want my answer. If you hesitate, I will not offer marriage.”

Katja nodded, but held her tongue. She thought about what Annett said, and she was right about her father being livid if she refused his chosen suitor. Katja didn’t know what he’d do, but surviving his wrath wouldn’t be easy.

“Was that your consent?” Sir Cragged demanded, without giving her any time to think.

“It was,” she said, sounding defeated. “Our marriage will make my father happy.”

“Then I will send for you.” He grew a smug smile, and then unexpectedly stepped toward her and kissed her mouth with wet lips. His fleeting kiss vanished from her lips before she could protest, and she was relieved when he pulled away. She couldn’t even look at him as he told her to be ready for his call, as he opened her door. When he left, Katja bowed her head, already regretting consenting to marriage. It would be better to be disowned by her father than devote herself as his wife.