The Breaker's Concubine (16 page)

With her wet bottom in the air, she tried to pull away. “What are you—”

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His big hand smacked her bottom, and she jerked with a scream. “You will obey me.”

Another slap and heat radiated from her core. “You will do what I say.” Two more slaps, each on

different cheeks. She cursed and pushed at him, unable to escape his strength. “You have no

choice. You are mine to play with, mine to care for, and mine to please.” Thick fingers ran

between the swollen lips of her labia, and he made a soft sound of pleasure at discovering how

slick with desire she was. “Do you understand me?”

Humiliated and aroused, she wiggled slightly against his erection pressing into her

stomach. “Yes, damn you.”

Another slap, this time on the sensitive skin where her thigh met her bottom. “I love the

way your ass turns red beneath my hand and the way your cunt heats for me.” Fingernails traced

over her burning skin, and she bit back a moan. “Now, what do you say?”

“Yes, Master.” Gods, he was training her as surely as she had ever trained a novice. Senses

long buried began to awaken, and the ever present urge to please filled her. Relaxation softened

her stiff muscles, and she turned her head to place a kiss on his thigh.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now spread your legs.”

Still bent over his lap, she did as he ordered and placed her hands on the floor to brace

herself. Water puddled beneath her, but her body was so aroused she didn’t even feel chilled.

One hand held her in place while he traced up and down the slick lips of her pussy. One side,

then the other, never quite reaching her swollen nub. She tried to keep still, but her hands

clenched and unclenched on the smooth marble.

Abruptly a big finger pushed inside her and stroked the sensitive walls of her pussy as his

thumb ran a circle around her clit. He finger fucked her with horribly gentle thrusts while she

twitched her hips in an effort to get him to touch her where she wanted, where she needed. The

calloused tip of his thumb moved closer, tugging on the edge of her hood.

“Please,” she moaned as tension built to the level of pain.

“Please what?” His erection jumped against her as her vagina clenched his finger.

“Please, Master, may I come?” Embarrassment heated her cheeks, but she bucked her hips

on his hand as he increased his speed.

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“Not yet.” A second finger joined the first, stretching her while all the blood in her body

seemed to rush either to her head or her clit. Her world narrowed down to him, focused on his

movements until everything else faded. The breath rushed from her lungs as he stroked with

increasing pressure. Her eyes closed, and she gave a little moan as he pressed on her G-spot.

“So responsive.” The hand holding her in place moved, reaching down to cup her breast.

“And these nipples, sweet enough to eat.” He removed his fingers, and she let out a cry of

protest. Aching and unfulfilled, she tried to think of the right words, the right actions to make

him continue.

“Master—”

“Hush.” He pinched the lips of her pussy together so that her clit stood out in a pulsing bud

of need.

She hovered on the brink of orgasm. The pain from her bottom, his fingers teasing her

nipple, and the slow slide of his palm against her pussy all combined into a deep pleasure that

left her shuddering.

He gave her mound a tiny slap and shifted and held his hand pressed to her clit. “You may

use my hand to come.”

With a strangled groan, she rocked her hips as best she could on his lap, pushing herself up

on her arms and straining. A hard grind against his hand and the first bright spark of her orgasm

had her screaming. She pressed herself against his hand and grew dizzy as her body jerked in

time with the deep contractions of her orgasm. Two fingers thrust into her, stroking her gently

and enjoying the rippling grip of her vagina. So good, she let herself be held by him as she came

with shivers and moans. When the last ounce of pleasure was wrung from her body, he swung

her around onto his lap and cradled her in his arms.

Floating, she shifted as her bottom burned against his legs. The world tilted as he stood,

grabbing a towel and wrapping her up in it. Sleepy, warm, and utterly spent, she ran her fingers

over his chest and idly stroked the soft hair there. His heartbeat was slow and sure against her ear

as hers still raced. Using his elbow, he dimmed the lights until the room was bathed in a soft

warm glow.

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He gently lowered her back onto the sapphire blue cover of her bed. With firm hands, he

unwrapped the towel from her body and examined her. The hunger in his eyes stirred her desire

like a lazy hand, and she stretched out before him, displaying herself for his eyes. He was her

Master, and she lived to serve.

“Such a beautiful little body. So perfectly shaped for my pleasure.” He thought she was

beautiful. She turned her head to the side and willed herself not to cry. What was it about this

man that brought her emotions so close to the surface? Whenever she was around him,

everything seemed enhanced, richer somehow.

He stroked himself through his pants, and she parted her thighs for him in invitation, eager

for the rush of his orgasm. Already his hormones flavored the air with a delicious spice. She

pouted as he shook his head. “Not yet.”

He looked around the room and frowned. “Let’s see…” Rubbing a finger against his wrist

cuff, he gave her a glance that curled her toes. “Release my wrist cuffs.”

Shocked, she tried to sit up, only to have the breath leave her lungs in a rush as he pounced

on her. He pressed his groin to hers and pinned her as she tried to wiggle away from him.

“Concubine, remove my cuffs.”

“I can’t do that,” she said in a scandalized whisper.

“Yes, you can. And you will. Or are you breaking our bargain?” He watched her carefully,

a small, triumphant smile crinkling the fine lines around his eyes as she tried to push him off.

He captured her wrists in his big hands and held them above her and nuzzled his face

against her cheek. The rough scrape of his stubble sizzled along her skin, and the pressure of his

body on hers awoke the stinging throb of her spanked bottom. Instead of cooling her desire, his

actions only put her into a deeper state of need.

“If I do, a signal will be sent, and Pimina will call me, demanding to know what is going

on.” Pressure began to build in her core again, and she wiggled beneath him.

“Well, that would put a damper on things.” He moved his pelvis in time with the rocks of

her hips until she began to pant. “Keep your hands above your head.” His lips brushed against

her ear, and he continued to kiss their way down her neck, stopping at the curve of her

collarbone. Teeth nipped her, and she moaned for him. “You like a little pain, don’t you?”

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Blushing, she nodded and fisted her hands together above her head.

“I didn’t hear you.” Slow and wet, his tongue traced down her chest to the swell of her

small breast. She tensed and waited for the disappointment she’d had from all her partners at the

size of her chest. “
Pitiful.” “Midget.” “You look like a boy.”
The words of displeasure from

everyone around her when her body failed to develop into the prized plump and tall beauty of her

people. Even worse, the memory of the wilting erection of her first lover when she’d stood naked

before him. She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see the discontent in his gaze. “Yes,

Sir.”

“You know, I’ve always loved your breasts.” He cupped one in his big hand, rolling the

taut nipple beneath his thumb. “Round, perfectly shaped, and utterly delicious. And oh so soft.”

He captured her nipple and swirled his tongue around the peak. A hard suck had her lifting

beneath him, and his chuckle rumbled through her skin to her heart. “Did I mention how much I

enjoyed how responsive you are?”

Her reply fled her mind as he started to toy with her other nipple. Her life narrowed down

to the hard, painful tugs of his fingers followed by the soothing lick of his tongue. Pain followed

by pleasure; punishment followed by reward. Arms shaking, she wrapped her legs around him

and ground her pussy against the hard erection trapped behind his pants.

Rolling over to the side, he pulled her to him and took her mouth in a kiss that left no

doubt of his need. With his lips still pressed against hers, he started to play with her outer labia,

soft strokes that quickly drove her out of her mind. Her body ached, hurt for his cock. She

strained to pull him closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. She ran her hands over the

delicious silk of his skin and enjoyed the sensation of burying her hands in his hair.

With a deep growl, he flipped her over onto her belly and gave her sore bottom a swat that

made her yell. “I said hands over your head.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” She quickly placed her cheek down onto the bedcover and stretched

her arms out in front of her. Big hands lifted her bottom, and cool air moved over her exposed

pussy.

“Goddess, your cunt is redder than your ass.” A knuckle ran through her wet folds, and she

shuddered.

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“I’m going to fuck you now, Concubine. If you move your arms one inch, I will stop.”

She lifted her hips higher in a silent invitation. The bed rolled as his weight shifted, and

she wanted to look and see what he was doing but was afraid he would stop. Straining to hear, to

feel him, she yelled as he grabbed her hips and jammed as much of his cock into her as he could.

It took all her willpower to keep her hands in front of her as her swollen pussy stretched to take

him. She let out a small whimper of pain as he pulled her hips and filled her until his balls

slapped against her clit.

“So tight.” His cock jerked within her, and her body clenched around him. “Your little cunt

wants to suck the cum from me.”

She reveled in the feeling of him moving within her. Satisfaction like she had never known

broke through the last barrier around her heart, and she felt complete.

Moving slowly, he ran his hands down her back in long sweeps. “The softest skin I’ve ever

touched.” One of those hands slipped beneath her and toyed with the curls guarding her mound.

“If I had the pick of all the women in the universe, I would always choose you.”

Still slow and easy, he leaned forward and bit the sensitive muscle where her shoulder and

neck connected. Sparks of pleasure flew through her body until she was panting and straining

beneath him. He seemed to know what she needed before she was even aware of it, adjusting his

pace until he was pounding into her. Fast and hard, his hand stroked over her clit, tugging at the

soft hood until she keened.

“That’s it,” he groaned and ground his hips into her, going as deep as he could. “Come for

me.” Arching her back, she took as much of him as she could, trembling as her orgasm turned

the world white with pleasure. A moment later he joined her, and her breath caught as the force

of his orgasm burned through her. Gods, she could feel it! She could feel the dual sensations of

his cock jerking inside her and the slick heat of pussy gripping him.

Unable to do more than exist, she slumped to the mattress, only held in place by the iron-

hard grip of his arm. “Mine,” he growled out and bit her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

“Mine.”

Every muscle in her body turned to liquid, leaving her floating in a space that had no time

or thought. Her awareness focused down to the beating of their hearts, the rush of blood trickling

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from her shoulder into his mouth. As he withdrew from her, she managed to make a little sound

of protest. Never had she experienced such passion, followed by a contentment that wrapped her

heart and soul in dizzying warmth. She sank into that feeling of bliss and let herself fully relax in

his arms. Her mind felt fuzzy, as if she had drunk too much wine, and it was hard for her to form

a coherent thought, so she just gave up and let herself enjoy.

Moments later, his wrist pressed to her mouth, and she tasted blood. Opening her dazed

eyes, she found he had bit his wrist and pressed the wound to her lips. “Taste me,” he

commanded, and her mouth opened of its own accord. A delicate lick revealed a complex taste of

copper and sweetness she had never experienced before. Rich, alive, his essence flowed into her

and filled the void in her heart completely.

After pulling his wrist away from her eager tongue, he tucked them both beneath the

blankets and held her close. No words were spoken, just soft and slow explorations of each