2 comments/ 6606 views/ 1 favorites Layla Gets Her Man Ch. 01-02 By: Historicalpassion Chapter 1. He was beautiful, un naturally and unmistakably the finest specimen she had ever seen. He barely noticed her, and she was glad, for she rather enjoyed the times she was able to stand amongst the trees and watch him go about his day. Oblivious of the attention he captured, from not only her but majority of the females amongst her tribe. Strong golden legs protruded from the kilt he had been provided, the beautiful man were a slave to her people, but humble in his existence, he had become more so one of them during his time here. And he did not grumble, nor did he disagree with anything that was asked of him, and he had not once tried to escape – which, in her opinion, would be extremely easy considering his sheer size and strength. He was, as happy as he could possibly be, and the only things that told him apart from the Scottish bloodlines that coursed through the tribes inhabitant's, was the gold ear length hair that took the colour of honey in the sunlight, the bronze colour of his skin, and his Hungarian Accent, that melted her core every time she heard him try to communicate with her people. It was then that he looked up at her, and her heart skipped a beat as she took the tartan fabric that flowed around her in hand, before hiking it up and turning on her heels, running off along the dirt track. His skin had glistened in the sunlight, illuminating the corded muscles that wound across the tops of his arms. His shoulders were broad, perhaps the largest she had ever seen, showing off raw muscle as he lowered and picked up another piece of wood from the ground and placed it ready to be halved, for the fire later on that evening. And with each powerful extension, just before the tip of the axe made contact with the wood in a numbing ting, she held her breath as she reveled in the beads of sweat that cascaded from his cheeks. Why she continued to torment herself by watching him was beyond her, she could never have him, not even in her fantasies, for if she did she would give into temptation, and beg to feel the searing heat of his hands upon her body. "Layla!" her mothers voice beckoned to her from the river, where Layla was meant to of been, assisting her in cleaning the instruments for tonight's feast. She dashed through the trees, avoiding his gaze as she made her way towards her mother who sat at the river bank, a long piece of fabric extended from her fingertips that Layla was meant to dry the cutlery with. She folded her legs beneath her weight, sitting alongside her mother on the rocky bank. She could feel his eyes upon her, and it make her skin ache with longing ' look away, look away' she pleaded with herself, and it was as though her mother had noticed her daughters UN-comfort, as molten heat burned at her cheeks when her mother looked past her and directly at him. She elbowed her, a smile spread from eye to eye as she nodded in his direction, as if to tell her daughter to look at him "Stop it mamma!" she hissed, focusing all of her attention upon her task at hand, what her mother didn't know however, was that she spent a huge amount of time watching the man each time she was given opportunity, she knew every inch of him, well, that in which was not hidden behind the kilt of course. 'Croist' she thought, her mother would give her away to the Hungarian god in an instant, and don't get her wrong it wasn't that she didn't want that, it was that he was massive, he could and UN-doubt-ably would take her whenever he pleased, and yes she would love every second of belonging to him but if his manhood in kept with the rest of his body, he would surely tear her apart. But her father, now he was a battle just waiting to unfold. He already had an idea in his head of who she should marry, and if he heard that she was practically stalking the Hungarian giant, he would surely kill both her and him. But that had never stopped her, she just couldn't contain herself when it come to him, and with all the girls swooning over him, she was sure that he wouldn't spare a thought for her twice, But she really wanted him to, she longed to feel his strong giant hands against her body, there was little that would change that, not even her fathers protectiveness. And if the Hungarian god did not want her then she would definitely watch him from afar. Today her job was to over see that everything for the party later on that even went according to plan, though her mother it seemed was more pre-occupied by the Hungarian giant and her attempts at match making than she was her daughters plans for this evening. Her laughter was piercing, she was giggling at him like she were a youth again, pretending to be feeble so she could ask for him to help her carry the utensils. "Mamma" Layla called to her, nearing the two of them and grabbing onto her arm "Leave him alone" she had never realized how thankful she was that he did not understand their language, she smiled to him, trying to drag her mother away by the arm, who was reluctant to move at all, Layla stared at her in annoyance her eyes slowly narrowing in upon her skull as her mother now turned to face her, smiling as she nodded in his direction and Layla followed her gaze to see the perfect Hungarian giant was smiling watching her as though she were the only thing that existed. 'Oh I hate you' she thought bitterly, tugging harder on her mothers arm as she gave in reluctantly to her daughters demands. "Don't do that again" she threatened leading her away, her grip tight around her wrist, oblivious to him as he followed them down the field, utensils in hand. She spun around to look at him the noise of the utensils brushing against one another catching her off guard. She stared up at him, he was a good foot taller than her, and she went to take the utensils from him, because she had forgotten that her mother had asked him for help in her panic. But he simply brushed her hands away, his face hardening as he all but dared her to take them again, and she was reluctant for she were afraid of the consequences. He was much larger and much stronger than her, and she knew if he caught hold of her wrist in an act to warn her not to take them, she would crumble before him and whimper softly all in hope that he would leave her go, or hold onto her tighter. It was then that she imagined how it would feel to be pressed against the hard of his chest, and instinctively her eyes moved to the fine blond hair that curled just below the v of his throat. He was still smiling and she shook her head trying to rid herself of her thoughts, before pointing to where she would like him to place the utensils down, and he done as he was told, without question. This, made her wonder of what else he would do if he were told, and it made a searing heat whelm inside of her as her whole body tingled over the possibilities. She bowed her head to him averting her eyes in a way of saying thank you for his help, and he done the same in return before striding off back down the field to do whatever he had been doing before his mother had decided to disturb him. And she couldn't help but wonder if she used the excuse of needing more help would he of followed her inside of their hut and complied with her every wish – the very thought sent shivers quaking through every inch of her body. She chased after him acting only from impulse, cursing herself inwardly, "Kin!" she beckoned and he stopped dead in his tracks, and so did she, pressing her fingers to her lips she realized then that her impulsiveness could of ended her in a lot of trouble. He made no attempt to turn and look at her, so she could at the very least try to read his expression "You speak English" he said then, his shoulders stiffening his voice was Resonant, this was the first time she had heard it in English and had assumed he were mute. "O-only just." she stuttered nervously, her breath catching in her lungs as he slowly started to turn so that he were facing her. Big blue pools stared down at her from his eye sockets, cold and suddenly lifeless as his heart was seemingly wrenched from his chest "Forgive me" she lowered her head in shame, calling him that had very obviously upset the giant. A flicker caught her eye as he raised his hand to his chest, crossing the distance between them, and her body stiffened instinctively with his near, he was close enough now that she could smell the citrus of soap upon his skin, a toxic scent mingled with that of his own masculine aroma. "Who calls me by Kin?" his voice had lowered to an almost whisper, the warmth of his breath brushing her cheek as she listened intently. Keen on not upsetting him again, it was never her intentions in the first place, but she had and she didn't understand why. "My mother" she said then, studying his face as he moved away, his big blue eyes widening at the realization "I'm sorry, I did not mean to upset you" "Upset me?" his voice hardened in the realization that she thought she had upset him "you have not upset me". A moment of silence fell upon them before reluctantly he smiled and left her standing there outside the nuts, confused. She avoided him throughout most of the evenings fun, she felt almost sick to the stomach for she knew that he was simply being polite in saying she had not upset him. Their eyes had met a few times throughout the night and she had tried to avoid his gaze, but as if a mother checking upon it's child, her eyes had wandered to him, and she had watched him in awe as he eat, more than enjoying the fish they had cooked and she was pleased. She had left him and everyone else chattering, or so she thought. Returning to her hut where she wanted to settle down for the night and pray for a better day tomorrow. "Judas" a male voice sounded from behind her before she entered the hut and she spun around in alarm to see the Hungarian giant standing there smiling at her "I'm – sorry?" she questioned, slightly confused. "My name, is Judas" her heart fluttered at the way he said his name, his accent stronger as the word left his lips, it was beautiful. "Oh" she smiled "it's very suiting" "it is?" he asked and she nodded, it sounded perfect for a foreign sex god. The evening had become chilly without the warmth of the huge bonfire they had built earlier, she hugged her arms about her waist, taking in their surroundings as he took in her. "I should let you go and be warm" her eyes were now back upon his and she stuttered slightly pulling the sash tighter around her shoulders. "Would you like to come in?" she said finally watching as his head raised to a stance that she always found very dominant, "I can warm a hot drink upon the fire" he wanted to follow her inside, it could be seen in his eyes but he was reluctant, scared?. "Judas, if you do not come in I will be offended." he smiled brushing the rough surface of his hands against his kilt "And then I will be forced to look very unladylike trying to drag you inside – which i'm sure is a fight I will not win" "You'd be surprised" he grinned at her stepping closer. "And flattery will not earn you extra warmth" she said, pushing the door to her hut open and holding it for him as she waited for him to enter behind her. The door that usually hit her off balance with it's weight was nothing in his hands and she couldn't help but smile as she admired his strength, a single blonde hair dangling about his eyes. He went and started a fire, feeding the flames as she retrieved a pan from her mothers hut to make something warm. When she returned he was sat in front of the fire enjoying it's warmth, and she realized she had half expected him to run while he could, but he hadn't. She had filled the pan with water and left it upon the fire, and was slightly stunned by his protectiveness as he went to stop her from moving closer to the flames but instead she brushed his hands away, like had to her earlier and he folded his hands into his lap obediently. "Kin" he said softly as she sat next to him on the fur rug that had been a present to her from the man her father wanted her to marry, "It is my slave name – only my mistress called me that before they killed her" he looked as though his eyes had swollen an angry red even at the mention of her, "you miss her" she watched him as he nodded in reply, feeling the fur of the rug in his fingers "Tell me about her" she smiled and he looked up at her, his eyes studying her face. It was beyond her how any man could love someone that kept him as a slave. "she was blonde, middle ages with a perfect amount of curves to her body" Layla was suddenly conscious of her curvy hips and full chest, but it was nice to know that she had some quality to please him. "I have been a slave since I was thirteen under her roof, she allowed me a lot of freedom but had certain requirements – and I was more than happy to oblige" Layla was definitely curious of these requirements but she was not doubt to ask for details because it was clearly hard him to talk about her " she gave me immense amounts of love" he smiled "and it is hard not to miss someone who spent nearly every day with for ten years" Layla nodded, that must have been hard on him, losing a consistency that he so dearly wanted to hold onto. "I have never been touched, by a man" she said then, somewhat startled that she had admitted that to him, she let out a nervous laugh and he smiled at her "Though I have wondered" she admitted "I may be a virgin but it does not stop my mind from wandering" he laughed a blush rising in his cheeks obviously from the thought, it made her nervous but she was comfortable all at the same time. "I always wanted to know what it was like to kiss someone – other than billy who I threatened into doing so when we were perhaps seven, that doesn't count" The Hungarian god hadn't even needed to think about it, he gave her no time what so ever to react, and she let out a gentle squeal as his lips crushed against hers. Her cheeks were aflame, and she leaned backwards to accompany his weight his hand sough-ting the lower of her spine as he stabilized her in his powerful hands. She gasped giggling nervously as his mouth moved away from her and he looked into her eyes "Now you know." he said in hushed sultry tones, his lips teasing her into wanting to feel that searing heat upon hers again. She run her hand over his cheek watching his lips as she mingled her fingers in his hair, gripping him hard to pull him closer so that she could kiss him again, a warmth welled in her core as he let out a strangle cry. He very clearly loved having his hair pulled. This had unleashed something powerful, she opened her eyes to see his full hunger and longing and she couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into. After several months of fantasizing about him she did not care any longer if he like or wanted this, she was being selfish in giving him no option after he had kissed her without warning, now he deserves all he got. He pulled away, running the warm wetness of his tongue over her lips in an action that she had never expected to be as sensual as it was "Pleasure me" she moaned helplessly into his mouth and he took on a look of a startled deer waiting to meet it's fate "Please" she pleaded and he shock his head, removing his hand from the lower of her spine "I-i can't" she felt a surge of anger and frustration burn inside of her and she pushed on his chest, pushing him away. "Then why kiss me!" she shouted, and he lowered his head shacking it softly, and she was suddenly very mad at herself for allowing herself to get lost in his kiss and even more mad and embarrassed that she had just begged him to pleasure her, and he had told her that he wouldn't. A Frustrated grunt surfaced from her lips and she fought to get to her feet but he grabbed her by the wrist, his strength not allowing her to move "Leave me go, Judas" he shock his head and her anger bubbled to the surface "Why!" she shouted at him "You do not want me, so let me go, Now." she demanded but he made no attempt at releasing her, and in truth she didn't want him to let her go, but she was embarrassed and fighting back tears and when he looked up at her she slapped him. Her hand met with a firey clasp across his cheek and he whimpered softly, much to her surprise, but this was not the reaction she had wanted, she had hoped it would shock him into letting her go, but instead he had enjoyed it, and shoved her backwards. A squeak involuntarily escaping her lips as he took her by the wrist, pulling her hands above her head he trapped her against the floor, wedging his knee against hers and forcing her legs apart in an act that sent pain searing through her thighs. She shuddered, her whole frame trembling at how deliciously dangerous this was, what was wrong with her? She was actually enjoying this. He brought his weight down a top of her, his massive body engulfing hers as he forced his hips against her and she flinched instinctively as she felt the hard of his length pressed against her mound. "THAT- is not something that appears when you are not wanted" he was angry, a flaming passion burning in his eyes and she whimpered beneath him, instinctively raising her hips up so that his hard length crushed against her swollen clitoris. ..Judas.. She was intolerable, so much so that she had lured him into a position where all rational thought was about to escape him. His anger at her words had surfaced, an anger that had been built over a very long time, it was relentless, and he feared he would not escape it, until he hurt someone, or someone hurt him. A searing heat had surfaced in his cheek from the contact with her hand, which then undoubtedly turned a fine colour of crimson as a mixture of embarrassment, exhaustion, frustration and anger over come him. And it had all been his own fault, if only he had just ignored the desire to taste her. She whimpered beneath him, his heavy hands securing her firmly to the fur rug, lord he wanted to take her right there right now. But he knew better, and he tried to gather himself when he felt the helplessness of her eager body pressed against his, her soft haven pressed against his length, and she rubbed herself against him, searching for pleasure even from the simple rubbing motion. He pulled away, still holding her tight but putting a distance between them – a distance that stopped his manhood pulsating in eager frustration. And she cried out in clear frustration, a passion bubbling to the surface of her eyes. She squirmed, a feeble and half hearted attempt at escape, before a dangerous smile brushed her lips, and he knew then that he had fallen victim to the seductiveness of this rather discrete miss. He bit down upon his own lip in such frustration and he could swear that he had made himself bleed. She watched him with eager lustful eyes that wavered slightly as his suspicions were confirmed and blood trickled from his lower lip. A new hunger overwhelmed her as she pushed her body up from the floor and toward him, her eyes darkened and he dared to release one of her hands to rub the blood that had now trickled from his lip and landed with a single drip against her breast. He pressed his fingers to the soft of her breast, an instant wave of warmth over coming him as he noted how sensual it felt, and she arched her back, her chest raising towards him as his grip upon her other arm tightened still. She leaned forward with a sharp movement, winding her fingers through his hair with three times the force she had in the beginning, pulling him closer as she gritted her teeth and stared him directly in the eye, their lips but a few inches from each other. He shuddered, stifling a moan from escaping his lips, they parted, and instead his breathing pattern become jagged and delayed. "Fuck me!" she demanded, her voice a seductive caress over the soft of his skin. Before trailing her tongue along his lip, removing the blood he had forgotten when her hand had wound forcefully in his hair, she was primal, like a deadly predator toying with her prey. Layla Gets Her Man Ch. 01-02 The prey that had already fallen into her grasp. She was cunning, deceiving, her tiny arms were far from weak, she was not as defenceless as she tried to make out. And he was a fool, but his body, went against every logical thought that could possibly pop into his mind, like, leave while you still can, before it was to late. He tried to raise himself from her body, but it only made things worse for him, her grasp pulled upon his hair and the instincts to moan over come him "I will not make love to you" he whimpered softly, not a single thing about what he had just said had he meant. He wanted to make love to her, he wanted to sweep her up into his arms and rock her gently against his length until she cried out his name in pleasure. But his grudge against her father did not permit that, he had killed his mistress with his bare hands, and though Judas were a slave to the woman, he had as good as been a husband to her, in fact, he spent more time than any husband would with a wife as he had her. "Then I shall rape you." her words came across huskily, and he couldn't help but laugh. Not mockingly, but it was really an interesting thought, one that made his length pulsate with a furious passion. She stared at him defiantly clearly not very pleased at this reaction, her eyes narrowing to slits, "You think I am joking?" she teased, Her face softened and a smile now touched both her eyes and they turned up in humour. "I do not think you are joking." he laughed, moving away from her as her grip upon him loosened, and he sat lazily between her legs, stroking her thighs. "Although it would be entertaining to see." She smiled at him, raising to lean on her elbows, her head dangling backwards, "I am not sure how long I would last, my capabilities only stretch so far." "Then maybe you should not make promises you cannot keep" hers eyes met with his then, and he smiled, a breath swelling in his chest before it was released uneasily. "I must go" he said then and she nodded, though the raw embarrassment of her actions, and frustrations in which she had built between the both of them shone deeply in her eyes. "Must I let you?" She dragged her nails down his chest, hard enough to draw blood and he choked on a yelp. "You must" he laughed, trailing a single finger along her pussy lips allowing her to feel him, but draw no satisfaction from his offer, except for tension of what she couldn't have. Chapter 2. It had been days since Judas had come face to face with Layla, but when the blue of his eyes set upon the crimson assault upon her cheeks, and the mischievousness in her smile, he knew that the girl before him had done whatever she could to get him in this predicament, innocence? He thought, what a laugh that is. Every month Judas was asked to take inventory of belongings and harvest before the Macmillan clan he was slave to, moved on to their next destination, except today he had woke with an uneasy feeling swelling in his gut, and he had listened to it, for the most part, avoiding every possible chance that he could of come face to face with the girl that had captured his heart. He had tried all ways to forget her, to bury himself in his work, to think of other things whilst he bathed in the river other than the claw marks she had left upon his chest, but it was proving impossible, and more so now that he was stuck shackled to the stone wall that run around the old derelict building they had claimed as shelter for the more important good and for the food. He had very little doubt that he could break free if he should wish to, but the clan had been good to him so far, only once had he been retrained in his time here and that was now, though pathetically done. All other times he was granted freedom, and so a sprinkling of fear bubbled to the surface of his usually hard exterior. "Hello?" he had called out, hearing the distinct noise of someone moving across the dry mud of the floor beneath him. He soon become alarmed when he remembered the men that had tied him had talked of none returning to release him until tomorrow, and already he felt hungry enough that he was sure his usual softness looked harder than a bear. That was when he seen her, sauntering through the entrance before pausing, her mouth falling open and a genuine look of shock upon her face, "Judas!" she yelped, startled by the figure of him sitting with his back leaned against the rough stone of the wall. "Layla" he returned acting casual. And when she grinned he knew then that he was in trouble, and naturally, he suspected that this were her doing, considering her open threat of rape the other night, but he had made no mistake of thinking that she didn't actually have it in her. 'Fool' he thought. "I don't suppose you have come to set me free" he drawled, his eyes moving over her lazily underneath the flicker of light, from the candle in her hand. She looked, breathtaking, he noted then, taking in the clan sash that wrapped about her body, highlighting her curves as she moved. "Well, I could." she said pointedly, openly teasing him in this awkward predicament, "But im not going to" she smiled then, crossing the distance between them and placing the candle upon the floor beside him "I see" he watched her, fighting back the want to smile at her cunningness, she really did get everything she wanted, and it was only when she sat upon his legs with her body pressed against him, and her lips but a few inches away from hi, that he really truly realized he was at her mercy. "Layla" he said nervously, though he couldn't work out why. It was not like he had never been this close to a woman before, or done the things she was thinking as she openly took in the contours of his chest, brushing her fingers against the scratched she had left upon his body "Yes?" she questioned,d the green of her eyes meeting with his now. "Don't do this" he pleaded, and she stared at him a moment, "I promise not to do anything to you, that you don't want already." His head fell back to lean against the wall, she knew that he could not deny wanting her, his whole body told a whole different story to the words that fell from his lips. But it was only when her hands made their way across his chest, and lower and lower before they stopped at his hips and she brushed her thumbs against the bare skin about his kilt did she notice just how nervous he was. She watched as he gulped, his outstretched throat lurching as he cleared a thick imaginary lump. She thought that perhaps if she targeted the things he enjoyed, eventually the hard exterior that surrounded his emotions, or whatever was holding him back, would dissolve when over run with lust. "Im not going to hurt you Judas" he gulped again, and she knew then that it was not the fact that he was afraid of her hurting him, it was that he wanted her to hurt him, he just wouldn't admit it. Filling her hand with a healthy hand full of golden honey locks she dragged his head forward "Look at me" she demanded, and pausing an instinctive whine at his lips he looked into her eyes and she smiled at his feeble reluctance watching as he blew out a breath that had obviously caught in his lungs. She kissed him crushing her lips against his, satisfying a hunger that had been building inside of her since that night at her hut, and to her surprise he met hers with response, pushing his tongue through her lips and tasting her with a fiery passion. She gasped overwhelmed, drawing back away from him and with a grin she tutted "Hmmm, haha. Mmmm, so much for reluctance." "It's not like I have an option." "don't sound so hard done by" he grinned, and she couldn't resist the urge to bite him, to trap the full of his bottom lip between her teeth, and fill his mind with a pain, the type that was pleasurable, and only just bearable because it was forced upon you by someone that made you weak at the knees, and turned you inside out in a heartbeat. She bit him, savouring the soft release of a moan from his lips. "Why do you deny yourself?" she whispered against his lips and then he looked at her, lust filled blue eyes burning into hers. "I'm a slave, I am no husband, no material to be a father, I am not one of your people. And eventually your father and his men will grow tired of my use, and will cast me aside. I don't want you to have to suffer for that." She stared at him long and hard for a moment "And you think It's better that I not have a say in this?" "Is your motive not clear?" he lifted himself slightly, highlighting her position upon him, highlighting the dark brooding in her eyes "I don't think it matters what I think or try to protect you from." he paused running his eyes along the plumpness of her bottom lip "I think you will take what you wish no matter the consequences" and he was right, when ever she wanted something she usually did grab it with both hands and take it, but she would also defend it until her very last breath. And she had no intentions of allowing anyone to just cast him away. She also couldn't ignore him for his or her sake, for she needed him with such a rawness that she thought it impossible to go on, knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She followed his eyes then assuming that he was looking at her most intimate of places, but instead she found the real reason for his waver in attention. His length was standing hard and proud between them, so thick with excitement that the kilt could barely contain his hard throbbing length. He blew out a breath then, his cheeks flush with embarrassment and she was sure that hers were to but not with embarrassment, but with her selfish desires and forbidden need for him and him alone. She wanted to feel it, to feel a man's length within the palm of her hand for the very first time. Except even though he were her captive, and she could do with him as she pleased , she was still timid despite her usual forced forcefulness, she wasn't sure how to handle a man that had bared women before. She reached down, setting for taking a good look at it instead, and she pulled the material from between her legs, watching with awe as it slid over the softness of his foreskin oblivious to the breath he was holding in his lungs. Her fingers brushed the large mushroom top as she released him and smiled as he released the breath he had been holding, twitching away from her touch when his length throbbed with frustration and anticipation. He was clearly enjoying having no control of the situation unfolding before him, the fact she could do as she pleased with him, bring him to release or continue to torment him "You want me to touch you don't you Judas" he shook his head telling her no, but his whole being and his pulsating cock told her differently "Then say it" he whimpered forcing his shoulders back and leaning his head back against the wall. She kissed his neck, resisting temptation to touch the swollen length between his legs "Say it" she whispered again kissing him on the throat "Tell me you don't want me to take your manhood into the palm of my hand and sink it deep into the hot wet silken folds of my pussy" he gulped hard shifting uncomfortably as he felt his desire burning and rippling forth to the surface "I can't". She smiled suckling gently against his earlobe feeling as his breath brushed warm against her cheek "Release me" he pleaded softly his shoulders moving encouragingly "I'm afraid I don't think so" "Please" she grinned crushing his length between them feeling as it stood proud against her stomach "No" she said and he whimpered "I will pleasure you, please?" "And how do I know your not just going to bolt on me like last time?" "I won't I promise, please?" Abruptly instead of thinking further on his words she wrapped her fingers around his length and she pulled the foreskin over his mushroomed tip, he flinched, stirring wildly as he shifted and grunted with both pleasure and frustration "How does it feel to know your cock is the first to brush my fingertips" he moaned then raising his hips into her hand sliding his foreskin back down his length revealing a pool of pre-cum trickling from the top. "To know that it's about to spread my virgin pussy wide apart until it's nestled deep within me and there is nothing you can do, you can't stop me, you can't make a rhythm, you can't fuck me so that you reach a quick climax. All you can do is endure." "Please, stop." he half moaned half shouted his words at her as he tried to control the tyrant stirring within him. She grinned kissing his mouth hard as his breath came short and hard and she guided the soft tip of his throbbing lengths toward her clitoris tiny in comparison to the thick bobble that sat at his tip. She thought that he had reached release then from her words of taunting and from the prospect of where his cock sat, he shuddered so furiously as it pressed against her and when she realized he hadn't cum just yet she wound a forceful handful of hair in her fingers and she pulled it hard "If you cum before I do, I'm going to make sure that you stay here for the next two days chained to this wall and untouched." his eyes widened and he watched her, his lips swollen and red from her assault but more importantly his cock throbbing hard leaking pre-cum against her most intimate places as she rubbed the tip against her clitoris. Rubbing his length and rubbing him against her bud until she could feel the first signs of release begin to stir within her and he whimpered pathetically against her moans using everything within his power not to cum. Her finger nails dug into his shoulder as she held onto him and he stared up at her hungrily, his throat becoming dry and he stiffened before her, his whole body turning rigid. ..Judas.. He thought he was going to explode, he tensed his muscles turning rigid as he fought to keep control of his body, he didn't want to end up stuck here for the next two days, but he didn't know if he could fight it any longer. Between the potent toxic of her words, reminding him that his was the first to brush her hand, to brush the folds of her womanly places stirred something within him that he wasn't sure he could control. He had known from the very moment that she had told him within her hut that she had never kissed a man, that something as treasured as virginity would forever excite him. And he had been right, for his dreams had haunted him since that day on the many scenarios in which he would take her and deflower her and bring her world crumbling down around her from the pleasure he could provide. But instead it was his that was crumbling he was weak at the knees every time he felt her pull the head of his cock down her clitoris toward the softness of the opening that awaits, and then return it again to the top of her bud, warm and soft slick with her juice and his pre-cum. Lord only knew that he wanted to break free of these chains, to lower her onto her back before him and to instead as mental as it may seem, replace his cock with his tongue. To leave her, to push his tongue inside of her, the thought alone caused a searing heat of cum to build inside of his length. And it was then that time slowed, she was rocking back and forth pressing the head of his cock against her clitoris wildly searching for orgasm and then ... she was granted release. She shuddered, her body as rigid as his had become in his quest to save himself from an extra two days here within this dusty old building. Her moans pierced his ears in a rush as he met reality once more, and her movements become jagged, forceful and ruthless as she fought to bring her release to the very tip of a mind numbing, soul crushing climax. He thought it was to late, the sight of her and the thoughts of what she had just done to him, he was sure that he was about to lose control. But never once in his lifetime did he think he'd be grateful that she was finished leaving him, beyond frustrated. She fell forward, leaning her head against his shoulder, and breathlessly he kissed the crimson glow upon her cheek. She was breathing hard and he was starting to regain more control over his body, but he was still sensitive, so much so that he could feel the searing heat of her cum trickling down his length, and he was afraid that if she should touch him again he wouldn't have an ounce of control left and he would shudder in her hand until finally he would cum uncontrollably, and he was never any more sure on anything in his life as he was that it would be the best cum of his life. She grinned her smile spread from ear to ear, "Thank you" she said lazily "Your welcome." she laughed and he couldn't help but smile, he might be tied up and taken advantage of, but it wasn't like he couldn't get out if he wanted to, because he could. It was just that this was her game, and he? Was just playing by the rules. Next time between Judas and Layla: Ch.03: Restricted she watches him pleasure himself.