Bound: The Inland Slave (7 page)

Nothing about Sir Cragged provoked her desire. In fact, she resented him for coming into her life, and ripping her from her home. She began to shake as the weight of what consenting meant bore down on her. He’d expect to sleep with her the night they wed, and carry his children so he’d have an heir. She’d keep his house, and do little more. Her miserable existence would consist of frivolities. Her life was over, before it even began. She’d have no adventure, and nothing to look forward to. She was a slave.

Katja cupped her face, and began to cry.

“NO WORRIES, LITTLE WOMAN.” Felix whispered, as he lowered her hands that covered her face. He peered into her eyes, and then drew her to him until she rest against his chest before he hugged her. “Everything will be okay.”

“No, it won’t. I would go talk to my father, but he will not have reason. In three day’s I’ll be heading to Sir Cragged’s manor, and nothing will be the same.”

“You underestimate my wants. I find the situation perfect, and I guarantee you by tomorrow you will be mine. But…I agree with your suitor. He’s right to demand an answer, and I have the same privilege to know if you choose me.”

“You’re my slave. You must go with me no matter where I live, just as Annett is my servant. We are both bound to serve others, Felix.”

“You gave me a choice when we were by the woods. I willingly cleaved myself to you. These walls don’t keep me here. Now tell me if you choose me, and I’ll give you my word I’ll take you from here.”

“I won’t run without a chance of ever seeing my father again. As much as I resent how he treats slaves, I still love him.”

“Answer the question, Katja. I fully plan on getting your father’s permission to leave with you, so we aren’t on the run, but I want to know if you’ll try to love me and I need to know you’ll follow through with my plan—even after we’re gone.”

“What is your plan?”

He laughed under his breath, exasperated. “Do—you—want—me?”

“I want…I want you to take me to bed, and not
make
me do anything! I’d rather be free, and of all people, I think
you’d
understand. I’m young, Felix. I don’t want babies, stuck at home, and regret not having any excitement in my life. I don’t care if that’s selfish or naive, but I want so much more than you or Sir Cragged offers.”

He nodded, but his expression was somber and hard to read. He didn’t say anything, but lifted her up and took her to the bed. As he unbuttoned her nightgown, he crawled between her legs. “So, you want me, but not my children. Not yet, and maybe never.”

“I can’t help the way I feel.”

“As long as you feel for me.”

“I’m risking everything each time I let you touch me. Is that enough?”

He leaned down to kiss her softly. “I will get you out of here, and we’ll have the time we need to feel more.” His eyes brightened, full of wicked suggestion. “And from now on, I’ll pull out instead of cum in you, until you are begging me to have my children.”

She laughed. “That’s not likely.”

“As you said, you’re still young.” His sexy grin pulled at the corner of his lips. “Until then, we’ll have lots of sex and perfect technique.”

7

While staying close to Katja, Felix propped up on an elbow and brushed his fingers through her hair. He lay beside her, but kept her ensnared with his attentive gaze and light touch. “If you want me, you’ll have to come to me, Katja. I want to know you completely surrender yourself to me. Come here.”

Katja wasn’t sure how he wanted her pursuing him. She stretched her arm out over his pecs, thinking that was what he wanted. Her attention quickly shifted, when her fingers touched the scar on his chest. She followed the old wound from one pec to the other, while deciding she’d be happy if he never found hardship again.

She cupped her hand over his firm chest. His marvelous body, tight and lean, showed every groove of his well-worked muscles. Because she wanted to, she brought her lips to his heated body, and began to kiss the crevices of his pecs and abs. His skin felt like silk under her tongue, and she took her time worshiping his body with her mouth. With each kiss, she became more and more aware she wanted him for herself. She didn’t want to put up a fight, but lay her body before him and ask him to take her until they couldn’t expend any more energy on each other.

When she got to his pants, she drew the small string that held them up, and pulled two flaps to the side to expose him. He was hard, and dauntingly thick. It was no wonder she was still adjusting to his size. After kissing so much of him, she dared to bow to his sex, and lightly press her lips to his head. She kissed down the shaft, and licked her way to the tip. Felix breathed out, and reached for her arms. As he rub her tingling skin, while breathing low and husky, he proved he loved her careful attention to his dick with his sounds, and she licked along the thick vein with his girth in her hand. His shaft twitched as she pressed her tongue harder along the throbbing line.

“Put me in your mouth, Katja. Suck it,” he instructed. She licked to his head, and did as she thought he wanted by swirling her tongue on his throbbing end. Slowly she circled her tongue down his tip until her lips were wide around his girth. He groaned when her mouth enfolded his warm, soft skin. Katja loved his penis in her mouth, but her great thrill was his pants of pleasure. His breaths were deep, masculine, and rough. She let her lips slide down his shaft, and she closed her eyes as she enjoyed his low growling. The deeper she took him into her mouth, the louder he was. Then she swallowed, and when her cheeks puckered, he squeezed her arms. “You have sweet lips, Katja.”

Her lips tightened, while she smiled with his girth against her tongue. She sucked from his tip down as far as she could, and then back to his head. She sucked harder and harder, as he squeezed her arms tighter, obviously loving it. There was something very exciting about having such a large penis between her lips.

She bobbed her head up and down until her lips began to tingle. Then she slid to his slick tip, and sucked as she drew her tongue with great pressure along the ridge of his head. “Fuck, this is nice.” He breathed out, and released her arms so he could hold her head. “Stay there and suck as hard as you can while you lick the ridge as you are.”

She did as he asked, and pressed his end to the roof of her mouth while she tongued him with great pressure. She tasted salty drops, which flavored her tongue as she crisscrossed along his ridge. She swallowed and when she did, he gripped her hair tightly to hold her still as if he was demanding more. She sucked in hard, changing nothing, until he was panting heavily and sucking in air through clinched teeth. “Fuck, Katja!”

Katja had no idea she could have such an affect on a man, and once again she smiled with his erection in her mouth. She had no doubt he would enslave her, when she could stop at any moment and make him beg for more. The idea of him pleading for her made her wild, and she released his head, wanting to hear him confess he wanted her.

She sat up, and grinned, when he went back to rubbing her arms while he caught his breath. He returned the expression, and then said, “Now use your hand, and I’ll cum before I go in you. That way it will be even less likely I’ll get you pregnant.”

She wrapped her hand around his girth, a little disappointed he didn’t beg, but maybe he wasn’t the type to ask for anything in bed—only demand. “I’ll show you how.” He said, and cupped his hand around hers. He squeezed until she was holding him tightly, and then he had her stroke from below his head to his base. With his skin slick from her sucking him, she easily tugged his shaft until he had her working his rod with quick pumps. He stopped coaching her, let go, and began to unbutton her nightgown until her chest was exposed. The sight must have unraveled any restraint he had, because he began to breathe heavily, and once he spoke, his dick twitched as pearly cum came out in spurts as she tugged him. “I want to fuck your tits, Katja.” She watched his lips, as his loud, gruff groans filled her room. She was mesmerized by his sounds, and without thinking she floated towards him, ready to kiss him and consume all his noises within her mouth as she tugged. She didn’t want only his masculine sounds inside her but also his strong, thick erection. His considerable girth and length somehow symbolized male dominance, and she wanted to submit willingly to the magnificent cock’s desires for Felix’s pleasure and her own. For the first time in her life, she wanted a man—and not any man, but Felix—inside and rocking over her until she promised to be only his.

Katja even liked the sight of his dick covered in glossy, white cream, which seemed the perfect lubricant to wet her. She stroked him until his dick was soaked in his own silky juice, before she began to kiss him.

She slowly lifted her nightgown, but when she crawled to him, Felix held her back. “I can’t let you sit on me without cleaning up. You could get pregnant if my cum gets in you.”

Katja narrowed her eyes. “This,” she lifted her hand, and swirled her thumb over her fingers while looking at his milky-white semen, “gets me pregnant?” She raised an eye brown, skeptical. He called it his seed and she expected to see
a seed
. “There is no way a liquid can make a baby.” She frowned at him. “I don’t claim to be experienced, or even know very much about sex, but I can tell when someone is lying to me.”

Felix suppressed a smile, but only after she caught his amusement. He used her robe to clean himself off as he said, “I give you my word to be honest with you. I want you to trust me. I need you to. I promise you that what I’m saying is true.”

She searched his eyes, looking for a hint that he was truthful. Slowly, she realized he meant it. She felt a little silly and inexperienced. To hide her discomfort, she pushed aside the conversation and came to him. She straddled his lap, and pressed her palms to his chest. Comparably, she was so small. His body was wide, while she was thin. He was tall, and she was much shorter. When he tugged her to his chest, she noticed too he was much stronger. With ease, he pulled her to him, and demanded her lips. He kissed her, devouring her in a kiss.

As if he changed his mind about the position, he abruptly sat up while bringing her with him. His lips were suddenly perfectly accessible to her as she sat on his groin. She stroked his stiff tool, as she kissed and rocked him. Felix held her close by rubbing her back, and pressing her into his warm chest. His fingers lightly dug in the muscles of her back as he ran his hand down to her ass; she loved it and pressed her chest into him. He cupped her cheeks, and pulled her until she was firmly against the tip of his rigid cock.

She felt his head burrow between her vertical lips, and when his wet dick met her creamy pussy, they slickly slid in a circular grind on her clit. He guided her body by squeezing her ass, and had her sway until his tip touched her opening. Once he positioned her, Katja lifted her hips slightly off his lap and then dropped back down. She rocked and rubbed his tip, and enjoyed how firm he felt against her every time she sat snuggly onto his dick. He was hard, unyielding, and his penis felt powerful enough to drive into her with great force. Yet, she was in no hurry to feel his thick cock stretch her until she was comfortably loose. She wanted her core wet, and ready for him.

His kiss moved from her lips to her jaw, and then down to her neck. He softly bit and licked her earlobe and slowly exhaled warm air into her canal. She moaned, and arched her neck as she swayed her hips. She loved how his hands caressed, his lips kissed, his tongue tasted, and simultaneously his shaft rubbed her. One man shouldn’t know how to touch a woman so thoroughly, in so many places, and at once—overpowering her senses with indulgence.

Her desire intensified, and she arched her back so she could swing her hips in small thrusts to tap against his head. His lips traveled south, and locked onto her nipple. She whimpered and leaned back into his strong arms, as rubbing his head with her opening became wildly urgent. He held her to his mouth while he flicked her nipple, as he let her ride his head. She was growing with frustration she couldn’t work his penis inside her. Katja gripped his shoulders, and dropped hard onto his lap. She opened her mouth, and took a deep breath as his head penetrated her tight walls. Her core seemed to clamp down around his wide tip when she paused to grip his hair in her fists as she quivered. She rolled her hips to tug and push on the end of his erection as it loosened her opening.

She watched Felix lick her nipple with his mouth open wide as he breathed heavily from breaching her inner walls. She matched his breath with quick swirls of her hips, as they began to pant and she worked his dick deeper into her cramped core.

He squeezed her shoulders, and pulled her in closer. “You feel good, Katja.” She smiled, but when she swung her hips towards him, he jerked her down, and his thick shaft drove in until he tapped her cervix. She gasped, feeling her pussy tighten around him from the sudden intrusion of something so big. She shook against his chest, but wished her body would still, because every movement felt painful. She rested against Felix, letting her tightness soften and adjust as she pinched her eyes closed to focus on her breathing.

“It still hurts.” She whimpered, softly.

“Inlanders are bigger than most, but trust me, it will stop.”

His presence inside her didn’t sting as before; each penetration stretched her enough she loved how big he was, but he opened her so wide it was the pulling on her walls, especially at the sensitive opening, that felt tender and sore.

Bravely, she slowly began to stroke his dick by raising and falling. She wanted to thrust much faster to feel his length tap her depth, but she felt awkward doing something she never had before. Katja wasn’t even sure if she was doing anything right, and slowly shook her ass as she rubbed him. With sudden insecurity, she asked, “Is this right?”

“This is perfect, Katja.” He assured her with a strained throat that expressed his gratification for having a tight squeeze around his cock. “If it feels good for you, it does for me as well. You’re snug, and everything you do is gratifying. Just make it feel good for you.”