could control her or fulfill her. She’d played at it, sharing her secret liaisons with just one of her kind, but Guntram was like a loyal dog and had never used his knowledge to wrest away her power. And in his way, he had stood guard over her, protecting her from herself.
Surrendering to a demon now was unthinkable. But fighting his unnatural charisma was taking all her energy. Somehow, she had to find a way to prevent him from enslaving her to her own pleasure and need.
For just a moment, she considered transforming and biting through her ties. She’d love to see his eyes widen with fear when she turned on him. However, she still didn’t know the full extent of his power and strength. And for now, the only advantage she held was the truth about herself.
Hands glided down her back to her buttocks. His fingers curled beneath them and parted her. His cock’s blunt crown slid into her crevice, raking up and down, and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, because she knew he’d decided to inflame another part of her body.
His fingers bit into her tender flesh, his thumbs swept closer to the small entrance and pressed it open. Again, his cock nudged, centering there, and then pressed inward.
Her buttocks flexed as she tried to pull away, tried to squeeze them together to repel him. This act was the ultimate in submission—the most intimate, the most demeaning when accomplished through force.
“I don’t want this,” she hissed.
“Shall I prove that you’re lying?” he whispered next to her ear. His mouth dropped to her shoulder, teeth and lips scraping across skin, sparking nerve endings, which crackled and fired, sending darts of pleasure south. She was doomed by her own sensuality.
She shivered at his seductive promise and the underlying hint of menace, and then moaned with relief when his cock shifted, sliding forward to dip into her pussy—just the head, just to wet it, because again, he pressed against her back entrance, this time sinking the crown inside her.
Then his hands let go of her ass and came around her hips, one raking over her stomach to palm a breast and gently massage it, the other sliding between her legs. Fingers plunged into her pussy; his thumb toggled her engorged clit until her body shook, rocked by his skill and his relentless pursuit of her submission.
When his cock thrust upward, she dangled on the cords, her body going limp because she no longer controlled it. Her resistance had been all for show, a front that quickly crumpled as ripples of dark pleasure spiraled inside her.
The demon surrounding her, penetrating her, would make good on his promise to master her. Every endless caress and thrust bound her more tightly in this oppressive realm. Already, she craved his cock, his fingers, his lips …
He thrust up again, sliding deep inside her ass. Her ring eased around him, until he was slamming her body down his cock, fucking her relentlessly over and over while he fingered her, until her orgasm exploded, taking her breath, leaving her hanging on the cords and controlled by the hands holding her in a bruising grip that continued to work her up and down his cock.
As her rhythmic convulsions clasping his cock and fingers waned, his motions shortened, sharpened, jerking her body with his powerful thrusts, until his breathing rasped like sandpaper and his body stiffened. Then, giving a muffled groan, warmth filled her as he emptied his passion inside her.
Wrung out and listless, all resistance overcome at last, she wilted against him. He untied her hands and laid her on the bed, clasped close to his shuddering frame.
As she snuggled close to his chest, she silently prayed. Rescue had better come soon or her free will would be turned to mush and her mind consumed with hunger for this dark god. Alex might abandon her here, and she knew deep in her heart that the Master would never let her go.
Guntram was her only hope.
CHAPTER
5
S leep eluded Guntram. He lay stretched on
Surrendering to a demon now was unthinkable. But fighting his unnatural charisma was taking all her energy. Somehow, she had to find a way to prevent him from enslaving her to her own pleasure and need.
For just a moment, she considered transforming and biting through her ties. She’d love to see his eyes widen with fear when she turned on him. However, she still didn’t know the full extent of his power and strength. And for now, the only advantage she held was the truth about herself.
Hands glided down her back to her buttocks. His fingers curled beneath them and parted her. His cock’s blunt crown slid into her crevice, raking up and down, and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, because she knew he’d decided to inflame another part of her body.
His fingers bit into her tender flesh, his thumbs swept closer to the small entrance and pressed it open. Again, his cock nudged, centering there, and then pressed inward.
Her buttocks flexed as she tried to pull away, tried to squeeze them together to repel him. This act was the ultimate in submission—the most intimate, the most demeaning when accomplished through force.
“I don’t want this,” she hissed.
“Shall I prove that you’re lying?” he whispered next to her ear. His mouth dropped to her shoulder, teeth and lips scraping across skin, sparking nerve endings, which crackled and fired, sending darts of pleasure south. She was doomed by her own sensuality.
She shivered at his seductive promise and the underlying hint of menace, and then moaned with relief when his cock shifted, sliding forward to dip into her pussy—just the head, just to wet it, because again, he pressed against her back entrance, this time sinking the crown inside her.
Then his hands let go of her ass and came around her hips, one raking over her stomach to palm a breast and gently massage it, the other sliding between her legs. Fingers plunged into her pussy; his thumb toggled her engorged clit until her body shook, rocked by his skill and his relentless pursuit of her submission.
When his cock thrust upward, she dangled on the cords, her body going limp because she no longer controlled it. Her resistance had been all for show, a front that quickly crumpled as ripples of dark pleasure spiraled inside her.
The demon surrounding her, penetrating her, would make good on his promise to master her. Every endless caress and thrust bound her more tightly in this oppressive realm. Already, she craved his cock, his fingers, his lips …
He thrust up again, sliding deep inside her ass. Her ring eased around him, until he was slamming her body down his cock, fucking her relentlessly over and over while he fingered her, until her orgasm exploded, taking her breath, leaving her hanging on the cords and controlled by the hands holding her in a bruising grip that continued to work her up and down his cock.
As her rhythmic convulsions clasping his cock and fingers waned, his motions shortened, sharpened, jerking her body with his powerful thrusts, until his breathing rasped like sandpaper and his body stiffened. Then, giving a muffled groan, warmth filled her as he emptied his passion inside her.
Wrung out and listless, all resistance overcome at last, she wilted against him. He untied her hands and laid her on the bed, clasped close to his shuddering frame.
As she snuggled close to his chest, she silently prayed. Rescue had better come soon or her free will would be turned to mush and her mind consumed with hunger for this dark god. Alex might abandon her here, and she knew deep in her heart that the Master would never let her go.
Guntram was her only hope.
CHAPTER
5
S leep eluded Guntram. He lay stretched on
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