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The Prize Ch. 01

By: Holly2



After Jeff served them all tea and cookies in the nude, the women voted on who had succeeded in humiliating him the most during the course of the afternoon. The Twins who had invited their friend Mike over to help in his degradation were the unanimous winners. His ass was still sore from its first fucking, and the shame of then having to suck off that same cock in front of his wife and all her friends still stung his battered ego...

The "prize" which had been agreed upon by the women before the afternoon games began was that Jeff would be that person's sex slave for all of the next weekend. Before everyone left, they all took a turn shaking his semi-hard cock, squeezing and teasing him. As the door shut behind the last of the guests, Natalie told him to finish cleaning up after their little tea party. She then went off to bed, leaving Jeff to do the rest of the picking up. 

That next workweek was torturous for Jeff. Natalie wouldn't let him wear any underpants under his work clothes. In fact, she made him wear a Velcro strap tight around the base of his cock and balls, to serve as a constant reminder of his slave status. After work at home, he was not allowed to wear any clothes, and often had to stand up in front of Natalie and squeeze and tug at the head of his penis for her amusement. At no time during the week was he allowed to come. By the time the week was coming to an end, the slightest slap on the ass had Jeff's penis rock hard at attention.

On Friday morning, Natalie was so horny herself that she let Jeff lick her pussy. He was so hungry for her sex that he grunted and ground his face into her sopping pussy like a madman, shoving his tongue as deep as he could into her hot cunt. God, he loved the taste of his wife's pussy. She came violently, loudly, mashing her pussy roughly against his mouth. He so wanted to release the ache in his pussy, but knew he would not get to fuck Natalie for a long time if he allowed that to happen.

When Natalie's orgasm subsided, she rolled off the bed and walked up to her dresser. She opened her lingerie drawer, and pulled out a pair of her silky red panties. Throwing them at him, she said, "Put these on today. I want you to be reminded of the fact that you are my cunt, and you will do whatever I say." Jeff's cock was hard, and it was difficult to bend it comfortably into the silky feel of his wife's panties. She then laid out work clothes for him. "I will drive you in to work today, and I will pick you up at 4.30 before taking you to visit the Twins." His cock stirred again as he heard mention of his weekend Mistresses.

Jeff tried to stay at his desk as much as possible that day at work, in order to hide the raging hard-on in his slacks. The soft feel of his wife's panties made it very hard to concentrate. When 4.30 rolled around, his wife picked him up promptly as promised. They drove in silence during the half hour trip to the Twin's house on the other side of town. By the time they arrived, Jeff's cock was so stiff it was painful to get out of the car and walk up to the front door. Melissa answered the door, dressed in a tight black leather mini-skirt and a loose white blouse unbuttoned to the waist. Jeff's cock throbbed at the sight of her cleavage, so much so that he was a bit shocked when he saw his wife shake hands with Melissa before walking back off to the car. "See you Sunday night!" she called as she got back into the car. With that, Natalie slammed her door shut and pulled out and away from the house. 

"Get your pathetic ass into this house now, slave!" Jeff was shocked back out of his reverie by the harsh tone in Melissa's voice, and he nervously walked past her into the house. "Maggie will be home in a half hour, so we agreed that I should get you ready and tell you the rules before she arrives." With that, Melissa took Jeff by the hand and led him up the stairs and into the large bathroom off of the master bedroom. She closed the lid on the toilet and sat down facing him. "Take off your clothes," she ordered in a calm voice. 

As Jeff began fumbling to unbutton his shirt, Melissa began to lay out the Rules:

He was to address both Twins as "Mistress" during the entire weekend. He was not allowed to come without permission. He was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. He was not allowed to wear anything unless specifically ordered to. He would answer any and all questions honestly, no matter how humiliating. He would pleasure the Twins and any of their friends when ordered to.

By this time, Jeff had taken off his shirt and t-shirt, had unbuttoned his pants, and was unzipping them, revealing his wife's red panties. The panties immediately caught Melissa's attention.

"Well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a dirty little sissy boy for a slave! Do you like the feel of the panties?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do," Jeff answered humbly.

"Have you ever worn women's lingerie before?"

"No, Mistress. Today was the first time."

"Well, you can rest assured it won't be the last time," Melissa said with a touch of amusement in her voice. 

"Finish taking off your pants, then your socks, and come over toward me." 

Jeff let his slacks fall to the floor, and pulled off his socks one by one as he stepped out of the legs of his pants. His cock was obviously aroused, as it poked stiffly through the panties toward Melissa. He walked up toward her, stopping when his shins bumped against her knees. 

Melissa put her hands on the outer sides of his thighs and moved them slowly up toward his ass, enjoying the feel of the silk covering his ass. She continued softly rubbing his ass for a few minutes, sometimes rubbing her face up against the silk covering the tip of his penis. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. Melissa pushed Jeff back a few steps, allowing herself room to stand up. "First things first. We have to clean you up before any fun can begin. Bend over with your ass up in the air and your hands resting on the edge of the bathtub."

Jeff did as told, bending over with his hands on the cold tile surrounding the Jacuzzi bathtub. Melissa pulled his panties down and let them drop to his feet. He heard her open one of the sink cabinets and pull something out. Then the sink was turned on and water was filled into some sort of container. He was at an odd angle, and couldn't easily see what was happening behind him. 

When the water was turned off, Melissa said, "Relax and this will not hurt." With that, he felt a small thin object being slid into his anus, slipping in further and further. Then a warm rush began to fill his bowels, as he realized he was being given an enema for the second time in his life. Strangely, it didn't hurt so much as feel disorienting, in contrast to the first enema he'd received the weekend before. When the water was done filling him, Melissa caressed his left ass cheek and told him to relax. His insides felt like they were bubbling and rolling, but he held his position while she slowly and carefully removed the tube in his ass. When the tube was completely removed, she helped him stand up, opened the toilet seat, and guided him onto the seat. As the first time, he felt a rush as he released his sphincter muscles, and let the flood of water cleanse his bowels. When it was done, Melissa had him wipe his ass, get up and bend over the side of the tub to let her administer one more enema just to ensure she'd cleaned him out completely. Again, Melissa took the whole process slowly, letting him relax.

After Jeff had relieved himself the first time, she led him into the large shower in the corner of the bathroom, which was surrounded by glass, and told him to shower. She handed him one a pink bath sponge and a bottle of jasmine scented bath gel to use. He soaped up nicely, and slowly washed himself, enjoying giving his Mistress a good show. He paid special attention to his ass, ensuring that it was very clean, and then took time soaping up his balls and cock, which were so hard they were nearly purple. When Jeff finished rinsing, Melissa opened the shower door and handed him a salon-brand fruity smelling shampoo to wash his hair, beard and mustache with. When he had finished shampooing, he rinsed, turned off the water, and stepped out. Melissa toweled him off, pampering him by taking her time. He moaned as she toweled off his genitals, squeezing them gently. 

"Put your panties back on, slave," Melissa ordered in a detached voice. the coldness in the tone of her voice reminded Jeff that he might not be treated so nicely throughout the rest of the weekend as he had been in this last half hour in the master bathroom. He hurried to pick up his red panties and slide them back on. The softness of the silk on his genitals felt great.

"Follow me down to the living room."

With that, Melissa turned and walked out the door. Jeff followed her out through the master bedroom, down the stairs and into the living room. She led him toward the entrance to what appeared to be a den, which had a large round door-knocker hanging at about eye-level. On a side table next to the doorway was a long length of silk rope, which Melissa picked up. She turned toward him.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back." 

Jeff did as he was told, and felt her roughly tie his wrists together. He then felt a tug as his wrists were pulled back toward the door and Melissa fastened the rope to the door-knocker. Melissa then pulled his panties down just enough to let his cock poke out in front and to expose his ass in back. 

She walked back in front of him, gripping the shaft of his cock tightly. Jeff shuddered at the intense feeling her grip sent up his spine.

"Wait here until Maggie comes home. I have to go get myself ready now." With that, Melissa walked back through the living room, and up the stairs, leaving him bound, exposed, fully erect, and wondering what would come next.

(to be continued)

The Prize Ch. 01



Teel struggled against her bonds, trying to think of a way to set herself free, to set her people free. It had happened unexpectedly in the middle of the night. An attack from the Black Rogue. Their coast had been plagued with pillaging and raids for over three years, but never had her village been attacked. Gradually they had relaxed their guard, apparently too soon.

Teel had been out having her nightly nude swim. Engaging in the luxurious coolness of the water in light of the previous hot day. She had just exited the water and put on her white cover up when she was grabbed from behind. She was dragged onto the awaiting ship without even having a chance to warn anyone or fight for her life. In the ensuing hours her village had been destroyed. Each building burned to the ground and all their precious possessions taken. Luckily only a few had died; the rest had been taken as slaves and captives to be sold or kept. The future seemed uncertain. All the survivors were bound in some manner or another and awaiting the Black Rogue on the deck. The pirates surrounding Teel were loud and vulgar placing bets as to who would get which slave. Teel continued to fiddle with the ropes binding her when suddenly a hush fell over the deck. 

Teel's eyes traced their way up a pair of thick muscular calves and thighs to a flat hard stomach. Her roving gaze continued north to find a long corded neck connecting the beautiful face of Satan to the coldest pair of gray eyes she had ever seen. Teel gave an involuntary shudder at the look of cruelty and hardness she saw in those eyes. The Black Rogue stepped forward and began to tell them of their fate. The men would be sold into slavery, unless one of the crew members wanted them for physical labor. Some of the women would be given to chosen men for their hard work, while others would work as servants. Those too young or too old to be put to work would be sold into slavery. Teel listened in growing rage as he outlined the horrible fate that awaited her people. She glared hatred into his back as the Black Rogue addressed his first in command, telling him that he would receive any two slaves to pleasure him for his hard labor. 

The pirates began speaking again loudly looking over the women and leering at their flesh. The Black Rogue demanded silence again, pulling up one of the captives and asking him who their leader was. Faithful Aki refused to answer him, earning a hard slap across the face as his reward. The Black Rogue asked him again. Again Aki refused to answered and was punched in the stomach for this slight. The Black Rogue released Aki and let him slide to the ground. He instead grabbed Lanië, my mother. Addressing Aki again, the Black Rogue asked who our leader was while pressing his knife harshly against Lanië's neck. Aki sought Teel's eyes, silently asking if he should say that she was their leader or not. 

Enough was enough. Teel stepped forward and defiantly answered, "I am." The Black Rogue released her mother and turned to stare at Teel, taking into account that she was a woman, well endowed, with slanted green eyes and a mane of black curly hair. 

"Well, well, well," the Black Rogue commented as he continued to take stock of her assets and moved increasingly closer. He reached out to stroke a strand of Teel's hair, causing her to jerk violently away in fear. As Teel looked into his cold eyes her anger surged again. Pulling in shaky breaths to try and calm herself, Teel unwittingly invited the Black Rogue's gaze to fall on her breasts, easily visible through the sheerness of her cover up. 

"Don't you dare touch me, you filthy beast," Teel lamented. "You're disgusting. You come here and destroy our village for no other reason than that you can, then you think you can use my people and sell us as if we had no value. You're a despicable coward!" Teel spit out the last word as everyone began to look decidedly uncomfortable and made it a point to avoid eye contact with her certain she had signed her own death warrant. 

The silence stretched on causing Teel to again consider her vulnerable position. Eventually the Black Rogue was suitably moved to look up from her breasts and into her eyes. If possible, his eyes had gotten colder, Teel thought, but refusing to back down she matched him stare for stare. "Be glad you are not a man," the Black Rogue warned, "Or I would have killed you for the foolish statement you just made."

Again his hand reached out, but this time despite her protests and struggles he forced her back until she could go no further and began squeezing her breasts and rubbing his thumbs back and forth across Teel's increasingly hardening nipples. Teel flushed at the thought that this barbarian could arouse her so. One tear cascaded down her face in light of the futility of the situation. 

"You can force yourself on me if you want to," she cried, "But I will kill you the first chance I get." The Black Rogue released Teel and slapped her hard across her right cheek. 

Slowly Teel raised her face and looked at the Black Rogue. With all the venom and anger she could muster, Teel whispered, "You see? Only a coward would hit a restrained woman."

The Black Rogue swiftly withdrew his knife from his belt. Fear widened Teel's eyes as she felt the icy fingers of death creeping over her spine. She had pushed him too far. 

The Black Rogue grabbed her by the arm and cut the bonds from around her wrists and then slapped her again, this time across her left cheek. Teel flew at him in a rage and raised her arm to slap him back, which he quickly caught in mid air and twisted cruelly behind her back. "Why do you persist in this futile fight against me," he questioned. "I am stronger and smarter than you will ever be. You cannot hope to achieve anything but further pain and suffering for yourself and for your people."

"I will fight you for my honor and the freedom of my people," Teel offered while struggling to break free from his hold. Unexpectedly she found herself free as the Black Rogue laughed in her face at her ludicrous suggestion. 

Motioning for one of his men to give her a sword, the Black Rogue withdrew his own preparing to engage in battle. "Let me make this clear," he informed Teel, "I will fight you in a combat of swords. If I win, then you come to my bed willingly and submit to me whenever I want you. And if I lose . . . " the Black Rogue stopped to laugh again, clearly amused at the prospect, "Then I'll set you and your people free, restore unto you 4 x that which was lost, and my men will rebuild your village and never bother you again." 

Complete silence and stillness swept both pirates and captives alike. The terms the Black Rogue set went far beyond generosity, they were downright crazy causing all those listening to feel as though his victory was imminent. 

Teel dipped her head in agreement and began to circle the Black Rogue. She knew he was stronger, but she doubted if he was quicker. Plus she had the advantage in that the Black Rogue had no way of knowing that she had been trained since the age of five to ride, fight, and engage swords. She was the best in her village; not even her father could beat her in the prime of his life before he died. 

Teel made the first lunge expecting his quick side step. She quickly twirled and aimed a slash at his abdomen. She succeeded in catching him in his side as he moved away. The cut was deep enough to draw a stream of blood. The onlooker's eyes widened in surprise. The pirates, having never seen anyone give the Black Rogue even so much as a token scratch, were amazed at this mere slip of a woman being able to catch him on her first attack. The captives had renewed hope in Teel's ability to come out of the battle triumphant. 

Teel circled again, only this time as she came in the Black Rogue was prepared for her agility and skill, catching her legs from up under her with his sword; not to hurt her, but to bring her to the ground. Teel temporarily lost her firm grip on the sword as the air left her body upon impact. Teel found the Black Rogue's sword at her throat before she could get her hands back on her sword.

Realizing her only chance would be to play on the desire he felt for her, Teel tipped the sharp point of his blade up further until it was close enough for her to lick her way up the side of it. She deliberately let the blade slide low enough to cut a slit in the front of her gown, allowing a generous view of her breast. 

Teel placed one hand on his pant leg and she continued to lick his sword in a suggestive manner. Her hand traveled up his leg until it reached his swollen cock. She began to massage it with slow gentle strokes. She felt the moment his hand loosened on his sword and she pushed his sword away in the pretense of getting both hands closer to his hard flesh. As her wondering hand grew increasingly closer to his waist, Teel pulled his hunting knife out of its scabbard and leaped to her feet slashing his arm as she twirled away.

Hard and horny, the Black Rogue's anger could be felt like a fierce storm. He walked up to her slowly with no surprise moves and as she made another lunge at him aiming for his heart, he grabbed her wrist at the last moment turning her arm so that the knife was pointing at her own throat. He squeezed her wrist until she dropped the blade. 

The Black Rogue ripped the cover up from her body and forced her on the floor holding both of her wrists in one hand that rested on her stomach. He forcibly spread her legs and kneeled between them licking at the slight moisture already there. He knew she desired him and he vowed to make her burn out of control and beg him so that his ownership and mastery over her would be proven in front of her people. 

His licking increased in speed and he worked one finger into her tight grasping body. He began to flick her clit with his tongue, all the while working that one finger in and out of her hot body. Teel could feel the flush spreading over her, the uncontrollable pulsing between her legs, and the fire that was roaring through her blood. She tried to break away but he tightened his hold on her wrist, adding an additional two fingers to punish her for her resistance. 

Teel moaned as he filled her dripping cunt with three fingers, working them in and out again and again. He abruptly stopped sucking on her clit and Teel immediately let out a moan accompanied by a "Please." 

The Black Rogue smiled into her cunt as he began to lick again. "Please what?" he asked. She continued thrashing and moaning but her lips remained locked. Again he stopped licking her and removed his fingers from her body, enjoying the slight sucking sound her cunt made as he withdrew. 

"No. Please don't make me," she begged. 

Frustration darkened his brow at her continued resistance of what she obviously wanted. The Black Rogue released her wrists and began to French kiss and finger fuck her pussy in earnest. His lips delving again and again licking the lips, inserting and withdrawing his tongue as he caught the delicious taste of her pre-cum and sucking and licking and flicking her clit. His nimble fingers were thrusting swiftly in and out of her causing her to pant. As her breath caught in her throat he increased his efforts and sucked her clit completely in his mouth. Sucking hard and thrusting furiously, the Black Rogue forced Teel to cum hard and fast. Teel lay beneath him screaming her pleasure for all the world to hear.

The Black Rogue withdrew his fingers from Teel and began lapping up her cum. Some of it he rubbed into his penis and some into her mouth so that she could taste her own desire. The pirates watched in fascination, some of them picking their own pleasure slave at that moment to take back to their quarters, some fondled themselves as they watched. The villagers were a mixed lot, some staring at the floor, unable to watch this surrender, and others watching the techniques the Black Rogue employed with mute fascination.

While Teel was coming down from her high, the Black Rogue thrust into her causing her to scream out in pain as she finally lost her virginity. Spurred by the thought that no one had ever or would ever have her delectable body but him, the Black Rogue began to thrust furiously, not even allowing time for Teel's body to accommodate his tremendous size. Teel squirmed in pain and discomfort, but it only caused the Black Rogue to become further inflamed as her struggles pushed him deeper inside her dripping cunt. 

He kissed her mouth to taste more of her sweet cum from within. His lusty hands grabbed her breasts and fondled them, causing her pussy to twitch. He could sense when her pain turned into pleasure, when her moans became of pleasure instead of pain, when she began to move with him and not against. 

The onlookers knew too. They watched as Teel clawed at his back to get more of him and screamed his name and begged him to fuck her harder. They stared at his hard flesh as it disappeared into her and reappeared and disappeared again. They watched for almost 30 minutes listening to Teel scream again and again as orgasm after orgasm rocked her slim body. Never having time to come down completely from one before another began, scalloping from one orgasm to the next until Teel was an incoherent bundle of nerves. 

The Black Rogue could hardly hold back his own climax as he thought of how she must look. Cum oozing down her leg, her small tight hole gaping open for the world to see that he had used her, and her neck and breast covered in bite marks. The Black Rogue came quickly, dumping load after load of cum into her hot dripping channel. Satiated, he rolled off of her. Teel lay there gasping until her heart rate returned to normal thinking of what she had just done . . .



The Prize Ch. 01



Dave navigated the labyrinth in his attempt to find the Scepter of Domination. But he knew he was not the only one looking.

His mentor James who tutored him in the art of control had died; teacher had left his brightest students a challenge.

Find the Scepter and you will enslave your rival. Knowing his late friend's sense of humor it mean that Kate and her lesbian lover Jessica were hunting as will. Kate hated Dave guts and the feeling was reciprocated. During their training each got to Dom the other. She had shown no mercy and told him that she would have been happy to make it permanent.

As her entered a chamber he saw the scepter and almost ran to it. But caution served him well. Tossing a coin a new trap sprung up.

Still Dave waited he knew this could be multilayer. Counting to 10 he threw a second one and as expected the back up trap activated. Now safe to cross, he took position of the prize.

In the distance he could hear female voices, his soon to be slaves were arriving

Kate followed by his favorite slave Jessica hurried through the maze. 

"Damm James!" Kate fumed she should have just been given the scepter. But when it was in her possession Dave would be made the lowest of her slaves.

"There Mistress, can you sense the power?"

Looking at her favorite, "Yes Pet I can feel it."

As they entered the chamber, Kate motioned Jessica to go ahead.

Her slave obeyed and triggered the trap.

"As I expected, I will release you as soon as I take position of the Scepter."

"You are too late" a male voice from behind her said.

Kate hissed and jumped at him.

Pointing the wand "Statue!"

Kate froze

Dave smiled nastily, "I am going to enjoy this." Slowly removing her clothes, Dave exposed his enemy's beautiful body.. 

He then looked at the still trapped Jessica, "Enslave."

"What is your wish Master" Jessica asked.

Removing the net and than looking at Kate "Unfreeze weakness. Beat up your former mistress."

Jessica jumped on Kate bearing her to the ground. Getting on top she began slapping the helpless woman in the breast.

"Don't damage her" Dave ordered.

"Yes Master, "Flipping Kate on her stomach Jessica twisted her lovers arm behind making her helpless.

"Very good, 'Dave handed her some rope tie her up in a box tie.

Jessica obeyed. 

"Are you enjoying yourself Kate? He asked.

"Damm you!"

"Now now don't be a poor loser. Instead eat Jessica pussy. She is going to my top slave and your Mistress."

"Thank you Master," Looking at Kate. "You heard him grabbing her head"Get to work."

"Jessica while you are being serviced, service me.

Gladly Master."

"Let's try to cum at the same time."

"Ah yes give it to me slut" Jessica cried.

I may have created a monster Dave thought as he came.

"Gag your slut, "Dave instructed handing her a ball gag.

Then turning to her, "Truth! You seem to be taking to this role."

"Because I never wanted to be her slave."

 be continued



The Prize Ch. 02



Sticky. Good sticky. I wonder if she's awake. Huh. No matter. I like it. The way she's hugging my chest. She feels so good, soft. Her ass. Hard. Soft. Both.

I moved my hand down from her back to her butt. I couldn't help it. I started rubbing the left cheek. Shit. Busted. She's moving. I hope she's not mad. She's gonna look up. Yeah. Jeez, her eyes are so blue. Does she look mad? No, maybe not. Hair mussed. One strand hanging down her cheek.

"Hi," she said softly.

She raised herself up on her arms, pulled herself up toward my head, and kissed me on the lips. A soft, sucking kiss. Good. No, not good. She's moving. Where? Where going?

"I'm a mess," she announced. "Gotta pee and get to the shower." She jumped up, surprisingly quickly.

She dropped to her knees by the sofa and leaned her face near my ear.

"You wore me out, Mr. Sotheby Award. I can't remember the last time I felt so good!"

God, was she talking to me? Shit. She stood and headed away from me. That ass. God it was fine. It looked as if it were made of two mini basketballs, bouncing slightly as she walked away. She turned her head enough to say I could shower down here in the bathtub style shower or wait until she was finished upstairs and enjoy the nice one. She pointed over to the right, presumably toward the bathroom.

"I'd invite you in with me up there," she jerked her head upward, "but I'm starving and I'm afraid you'd just become my next meal if you got that close to me," she chuckled.

"I'll wait 'til you're through," I said. "Wouldn't want you to overeat!" I smiled. God was that stupid? No, she's smiling back. O.K.

"Feel free to turn on the T.V. or stereo. Remotes are on the table. I'll be down soon."

Sure, I thought. I've been down this road before. I could watch a football game before she got back down. Guess I'll head to the head. Hmmm. Maybe take a shower down here anyway. Sticky. I'll be clean when she gets back down.

I easily found the bathroom and everything I needed for a shower. It was evidently a guest bathroom, little samples of lots of stuff on the counter. The shower felt good and I think I stayed longer than usual. Thinking. No, remembering. Recalling the way she'd fucked me. Hot water. Hot sex. Swelling cock. When I got out, I walked back to the den to try and find my underwear located somewhere among the pieces of clothing all around the room. God, I didn't wanna put the suit on now. How weird would the underwear and shirt be? As I was trying to decide what to put on, I looked up to see her coming down the stairs. Damn. That was fast. I hadn't been out but a minute or two. She looked great. Much younger now. Her hair was down. She had on a short t-shirt and jeans. No makeup. No bra either, evidently. Nipples showing through the shirt. Hot.

I was so amazed that she had come down this quickly and that she had not bothered to put on makeup. Not that I minded. She didn't need it. She may have had on some lipstick. But I couldn't tell. Savannah, the girl I'd been dating off and on, took ages to get ready. She might change clothes three or four times before we got out of her apartment. 

"You showered," she smiled. "Lookin' for something' to put on? I guess the suit is a bit formal. What about your shirt and underwear? That'll do, dontcha think?"

"Yeah, I think that'll do." I started pulling on my underwear, scanning the area for my shirt, which I eventually spotted. She headed to the kitchen.

"I have leftover roast beef. Wanna sandwich? Or should I try for something else? I have lots of stuff in here. I can probably find something you like."

Hmmm. She already had something I liked. I wanted to smell her. I got the shirt on, rolled up the sleeves, and headed over to her. 

"Roast beef sounds great. I love it. Can I help?"

"Sure. You can tell me what you want on your sandwich. Mayo? Miracle Whip? Mustard? I have several kinds. I have cheese, two kinds, lettuce, tomato, onion. Oh, and pickles, too. What's your pleasure?" She smiled. A big smile.

I moved up behind her as she turned to the refrigerator. I put my arms around her waist. She stopped. She turned her head around and up and looked at me. Good. Still smiling. I put my face next to her hair. Lemons. Her hair smelled like lemons. Ummm. I moved my nose closer to her neck. Vanilla, here. She moved her right hand around to my butt. She squeezed then pulled away to open the refrigerator door. She started hauling things out, passing some to me. Soon we had the sandwiches built and were seated at the table eating and talking. She was funny. I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She asked me about my sister and about what had happened to my folks. It didn't seem nosy. It seemed concerned.

She reached over to me several times. Touched my arm. My face. It felt good. I wanted to hold her. Close. Squeeze her. Smell her some more. I wanted to fuck her, too. But that could wait. I'd be happy just keeping her close to me. What would she think when we got up. The hard on. Would she notice? Mind? I dunno.

Finally, we'd sat at the table about as long as we could. She made a move to get up, gathering the plates and glasses. I got up, too. Helped her. Followed her into the kitchen and watched her as she bent over to put the dishes in the dishwasher. Curve of her body as she bent. Nice. 

"Do you have some place you need to be? Someone to see?" she asked as she stood back up again.

What does that mean? She wants me to go?

"Uh. Are you expecting someone? Should I go?"

She smiled. I liked this smile.

"No. No expectations. I just wanted you to know that it was all right for you to leave if you wanted to. No obligations. Don't be afraid to say so if you have to go."

"No. I don't have to go. But I will if you want me to."

She smiled again.

"I'd like for you to stay. But only if you want to."

Hell, yes, I wanna stay. Like forever.

"Sure, I'll stay." I hesitated. Didn't know if she'd want to be seen out with me. No, wait. She'd asked me out earlier. Maybe she wouldn't mind.

"Wanna go somewhere?" I ventured. "To eat or something'?"

"We just ate, Brian. I am a glutton, but I'm not hungry again just yet." Her smile and tone of voice told me she was kidding me, being a smart ass. I laughed. She laughed back.

"You know what I mean. I'll take you out, later, if you wanna go somewhere."

"That's sweet. Let's see how things go. We might just ring up for a pizza later. Or pick up some burgers at the drive thru. We'll see. I think the game's on. Probably well into the first quarter now. Mind if I turn it on," she asked as she looked up at me, drying her hands on a towel.

"No. Sure, turn it on."

She headed back to the den, reached the table in the middle of the room, and picked up a remote. She punched some buttons and the Cowboys were on the screen. I didn't care anything about the Cowboys. I'm a Falcons fan. But I could watch some ball. Next to her. She sat on the sofa, pulling her legs up and tucking them to her right side. She picked up one of the little pillows on the sofa and hugged it to her chest. I could be there. I could be a pillow.

She looked up at me. Patted the sofa, inviting me to sit. I did.

"When's your first class in the morning?" she asked. "I don't have one until 11:00." 

"Oh, god. I have an eight o'clock. Schwartz. Phil of man."

"He's good. Makes you think, doesn't he?"

I was looking at her feet. They were bare. Little. Pink shiny on her toes. Toenails. A ring. A ring on one of her toes. Silver. I wanted to kiss that toe.

"Doesn't he," she asked again, louder this time.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. He does." Back to the toe. Wanna kiss. Shirt long enough to cover. Cover my desire. She's watching the game. Shit. She said shit. Why. Watch the game, watch the game. What happened. Oh, first down. Redskins. Skins. Skin. Touch her skin, her face. Her arms. I reached over and ran the back of my hand along her cheek. Soft. She turned her head to look at me. Took my hand in hers. Licked then kissed my palm. God. Electrical impulses.

She smiled at me then turned her attention back to the game. I tried to concentrate. Sometimes I could follow. The 'Skins were killing the Cowboys. She was animated. She used her arms, her voice, her whole being watching the game. Cursing the Cowboys when they screwed up, cooing when they did well. She shifted positions a thousand times, squirming when the game got tense. Squirming. I want her squirming under me. Under me. Not on top this time. Under. Cover her. Cover her body with mine. Smell her. Feel her. Make her feel me. 

She asked me something. Shit. What'd she ask me.

"Huh?"

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked again.

"Whaddya mean?"

She smiled, but looked vaguely exasperated.

"I MEAN do you want something to drink? You know, liquid. Stuff you swallow and it quenches a desire? Water? Soda? Beer? Coffee? Wine?" She stood up.

"Desire?" I asked. Shit. How stupid. Did I say that?

"Yes," she smiled. "Satisfies your thirst. I don't know if you drink alcohol. I have iced tea and soda if you don't. I'm having a beer. Shiner Bock. Want one, or something else?" She was halfway to the kitchen.

I jumped up and followed. By the time I got there, she was already in the refrigerator pulling out a beer.

"Yeah. I'll have a beer."

She looked up, got another beer, closed the refrigerator door.

She placed the beers on the countertop then reached into a drawer, pulling out an opener. She removed the caps, tossed them on the counter, and handed me a beer. I put the beer down on the counter and took hers from her hand. I placed it on the counter, too. I closed in on her, putting my arms around her shoulders, pulling her next to me. She didn't resist. She nestled her cheek on my chest. I held her there. Too long? She still didn't resist. I pulled away, looked at her, took her hands into mine, holding them down by her sides. I bent down my head and kissed her, a quick kiss. She pulled her hands out of mine and placed them on my face. She then put them behind my neck and pulled my head down to hers. She kissed me long and hard and I pushed her back against the counter, returning the kiss. When we pulled back from each other, she was smiling. She turned to pick up her beer and headed back to the den to watch the game.

It was the longest fuckin' football game I've ever watched. It went on and on and on. How many fuckin' quarters have they been playin' now? Fifty? Fifty one? Finally. God, it was finally over. She turned to me as she punched the 'off' button on the T.V.'s remote.

"I'm sorry I made you sit through the game," she apologized. "I know you weren't in to it, but I have a love/hate relationship with the 'Boys. I've been watching them for too many years to stop now. Forgive me? Please?"

Her hand came up to my cheek. She looked me straight in the eyes. Hers so blue. Face, body, skin, not too tan. Dark hair. Dark. Some gray. A little. On one side. Don't move that hand. I pulled her head to my chest. She wrapped her arms around my waist. We stayed this way for some minutes. I dunno how many. Finally, she pulled away from my chest and looked up at me. She spoke softly. Very softly.

"Wanna go upstairs?" And she smiled a little smile.

"Yes," I replied. And we both left the couch at the same time, holding hands as we climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

Her room was soft. Not feminine. Just soft colors. I don't know what colors. Silver? Gray? Some kind of pale purple color? Satin. She went to the side of the big bed farthest from the bedroom door. She started tugging the spread down. I walked to this side and pulled. What now? What do I do now? Take my shirt off. 

As I started unbuttoning my shirt, she walked back around the bed and faced me. She unfastened the last button and pulled the shirt off me, tossing it on the chair near the bed. She looked down at the bulge in my underwear. Her hands went to the waistband. She looked up at me. In the eyes again. She slowly pulled the underwear down, having to pull the band up and out to get it over my stiff cock. Her eyes never left mine. When the underwear fell to my ankles, she wrapped her arms around my waist. I stepped out of the underwear.

"You are verrrry well built," she purred. "Nice abs. Very nice buns." She smiled and grabbed my ass with both hands.

I wanted to touch her breasts. Lick them. I reached for the bottom of her shirt, took it in my hands and slowly pulled it up. She raised her arms over her head to assist. I was right. No bra. Her tits were not large, not small. They were not pumped full of anything. They were not perky and they were not saggy. The nipples were dark. Dark and hard. They asked me to suck them. I did.

We fell to the bed and I sucked. Left, right, left, right. She moaned. Softly, but she moaned. I moved my hands to the buttons on her jeans. No zipper. I undid the buttons slowly, watching her watch me. I pulled the jeans down. No panties. Slim hips. Round ass. Muscular. Helping me with the jeans. Pushing them down, down. Free. Free of the jeans. The toe. I'd forgotten the ring. There's the foot. There's the toe. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Lick the ring, the toe. Up, up, now. My face went to her pubic hair. Ahhhhh. Vanilla here, too. Not too much. Faint. Faint smell of vanilla. Lap. Lap. Lap. My tongue finding her clit. Thumbs separating her lips. Lick, lick, lick, clit, clit, clit. She tasted so good. 

Was she making the noise, or was I? Must've been her. Had to hold her hips now. Body moving, grinding, circling away from my tongue. Hold her. Hold her tight. Bucking, pumping, up, down, up, down, faster, faster. She's screaming, screaming. Her hands on my head, pushing, pushing it away. My cock was bigger than it'd ever been before. Get it in, get it in. Am I thinking this? No, she's saying this. I hear her. Get it in, get it in. Fuck me, please. Fuck me. Me saying this? No, no. Her. Wants me to fuck her, please. O.K. Thank you, I will please.

I raised my head, looked at her. There was sweat covering her forehead, her upper body. She glistened. I got to my knees. Her legs went up, up around my shoulders. I guided my cock into her. No, it went on its own. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. So good. Shit. Ummmmm. Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Get focused. Focus.

I looked down at her face. She was looking at me. Yes, baby, she said. Yes, baby.

Oh, yes, baby, I thought. Yes. I could fuck you forever. Here it is. Here it is. Take it. Take it. Can you feel it? Pump some more. Pretty face. That pretty face. I felt myself going beyond the point where I could slow it down, where I could prolong the inevitable. I was getting off. It wouldn't stop. The shuddering. The noise. This was me. Yes. The cum. Fill her, fill her. She was smiling. Smiling at me. Looking at me. Pushing, pushing, pushing her pussy up to my navel it seemed. Pushing it up around my cock. Pushing it to me, to me. Yes. Yes. Push it, baby, push it.

My pumping stopped. My breathing was slowing down. Her feet still on my shoulders. Looking down at her. Looking up at me. Smiling. She's smiling.

"Thank you, baby," she smiled. "Thank you." Her legs came down. 

"You're welcome. You're welcome. Thank you," I whispered as I fell down on her. Covering her. Covering this woman. This recently squirming woman, now still. Still.



The Prize Ch. 02



Teel looked around at her people, her gaze resting on each face gauging the emotions of those still present. Teel's searching glance came to a stop on her mother's face, seeing a solitary tear run down her cheek. Overcome with sorrow that her people were suffering and that she had let them down, Teel devised a plan to save them and to ensure that her mother became no man's servant. 

"Rogue," Teel whispered, catching the Black Rogue's dark glare, "I would to strike a bargain with you."

The Black Rogue glanced over at Teel as she was resting on her back looking back at him with passion glazed eyes. God, but she was desirable and lusty and . . . brave. He had just raped her in front of her people and still she tried to gain the upper hand. Despite the pleasure she had experienced, the end result had been the same, she had not come to him willingly, not desired to surrender herself to him; but she had done so, he had made sure of that . . . and would do so again. 

The Black Rogue smiled at her latest attempt to bargain. As far as he was concerned she had nothing else to bargain with. He and his men had stolen every precious possession her people owned when they destroyed the village, but still, he was intrigued. Raising an eyebrow in query, the Black Rogue signaled his interest in further conversation.

Teel stood before the Black Rogue in all her naked splendor. Pressing her hands against his chest, she leaned up to whisper in his ear. 

"Rogue, I know that I belong to you in every sense of the word from now until you tire of me; however, there is more of me to have that you will never be able to access or enjoy without my cooperation. Bedding a beautiful woman and bringing her pleasure is a joy all its own, but having that same woman come to you of her own free will and giving herself to you completely, giving you the same pleasures you have given her and more is even better." Teel began to slowly stroke his nipples with her fingers as she continued to talk. 

"I require a separate holding for my mother. That she be allowed to exist not as a servant or a love slave, but as a counsel to the remainder of my people, to help them settle into this new life. I ask that the holding be large enough to support her as well as those too old or too young to be of use to you. I ask that I be allowed to visit with her five hours a day to assist her in counseling and caring for our people." Teel trailed her lips down his neck, licking and kissing her way along his chest until her mouth had fastened itself on his left nipple. Flicking her tongue over the burgeoning tip, Teel began to draw it into her mouth. Teel circled her tongue around the opposite nipple, before sucking that one into her mouth as well. 

Teel nibbled her way back up his chest to his mouth and whispered against his lips, "I know I'm asking a lot of you and I don't expect you to take me on the strength of my words. Allow me ten minutes alone in your private quarters with my mother." She kissed the Black Rogue, allowing her tongue to invade his mouth and to tangle with his. 

Although Teel initiated the game, she had not expected the Black Rogue to finish it, but he quickly took over the kiss and had her sighing her pleasure. Teel broke the kiss with a whispered promise. "Join me in ten minutes and I will show you how good it could be between us." 

Teel watched as the Black Rogue summoned one of his lackeys and commanded he show Teel and her mother to his private quarters. Teel walked through the crowd nude, keeping her eyes fixed in front of her, shoulders back, head held high. 

The Black Rogue smiled to himself as he watched her go. She was the treasure he had been searching for and did she but know it, she would give all of herself to him whether he accepted her bargain or not. 

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Teel leaned against the door in relief once it was closed behind her mother. 

Rushing to fill the silence, Teel spoke before her mother. "I have bargained my body for the security of our people. I don't know if this is something I can do. Counsel me, mother."

Lanie looked at her only child and smiled. "The tear you saw was not one of sorrow. Do you think I haven't watched you blossom and worried over whom would make a perfect match for you. There was no one that was suitable and I feared that you would never marry. You have had no equal in all these years, but now I find you do. The greatest gift a man can give a woman is love, but pleasure is the second greatest gift and this man is the one that can give you both." Teel opened her mouth to argue, but Lanie cut her off. 

"A mother knows. I know. Your destiny lies with this man. Your people are not disappointed in you; they are only concerned over your welfare, as you are over theirs. They understand, as do I, that you must do what you must to save us, but we do not condemn you, we appreciate you, as we have always done."

"Mother, I do not know that I have the skills to win his heart."

"You were trained in the art of pleasing a man since you were fifteen. You have what it takes to win his body, and in so doing will win his heart. Do not worry Teel."

Teel crossed to her mother and hugged her. It would be all right. 

Lanie left Teel to prepare herself for the coming of the Black Rogue. 

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The Black Rogue counted down the remaining minutes until he could join Teel, imagining what delights she would have for him. He would give her what she had asked; after all, it was the acquisition of her that would lead to the end of his raiding. 

On her deathbed, his mother had told him he would find the key to his happiness on the Western shores, and he had continued to raid them looking for what his mother had described. 

For years, he had not known if he was searching for gold or a friend, but holding Teel in his arms and thrusting into her warm receptive recesses made him feel complete and satiated. 

The Black Rogue smiled in anticipation as he headed towards his quarters. Her time was up. 

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As the Black Rogue entered his quarters, he noticed Teel sitting on his desk, not on the bed where she should be. He closed and locked the door behind him before heading for the bed where he began disrobing.

"Don't," Teel advised. 

The Black Rogue stopped in the process of removing his shirt. "Why not?" he asked.

"Because you would be denying me the pleasure of doing it myself later and . . ." Teel paused for effect, "I like the thought of you taking me while fully clothed. Come over here."

The Black Rogue insolently sauntered over and sat in his desk chair, inches away from where Teel was propped up naked. 

Teel reached out to take the dagger from the Black Rogue's waist scabbard. He grabbed her wrist before she could remove it more than half way. Teel smiled challengingly at the Black Rogue, daring him to trust her. Warily he released his hold on her wrist. 

Teel trailed the dagger up to her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around the tip. Meanwhile, her other hand was busy stroking her pussy lips. 

The Black Rogue watched while she inserted first one finger and then another, stroking them both in and out, causing the lips to swell with blood. Slowly Teel worked the handle of the dagger from her mouth to her vagina. Once there, Teel replaced her fingers with the handle of the dagger and began thrusting it roughly in and out, simultaneously licking the sweet juices from her fingers. 

"Mmmmmmm . . ." Teel moaned as she sucked each finger into her mouth, deriving great pleasure from watching the Black Rogue watch her, and from the erotic heady taste of her own arousal. "I want you to taste me." The Black Rogue moved towards Teel to do just that, but she stopped him with a raised hand.

"Not yet. I want to show you something first." Teel removed the dagger from between her grasping pussy lips and set it on the desk. She spread the lips of her vagina for his viewing pleasure.

"I want you to know how stimulating I find you," Teel whispered. "Whether you're touching me or not, just thinking about you is enough to bring me to my knees." Even as Teel was speaking, her pussy began dripping with her excitement. 

"I love the feel of your hands on me. Your mouth. Your eyes," she continued while holding his gaze, letting him see how much the thought of him was arousing her. Teel's hands remained still, holding herself open for his perusal. 

"I long to put your hot length in my mouth and to taste the essence of you. I want you to take me again and again and again in every way you can think of and then, when we are both so tired we can barely move, I want you to take me yet again. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want you to fuck me until I beg for mercy, and then I want you to fuck me some more." The Black Rogue watched in silence as her pussy began to shake and throb and while she sat staring at him, thinking of him, she came. 

"Now, taste me," she offered, panting wildly, and the Black Rogue wasted no time in seeing to her needs. One moment he was standing in front of her fascinated by the site of her coming, and the next he was in between her legs licking up her juices, sucking her clit, stroking his fingers in and out of her, listening to her moans turn into screams. 

Teel clutched at his back as he continued to bring her wave upon wave of ecstasy. Lost in the mindless experience, she could only scream his name over and over again. She began to scratch and claw at him in supplication for the orgasm that he was holding just out of reach. 

The Black Rogue began to furiously lick her clit. His tongue lashing the delicate flesh in swift succession, forcing Teel into a violent climax.

Some minutes later Teel sat up smiling and slightly breathless as the Black Rogue continued to lightly lick her thighs. "Aren't you glad you were dressed," she asked. "I could have done some serious damage to your back just then."

Teel pushed him from between her legs and stood up. She hurriedly began unfastening the Black Rogue's garments. Teel moved to kneel in front of the Black Rogue, but he prevented her by grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her to her feet. 

"What do you think you're doing," he questioned.

"Isn't it obvious," Teel answered. "I've already had three orgasms and you've only had one. I was trying to even the score. Make things fair," she tacked on, as the Black Rogue continued to stare at her in disbelief. She was priceless. If he searched the seas for another hundred years he didn't think he would ever find her equal. She was passionate, brave, funny, and now fair? Keeping score on orgasms? 

He couldn't suppress the slight smile that curved his lips. She wanted to be fair, did she? Well, two could play at that game. 

"Yes, I suppose you do owe me some orgasms," the Black Rogue supplied with a chuckle, "But as I recall it, I owe you a good fucking. So, what do you say we combine our debts and I get my orgasm while fucking you." He continued to chuckle as he tacked on, "And you try real hard not to cum. I would hate for you to owe me even more than you already do."

Teel was all prepared to make a snappy retort at his ill-timed humor, but he suddenly spun her around and pushed her over the desk she had earlier occupied. Without barely any hesitation, he slipped in between her legs and began thrusting hard and fast, just as she had asked him to. Teel's moans filled the air.

"I needn't ask if you're enjoying this," he laughed, "We both know you love it rough." 

Teel wanted to reply to his taunting, but she was engaged in a full fledged battle to keep her pleasure under some kind of reign. Each thrust he pushed upon her seemed designed to enhance and increase the previous burst of pleasure. 

Teel knew she wouldn't last much longer under the onslaught of pleasure he was gifting her, and she fought to think rationally of a way to push him closer to his own orgasm. 

Teel found that squeezing her internal muscles added an extra ripple of pleasure to the experience for the Black Rogue, but it also came with the same cost to herself. 

He smiled to himself. He knew what she was trying to do, and though it was pure torment trying to hold back, he promised he would push her over the edge before he took his own pleasure of her again. He began thrusting faster and reached around her body to provide direct clitoral stimulation. 

Teel let out a small scream as she fought to hang on to her sanity. Somehow he knew all the right buttons to push to drive her crazy. 

The Black Rogue felt her getting closer and closer to climaxing and waited until she was right on the edge of it before stopping all stimulation. 

Teel panted underneath him, hating him for stopping at that crucial moment. 

"Say please," he demanded. "I believe it was you who said you wanted me to make you beg."

Teel lay quietly under him, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

"Don't tell me you didn't mean all those pretty words you spouted earlier," he teased. "You put on such a convincing show; I was sure you meant them."

Teel bit her lip, refusing to give in to his provocation, but feeling tiny shudders chase through her at the memory of what she had done. Of how she had deliberately allowed herself to be stimulated and aroused and brought herself to climax just thinking about him. 

"I agreed to fuck you, not to submit to you," Teel spat in mutiny. "Now finish what you started or I will do it myself."

Teel began the slight internal squeezes again and moved to put her hand on her own clit so that she could bring herself to orgasm. 

The Black Rogue grabbed her wrist in anger at her refusal to submit. Yes, she was passionate, and brave and funny and fair, but she was also proving to be foolhardy and a hellion. She would submit. He would make her submit. 

Slowly he withdrew from her tempting folds and turned her onto her back. He restrained both her hands above her head before thrusting back into her. Deep, deep, shallow. Deep, deep, shallow. He continued the rhythm at a breakneck pace, all the while sucking on her nipples, and nibbling on her neck. 

Teel lay beneath him fighting the mounting pleasure, not understanding how he could make her body act against the will of her mind. As Teel felt herself close to the edge, the Black Rogue sat up catching her gaze, continuing to thrust. 

"How can you deny that you are mine," he asked. "Has your body ever responded to anyone else the way it does to mine? Does anyone else know this juicy cunt the way I do? Who else has tasted you and fucked you until you didn't know your own mind?"

Teel turned her head away in shame. He was right. Everything he said was true. She was fighting a losing battle, because she already belonged to him. 

The Black Rogue grabbed her chin turning her face back towards him as he continued to thrust faster and harder. "You don't need to say that you will submit to me, because I know that it is already a forgone conclusion. I hold the key to your pleasure and to your happiness and I will hold you here until you know it as well as I."

Teel let out a piercing scream as he brought her to another shattering climax. He withdrew from her and began to get dressed.

"Where are you going," Teel asked. "You have not finished," she noted gesturing towards his rock hard penis. 

"I will not have pleasure of you until you welcome it. I know this is all going to play havoc with your sense of fair play, but there it is. And you may have the holdings for your mother, but you will not leave my chambers until you submit."

"Then may I go now," Teel asked.

The Black Rogue stared at her.

"You said I may go when I have submitted to you, and that time has already come and gone. You were right. I am yours. I submit," Teel murmured.

"Then why? Why did you make me subjugate you, when it could have been avoided by those simple words," he demanded.

"Because I was not ready to relinquish my power. I am a leader in my own right, and submitting to you is destroying me, but it is done," she whispered in defeat.

The Black Rogue walked over to Teel and gently grasped her chin once again forcing her to meet his eyes. "This is not a weakness, as you suspect, but a renewal and a strengthening of power. You have more power over me than you can ever realize." He leaned down and kissed the side of Teel's mouth. 

Teel thought back on what her mother had said. He would bring her happiness.

All at once Teel felt content. The Black Rogue saw the fire slowly begin to burn in her eyes again and wondered at it, but he did not comment. 

"I am sorry for upsetting you," Teel apologized grandly, "but I will make it up to you. If I am not mistaken I now owe you three orgasms." She smiled slowly. "Surely, you will not deny me the pleasure of tasting your essence as well." 



The Prize Ch. 02



I could feel my eyes closing as I lounged in the comfortable armchair. From my vantage point beside the window in the dining room, the weather looked warm and inviting however, I knew it was quite chilly outside. As I hadn't been told what treatment I would be having next I decided to walk back to my room and wait there. 

I had purposely waited until the dining room had cleared a little and the other guests had moved off for their next sessions because I was still very much naked. However now, I knew that anyone looking at me could tell I had recently had sex. The tell tale signs were there! My reddened breasts – my damp pussy and my still lengthy brown nipples! On entering the dining room earlier, Chris had been with me and although I had been naked, I felt a little less exposed with him by my side. Now however, I was alone!

Just as I was about to stand up a young male waiter approached. Noticing that he was staring directly at my breasts I felt myself redden. However, for some reason, feeling really turned on by his attention I threw my shoulders back so that he could see how they moved. He was obviously having trouble hiding his obvious erection as he quickly moved the small tray he was carrying to the front of himself. I could tell he had obviously been watching me for a while.

"This is for you madam" he said softly, handing me a white gilt edged envelope – very similar to the previous one I had received. "It contains details of your next treatment and where you will need to go for it" he continued, quickly walking away.

Opening up the envelope I read:

"One of the main advantages of attending this spa is to ensure that you leave here stress free. Your next treatment is designed to alleviate your tensions. You will be guided by our experts and experience feelings you may never encounter again. Your personal treatment room has been adapted to your measurements to ensure you get the most from it. 

You need not return to your room, as neither clothes nor any other personal belongings will not be needed there. Please proceed out of the double windowed doors at the end of the corridor, pass across the lawn to the building on the far side of the lake where you will be met by your personal consultant. 

Signed: Mark Flavell - for Indulgence UK

My first thoughts were "I couldn't, could I?"

However, this treatment intrigued me. So much so that I didn't hesitate to move down the wide corridor and step outside. 

My earlier thoughts were correct, in that it was extremely cold out here. As I walked across the luscious green grass I wrapped my arms around my chest to try to retain some warmth within my body. I was conscious of my large bottom wobbling as I walked quickly and I could feel the fresh wind tearing across my pale skin as I looked from side to side to check no-one else was around. Seeing that I was alone I slowed down a little to savour the feeling of being so exposed. I had never, ever been so open about my body before. Looking down at my breasts I could physically see my nipples grow in the cool air. I opened my arms wide and looked up towards the sky, offering myself up to the elements and skipped along, enjoying the feeling of my weighty body bobbing and bouncing around.

Lost in the moment I hadn't noticed a group of teenage boys riding their horses in the field adjoining this one. 

"Fucking hell!" said the nearest, "Look at the tits on her, lads. Wouldn't mind giving her one eh?" 

"Wouldn't we all" laughed one of the others, grabbing his crotch and gesturing his agreement. "Want to see my huge boner love?" he shouted, pulling his cock out of his tight shorts and masturbating suggestively.

It was only when I heard their vulgar comments that I realised I was being watched.

"Oh my god!" I gasped, running as fast as I could towards the building to my left; a far enough distance from the boys so that I couldn't be seen. I could hear them laughing as they watched me try to cover myself with my hands, and not quite succeeding. I was far too large!

Breathing heavily I arrived at the entrance to the wooden type building, to be met by a large dark woman. Although embarrassed about my nudity I couldn't help but stare when I saw her. Her long black hair was pulled tightly back into a pony tail, and her glasses gave her a harsh look. However, she was dressed in a crisp white doctor's coat, fitted very tightly to her large frame. When I say large, I don't mean fat! She was heavily built and very big boned with not an ounce of fat on her. You could tell she worked out, as both her arms and what I could see of her chest were solid muscle.

"Hello Anna, my name is Dr Rikka Kaufman. I'm to be your consultant for this afternoon's treatment" she said, in a broad german accent. "Indulgence UK have given me the opportunity to carry out some of my less well known treatments here in the UK. Back home, in Austria, I have been extremely successful in eliminating the body of stressful toxins and am keen to continue my work here. You are a very lucky young woman."

Taking me by the arm she continued "I've looked over your details, and I believe the programme we have worked out for you Anna, will ensure a great result and a fully enjoyable treatment for yourself today. It is my intention that you leave here today fully rejuvenated, totally relaxed and at ease with your body."

All the time she was talking, I was conscious of her hand stroking the upper part of my arm, lightly trailing her fingernail across my shoulder and over the rise of my breast. I could see she knew the effect that she was having on me.

"Has Chris explained what we will be up to this afternoon?" she purred.

"No" I replied weakly, with a smile, warming to this European doctor.

"Well, I'll explain what I would like from you while I get you settled into the first part of your treatment" she said, motioning me to follow her into a room to our left. 

"I can see that although it is quite cold outside, you appear to be a little warm Anna? Perhaps you ran a little too fast eh?" she smirked. "However, warm is not what we want!" she said loudly. "I want you hot!! Not just your temperature but sexually hot too!! So hot that it makes you uncomfortable! This is necessary to the treatment Anna so please try to bear with us."

When she spoke it made me think that perhaps, the incident with the boys had not been a coincidence at all, but planned? It certainly had the desired effect.

Leading me across the room, she gestured that I should step up in front of a type of bath. Not however, a normal elongated oval bath. This one was actually body shaped – MY body shape?

"We have taken the measurements you gave Mark and adapted this tub to fit you" she said. "Step in please, Ja?"

It felt strange. The tips of my toes and heels of my feet rested flat along the one end whilst I could feel the top of my head resting on the other end. In between, I was unable to rest my arms alongside my side as the walls of the tub were moulded not only to my waist but hugged the sides of my breasts and hips. The shape of it meant that not only were my breasts pushed together with my nipples pointing upwards, my bottom was also tight thereby forcing the roundness of my belly to swell slightly.

Slipping into the bath I was amazed that I found it to be extremely comfortable, mainly due to the fact that a bowl like area had been scooped out to accommodate my wide bottom. The floor of the tub rose a little in the gap between the top of my legs and I could feel the enamel lightly resting against my bare pussy.

"What I am going to do now Anna is slowly run a specially prepared liquid through special jets positioned strategically around the tub, so that you will be fully covered. This liquid treatment has been prepared with special nutrients to enhance the natural elements in your body, bringing your nerve endings to the surface. On a positive note, once your body has been covered, you will feel euphoric and alive however, on the negative side, which you will experience very briefly, the liquid must be piping hot. The liquid contains many supplements to ensure that you will suffer no lasting damage to your pretty skin, so please don't be concerned. 

Before I open the taps I suggest you protect your nipples with your fingers Anna. I can see from Chris's notes that you have a very sensitive nipple area so it would probably be best if you cover them up. Just before you do, do you mind if I check for myself?"

As I was not in any position to say no, I watched as she reached over and, taking her thumb and forefinger gently squeezed them until they swelled and widened. She then flicked her tongue over and around my now rock hard nubs. Such sensations!!!!!

"Mmmmm, yes" she cried, watching them become hard and wide. "Chris was quite right."

"I'll leave you now Anna, just try to relax and I will be back soon" she said, dimming the lights and closing the door behind her.

As I lay there, in the semi dark I began to feel the warmth from the liquid seeping around my body. Unlike a normal bath, the liquid formed a very gradual pool around my body....almost like fingers silently stroking and caressing me. It was an extremely erotic sensation however, as the water level rose so did my temperature. I could see the effect on my skin – my normally pale skin becoming redder and redder until I thought it would become too unbearable. 

However, when I thought I could take no more, another sensation took over. From my tender breasts down to the tips of my toes my whole body battled with the rising wave of ecstasy I was experiencing....culminating in an orgasm like I've never experienced before. I could feel the sweat running from my body....could actually see my nipples expand and contract with each spasm....to the point whereby small globules of liquid were seeping from them. I felt the hot liquid pouring between my legs sending electrical charges to the tips of my toes.

When I felt I could no longer breathe I watched as Rikka re-entered. She was completely naked! Her hairy body now exposed to me. For the first time in my life I felt ready to make love with another woman. Her muscled arms and washboard belly were shiny with apparent sweat. The flatness of her belly seemed just to enhance her mammoth breasts however, what surprised me most were her breasts. I could see straight away that she had had surgery. Breasts of her size would certainly have sagged with their weight a little, as mine did, however hers seem to protrude high like half melons with nipples identically central on each breasts. There was also no movement as she walked towards me and I could tell, if I were to have the opportunity to touch her, hers would be rock hard.

"Had the special liquids contained some sort of aphrodisiac?" I thought to myself. I would never have thought I could think such erotic thoughts.

The cooling liquid was now running from my hot body. Once the tub had emptied, she released the side enabling me to slide away from my confinement. My legs felt very shaky but she was well able to lift me tight against her ample breasts and hug me until I felt stronger.

Whether it was my recent experience or not, I felt comforted being held within her strong arms. I was enjoying the feel of her breasts against mine. As she wrapped her arms around me I felt her hairy body massaging mine. 

As if realizing what may happen if we continued our embrace, she suddenly released me. Taking my hand she led me through a door opposite where I was surprised to see not only Chris, but Mark as well.

As Mark had told me initially, any form of dress was not included and therefore it wasn't a surprise to see that both were naked! I was also quite surprised to see that both men were semi erect? They actually created a striking picture. Chris - tall, blond with not a single hair on any part of his body compared to Mark, short and well built, with not only facial hair but his chest, shoulders and legs were liberally covered. As we walked into the room, they were quick to break away from each other's arms.

"Ah!" I thought.

This room, I realised, was totally different to the first. This was cold as ice, almost fridge like! I watched as steam rose from my body. Funnily enough, the first thought that came to my mind was how were the 2 men able to rise to the occasion in such a cool climate.

Moving me into the middle of the room where a metal frame was stood, she placed me within the framework, grabbed both of my hands and raised them above my head. Fastening them together, she proceeded to fix them securely to a centre hook in the middle of the horizontal bar above me.

Whilst she was securing me, Chris and Mark were doing the same with my ankles. I was beginning to get a little worried by now and my concern must have showed in my face. 

"Do not worry my little one" she said, quietly stroking the side of my face. "You will love this. All we intend to do is reduce your body temperature."

She then, together with Chris and Mark, took a number of large white pads from a cupboard beside her and began placing them over my pink body. As she placed the first one around my waist I shivered. The pads were ice cold; in fact there were shreds of ice running though them. The cabinet must have been refrigerated 

She fastened the pad with a metal clip, and then opened another. The second, she placed underneath my bottom lengthwise so that it ran between my legs and covered both my bare pussy and wide crack. It was a real turn on! Amazing!!! Between the three of them they completely covered my whole body. I could feel my nipples shrivel and retract. My overheated body was now becoming ice cold and was almost too much to bear. They all then left the room.

I was feeling really uncomfortable. This sudden drop in my body temperature had the effect of making me want to visit the toilet. I wasn't sure that I could hold out for very long.

20 Minutes later she returned – alone! "I am now going to warm you back up." said Rikka.

"Oh please Rikka, I really need to relieve myself first." I cried. I was in so much pain.

"Then carry on Anna. The treatment has worked correctly up to now and I would expect you to need this. Don't worry about anything. We are alone for now so, if you feel a little reluctant to do so let me help you?"

With that she started to remove the lower pad from between my legs exposing my pussy to the cool air. One small touch along my pussy lips was all it took and, much to my disgust, I felt my bladder open and the warm liquid run down between my legs. Happily I noticed Rikka had turned away to give me some form of privacy.

Once she knew I had finished, she turned and continued removing the pads one at a time until, once again, I was now naked – however still very cold. She then surprised me by taking me in her arms and giving me the gentlest hug. Her warm fake breasts pushing against mine, her nubs catching on mine and best of all I could feel her hairy bush tickling my pussy lips. Her soft hands were running down the length of my back to cup the wide cheeks of my ass. I could feel her warmth transfer to me.

"Are you enjoying your session so far?" she asked, smiling.

Before I could reply, she leant in and pushed her soft moist lips against mine. As my lips yielded to the invasion of her tongue I felt a slow dribble of liquid pass between my legs...."Was that me or her?" I wondered.

"It's certainly different" I replied, quietly. 

As we parted she led me back into the previous room. However this time the body shaped tub had been replaced with a slightly larger tub.

"This one Anna, is used very much along the same lines as before however with a slight difference. Our aim is still to bring your temperature up but this time, it will not be filled with any liquid. You will find that the tub itself will become warm however, only very minimally" she advised.

That will be the first part of this treatment. The second part will be your surprise!"

As I stepped, once again, into the tub I noticed another slight difference. Whereby I had to rest my arms over my body previously (due to insufficient room by my sides) this time I was told to slot my arms through strategically placed cut outs either side of me. As well as that, the tub itself, actually shorter than before, had more cut outs for me to place my ankles through. Although this was a little uncomfortable, the warming sensation passing through me took my mind off it. The total result had the effect of me being totally exposed and spread out. I presumed this was to ensure that the heat from the tub was able to reach every part of me.

"Now, I want you to relax" said Rikka, moving away to the door.

I presumed she was leaving me, as before, to enjoy the treatment.

However, I was wrong. Opening the door she stood back as 5 women entered. They were naked and all carried various pieces of equipment. I looked over in surprise as one by one they surrounded me. 

The lady at my head leaned forward and started to kiss me. Her kiss starting so sweetly but quickly gaining momentum until I felt the strength of her mouth heavily against mine, bruising my lips. She kept darting her pierced tongue in and out of my mouth, just like a mini cock. She held my head still while she pounded my face.

A second & third woman stood either side of my arms and held my hands over their naked breasts. They started by gently encouraging my fingers against their own breasts until I was grasping to feel their nipples. I noticed that the lady on my right had very small nipples but smooth aureolas whereas the lady on my left had nipples at least an inch long and smooth and soft to the touch.

The two women at my feet were gently massaging my toes, pulling and stretching, teasing the soles of my feet. Together in unison, they leant down to kiss and nibble them. I could feel their tongues circling the soft skin of my instep and trembled in anticipation. 

I felt there was something missing. My breasts ached with desire. No one was touching them....I could see they were, once again, leaking a little and ached for a mouth around them...lifting my heaviness and massaging the tender mounds.

They must have been working on me for at least half an hour when suddenly they stopped. I knew I was nearing the point of no return however, their withdrawal had the effect of stemming the imminent flow of my juices. Leaving the room they were replaced by more women. This time however, I knew I was about to be satisfied.

A petite oriental lady was approaching me. She held in her hand a large purple vibrator. It must have been at least 12" long and 3" wide and was heavily rippled along its length. Slowly, she pulled my wet lips apart and stared to slide the dildo between them. Finding no resistance she continued until she could go no further. I was now desperate for release but she stepped back and just left it there.

Moving forward either side of me were two African ladies. Their deep black nipples set against their ebony skin making me even more horny. They each took hold of a breast and harshly pinched my soft nipple, stretching and pulling it between their teeth until they were satisfied with its length. They then attached a large metal clip, which made me wince. I noticed, attached to the metalwork was a short wire however, they stood back as the others had.

Finally, the women stepped aside to let a man in – Mark!! Flicking a switch I found myself lowered down within my confinement towards the floor. This was the first time I felt afraid! Looking down at his hairy boy I could see that now his full erection was visible. The semi erection of earlier had been replaced by an enormous cock. Not in length I hasten to say but in its width. Where he lacked in length, he more than made up for in its girth. He moved forward and, due to my position near the floor, straddled my face. 




The Prize Ch. 02



"Oh my god!" I thought. "He intends to make me swallow him. I can't possibly take all of that inside my mouth." However, looking closely at his red throbbing cock I couldn't help but lick my lips. He saw and smiled!

"Relax, and you will enjoy this part." said Mark. "Tense up and you won't."

As he raised his hand the women each moved forward. The young oriental took hold of the vibrator positioned in my cunt and switched it to high speed whilst, at the same time, the two african's took hold of the small connector wired to my nipples and they too switched them on high. The extreme jolt of electricity passing through me made me scream and shoot high up in the air – my open mouth connecting to his thick trembling cock. He forced against me and thrust hard down my throat until I was gagging. Again and again I orgasmed. My juices were flowing freely from every orifice and I could feel myself rising to the point of passing out.

Feeling his cream around my mouth I took a deep breath and swallowed! I knew his cum as seeping out of my mouth but this didn't stop me opening my mouth for more...

Feeling him withdraw and the attachments being removed I sighed. I knew, to the day I die, I would never forget this day.

"I take it that you are satisfied with the treatment?" asked Rikka, smiling.

To be continued...



The Prize Ch. 02



Buck's luck began to improve and he even wound up with a full house which he put on display in front of the astonished ranch hands. With every carefully executed round of poker, he inched closer to victory meaning that he'd grab that condom, walk into the barn and close the door behind them.

Leaving the rest of them to imagine what would be going on inside. Only that's all they'd do because he planned to persuade Melissa to go along with his plan to convince the other hands that he had branded her first. But as he drew a pair of threes, he wondered how she would handle that. Would she put her hands on those nicely flared hips of hers and lecture him about how she was a fully grown woman not a horse?

Well she could talk all she liked but if she left the barn without going along with it, she'd run into a heap of trouble working on the ranch. After all, having a female working alongside the men riding hard and getting dirty doing ranching work from sunrise to sunset had broken all kinds of rules on the ranch. It just wasn't heard of, because women pitched in but not with the grueling and often dangerous daily grind.

"Buck, you're looking like you're going to clean up here," Slim said sighing," Sure picked your game well."

Buck focused on his cards, yeah he sure did because he knew he'd win for sure this way, cause the only person who could beat him was inside the barn. But Dylan still believed that it would be him going inside the barn to meet up with Melissa and he won just enough hands to keep him hopeful.

"I got plenty of good chances left," Dylan said, "and when I go inside, I'll even let her pick out the spot where I'll nail her."

Slim chuckled.

"Right against that far wall works for me," he said, "Just get naked and then try not to get splinters in her back."

"I'll dip my wick in her anyway she likes it," Carlton said, "and I'll grind it inside her until it makes her scream."

Buck's hands balled into fists at his side. Their raunchy talk grated on him and made him even more determined to win the next couple of hands and end this so it would be him walking inside.

And then what?

He would get her to see why his plan to handle this would be the best before she had a chance to tell him off. He would just talk some sense into her and not be thinking about what he'd rather do instead.

How much he'd rather be tasting those sweet lips, plump and pliant beneath his own mouth, the headiness of her scent reaching him just before he plunged his tongue in between those lips. Would she allow him to do that or turn away, in his fantasies she'd suck on his tongue enough to drive him crazy.

His hands would ride across her shirt, easing their way underneath the fabric to caress her silky skin underneath right up to the lower curve of her breasts. He didn't know if she favored bras over camisoles but he'd love to have that mystery solved with his fingers. When he palmed her breasts with his hands even between the two pieces of clothing, she'd lean against him and sigh, he knew it.

Then he'd whisper something in her ear to make her nipples go hard.

He sighed as he waited to make his decision to draw another card or to keep his hand. No, she probably wouldn't do any of that if he put any moves on her when he went in the barn. He didn't think she'd exactly blush and act all demure but she probably would be as likely to slap him as any of the other guys. Better stick to protecting her from the other men.

And just as much, from him as his thoughts became less than chaste.

Melissa heard the men laughing and thought about stepping outside and asking them if she could join in their poker game but figured they'd just tell her to get lost.

Even Buck who she had gotten the better of once or twice probably wouldn't welcome her in their midst. So instead she went to get some hay for her mare's nose bag and listened to the mare nicker contently as she dug in for her meal. She thought about heading back to the house to take that cold shower she really needed about now but...

She returned back to the groom's room and sat back down on the cot. The mattress groaned beneath her and she lay back on the comforter on top of it and looked up at the ceiling. Spider webs dominated the corners and the wood had cracked in several places but the damp heat hadn't penetrated the walls yet so it still felt cool. The cot was sturdy but comfortable and wide enough to fit two people if they overlapped meaning if they were wrapped up in each other's arms.

Even a large guy like Buck, who she'd love to have lying there right now...oh the things she would do to make sure he didn't fall out of bed. But since that wasn't happening soon, she had some needs to take care of first. She had to take an edge off of what she was feeling right now.

She closed her eyes and she unsnapped her jeans and when she pulled the zipper down, the rasping sound filled the room. But there wasn't anyone there to listen so she sighed as she slipped a hand beneath her pants right to her lacy panties.

Working all day on a ranch could be brutal on lingerie but she splurged on lacy panties in different shades of the rainbow like scarlet red, royal blue and ebony. Her little secret that she kept from everyone else around her, that beneath her masculine attire, Melissa was all woman.

She had started to caress herself on top of her panties so that the silky part of them rubbed tenderly against her pussy, oh yeah that felt nice she decided, as she felt the familiar of niceness that flickered in that area of her body before it turned naughty. The dampness in her pussy soon soaked through and by the time she slid her fingers beneath the fabric, she felt the slickness of arousal. She rubbed the folds created by pinkish lips that were cloaked by soft brown curls and circled her clit lazily at first, not wanting to feel the intensity of its awareness right away.

But it wasn't her hands strumming the sensitive tissue, they were Bucks and the cries as she began to rock her hips were for him. And then he traded his fingers with his mouth and the sensations only intensified. He'd kiss her inner thighs, tickling them with his mustache all the way up to her waiting pussy and his tongue would trace a trail of heat around her soft lips, plying them apart so he could thrust along the cleft to her clit. She'd buck off of the mattress when he did that, unable to control herself, because of the pulsations of pleasure that would penetrate deeper than his tongue could go.

She traced a finger, circling her clit imagining that it was Buck's tongue and she thrust a finger inside her slick channel, as his tongue breached inside of her. She'd always fantasized about having a man's mouth on her, strumming her pussy into a crescendo of pleasure. But never thought...

She still didn't as she rubbed her fingers even more intensely over her clit biting back her cries even though no one could hear them. Her heart raced, her breath became more ragged and her other hand clenched the mattress. Oh god, she felt frustrated when her orgasm hit her with such force.

Because she opened her eyes and found herself lying by herself in the groom's room with the man she needed nowhere in sight.

Buck collected his winnings and looked around him at the crestfallen faces surrounding him. No doubt more than a few erections had just deflated as a result of his winning straight. Even Dylan just glared at him, tossing down his three of a kind.

Whoa that had been close, too close.

Best news for Dylan because there was no way that he'd be stepping foot in the barn to claim his prize anyway.

The men got up one by one after he did and slapped him on the back.

"Congratulations Buck..."

"Good job..."

"Don't keep her waiting..."

"Nail her good..."

He almost punched Carlton out for that line but he left them to head inside the barn.

"Hey Buck, you forgot something..."

He turned to look at Dylan who held up the small foil wrapped square before tossing it to him. Buck caught it deftly and slipped it in his pocket before heading into the barn.

Melissa came back down to earth gradually after her orgasm. It hadn't sated her but had taken off the edge enough so she'd make it to the house in time for that nice cold shower.

But the only thing that would really satisfy her right now was a good hard man. She'd never find one here so maybe if after her shower she got dressed in the only other dress she owned and some nice heels and went to the club, she could start out the night by doing some dirty dancing and then decide whether or not to take it to a motel room.

She was 19, living on her own, holding a full-timed job and if she wanted to find a guy to fuck in her spare time, who would judge her for that? Other women did that; they just wouldn't have to be teased by a group of men the next day while out riding on the ranch.

That would work, she thought, she'd give herself the birthday present of going out and having some fun. Hoisting herself off the mattress, she noticed in the cracked mirror that her hair had gotten mussed up, her face flushed. She straightened up her top and zipped up her pants.

Then she walked out of the groom's room and looked up to see Buck standing there. She felt his penetrating gaze on her and her skin warm at the sight of him there. Not long after he had taken her pussy inside of his mouth...at least in her fantasies.

"What are you doing here," she asked him.

He looked at her pointedly.

"I need to talk to you."

She sighed.

"Oh don't do that," she said, "Work hours are over and I'm going to hit the shower and then the club."

She tried to walk past him and he grabbed her arm, the strength of his grip stopped her in her tracks. The dominance of such a motion, her pussy tightened. He had always been a wall of a man and she wondered what it'd feel like to have his naked flesh press against her, flattening her breasts against his chest while he buried his cock deep inside her. Oh, it was really getting warm inside here, she thought.

"What do you want Buck?"

He let her go before she'd grab her arm away from him.

"It's about what happened outside," he said, "when the guys and I were playing poker."

She crossed her arms, her interest piqued.

"Okay I'm listening."

He looked down at his boots and that wasn't like him so she thought, this must be really interesting or really bad news so she braced herself.

"We were playing five card stud, nothing wild, my choice..."

"Okay, that's your best game..."

"But we weren't playing for money," he said, "We were playing for you."

She frowned at him, her arms still folded but her mind entertained some forbidden corners as his words reached her.

"What did you just say?"

Buck sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Exactly what I told you," he said, "Whoever won the poker match got to come in here and have sex with you."

She was almost too shocked at his revelation for words...almost but what she found most shocking is that what she really felt was turned on. If her pussy hadn't been slick from her own fondling, it would be from what he just said. Some guys had played poker to win the chance to slide between her thighs and get some good loving...and if Buck was here with her inside the barn, that meant only one thing.

That he had won the prize.

Oh her knees went weak at the idea that he had walked inside the barn with the intent of not leaving until he had fucked her. She knew she should be offended at the chauvinism behind the whole idea of men playing poker over a woman's pussy, even more so if they knew she still wore her cherry.

But they couldn't know that...so they must have thought she would be able to show them a good time. And she would be pissed off enough to get violent if it had been any other hand, Carlton and especially Dylan who had strutted in the barn telling her to take her clothes off and spread her legs.

Buck however, that was a whole different wet dream. And when he told her to take her clothes off, there was no way in hell she was saying no. She'd rip her shirt off so that it could never be worn again...at least with buttons and the pants she wore would slide over her hips and down her legs so quickly...they'd probably burn her skin.

Her lingerie including her panties, also history and she'd stand in front of him, her pussy glistening and ready for him. Then she'd tell him it was his turn to take it all off.

"Melissa...did you hear what I just told you?"

She nodded.

"Yeah I did Buck and since you're in here telling me all this, I'm assuming that you won the poker match."

He stared at her and the way he did, it was like someone had struck a match close to her and the heat that ignited reached her skin. Oh, she knew if he removed his pants, his cock would be rock hard yet why did he tell her the truth about the poker match? 

Did that mean he didn't intend to fuck her? Oh hell no, if he played through all those hands of poker to keep the other men away from collecting their prizes, then he could just walk out right now without looking back. She didn't need anyone to take care of her like that.

What she needed was the man in front of her to take a couple steps towards her and lay those lips of his on her mouth, and show her what it meant to be thoroughly kissed by a man who wouldn't just stop there.

She knew that deep inside of him, below all these good intentions, he wanted that too and he hid something in the darkness she sensed too. But how was she going to get him to stop playing the chivalrous cowboy and get his hands in her pants?

Inspiration needed to hit her quickly before either one walked out of there.

Melissa stared at the cowboy in front of her.

"So you did win the poker match didn't you," she asked, "Isn't that why you really came inside the barn?"

He studied her face, and she felt the indecision behind his own, as if it were palpable. But he just shook his head.

"No Melissa, I came here to tell you the truth," He said, "You follow my lead and play along and they'll leave you alone."

Oh he watched as her hackles went up, as pretty as they were, and he knew they were raised against him.

"Did I just hear you correctly," she said, "You want me to back up some story you plan to tell them that you scored with me, to keep them away or is it really to make you look like some kind of stud, who bagged the prize filly inside the barn?"

He blinked his eyes at her.

"Oh yeah Buck, I know what they call me when they think I'm not listening," she said, "and I know what they'd do to me if they got me alone."

He frowned at her.

"What do you mean?"

She sighed.

"Carlton's really into rope play and wants to truss me up against the fence here and then fuck me from behind while he bites the back of my neck like some stud. Slim wants me to suck him off all the way to the back of my throat and then spray his cum all over my breasts and Dylan..."

Buck put up a hand.

"Melissa you don't have to..."

Instead she took a step closer to him, her eyes defiant and that sent stirrings inside him all the way to his cock. But he'd just come into the barn to help her, only she didn't seem to get that.

"And what would you like to do to me Buck?"

He heard the challenge in her voice which more than laced her words.

"I mean you won me in a poker match," she said, "I'm yours now aren't I? What would you like to do first?"

He sighed as he took in the young woman in front of him, the one whose curves his fingers itched to embrace, to run over gently at first and then with more power. She really shouldn't have asked that last question.

"You do what I say and follow my lead," he said, "and the whole thing will blow over in a couple of weeks."

She didn't believe that and she didn't trust his motives. That he wanted her to pretend that they'd just fucked in the barn to convince the other hands that she belonged with him and thus was hands off. A delicious charge ran through her at the thought but she didn't let it change her stance.

"No Buck I'm not going to do it," she said, "I'm not going to lie for you."

He frowned.

"You'd be lying for yourself not for me,"

"Bull shit, I'm not going to work each day alongside you with the men thinking I fucked you because you won me in a poker match when nothing happened."

He took one step towards her and she felt the intensity of the man, almost enough to retreat a step but she held her ground instead.

"So what's the alternative?"

She didn't miss a beat.

"You fuck me for real," she said, "That's the only way either one of us is going to get out of here with that story."

He just looked at her, as if she'd gone crazy. So he didn't want her after all, except in her fantasies.

"Melissa, do you even know what you're saying?"

She folded her arms at him.

"Sure I do," she said, "I'm no liar so if you want me to tell the hands I spread my legs for you, better make sure it's the truth."

He just shook his head at her and she saw something in his eyes that almost made her want to take that last statement back. Only now she couldn't so she stood there and waited for a response.

"I can't do that..."

She looked past his words into his eyes and read differently, She took one step closer to him, close enough so he could touch her. She knew he wanted to do that by the way his hands tensed with her approach.

"Why not...I'm not a girl anymore...I haven't been one in a while."

His mouth curved into a smile.

"Yeah I noticed..."

She stepped even closer, close enough so he smelled the honey suckle from her hair, the jasmine bath soap she showered after each work day. And she smelled his aftershave which sent waves of desire through her.

"I wouldn't stop you...and you won't want to stop me."

Before he could respond, she stepped closer to him to where they nearly touched and placing her hands on his shirt, she reached up to kiss him on his mouth. Damn, when she first flirted with his lips, with her own, he nearly jumped out of his skin. She brushed the lips he'd fantasized about over his mouth, almost like a whisper but it sent tendrils of pleasure through him. She seemed hesitant to intensify the pressure so he helped her with that by sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her closer to him, molding their bodies together.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew that he should stop her from kissing him but after all, it wasn't as if she hadn't warned him. He explored her own mouth with his, the delicate corners and where they slightly parted, where he would slide his tongue inside the split second before she expected it. His hands slid down her back to the globes of her ass which he cupped and she felt that even with the denim in between her skin and his hands. She pressed against him from her breasts to her groin, while they continued to kiss. His body felt so hard against her softness as she explored his chest with her hands wanting to slip them beneath his shirt.

"Melissa..."

She gasped against him as his lips sought hers again, and she felt his capable hands scoop her up to move her towards the hay bales. He sat her down there and she reached for him, lest he have second thoughts about continuing, but Buck made it clear he wasn't going anywhere.

In fact, his hands moved to her shirt and he reached for that first button and undid it, casually as if she wouldn't notice. Only she did, it had been like his fingers had burned her skin rather than lightly brushed it as they worked on her shirt.

The second button, undone, then the third and the fourth as he worked his way down her shirt, slowly unwrapping her as he did so. Underneath she wore a black camisole and his eyes widened.

"What, a woman can't wear pretty things?"

He chuckled at the amazement in her voice, as he lightly stroked the silky material.




The Prize Ch. 02



"Best gift wrapping I've ever seen," he said, as he bent to kiss the hollow of her throat, first with his lips and then a bit of teeth, which sent shivers through her.

She moved her head back allowing him greater access there, because what had started out tickling had intensified into elation. He stopped long enough to tug her shirt off of her shoulders and down her arms, and she helped him. She felt his intensity in the way he looked at her, the way the camisole sheathed her breasts. They hardened just under his gaze and ached to be touched by the fingers that had strummed their way through her shirt. But he just looked at her, his eyes suddenly difficult to read.

"What is it Buck?"

He smoothed her camisole against her body, and backed away.

"I can't do this," he said, "This was what wasn't going to happen."

She tilted her head looking at him, feeling suddenly exposed but not about to cover up. After all, she had done nothing wrong and she wanted his hands back where they belonged, on her breasts.

"Why Buck," she said, "I'm a woman and I know what I want and it's right in front of me and I know you want me."

"How do you know that?"

She smiled at him and deftly reached forward with one of her hands and damn it if she didn't place it on the bulge threatening to burst out of his jeans. She fondled it lightly before cupping her hand over it in a way that made him groan. But she never watched what her hand did, her eyes never left his while she felt the heat of him through his clothing.

"Don't do that..."

She looked at him without blinking but kept her hand on his groin.

"Do what?"

Then she gently squeezed him through the denim and he nearly jumped.

"Oh you mean that...but it feels so good though it'd feel a lot better somewhere else..."

He sighed, of course knowing exactly what he meant and if she weren't careful with her teasing, she'd find out quicker than she could blink. Didn't she know she was playing with fire here?

After all, she was a virgin and he, much more than most women could handle. He had sent more than one woman seeking a gentle and tender style of loving running in the opposite direction towards someone much safer than he could ever be.

"Melissa, I need you to stop for a moment,"

Some of the hardest words he had said in a long time and she just looked at him but she removed her hand off of his crotch. But she looked at him more than a bit irritated by the interruptions.

"Why?"

"Because then there will be no going back..."

She sighed.

"I don't want to go back," she said, "I want this...I don't want to leave here without knowing what it's like to fuck you. What's wrong with that?"

He shook his head.

"How many guys have you been with Melissa?"

She just looked at him blankly.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

He didn't answer her question.

"How about none...?"

She just stared at him and then she started to slide off the hay bale. He grabbed hold of her before she got too far and she struggled.

"Let me go Buck," she said, "and I'll leave you alone."

He gazed in her face and saw pain there intertwined with frustration and want. She had stopped trying to pull away from his hold.

"You're a virgin aren't you?"

She just shook her head at him this time.

"So what if I am...what does that matter?"

He released his grip on her and rubbed the back of his neck while just looking at her sitting there with her camisole, wishing he could trace her hardened nipples with his fingers.

"It means that your first time can't take place inside a barn," he said, "and not like this."

She just looked exasperated more than moved by his words.

"Like what, we haven't even done anything," she said, "Where does it matter where we get it on if we both want it?"

"Melissa..."

"And don't tell me you don't...because what I felt through your Levis just made a liar out of you."

He reached out to stroke the hair off of her face. She looked angry at him but he couldn't just fuck her on a hay bale and then pull up his pants afterward. After all, he had played poker with the other hands to stop any other man from doing that to her. Was he any better than he if he engaged in that behavior?

He'd gone soft for a moment, everywhere but inside his pants but he'd better get her moving on out of here before he changed his mind.

She watched the emotions play out on his face and she just wanted to hit him. He was going to say thanks but no thanks and walk away from her, leaving her with damaged pride and a discarded shirt.

No way in hell was she about to let that happen.

hey just stared at each other, clearly at an impasse which Melissa thought was just plain silly.

She knew they both wanted the same thing, to get into each other's pants but Buck had all of a sudden developed a conscience. Not to mention that he developed one for her as well as if she needed it.

What she needed for him to do was to stop lecturing her about what she needed and start giving her what they both wanted.

"We don't have to do it on the hay bale," she said softly, "there's always the cot in the groom's room."

He looked in that direction clearly giving it some thought even though he had just sworn to her nothing was going to happen between them. Oh, she could come up with a list of ways to make the worst liar in the county out of him in just under a minute.

Beginning with that delicious bulge she had felt trying to break out of his denim pants, it had felt amazing beneath her fingers even sheathed by the cloth. She couldn't wait to get up close and personal with it. But the way Buck looked at her now, he didn't look convinced.

"It's too small..."

"Not if we cuddle up close it's not," she said, "We could start with missionary and work our way from there."

Ooh, that got his attention and she saw him catch his breath. His hands clenched at his side, she knew so they wouldn't follow the impulse burning through him to reach out and touch her.

To trace the lace of her camisole and slip his hands beneath it to palm her breasts which felt so damn heavy right now, wanting a man's hands on them, especially those laced with calluses from a lifetime of field work. But his hands remained obediently at his sides so she lifted up her own hands and palmed her breasts, while rubbing the fabric of the camisole against them.

That felt pretty good, of course not as good as if he'd been doing it but he clearly needed some coaching.

"Oh god..."

Did that come from her or from him? She'd been thinking that just now but his lips were parted slightly as if he'd actually said it.

"They're all yours tonight if you want...all you got to do is reach out and touch them."

Oh but he seemed loathed to do that, was she really that ugly or was his conscience much stronger than she'd ever guessed? Okay, now it might be the right time to peel her camisole right off of her body and liberate her breasts. She reached for it and he stopped her.

"Don't you dare...!"

She arched her brow at him, her fingers frozen on her camisole.

"Dare what...oh this...don't you want to see what's underneath?"

He closed his eyes briefly then and she knew when he took a gander at her creamy soft breasts, with nipples painted like wild roses, he'd have to adjust those jeans. She knew that nature had been generous with her though she hadn't always appreciated it. When he saw them for the first time, would he be able to keep his hands off of them?

God, she hoped not.

"You need to get your shirt..."

She folded her arms.

"Hell no, didn't you listen to what I said? I'm not lying for you and if you want me to sell your story, you know what I need first."

He sighed, his breath more ragged.

"How do you even know what you need?"

Her eyes flashed again and he knew she was getting angry which made her look all the sexier. That he didn't need right now so he tried to calm her down like he might an irate filly.

"Hey forget I said that," he said, "but you know what I mean. You have no experience."

She shrugged.

"That's why I'm here," she said, "I get some experience; you get a piece of ass. What's there to say no to?"

Looking at her standing there in her camisole and jeans that hugged that ass so nicely made it harder for him to do that...especially with his cock straining in his jeans wanting so badly to be released.

A vision of her pulling it out of his jeans and wrapping her mouth around the head just about stopped his heart. She'd do it in a second if he asked, but he didn't even as his cock ached for some serious suction, sliding up and down its shaft, as it sank deeper inside her mouth.

Her very inexperienced mouth, as untried as her pussy....he had to figure a way out of this situation quickly. But his libido began to argue with him, his hands itched to touch her skin, to toy with her nipples to get them hard just enough for his mouth to take over. She seemed to read his mind because she began rubbing her camisole in a way that proved maddening to a man trying to keep his hands to himself, and his cock in his pants. Did she know it was like sticking her fingers in a tiger's cage after he hadn't been fed in a week?

No clearly not, because she just smiled at him, licking her lips, the moistness of them made his cock twitch. Damn he needed it badly and he was losing patience.

If he lost control...no not an option. He needed her to do as he asked and go along with his story and then they could both just walk on out of there so they could each cool off.

"Like I said, I'm not leaving..."

His heart beat inside his chest, his skin tingled at the sight of her playing with the edge of her camisole teasing him. He grabbed her hand with his own to stop her and then he kissed her before he knew it.

His lips grasped at hers hungrily, nipping at the corners before he thrust his tongue into her mouth, rimming the inside with its tip. She gasped but didn't back away from him, rather she placed her hands on his hips while he circled her tongue with his own. That made her moan, and lean against him.

He felt his fingers inch towards her camisole and then slide underneath. Just an inch, brushing against the bare skin of her abdomen. She leaned against him even further and when she felt his bulge against her, she just looked at him.

That broke the spell and again he appeared tense.

"Melissa I can't..."

She looked straight at him.

"Oh yes you can...I need this and so do you..."

She reached for his hand then and placed it over her groin, where it rested, his fingers resting in the cleft of her jeans. Then before he knew what he was doing, he began leisurely rubbing one of his fingers and she arched against it. Her pussy hummed from the pressure of his finger on it and if she could get her clothes off, it'd only get better. She kept her gaze on him so he wouldn't break away and remember where she'd placed his hand. But the more he moved that finger, the more she purred.

"Oh god..."

Now she knew he had said it and his face...he looked more relaxed but his eyes still remained locked in hers.

"Let's take this to the other room okay?"

She said that softly, but her voice carried the tension of holding back from the sensations he was giving her, her pussy dampening and feeling swollen. That familiar ache in her pelvis, she needed something to fill it, something hard and unyielding.

He shook his head.

"No...not here...not in the barn..."

She looked up at him suddenly and he removed his hand from where it had pleasured her.

"Then where?"

He paused, looking agitated and she bit back a smile. What was wrong with him, she could fix.

"The empty cabin behind the barn," he said, "No one's using it."

She nodded, remembering that after Doc left last month, it had remained vacant. Oh, it would still be furnished and even cleaned up for the next tenant but no one would suspect anyone of using it.

"So you want in..."

He looked at her and stroked her face.

"Oh yeah, I want in but are you sure that's what you want?"

She stared back at him.

"Yeah isn't that just what I said?"

He looked at her intently, enough so she could make out the golden flecks in his brown eyes.

"Well you better decide now because once we get in the cabin..."

She heard what he said and her heart skipped a beat, her blood raced because she couldn't wait to meet the real Buck.

"It'll be my rules..."

Okay, she could deal with that because after all, he had all the experience and like he said, she had none.

"I like to be in control, are you fine with that?"

She sighed impatiently.

"Can we just leave before you change your mind again?"

He stroked a tendril of hair off of her face.

"Oh I'm not changing it," he said, "I'm giving you a chance to do that."

But no, she had no intention of doing that, not with her pussy already aching and wet before they'd even really gotten started. She might be a virgin but she knew what it'd take to relieve it.

"I'm not changing it...so forget that and just focus on how badly you want to fuck me."

Oh, that made his eyes dilate as he studied her and then he deftly pushed her against the hay bale, deftly opening up her thighs with his jean clad one.

"What..."

"Just a little taste of what you're in for..."

With that, he lifted his thigh up to where her jeans cloaked her pussy and began rubbing it back and forth...and when the sensations first reached her, she fought not to cry out. But he kept nudging up the friction bit by bit until she bit her lip, while her pussy started to throb from the pressure.

"You like that?"

She just nodded unable to speak.

"Then just imagine my cock sliding in that same sweet spot, back and forth with each thrust nudging those gorgeous pussy lips apart so I can slide my cock right inside its walls."

She just tried to breathe while he intensified the rubbing against her crotch. When she tried to fidget, he pressed her against the bale.

"You're sure you're ready for that my little virgin?"

She looked into his eyes and she wondered at that for a moment now that she knew it was time to get down and dirty.

But by that point, she only had one answer left to give him.



The Prize Ch. 03



P.J. turned on her side, looked at the young man's back, the taut, muscled, smooth back. He was sleeping soundly, sweat still matting the dark curls along his neck, resting from the early morning marathon. This is not going to work, she thought. He takes too much work, too much time.

Brian, the young man in question, had been in P.J.'s head and bed for two months now. They had spent almost every night together since they'd met, more and more of Brian's clothing and personal items making their way into P.J.'s home. Brian was intelligent and serious minded, but not always focused. Intelligence is good, she thought. But his sense of humor is not deep. No fun. Well, fun, she thought, but not funny. He was able to focus when directed, but was not always self-disciplined. That's where the work came in. The time. Trying to keep him focused on his studies. Squelching her own physical desires in order to prevent his academic downfall. 

Of late, and she knew it was her fault, Brian had been studying her more than his subjects. His physical stamina was truly remarkable. Not how long he could last. That was normal, whatever normal was. It was the number of times in close succession that he could achieve a hard on. She had caught herself more than once teasing him into lovemaking just to see if indeed he could get it up again. This was not nice and she knew it. She just couldn't help it. Well, she could. But she didn't. Not enough anyway. Remarkable. She also knew that one of the reasons he had such stamina was because he was so serious about what he was doing. Again, no fun. Good, but not always fun. She required humor in lovemaking from time to time. Brian took sex very seriously. 

P.J. abruptly stopped this line of thought.. She was mentally lying. She adored Brian. He had gotten into some places she had thought were closed. He held up a conversation as well as men twice his age. Literature, philosophy, history, economics, science, oh, could he talk science. Teach her about science. She needed to know, loved to learn. He taught her. 

The mind. His mind. The ordered mind. Maybe that's what it was. Brian wasn't steeped in literature, but he was astute. One of P.J.'s favorite authors was Henry James, not palatable to most of the reading population of the universe. The nuances, the delicate explosions, the sinuous sentences, not to everyone's taste. Brian embraced James. Started at the beginning and worked his way to "The Golden Bowl." He'd done it in short order. She'd spent time with him on the more difficult pieces, but he needed little direction once he'd gotten the gist of James's work.

Along the way, in this abbreviated time frame, P.J. had done something she hadn't intended to do. She had gotten very attached to the young man. It wasn't just the strong, youthful body and the handsome face. It wasn't just the mind. In addition to these things, Brian was caring, nice, unselfish. His good nature had won her over more than she had cared to be won. He was not even as unfunny as she liked to believe. It simply made it easier to think about. To think about it being over. When his curly black hair and clear, calm blue eyes greeted her in the mornings, she wondered why she'd spent the last few years alone. So nice to have someone to wake up to.

But it could not, should not, be. As much as she liked the young man, P.J. knew that for his sake she had to turn him loose. His future, she felt, would be a successful one, and he didn't need a woman as old as she was to hold him back.

Brian was, P.J. smiled at the thought, a very perceptive pupil in bed. He had been eager to learn, eager to please. There were definitely some high points to the last weeks. But it was time to move on. He deserved an adoring, patient, giving, sensitive, loving partner. She knew she was not it. Would not be it. A way would become clear. She felt it in her bones.

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P.J.'s office hours on Thursday afternoon were generally undisturbed by students. They tended to come either immediately before or after classes. Her door was open as she scanned the computer monitor's screen, checking for e-mails that deserved her attention. She became aware of someone in the doorway and glanced up to see Savannah. This was the young woman she knew Brian had dated off and on. They had discussed her. In fact, during the last week, since P.J. had been thinking of how to extricate herself from this attachment, she had purposefully asked Brian about his dating habits. He was not as forthcoming as she'd hoped. She admitted to herself that she'd probably pushed it too much in an attempt to find a way out. A less hurtful way.

P.J. had not really been curious about Savannah, or the other one, what was her name, Julie, Julia? She had been fishing for some information to help her with what she knew was before her . . . the conversation about moving on. Her only thought was that she hoped neither of them was a twit. She hoped that they were not shallow. Hoped they had the sense to see this young man's potential. Hoped that they knew how time consuming he might be and did not mind. In the long run, Brian would require someone who was intelligent, determined, devoted, and selfless.

As she appraised the girl before her, P.J. wondered if the confident, beautiful exterior reflected the interior. If so, Savannah could be a contender. She had long, wavy strawberry blonde hair that fell just to the shoulders. It was thick and shiny. Touchable. A mere sprinkling of pale freckles dotted her untanned, unlined face. P.J. wondered where else such freckles might appear. She was medium height, around 5'5" or so, shapely, not stick thin and not overly round. She was attractively dressed, in style, but not overly exposed. A simple pale pink, v-necked t-shirt, revealing ample breasts, neatly tucked into a denim skirt. Strappy sandals barely covered her feet. Both finger and toe nails were splashed with a sparkling pink paint. The mouth, too. Pouty. Shiny. Just right.

What followed in the next seven or so minutes was one of the most remarkable conversations that P.J. had ever experienced. It was one of a mere handful of human communications experienced during a lifetime that takes place on a level so stripped of human foibles that actual words seemed superfluous. She believed that the conversation could have taken place via telepathy had she and Savannah known how to employ the technique.

P.J. had appraised the girl in seconds, the girl appraising the woman at the same time. She was not hesitant. She looked the professor in the eyes and introduced herself.

"Dr. Stewart. I'm Savannah McLaine. A friend of Brian Cane's. May I speak with you? Privately?"

P.J. had already risen.

"Please," she said as she swept her arm towards one of the empty chairs facing her desk. "Close the door and have a seat."

Savannah turned halfway around to shut the office door, turned back, and had a seat. She kept both feet on the ground, did not cross them. She folded her arms at the elbows, leaned forward slightly, and placed them on the edge of the desk. Her face, the expression, was neutral, the voice modulated.

There was no pretense, no jealousy, no vacillation.

"I would like to know if you are ready to relinquish Brian now." She looked the older woman squarely in the eyes.

The older woman's eyes must have reflected something that the younger one understood.

"Relinquish?" the older woman asked, not feigning surprise at the use of the word.

"If you'd rather, then let go, not relinquish. Is that more suitable?" Savannah asked.

"You make it sound as if I've chained him up," P.J. said, curious about the choice of words still. 

"Well," the girl continued. "In a way, you have." Her look never wavered. She spoke again. "I know that you and Brian have been having sex for a while now. I know when it started. There was an immediate change in him. It took me about a week to find out it was you. I've given this plenty of time. So, what I want to know is whether or not you're ready to give him up."

P.J. did not hesitate but immediately answered, "Yes."

Now Savannah's face must have reflected something the older woman recognized. P.J. repeated clearly, "Yes," and leaned forward, not folding her arms as Savannah's, but with the forearms touching the top of the desk from the elbow down, finger tips pointing directly at Savannah's chest.

"I am relieved you're here," P.J. continued. "In fact, I've been racking my brain trying to figure a way out of this." There was no brutality or harshness in the statement. It was simple truth.

Savannah apparently appreciated the lack of complication.

"Good," she said, still no emotional tinge to the voice. She leaned back in the chair only to retake the previous position almost immediately.

P.J. began to explain her statement. "I, well, I didn't mean what I said to sound . . ."

A near imperial wave of her right hand and Savannah dismissed the explanation. 

"No, no. I understand perfectly. I mean, I understand that you were not being vicious or anything." She paused, but only briefly. "Do you mind me asking if you care for him?"

P.J. was a bit surprised by the question, a state that must have been communicated when one eyebrow arched.

"Oh. I think you know I didn't mean that to sound . . . ," Savannah attempted to explain.

"No. It's O.K. You mean was I just fucking him . . . an old woman fucking a handsome young man." P.J. looked the young woman directly in the face. "Do you think I'd have kept it up this long if that were the case?"

"No," Savannah shook her head. "I . . . it's just that I wanted you to care for him. I . . . well . . . I didn't want him to be used." She was sincere.

P.J. was happy with the girl's response. She cared for Brian. They both did it seemed.

Savannah glanced down at her lap. When she raised her eyes again, they strayed to her left along the wall comprised of floor to ceiling shelves cradling hundreds of books. Her gaze went first to the top, then slowly made its way to the lowest shelf. She sighed. Not sadly. A simple sigh.

The young woman's eyes turned back to the older one's. The look was one of frankness. She licked her bottom lip, took a short, deep breath, and spoke.

"Would you teach me, Dr. Stewart?" She was in earnest.

"Teach you what, Savannah? I don't understa . . ." P.J. did not complete the word. It struck her why the girl was here. Like lightning. She wanted to learn about sex.

P.J. leaned back in her chair, arms moving up to rest on it. The left hand came up to her forehead for a second then she ran her fingers through her hair, shook it out with the human comb.

She stood. Turned away from the girl and took the few steps that placed her in front of the large window. She pressed her forehead to the cool glass, palms turned outwards, resting on the wide ledge, then stepped her legs back, left then right, slightly spread. Her behind arched up.

Savannah took this opportunity to study the woman. Thick, dark hair, some gray sprinkled around. She usually wore the hair up, but today it was down, straight and shiny, a bit below her shoulders. She wore a slim, sleeveless dress. Pale green. It was not too short, but revealed shapely legs. Savannah marveled at the woman's behind. It was firm and high. The arms were not mushy. There was something strong and soft about her all at the same time. She understood Brian's fascination. She wondered what the behind would be like in the flesh.

She knew that the woman had understood her request, not at first, but now. She waited for the reply. She didn't have long to wait.

P.J. turned to face the girl. She wanted her to recognize the extraordinary nature of what she'd asked.

"Do you understand," P.J. asked slowly and carefully, her eyes on the girl's, "what you've asked?  It's not too late to take back the question." She left the girl an out.

"I know exactly what I asked. That's why I came here. I already knew you were ready to let go. I watch you . . . I've been watching you. I see it. I've watched the two of you when you have coffee in The Cave. The way you look at him when he isn't looking at you. Which, by the way, isn't often." There was no jealousy. Not a whit. "Men," she concluded, "are not equipped to read things like that. At least," she added, "men in love."

P.J. continued to look at Savannah. Her eyes narrowed a bit then returned to a normal size, smiling. "And when did you first observe this look of mine?"

"Oh, I've been watching since I figured out it was you. I noticed the change about two weeks ago. I have to watch. I have a stake in this."

Savannah spoke again when P.J. didn't speak.

"I won't mince words," she said.

I guess not, P.J. thought to herself. You haven't so far.

"Brian and I have slept together, but it was never as exciting as I thought it might be. And it wasn't for him either. I could tell. It wasn't anybody's fault. I wasn't a virgin, but I have very limited experience. He does," she paused, "did, too." She eyed the older woman differently for a second. "We haven't had sex since the two of you started. In fact, I've hardly seen him."  The girl paused, grazed her fingers across her eyebrows, and continued.

"I want to be able to do what you do. To him." It was a statement, not a request.

"Why?" P.J. asked. "Why do you want to?"

"I wondered if you'd ask." Brief pause. "I knew the first time Brian and I met that I would be with him the rest of my life. I know how stupid that sounds. But I'm not some starry-eyed little freak. I just knew. That's all." Another pause. "I know what I can do for him." She looked at the other woman defiantly for the first time in this extraordinary exchange.

"Oh, believe me," P.J. said. "I know I don't have what it takes. I'm too self-centered, too independent, too busy to spend my time helping him become what he's meant to be. Not to mention the fact that I'm way too old for him." P.J. reached over the desk to touch Savannah's arm and shook her head from side to side. "I have no illusions about being able to fulfill that position. I have no desire to fulfill that position. I'm not strong enough."

Savannah almost choked. The woman before her, she had concluded over the past weeks, was stronger than anyone she personally knew. She intended to be that strong one day.

"So, does that mean you'll help me, teach me?"

"Let's have some clarification here, please." P.J. wanted to know exactly what Savannah expected.

"Do you want me to teach you, as in tell you things? Or, do you mean you want me to have sex with you, show you?"

Savannah shook her head negatively, then replied.

"No. Both. All. What I mean is that I want you to show me with Brian."

"With Brian?" P.J. asked and shot up the eyebrow again. The girl nodded affirmatively. "Do you mean you want me to be a coach while the two of you have sex, or you want to watch while Brian and I have sex?" 

Savannah, for the first time, looked mildly flustered. "I'm not sure. I think both." She looked down, but for only a second.

Now P.J. leaned all the way over the desk. She cupped Savannah's chin in her right hand, tilting it up.

"Are you very, very sure of what you're asking? Have you played this thing out in your mind? Are you sure you are willing to do this," P.J. inquired.

Savannah reached up with her left hand, took P.J.'s right one in her hand then let it drop. "Yes. It is exactly what I want and what we, Brian and I, both need. Maybe even you, too." 

Astute, P.J. thought. Perhaps I do need it too. Leave him in capable hands.

"Savannah. Don't mince words with me now, please. Tell me whether what I'm about to say is what you mean, or not." She placed both hands on Savannah's cheeks. "Do you mean to be hidden, watch Brian and me have sex, then join us? Or, do you have some other scenario in mind?"

P.J. removed her hands, giving Savannah a chance to process the question. P.J. sat again.

Savannah looked at the woman. It was exactly what she had in mind.

"You have it just right. That's what I was thinking. Can that be done? I mean, how? 

"How what? Oh. You mean hide you. That's easy," P.J. returned. "You'll simply arrive before he does. My closet door is not more than six feet from the bed. You can position yourself there and leave the door open enough to see when we enter the bedroom. After Brian and I start . . ." P.J. paused.

"Fucking," Savannah supplied the word.

"Uh . . . yes." P.J. wasn't sure she liked that term applied to what she and Brian did, but . . . perhaps that's what it was.

"Anyway, when you determine that Brian is distracted enough not to notice, then you can open the door wider and observe at a closer range."

They looked at one another, knowingly. No words were spoken about the subject that was in both their minds. The older one spoke first.

"I'll take care of it. He'll believe that I'm the one. It'll be fine." P.J. assured her.

"Thank you," Savannah said. "You're O.K. with this?"

"Oh, yes. I'm fine." P.J. admired the woman before her, admired her because she knew what she wanted. She would have it.

Savannah stood up, extending her right hand. P.J. stood again, reaching for the extended hand with her own. They shook.

"Be at my home between 7:00 and 7:15 p.m. tomorrow night. Brian won't be there until around 8:00. Know where I live?"

"Oh, yeah. I know. I'll be there." Savannah stopped in mid-turn towards the door. She turned back. "Anything special I need to do? Know?"

P.J. smiled at her. "No. Just be sparkling clean and wear your sexiest underwear. It doesn't matter what you're wearing other than that."

Savannah smiled back. "I can do that. I don't have any really sexy underwear, but I can get some. See you tomorrow." She turned and walked out, shoulders back, head up, assured in her measured gait.

P.J. shook her head side to side in wonder. This woman loved Brian very much. P.J. was glad. Her bones had been right. She wondered, rather excitedly, rather sadly, what tomorrow night would bring.

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7:05 p.m. Friday evening. The doorbell at the back entrance rang. P.J. went to the door, opened it, and ushered Savannah in. She looked fresh and a bit flushed. P.J. looked over the young woman's shoulder. Good. No vehicle. As if reading her mind, Savannah smiled and said, "It's not visible. It's on the next street over." She smiled again.

P.J. didn't allow for small talk. She immediately led Savannah up the stairs to her bedroom, saying she wanted to show Savannah where to bestow herself until it was time for her to join them. They reached the bedroom and walked several steps inside.

When P.J. reached the door of the closet, she opened it. "You'll be in here when Brian and I come upstairs. Leave the door open a bit, enough to see and hear through. When we get thoroughly engaged, go ahead and open the door enough for a better view."


P.J. paused. Wondered if Savannah would be able to handle this.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, dear?" P.J. asked, studying the young woman's face.

"Yes," Savannah said immediately. "It's something that has to be done. It's something I want to do. Sex can't be the way I've experienced so far. People wouldn't kill for that. I want something to kill for." She was emphatic, moving her arms and hands as she spoke. 

The intensity surprised P.J. The young woman was serious. Serious. A good match for Brian.

"You won't change your mind, will you? Feel strange? You already know we've been sleeping together." She paused, then finished with another question to Savannah. "You're all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm excited, really. I'm ready. I want to see. To learn. To know what he likes. I am very ready for this," Savannah explained, again using her hands and arms for emphasis.

"Savannah. This is going to be, well, arousing. I mean, it's going to arouse you if you're not jealous."




The Prize Ch. 03



Teel invited the Black Rogue to lie on the bed. He did as she asked, lying with his hands folded behind his head, watching Teel position herself on his thighs. 

Slowly she ran her hair lightly over his chest and thighs, waiting for the moment when he revealed he was not as in control as he would have her believe. Teel let her breath fan gently over his scrotum as she made each pass going up and down. 

Teel felt the Black Rogue tense underneath her as the circle she was drawing with her hair grew smaller and smaller, and the puffs of air grew more concentrated on one area. Finally, when Teel was certain she had his attention, she ran her tongue lightly over his scrotum. Every few moments she would back off and blow lightly on the same area before licking again. 

The Black Rogue shifted under Teel's ministrations trying to ease the itch she had started. Her tongue slowly moved on to issue a tongue bath to his erect penis. Her gentle licks started on the sensitive underside and progressed to the demanding head.  

Teel locked her lips around the tip in a tight O and slid her head slowly up and down his shaft, taking him a little deeper each time. 

Teel sat up on her knees, allowing her the use of one hand. She wrapped her left hand tightly around the base and ran it steadily up and down. Putting her mouth to better use by speeding up the pace of her head bobs, she brought the Black Rogue's thick length down her throat more swiftly each time. Deeper and deeper she pushed him in her throat until he could go no further, and she waited, continuing the motions, loving the feel of him inside her in a different way.

The Black Rogue was hard pressed not to run his hands through Teel's hair and grip her head to stop the motion. He felt his turgid flesh swell with each thrust into her mouth, felt the tightening of his thighs as he prepared to reach his own pleasure. But he didn't want to. He hated receiving pleasure on his own. Half his pleasure was from watching his companion experience pleasure. 

The Black Rogue looked down at Teel's bent head. As she felt his gaze upon her she pulled him from her mouth and looked up, leaving her hand to keep up the motion as she smiled into his face. He looked into her glazed eyes, taking in her knowing smile, and knew that she was deriving as much pleasure from the encounter as he was, and that thought, with her hand still working furiously upon his flesh, pushed him over the edge.

Teel smiled her further delight as the Black Rogue came all over her shoulder and breasts. Teel continued stroking him, milking every last drop from him. Teel chased her tongue over his thighs collecting as much of his essence as she could on her tongue, moaning her pleasure as she completed her task. 

The Black Rogue caught Teel up to him and kissed her while running his hands over her body. Teel squirmed against the Black Rogue trying to gain her freedom. He tightened his grip, refusing to allow her free reign. 

"Stop moving," he demanded as Teel continued to try and break free.

"I can't," she argued. "I have debts to pay and the sooner I pay them, the sooner I can quench the fire that is burning in me." 

He laughed, continually amused by her vibrancy and outrageous nature. "Well you made me cum so hard this last time that I dare say we're even for a while," he placated. 

The Black Rogue felt his flesh swell as Teel gave one last valiant struggle. Her ripe cunt was directly in line with his penis, and he could feel her juices dripping onto his flesh as she tried to hide her excitement. He thrust deep into Teel and fastened his mouth on her shoulder, sucking the taste of himself from her flesh. 

Teel moaned as his thickness settled into a relentless pace that kept her gasping and lifting her hips to get away, only to slide back down with bliss. Teel propped herself away from the Black Rogue just enough to work one hand underneath to fondle her breast. The Black Rogue brushed her hand away, and replaced it with his mouth. 

Teel arched her back and called his name again and again. In her breathlessness she shortened his name to Rogue, causing him to growl in pleasure at her familiar tagging. 

The night passed in a series of sexual exchanges that always ended in them both reaching an earth shattering orgasm. They passed the coming days with her mingling with her people during the day and entertaining the Black Rogue throughout the night. The arrangement suited Teel fine as a beginning to an uncertain future. The Black Rogue treated her with seeming respect and endearing kindness. 

The very night before they were due to arrive in the Black Rogue's domain, Teel went to him shaking with fury. 

He looked at her sardonically as he quickly read her anger. "Yes," he questioned.

It was all the opening Teel needed. "One of my people is being taken against her will night after night and day after day. She is being ill used and it is not worthy of your men to abuse my people so."

"This woman, she is a pleasure slave," the Black Rogue questioned.

"Yes, but--" Teel was abruptly cut off by the Black Rogue.

"But nothing. A pleasure slave is there at her master's pleasure, to see to his needs and desires. That is her new life now. You should be helping her adjust to it, instead of bringing every little problem to me."

Teel bristled in outrage at his belittling of her skills as a leader and counselor, at his unfair accusation that she brought all her "little" problems to him, but more so at his lack of concern for her people. "How can you tell me to help her deal with the fact that she is being raped virtually every hour of every day?"

"Why don't you counsel her in the art of receiving pleasure. You seem to have mastered the art yourself. In fact, if I recall correctly," he went on, unperturbed by Teel's clearly rising temper, "You reveled in your first experience in my arms, which was rape."

Teel spun on her heel and headed for the door. She stopped just shy of it by the sound of the Black Rogue's voice. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Maybe I'm going to counsel her, just as you said I should," she replied insolently. 

"Somehow I doubt that," the Black Rogue mocked. "Where are you going," he asked again in a steely determined voice.

"I am going to be a good ruler to my people. If I have to advise her of ways to kills him, then I will do so, but I will not allow her to be brutalized. And maybe I was raped that first time, but even in your anger you have a skill that I doubt many of your men possess," she finished, issuing the backhanded compliment in a less than flattering tone. 

"And your promise to submit to me," the Black Rogue questioned.

"My promise to you comes secondary to my duties to my people," she contested.

"So my wish is only your command in so much as it doesn't conflict with what you already want," he asked in the kind of deadly still voice that a lesser man would have backed away from.

"If that's the way you see it, then yes," Teel answered, sliding out the door before he could comment further and swiftly making her way through the halls. 

The Black Rogue followed Teel out of the room. He knew which room she was headed to. He sympathized with her situation, but he could not make enmity between his men over one girl. He grimaced in distaste as he realized he would have to teach Teel another lesson in submission. He didn't wish to break her spirit, but he couldn't have her questioning him at every hand and challenging his power in front of his men. Until he gave Teel power by making her his wife, he had to control her.

The Black Rogue found the door to Darsan's cabin open with Teel standing inside shielding the young woman behind her as she down talked Darsan. The Black Rogue could see the uncertainty in Darsan's eyes as he tried to evaluate how much sway Teel had with the Black Rogue before taking action. 

The Black Rogue stepped into the room, causing Teel to pause mid-tirade. Teel herself stepped back away from him, knowing him to be in a black mood. The Black Rogue walked over to her, noting that the young woman scurried away as he did so. He reached out his hands to Teel, inviting her to enter into the folds of his arms. She did so without question. 

"Darsan," he started, addressing his crew member, "Teel believes that you are hurting this young woman," he said motioning to the cowering girl. "Teel also feels that you lack the finesse to bring her to pleasure, but that I don't. Therefore, I am come to prove to Teel that this woman can be taught to experience pleasure." 

Teel's eyes rounded on him at this announcement in astonished appeal, silently asking him not to be saying what she thought. The Black Rogue felt her stiffen in his arms but continued on in the same vein. 

"Ashli, take off your clothes and lie on the bed," the Black Rogue instructed the woman. Ashli stood where she was looking to Teel for instruction. Teel could only stare at the Black Rogue in anger and denial. He could see the inner struggle in her as she tried to control her tongue, but finally the dam of her anger broke free and she let lose a torrent of angry words on him.

"You Son of a Bitch. You think you can sleep with one of my people in my face, and then return to me? If you lay one finger on her, I will never willingly submit my body to you again," she threatened, struggling to break his hold. "Will you then rape me every day?"

The Black Rogue felt his anger stir at her issuance of ultimatums. "Teel your passion is only matched by your foolishness. Do you think to threaten me?"

Teel refused to give any ground and glared back at him in anger. Ashli, he noted, still stood over where Teel had left her showing no inclination to move. Still holding Teel, he addressed Ashli again. "You can either take off your clothes of your own free will or have them ripped off of you."

Ashli looked to Teel for confirmation on what action to take. Teel's eyes sparked as she decided what action to take to bring the Black Rogue to heel. "Your clothes, Ashli," Teel offered, convincing Ashli to begin disrobing. The Black Rogue released Teel and moved to disrobe himself. 

The Black Rogue went over to stand by the bed and Ashli tentatively went over to join him. Teel moved closer to Darsan and stood there watching. When Ashli and the Black Rogue were lying on the bed Teel made her move, swiftly removing her own clothes and turning her considerable charm and experience on Darsan. 

Darsan backed away from Teel but she moved closer wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering in his ear all the things she would teach him. Teel stiffened for a moment when she heard Ashli moan, but quickly regained her focus, vowing she would make the Black Rogue rue the day he touched another woman. She moved her body suggestively against Darsan, letting him feel the perfection of her body. Darsan tried to fight the lure, knowing that the Black Rogue would not be pleased, but unable to control the response of his body just the same. 

The Black Rogue could barely concentrate on Ashli. His mind wasn't tuned into her, it wasn't tuned into anyone since Teel. The Black Rogue shaped Ashli's breasts, noting their pert lift and firm texture. He ran his thumb over her nipple, eliciting a soft moan. Again, his mind returned to Teel thinking of how quiet she was being during this whole performance. He had at least expected her to cause a commotion making her exit. 

The Black Rogue looked up for a moment, searching the room with his eyes for Teel. When his eyes lighted on her he flew off the bed in a rage. 

Teel stumbled backwards from the firm grip on her arm as the Black Rogue grabbed her. "Leave us," he bit out, glaring into Teel's eyes as Ashli and Darsan exited, shutting the door firmly behind them. Teel stood proudly in the face of his anger, neither fighting his grip, nor making any move to placate him. 

"How dare you touch another man within my site," he demanded. 

"How dare you touch another woman within mine," Teel threw at him. "The road goes both ways. Is it fair that you can help train Ashli in the way of a woman, and I not be able to help Darsan in the same way? I only wish to please you," she lied insolently. 

"Don't think to play with me," the Black Rogue threatened. 

"I wouldn't dream of it," Teel answered back airily. 

The Black Rogue restrained Teel by the expediency of gripping both her wrists in his left hand and lifting her arms over her head, pushing her into a position of submission. However, neither Teel nor the Black Rogue mistook the look of pure defiance still shining from her eyes. 

He used his other hand to lift one of her legs around his waist, holding it there while forcefully thrusting into her. Teel closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall for support at his brutality. He noted her discomfort as he hadn't done anything to prepare her body for his presence, and he didn't intend to. 

He withdrew and thrust in again, forcing Teel harder against the wall. She struggled briefly against his hold on her wrists, before relinquishing any hopes of breaking free. She knew if she waited, her body would adjust to his and she would begin to welcome and relish his possession, but she didn't want to. Not this time. 

The Black Rogue thrust into Teel again and again, watching her closely for signs of pleasure. She did not disappoint him, moaning her joy to the sky as he picked up the pace. Releasing his grip on her thigh, he knew she wouldn't dare let her leg fall for fear of it affecting the waves of pleasure rolling through her. The Black Rogue grasped her chin with his free hand and stopped Teel's frantic movements. She opened her eyes in inquiry, but continued to move her hips against him, meeting his thrusts.  

"Who do you belong to," the Black Rogue demanded. 

"I belong to myself," Teel immediately denied him. 

"Wrong answer," the Black Rogue informed and continued moving. Teel closed her eyes against the angry glitter of possession in his eyes, and gave herself up to the pleasure. The Black Rogue felt a deep anger watching her take her pleasure of him and promising nothing in return.

Teel had barely come down from her orgasm when the Black Rogue whirled her away from the wall and onto the bed. She began to struggle wildly in his grasp but he didn't release his hold. "Don't you dare touch me on this same bed where you dared to make love with one of my people," Teel railed at him.

"I dare much because you are mine. All your people are mine, and I will do with you, and with them as I see fit. If I wish to fuck you all night, and then Ashli all day, then I will do so," he coldly informed her with a steely gleam in his eyes. 

"Then don't fault me for doing the same. I may not own your people as you own mine, but I can certainly fuck any one of them that I wish because a man would have to be dumb and blind to resist my charms," she thwarted him heedlessly, while writhing against him, deliberately inflaming his senses. 

"Then perhaps you wouldn't mind having sex with Darsan for my entertainment this evening," he taunted calling her bluff. 

Teel stilled beneath him, hastily trying to decide what answer to give. There had to be a way out. A way back. 

"I'd be more than happy to fuck Darsan tonight, if that would please you," she offered with malicious intent as she watched a look of black hatred cross his face. "But," she issued, "I would kill him afterwards for touching me, and then I would kill you for giving me to him." 

The Black Rogue's eyes darkened as he took in her threat, menace sweeping off of him in waves. Teel looked at him dispassionately and still defiant. "This is not over," the Black Rogue warned, turning his back on her and walking away. 



The Prize Ch. 03



He kissed her again before they left the barn and she felt those delightful shivers through her body again. She placed her hands on his chest, but while his lips worked hers, she started clawing at it with her nails. Damn, where had this guy learned to kiss, if it could be called that at all?

His lips might be the only soft part of him, but they were firm enough to trail across her skin and leave a mark even if you couldn't see it. His mustache and the stubble on his jaw tickled and tormented her at the same time, as he slid his tongue in between her mouth. Not asking, but taking possession of it. She felt a jolt through her of wildness that originated inside him and she felt it and wanted more...what would his mouth feel like on other parts of her.

The nape of her neck, that stretch of skin between her neck and her shoulders....her breasts which hardened just at the thought of it and...oh man, she definitely wanted that mouth on her pussy before they were done. She could easily lie on her back with him in between her thighs, teasing her with his lips, her clit aching to be stroked and suckled by him. She'd come just from the fantasy if she weren't careful.

She sighed fidgeting as he kissed her jaw line.

"Are we ever going to get out of here?"

"Shhh...in a minute," he said, "You sure you want to rush into bed?"

"Well I want to get this party started," she said, "and find out what's underneath your clothes."

He chuckled and kissed her again, his hands splayed on her back, caressing it in ways that made her suck in her breath more than once.

"I thought you might want to take it a little slow"

She snorted.

"I've been taking it slow since I arrived here...and I've been waiting so I think it's time to show me what you got in those pants."

He sucked in his breath then at his boldness. Sometimes she acted like a little minx teasing him in ways men shouldn't be teased. Not when they were rock hard in their jeans and one feminine touch would set their skin on fire. If she weren't careful, she'd be introduced to his rope collection at some point tonight.

But then again, if she was looking for a hearts and flowers guy, she was definitely in the wrong place. Then he remembered what was in his pocket anted into the pot during the poker match.

"I've only got one rubber on me so we're going to have to make the most of it."

She smiled at him and touched his face with her fingers.

"That's okay cowboy, I'm covered," she said, "I'm on the pill..."

That astonished him.

"You're what...but..."

She sighed, furrowing her brow in a way that made him want to reach out with his fingers to smooth the tension out of her.

"Well being the only woman on a ranch of guys," she said, "thought it to be better safe than sorry...so if you want to go all night..."

He chuckled.

"I think that'll be too much for a first timer," he said, "Wouldn't want to send you home sore."

She sighed again.

"Don't worry about that," she said, "I can't believe guys are so hung up over a piece of tissue I probably lost to a horse years ago."

He cupped her face in his hands.

:"A woman's first time is supposed to be special."

Oh that riled her up again as she just looked up at him.

"Buck, I never had you pegged as a romantic," she said, "but that's not what I need or want."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want some of that raw power between your legs," she said, "and don't worry about hurting me with it. I'm tougher than I look."

He smiled but even though he wanted inside her pants and that pussy he didn't want to hurt her. But he'd never been known as a gentle lover either with the women in his bed. He liked fast, hard and wet, the kind of sex that a girl like her would run and hide from, because despite what she said, he knew she wanted to be wooed into bed, not pressed against the mattress with more power between her thighs than she could handle.

"So why don't you show me this cabin...beginning with the bedroom."

He smiled at her eagerness which matched that which sprung up inside himself though he kept it hidden.

"Who says we're starting in the bedroom?"

She went to grab her shirt and slipped it back on her camisole, buttoning it up too quickly to line them up right. Oh well, it'd just be coming back off again when they reached the cabin so no worries there.

He looked at her and slipping his arm around her shoulder, they walked to the entrance and opened the door.

Quietness met them instead of a group of horny ranch hands living vicariously through Buck tonight while he nailed his prize. They walked across the clearing to the other side of the barn and she saw the cabin ahead. It was fairly crude from the outside but actually boasted plumbing inside including a bathroom, just next to the kitchenette. She knew this because she had cleaned it out between residents.

The large sized bed was in the living room across from the fireplace and next to a small office area. Comforters were folded at the edge of the bed and it had two nice pillows, and unlike many of the beds on the ranch, it was postered. When he opened up the door, it was the first thing she saw when he flipped on the lights switch, the setting where Buck would break her in by the end of the night. The thought of that quickened her breath and she felt nervous for the first time. She had fantasized about a moment like this but never thought it'd happen.

He picked it up and looked at her.

"Having second thoughts?"

She shook her head.

"No...are you?"

He responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling into another one of his toe curling kisses. Gently sucking on her mouth while he claimed it, and this time she slid her tongue inside his mouth first, marveling in his taste. God, the little minx, he thought, darting it around in dizzying circles inside, flirting with his own tongue. Just like that, she had turned the tables on that kiss. She reached down and cupped his ass in her hands and squeezed it.

"Melissa..."

She broke the kiss and just looked at him.

"You don't like a woman's hands on your ass," she said, "I'm going to need something to hold onto when we go riding."

His breath hissed at her words and he ran his fingers over her back itching to take another look at that camisole before he ripped it right off of her.

"I like it just fine," he said, "I thought you'd want to slow this down a notch now that we're here."

She looked around the room again and it hit her then. Yeah, she was here with more than six feet of red blooded man, his lips had left her mouth tingling and his hardness against her waist, weakened her legs. God, she needed it so bad and she barely had an idea of what it was, but they just needed to get naked and fuck already. He read her eyes and saw that there, but rushing things wouldn't work...no not with the newer fillies who had never felt a man's weight on their backs. And the woman in front of her might seem eager, but she never had a man burn the insides of her thighs with his stubble, and never wrapped her legs around a man, so tightly her muscles cramped. Her pussy had never been breached by anything belonging to a man and she'd never screamed his name when his cock stretched her nearly to the point of pain as he thrust inside its snug walls.

Did she really have any idea of what she was in for with him? She didn't look like at this point she even cared. He just looked at her and then he stepped away from her. Not the direction he wanted to go because his fingers itched to tear through those buttons of her shirt. But...instead he stood back and watched.

"Take it off...your shirt," he said, "And work every button...no rushing, I want to see every little bit of your skin at a time."

She just shot a look at him and he thought she might argue but she just swallowed and her fingers reached for her top button. Did they tremble slightly as she worked it loose or was that his imagination? Her face still had that brazen look and her body stood poised as if she knew what she was doing with him. If she had any nervousness, any fears beneath the surface in what lay ahead, he'd discover them soon enough.

Her speed quickened a bit as she worked her way down her shirt, and his eyes widened at the sight of the camisole teasing him from underneath it. Oh, he loved the silky feel of it under his hands but even it had to come off soon. But not right away, he thought because he wanted the unwrapping of his prize to take place slowly...

She reached the bottom finally and tentatively slid the shirt off of her shoulders and let it fall on the floor. His hands oh, they itched to slide over the sheerness of it and then peel it off slowly, from the top or bottom, didn't matter as long as he could see her skin beneath.

Not to mention those breasts, he had felt the nipples against him already, and he wanted at some point to suck them one at a time inside his mouth, to see if they tasted like ripe cherries. But not now...he had to control himself because he didn't want her to run out of the cabin. Despite her bravado, Buck knew she rode a razor fine line between desire and fear, the combination of which intoxicated him. His cock pushed against his jeans and he shifted his position, as he watched her looking at him.

"Now the jeans...slowly...I want to enjoy every inch of those nice long legs," he said, "and find out what color panties you've been wearing."

She sighed.

"I like all colors," she said, "It's the only way I remember that I'm a woman sometimes."

He chuckled heartedly, his chest rumbling.

"Oh I can help you with that problem," he said, "find all different kinds of ways to remind you what you are Melissa."

She cast him a challenging look even while she stood there wearing fewer clothes than him.

"And what's that?"

He licked his lips.

"A woman not aware of her effect on the men around her," he said, "Including me."

Her voice caught.

"Oh I know...I've always known," she said, "I'm just not running away..."

He saw her tremble then and her hands moved to the snap on her jeans as she unbuttoned it while he watched. She unzipped them and slowly slid them over her hips and down her thighs, and lo and behold, she wore some black bikini panties, the silkiness sheathing her sex. Oh man, his cock jumped at the sight, and he groaned, the way the cut accentuated her tanned legs, marred only by a silvery scar across one where some barbed wire had caught her when she got thrown by a horse. Right now, it looked like an arrow mapping out the direction to her pussy as if he needed it. He'd trail kisses all the way up to it, when he had the chance.

But first things first...she had to lose those pants all the way. She watched him carefully as she did just that, after removing her boots. She had to lean against the closest wall to do that which didn't bother him because the wall would come in handy. She kicked them off and stood in front of him with several pieces of lacy fabric shielding her body from his eyes..which would burn through them if they could...she swallowed, her throat dry at the gaze in his eyes. Her muscles tensed because she knew he'd make short work of what was left of her clothes.

She'd watched him working in the field for years. He had the speed and agility to dodge charging bulls and catch wayward yearlings. He could walk two steps in a flash and probably find a way to have his cock inside of her in nothing flat...the thought excited her because if she didn't see it coming, maybe then she could focus on the sensations of him fucking her.

But he just stood there, fighting some basal instincts she knew and she felt naked for the first time in his presence.

"You want me to take it all off?"

He shook his head.

"No I want you to do a few things for me first," he said, "Now relax, they're going to be fun and make you feel really good."

She felt skepticism creep through her. She had thought that once they hit the cabin and closed the door, that he'd be on her in a flash, the clothes would go flying off and they'd be rolling in the sack as he took her virginity. She didn't get all this buildup. She didn't need it, really. She needed good, raw sex and she needed it now.

Now if she could just convince him of that, she thought as they stood watching each other, the sound of their breathing filling the room. But what came next, she didn't anticipate.

Oh had he just told her to stand still, Melissa asked herself when all she wanted to do was move her body against his, even though it hardly seemed fair that he still had all his clothes on.

While she stood in front of him dressed only in a camisole and panties, and the dampness in between her legs reminded her of what she wanted. She folded her arms as he stared at her, watching him carefully too. If she took her eyes off of him for one second, would he choose that moment to sweep her off the ground and take her to the bed?

"So what do we do now?"

He just smiled at her.

"Because I'm just about naked and you're still dressed."

He sighed taking one step closer to her.

"Not nearly naked enough," he said, "but I want you to do something for me."

She tried to keep her voice calm, to see nonchalant, though her heart pounded in her ears.

"What?"

"Touch yourself..."

"Where...?"

"You know where...but start with those tits I know you've been hiding beneath that camisole. Make me see those nipples through the fabric."

That she could do, because she did it enough in private mostly while she fantasized that it was him touching her. But now that they were together...she didn't have to rely on getting herself off did she?

"If you're man enough, you'd do it yourself."

He chuckled again clearly amused rather than offended.

"Oh I plan to do that, but ladies first..."

She snorted.

"I'm not a lady..."

"Oh I know that Melissa. It's just an expression."

She shrugged and she reached to touch her breasts with her own hand, with the camisole rubbing against them. But she stopped.

"This is hard with you standing there and watching."

"Then close your eyes until you feel you can't any longer."

So she did that and she relaxed as she stroked her breast through the material and felt the tingling reach beneath as her breasts firmed and when she cupped them, she arched her body to increase those sensations.

She thought she heard him groaning but continued, playing with the lace as she moved her hands over her breasts pretending they were his hands and holding onto his promise that they would be later on. As she continued, she felt turned on not just by her own touch but knowing that the man she had used in her fantasies was watching her, just a few feet away.

"Oh you've got nice ones I can see that," he said, "now move those fingers of yours a little lower."

So she flirted with her abdomen, the strip of it that showed between the camisole and her panties and then she slid one hand over the fabric that hid her pussy from him. She took deep breaths as she began with circular stroking almost tender in how she rubbed herself. When she tried to slide her fingers beneath her panties, he put a stop to that pretty quick.

"No...only mine will touch you there," he said, "now see if you can make yourself come keeping your hands over your clothes."

She exhaled at that because she had felt the stirrings of tension winding up deep inside of her pushing her close to the abyss but only teasingly so.

"I don't know if I can..."

"Oh yes you can," he said, "just think about how primed that pussy's going to be for what's coming later on...the more wet you are, the better you'll feel."

Okay, she could handle that so she intensified the pressure of her fingers, stroking where the silk panties rode over the cleft between her pussy lips. Oh god, she felt that and the familiar vibrations began to spill over and she bit her lip.

"Don't hold it back," he said, "I want to see your face...oh god...you look so fucking beautiful right now."

That made her body swell with even more pleasure and she released it, the pulsations in her pussy causing her to cry out and then she leaned against the wall. He walked towards her then and by the time she withdrew from her panties, it felt slick from her dew which had soaked the fabric. He took hold of her hand and tenderly licked her fingers, suckling at the droplets and oh god, that threatened to send her over the edge especially when he slid his mouth over her fingers, sucking them. How could she guess that her fingers were somehow connected to the pussy that they had just fondled until just now?

Then he did something that really shook her up. He slid his hand underneath her panties while looking straight at her. She felt his calluses rubbing against her lips, guarding her entrance and after a moment, he brought his hand out again and then gently prodded her mouth with his fingers drenched in her dew.

"Taste yourself," he said, "Come on just a little bit..."

She opened her mouth and his fingers slid inside and she tasted her arousal while he stroked the inside of her mouth with those fingers. But the power he held over her with that one single act threatened to overwhelm her, she couldn't let him have it.

"So now I get to watch you jack off right," she said, "because I bet your cock's about to explode right now."

He grimaced, his expression belying anything he might say otherwise. She wanted to reach into his pants and release that erection and to do it for him. But she'd never even seen it before and she wondered what it would look like, how it'd feel in her grasp. And how quickly could she control the pace of what was happening if she made him putty in her hands?

Because she wanted to skip all this foreplay and get to the main event...her orgasm had just taken the edge off of the fullness in her groin.

"I need you Buck..."

She didn't even try to hide her emotions that fed that statement and he looked at her thoughtfully as his hands rode over her breasts which caused a gasp to escape her lips, but he didn't remain there nearly long enough. He moved towards the hem of her camisole and then he tugged it upward and she realized what he was doing.

So she helped him by lifting her arms off so he could slip it off of her, leaving her dark curls brushing in front of her shoulders and her full breasts exposed to him for the first time. Oh god, when he saw them what did he think...she liked her breasts once she stopped fearing the response they elicited in the men around her. The only way to do that was to look at their abilities to entice them like the one in front of her. Then he moved his hands to his own shirt and whipped it off more quickly, exposing that magnificent chest of his that rippled with muscles from a life of hard work, and sprigs of dark hair she longed to twist around her fingers to see if he'd like it. But what heightened her anticipation were the coppery discs which were his nipples, oh she definitely wanted to taste them. His abs were hard and taut and she saw where a stripe of dark hair disappeared beneath his jeans. Oh, they definitely had to come off soon, so she could follow it all the way to his cock.

He pressed her against the wall then, his weight preventing her movement but the way the hair on his chest teased her breasts before flattening them, she didn't care and his mouth assaulted her neck...coaxing the skin inside, just enough to fit between his teeth. A gentle nip or two nearly made her jump.

"So what do you want now," she said, breathing hard.

He smiled lazily, though his eyes looked as charged as she felt.

"I want to taste you..."

His mouth traveled down her neck and in between the hollow of her breasts lapping at the beads of perspiration while she tried not to hyperventilate. If she fainted, would he catch her?




The Prize Ch. 03



But he slid his mouth around her breasts kissing them while he palmed them and god, if she didn't arch against him begging for more, she'd go crazy. He flirted with her nipples as she braced herself for when he'd slip one in his mouth. He tongued them first, tracing the edges of the aureole all the way around...she tried to clench the wall with her fingers but it proved too slippery.

Then he popped a nipple in his mouth and suckled on it, and she had to fight to keep stil for him. Not that she wanted to, but his hand pressed her against the wall and she fidgeted while he sucked her nipple, twirling his tongue around it in his mouth.

Far from hard and fast he was intent on playing with her at first like he did now. She felt so on edge that one nudge would send her toppling and that's when Buck's mouth left her breasts and descended even lower. Some kisses on her belly, a tongue lick in her navel that sent an electric charge through her and then she sensed him at mouth level with her pussy.

Still encased in silk, it remained out of his reach or so she thought until she felt the gentle tug...which meant that he had taken his mouth to her panties, and then his tongue stroked the cleft where...she felt the excitement build up when he'd been tonguing her breasts. He nipped at her panties and continued to tongue her through the already dampened fabric and then she felt his fingers on the elastic as he lowered her panties down just enough to give him access to her pussy.

He sucked in his breath when he saw it for the first time. Nestled within soft dark curls and the lips looked like pink rose petals that might turn scarlet later on, emphasizing the passion inside of her. He wanted to stroke in between those lips with his fingers and thrust one inside of her to feel her tightness, how snugly she would wrap around his cock. But he used his tongue to lap in between the delicious folds, tasting her earlier arousal and sliding it back and forth while she cried out above him. Gripping the muscular globes of her ass, he mouthed her lips, tugging at them gently and she tensed in his grip.

"Oh Buck..."

"Like that don't you..."

Like didn't even begin to describe it, but it scared her too. When he had his mouth on her pussy, she was powerless against him. She had never let a man have any kind of control over her and she wasn't going to start now. The pleasure that threatened to rip her inside out all over again just fed that fear. Oh god, what had she gotten herself into here, how did she ever think she could handle a man like Buck? When he took her on that bed a few feet away, she'd be even more powerless, as he coaxed her to embrace even greater pleasure. No, she had to find a way to keep control, to let him know that even when he rode her, she'd hold the reins.

But right now when he mouthed her pussy, all she wanted to do was scream and then melt in his arms while he took care of her. No, she rejected that almost immediately. After all, she had raised herself.

He nursed her pussy patiently with his tongue, changing his licks and his nips just enough to keep her guessing, to keep her from feeling complacent in his grasp. He wanted her on edge, on her toes and ready when he wanted her to be. The shards of pleasure intensified and the way he used that to increase the torment as he thrust his tongue inside her for the first time.

She'd arch her back if she could because that just nearly made her pass out.

Buck tongued the pussy in front of him marveling in its exquisiteness. Like snowflakes no two were alike but hers was soft pink in a way that made his cock twitch in his pants and he knew if he stroked it enough, it'd turn darker and its lips would swell and part making plenty of room for his cock.

He felt her tense up even as he pleasured her and knew she warred with herself. Women like Melissa who grew up working alongside only men had learned not to rely on them. And considering how aware most of them were of a young woman in their midst, not to trust them either. He knew she would give him a hell of a ride but she'd have to win her own battle with herself first. To experience great pleasure, she'd have to surrender a part to him she hadn't to anyone.

And he'd have to help her.

Tying her up on the bed while he sunk his cock inside of her, taking her virginity with it might be one idea but she'd probably fight him on that and he'd rather coax this filly than fight her.

"Melissa...just relax and go with it..."

He sucked gently on her pussy and she cried out, and he knew the pleasure that had been pushing against her resistance would overwhelm her with one...two...and a third slide of his tongue along her pussy before thrusting it inside of her.

"Oh....god..."

She cried out then and he felt her orgasm against his mouth, the taste of her dew coating his lips...succulent as he licked his mouth. She threatened to melt in front of him but he felt her fight it.

He stood up to where he was at eye level now and he saw a kaleidoscope of emotions in her face.

"Buck...."

"Yeah, most women love when a guy goes down on them..."

She furrowed her brow tightly as she tried to slow her breathing. It had been much better, beyond anything she could imagine when she stroked herself off but...way too powerful. Her eyes glanced towards the door and then at Buck and he looked at her.

Was she about to leave him, was what they shared too intense, he knew that if she felt she were weak in front of him, she'd bolt.

She'd leave the cabin even barely dressed. Reaching down for her panties, she pulled them back up, her fingers trembling while looking at him. The bravado had left her face and what replaced it, flashed by too quickly for him to keep up.

Maybe it was time to find some rope...but before he could move away he had a better idea.

Buck looked at the woman who had just pulled up her panties in front of him and decided to forget the rope tonight. All she needed was a little bit more coaxing, to give her enough rein so she'd think she was in charge right up to the moment he thrust his cock inside of her. Then she'd settle down and take what he had to give her and she'd take him where he wanted to go.

She looked him in the eye, the man who now held her between a wall and his even harder body. Her pussy still humming from the orgasm he'd given her with his mouth but she still eyed the door.

"Don't go...when you came here with me, you knew what you wanted."

"So did you when you won that poker match."

"Stay the night and we can both get what we want."

She shook her head.

"No...you'll get everything."

He pressed his body against hers knowing exactly what she meant but long enough in his arms, she wouldn't care.

"Don't go."

She sighed, her breath still uneven.

"You're in my way."

He braced himself by placing his hands on the wall on either side of her and he looked intently into her eyes, searing a pathway there.

"We're not done."

Oh she knew that was true but she'd ceded him too much control over her already. She never wanted any man to think he owned her even for a moment and when she had been writhing under his mouth, she sensed his possession and now, she knew it hadn't been enough for him.

"There's so much more I want to do with you."

She felt heady from the intensity of his words and she felt her body tense again.

"But you still have your pants on," she said to keep it light.

"I can fix that," he answered with a smile.

He watched her carefully while he unsnapped his pants, lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans down his thighs sculpted by years in the saddle not to mention hiking through every kind of terrain. He wore black briefs which sheathed the bulge of his erection and now with most of his clothes off, he looked as magnificent as she'd imagined in her fantasies.

She thought he'd discard his briefs as well but he reached for her again, his hands settling on her shoulders and he kissed her mouth, more intently than earlier. Her own lips felt invigorated and responded, her hands touching his bare chest. His muscles there twitched beneath her fingers and she marveled at the warmth of his skin.

She knew he wasn't the only one simmering inside with heat.

He reached his hands in front of her and palmed her breasts while he slipped his tongue in between her lips. His hands nearly spanned their roundness and he massaged them gently while tonguing inside her mouth. The pressure of his hands there felt wondrous and she sighed as he used that to pin her against the wall again while he explored her mouth again. She felt the reverberations of pleasure from what he did to her threaten to overwhelm her again and she pushed the feeling of losing herself away. He just felt too damn good right now.

She felt a thigh wedge in between her legs as Buck parted them gently enough to stand in between them. His erection pushing against her panties in ways that made her gasp...and then recover.

"It's all yours if you want it," he whispered.

She tried to breathe through the whirlwind of feelings that pulsated from her pussy. It felt so damn good the friction he built up between them, enhanced by their clothing. If she weren't careful, she'd climax again in front of him adding to his sense of control and power.

It'd be better for her if she could just focus on the pleasure and not keep score on what they did to one another. But it didn't feel safer to just bow to the pleasure building up again inside her. It made her feel uneasiness interlaced with the passion he evoked in her. His lips worked hard to convince her otherwise, and slowly she felt her resolve melt away.

"So where do you want it to be...right here or on the bed?"

She felt at a loss for words as his lips moved down her neck and he moved his erection even closer as he reached down to grab her ass, lifting her up slightly to rock against it. Damn her panties slid across her slick pussy from his movements and almost made her cry out.

But she couldn't find the words.

"I..."

Buck watched her closely, his erection driving him crazy by now, needing release inside of her. Her pussy felt good against his cock even with their clothing between them but it'd feel much better when they stripped the last barriers between them away. Just the walls of her tight pussy being stretched by the penetration of his cock, while he thrust it inside of her at last. To go where no man had gone before.

Tonight had been a long time coming for him because he'd been waiting for it since she'd been 15. He'd just turned 25 back then which made him a dirty old man who needed to rein in some of his more primal thoughts when he first laid eyes on the first female hand his boss ever hired. It hadn't taken much to focus away from her looks because he'd been assigned to take her under his wing to train her in her new job and to protect her from too much attention by the other men. His boss thought enough of his professionalism to trust him not to even try to get into her pants and trust was a hard thing to come by.

That protective nature of his and his affection for her had always superseded his lust until lately when her beauty became too much of a distraction.

Now his libido had moved to the forefront. Standing in front of him dressed only in her black panties, he couldn't walk away from her without her virginity. But the way she looked at him now, he knew he'd have to coax her into trusting him not to take more out of her than that when he got her into bed. Some of the other men might have called her a tease at this point and either walked away or tried to break her. But not him, he knew she had an issue with control and parsing it out, even as she ached for him.

And he couldn't take his eyes off of her at this point.

The way her pussy sculpted her panties, like her breasts had her camisole left him with the task of trying to hold onto his self control. He reached out to caress her lower face and she actually leaned into his caresses, looking at him.

"It's going to be an amazing experience Melissa..."

Her eyes knit in concentration but her body relaxed a bit, enough so that when he kissed her this time, more softly, like warm breath on her lips, she let him. His body pressed her against the wall again and damn, he felt rock hard against her. She felt her pussy ache for what it needed and what she wanted.

"Take them off..."

She looked up at him suddenly, and she shook her head.

"I'm not taking my underwear off first..."

He sighed.

"Then take off mine."

She blinked her eyes and then she reached out her hands because she just had to see what lay beneath his briefs. But when she brushed her fingers against his bulge, he hissed and that gave her the confidence to continue, but slipping her fingers underneath the waistband and sliding his briefs over his gorgeous ass and oh...my...her mouth dropped when she took a look at his cock for the first time.

Huge and hung were the words that came to mind first. It stood up hard paralleling his abs and the purplish head looked tempting enough to taste. She reached out to touch it, to trace her finger along the veined shaft, to underneath where she heard it felt very pleasurable. He didn't stop her and she watched his pupils dilate and his eyelids half close while she stroked what felt both hard as metal and soft as velvet. While holding it in one hand she thumbed the tip and he groaned, and rewarding her was a tip of glistening liquid at the tip.

"You like this don't you...?"

He didn't answer her, he didn't even look at her and she knew she held the power in her hands now. So she kept both hands on his cock, exploring it while he fought to keep from squirming. Headiness filled her as she saw his struggle, and she thought about how much he'd like it when she substituted one of her hands with her mouth.

"I want to taste you..."

His breath caught in his throat.

"Not now...I'll shoot my wad before I want."

She tilted her head still toying with the head of his cock with her thumb including that sweet spot underneath, the one that nearly had him jumping out of his skin.

"I'll swallow every drop," she promised.

Looking at her, he had no doubt she would, damn when she had grabbed hold of his cock, her nervousness had faded again. Good, let her feel as if she controlled him and when he turned the tables on her, she'd be too far gone with pleasure to care.

"Later...right now I want to spill every drop inside of you...inside that pussy."

She sucked in her breath looking at him without letting go of him but when he pressed against her this time, his cock stabbed her pussy trying to penetrate it through the thin layer of silk that blocked it. Her hands moved reflexively to his ass and she felt the power in the muscles there as he tensed them to keep from thrusting.

"I need you now..."

His voice sounded hoarse and the hardness of his cock slid along the juncture of her panties, in the dampness. But this time she squirmed away from his embrace and now stood behind him.

She tossed him a smile and a few bold words.

"Then come and get me..."



The Prize Ch. 03



"I told you, I'm not jealous," Savannah returned quickly.  "Well, then, you're going to get excited if you're at all human.  I want you to promise me though, promise me, Savannah, that you won't allow yourself to get off. Don't masturbate to orgasm. Save that for Brian, please. O.K.?" P.J. looked squarely in Savannah's eyes to gauge the response that would follow.

"I don't understand," Savannah said. There was no guile.

"Just trust me. Don't get off. Exercise will power." P.J. gesticulated to the air. "Masturbate if you want to, but don't masturbate to orgasm. It really should be Brian's doing. And you'll appreciate it more, too. Saving it for him. He deserves it after we're being so deceitful, don't you think?" She again scanned Savannah's face for a reaction.

Savannah thought for a few seconds before she replied. "Probably. Do you think he'll be so mad that he hates us both?"

"I don't think so, Savannah. Not if we're sincere. We are sincere, aren't we? I want Brian to be happy. You want Brian to be happy. Right?"

"Right."

"Then let us communicate our concern and sincerity." P.J. invited Savannah to look into the large closet and continued her instructions for the evening. "You may be up here for a while. No need for you to get in the closet until you hear us come up the stairs. I'm not going to pounce on him the second he gets here. Amuse yourself in some way. There are books and magazines all over the place. I'll make sure you hear us when we come up. You'll have plenty of time to get inside. I'm going to leave the lights on as they are now so you'll be able to see us."

Savannah shook her head affirmatively.

"Are you sure about this? I'm giving you one last chance to back out. It's a win-win situation for you, dear. Brian and I are over anyway. You don't have to go through with this." P.J. lightly touched the young woman's arm to communicate her sincerity.

"Oh, yes, I do," Savannah immediately responded. "Not just for Brian. For me. For both of us."

"O.K." P.J. took a long, audible breath. "Well, let's prepare for this. Let me see the underwear."

Savannah stared wide-eyed at P.J. The older woman smiled, bemused by the sudden shyness.

"Oh, god, Savannah. You have been so forthright up to this point. Are you going to turn shy on me now?" P.J. laughingly rolled her eyes as she finished the question.

Savannah looked at the floor. "I'm not very comfortable with my clothes off," she admitted.

"Why?" P.J. asked. "You appear to have a wonderful figure."

"I, well, I just am not comfortable with my clothes off. Like I said."

"Savannah," P.J. shook her head as she spoke, "you must learn to take off your clothes seductively. Men like that. You don't have to do it all the time, but when the situation is right, you have to think like a stripper, sometimes like a prostitute. You're in the bedroom, not the mall."

She raised her hands, palms upward. "Take off your t-shirt and jeans. Let me see what's under there." She moved her hands up and down then allowed them to drop to her sides.

Savannah hesitated. P.J. gave directions again.

"Savannah, pretend that your very life, no, pretend that Brian's life hinges on whether or not you can excite me by removing your clothes. Make me want you. This isn't rocket science. It's survival. Survival is much more important. Make me want to take you down to the floor."

Savannah's eyes widened as she sputtered, "But . . . but you're a girl!"

P.J. grinned, half exasperated. "Oh, Savannah. That doesn't make any difference. Sex is sex. With yourself, with a woman, with a man." 

The girl grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and jerked it up only to pull it back down quickly.

"No, no, no," P.J. said. "Like this."

The older woman looked Savannah seductively in the eyes, bit her bottom lip, shifted her weight from one foot to another, squirming in anticipation. She demurely took the bottom of her t-shirt hem in her fingers, constantly making eye contact with Savannah. Teasingly rocking her hips side to side the whole time, P.J. unhurriedly lifted the t-shirt up, and up, and up until her lacy pale blue bra was exposed. Savannah sucked in her breath. P.J. continued the upward pull. When the shirt was over her head, she tossed it behind her.

"Now you," she said, as she turned around, retrieved the shirt and pulled it back over her head, smoothing it in place.

Savannah suddenly wanted this woman to see her new bra. She felt very sexy in it. It was a pale coral color, and she felt it complemented her complexion. The thong panty matched. But that was for later. She thought.

"Savannah. Remove your t-shirt, slowly, please," P.J. directed.

She did as she was told, rocking her hips as she'd seen the older woman do.

"No," she heard P.J. say. "Feel the movement, don't imitate. Feel it. Close your eyes. Imagine Brian fucking you, rocking your hips."

Savannah was slightly embarrassed.

"Savannah," P.J. barked. "This isn't going to work if you don't really want it."

"No, no, I want it," the girl said quickly.

"Then imagine Brian. Do you desire him?" 

"Yessssss," Savannah slowly exhaled.

"Then focus on making him desire you, on showing your desire for him. How do you think a great stripper would remove her t-shirt?" P.J. asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Savannah answered. "I've never seen one, a stripper."

"Good, lord. Well, go see one," P.J. said. Then she added, "Soon."

"Now, remove your t-shirt," she continued.

Savannah closed her eyes, imagined not Brian but the woman before her as she removed her t-shirt very slowly.

"Good," P.J. said, as she stood back and surveyed the bra.

"Very nice," she nodded, scanning Savannah's form. "Color is good. Cut is good. See through factor is good. Nice nipples," P.J. observed.

Savannah glanced down, ill at ease.

"No," P.J. said. "Don't be embarrassed. You have very nice nipples. Haven't you seen other women naked?"

Savannah nodded yes.

"Do you like all of the nipples you've seen?" questioned P.J.

"No."

"No." P.J. continued. "And why? Because some are attractive to you and some aren't. You have beautiful nipples. May I see them, I mean without the bra?"

Savannah's legs trembled a little. She felt warm, felt moisture between her legs.

P.J. didn't wait for verbal permission. She reached inside the young woman's bra and pulled the right breast over and out of the covering. Savannah's nipples were medium rose colored, hard, and very protruding. They begged to be sucked.

"Are they sensitive," asked P.J. She allowed her thumb and finger to move to the hard nipple as she asked the question.

The young woman moved back, startled.

"Don't be skittish," P.J. said. "Don't you want Brian to enjoy your nipples?"

"Yes."

"Well, then, relax. Are they sensitive? They look it. Does it feel good when I pinch them?" P.J.'s fingers squeezed the young woman's nipple, twirling it side to side.

Savannah felt electricity, lightning, radiate from her nipple outward. The feeling was more than she'd ever experienced before. She'd pulled at her own nipples, but no one else ever had. She answered P.J. concerning the sensitivity. "Yes. Oh, yes," Savannah panted.

"Well, we'll make sure that Brian pinches them, and sucks them, too. Hard. Do you like that?"

"I, well, I don't know," Savannah hesitated.

P.J. stepped closer to Savannah. She leaned down and took the nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard, making a smacking sound. Savannah, startled, moved away again, pulling the nipple from P.J.'s mouth. P.J. placed her left arm behind the young woman, held her to the spot. She found the nipple and sucked again, harder. Savannah felt even more moisture between her inner thighs.

Oh, god, what is she doing to me, Savannah thought. This isn't what I wanted, is it? So hot. Why am I so hot? P.J. unexpectedly released the nipple and replaced the breast back into the bra.

"Now, let me see the panties. Thong, I hope?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Off with the jeans. Take your jeans off with your back to your man. Take your time. Wiggle back and forth. Make him wait. Don't stand up and push them down until they fall. Bend over. Accentuate your ass. Don't worry if it's not perfect. He won't care. Wiggle and ease them down. Now show me." P.J. was motioning for Savannah to turn around as she told her what to do.

Savannah complied. She did better with the jeans than with the t-shirt. P.J. wondered why. Savannah faced P.J. again. The breasts were better than the behind. Oh. Maybe that was it.

"Savannah, do you think you have good breasts?"

"What?"

"Do you think your breasts are good?"

"I, uh, well . . ."

"Just answer the question."

"Well, they're ok. I'm not disappointed with them."

"Of course you're not! They're beautiful! Show them off, dear. Flaunt them. I don't mean in public. I mean for your man. For Brian. Make those things own him. Do you understand? Those nipples own him."

P.J. was beginning to feel moisture between her thighs. The nipples were good. The breasts were good. They were round, full, and fairly large. They had, as Bob Seger said, points on their own, sittin' way up firm and high. The aureoles were large, but not overly, not smooth but with tiny bumps. A sprinkle of those delightful freckles dusted the tops of the breasts.

Savannah shyly asked if the underwear was all right.

"Savannah, you're ravishing. The color is perfect. Let's add a bit of color to your cheeks. We don't have much time before Brian gets here. Come here."

P.J. took the girl by the arm and led her to the bathroom. When they reached the large mirror, P.J. pulled open a drawer and removed a small container of blushing powder. Next, she took a large, soft brush from a container on the counter.

She dipped the brush in the container, knocking off the excess powder on the side. She lightly touched Savannah's cheeks with the color. She re-dipped the brush and bounced it between Savannah's breasts.

"What's that for?" Savannah asked.

"Just a slight blush, dear. It's o.k."

She continued. "Raise your head. I want to get some color on that neck."

The young woman raised her head, exposing the long, white neck. P.J. wanted to lick it. Nibble it. Suck on the soft flesh. But she controlled her desire.

She applied the blush to the neck and replaced the brush in its holder. She took a hairbrush from the open drawer and began to brush the girl's hair. It was awkward because she was taller than P.J.

"Sit. Sit down on the toilet, back facing me. Just straddle it."

Savannah sat. P.J. pulled the long, thick hair to the back and brushed. She wanted both to soothe and excite the girl. Strange combination, but she felt the brushing would accomplish both.

P.J. noticed that Savannah was near imperceptibly rocking back and forth on the toilet seat. Well, one mission accomplished.

"Are you getting turned on, Savannah?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Are you turned on? Excited?"

"Yessss."

"Are you wet?"

"Huhhh?"

"Are you wet, Savannah? Between your legs?"

"Yesssssss."

"Pretty wet, or just wet?"

"Oh, verrrrrrry wet. Very."

"Would you like to get off, Savannah?" P.J. leaned nearer the girl's ear as she asked the question.

"Uh, you said I couldn't. You said to wait. For Brian. You said."

"Yes, I did." P.J. saw that Savannah intended to give Brian the pleasure. "Good. Save it. Save it for him."

Savannah's rocking was more pronounced. P.J. continued to brush her hair, but stopped after several more strokes.

"I'm going downstairs now. Brian should be here soon. Remember. You don't have to get in the closet until you hear us. And put your shirt and jeans in the closet. Just stay in your underwear. I'll signal when I want you to come forward. You'll know when. And, remember, don't get off. O.K.?"

"O.K. but I'm really hot."

"I know, I know. But it will be worth the wait. I promise. With me?"

"Yeah."

P.J. turned to go, but glanced back at Savannah just before she exited the bedroom door. "One more chance, Savannah. Do you want to back out?"

"Noooooooo. No. I'm ready."

"All right. I'm going down now."

P.J. left the bedroom. She headed downstairs to await Brian. She expected him very soon. Brian tutored students in the Skills Enhancement Center located in the library. He got off work at 7:30 on Friday evenings. It usually took him twenty to thirty minutes to get here. 7:45. It wouldn't be long. P.J. tried to calm her excitement. The thought of the hot young woman in her bedroom agitated her nerves. P.J. was quite aroused herself, ready to explode. And what of the young one above? How was she coping? Coping with not getting herself off as she had been instructed?

P.J. busied herself in the kitchen. Brian generally had a bite to eat when he got in from work. He didn't normally eat large meals at night. She decided to prepare some nachos for him. Preparation complete, P.J. placed the nachos under the broiler. Just as she closed the oven door she heard a car in the drive. Brian.

Although the door was not locked, he knocked softly then entered. He looked beautiful, as usual. The long, dark, curly hair was brushed back behind his ears. The pale blue baby-checked button down Oxford shirt accentuated the darkness of his hair and the paleness of his blue eyes. The tight jeans hugged his round behind and muscular thighs. He smiled broadly as he approached her. 

Brian loved coming home to this woman. He loved seeing her face light up when he put his arms around her. Tonight, she looked especially hot. He reached her and gave her a big hug. God, did he smell her? Smell her juices? His heart sank. Had she been with someone? Had she?

P.J. discerned what he was thinking. His questions, his doubts, his feelings were all over his face. She hugged him hard, then stepped back and looked at his face.

"Oooo. I'm so glad you're here. I've been hot for almost an hour," she grinned, "but I'm going to control myself while you eat your nachos, which, by the way, are still in the oven, and then I'm going to have something to eat," she emphasized the I'm. She threw him a lascivious look.

He smiled. "I don't need nachos. Let's just head upstairs."

"No, no. You have to keep up your strength. I'm putting you through your paces tonight. You'll need all the energy you can get."

"I'm ready now," he said, guiding her hand to his erect cock.

"Oooo. I see. But I insist."

She removed the nachos from the oven, cheese now melted. She slid them onto a plate and handed them over to Brian.

"Whaddya want to drink? Milk? Water? Soda?"

"Uhh. What about a beer?"

"Sure. Whatever you want." She reached in the refrigerator, retrieved a beer, opened it, and handed it over to Brian who had seated himself at the nearby table.

"What did you do today?" he asked as he stuffed the first nacho into his mouth.

"Oh, I ravaged a slew of people, robbed a bank, pillaged a department store, and sewed the button on those jeans you left hanging in the utility room last week. What'd you do?"

Brian smiled. She always made him smile. "Well, nothing like that. Mostly I've been thinkin' of you."

P.J. smiled back at him then glanced to the floor briefly. She knew it was time to bring it up again. Bring up the dreaded it's over subject. She took a breath and tested the waters.

"Can we talk? I know that I've bothered you about this before. But this is important to me."

"What? What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to talk about you and other women."

"Oh, stop. I don't want to talk about that."

"But we're going to."

"No, we're not."

"Do you want to fuck tonight?"

He shot her a nasty look, the usually clear blue eyes suddenly cloudy. "That's not fair. You wouldn't."

He didn't know whether she would or not, but he didn't want to chance it. "Why do you want to talk about other women? Doesn't that bother you?"

"Of course not. You'll have to be with another woman eventually," she reasoned.

Brian sucked in his breath. He'd been waiting for something like this. How long could he hold this woman's attention? He'd hoped it would last longer.

She continued the hateful conversation. "You have to start thinking about your future. You can't be with me forever," she stressed.

"Why?"

"Oh, please. Don't be obtuse, Brian. You have a long future before you. You are going to have a successful career and a wonderful life. I will not be with you. You have to start thinking about that."

"Why won't you be with me?"

"Because I'm too old, silly. I can't, won't, keep up with you. I don't want to." She paused, smiled benignly at him, and resumed. "I'm not being ugly, sweetie. I simply don't want to be that appendage that you need."

Brian didn't like the conversation and tried to change the subject. "Do you have any pickles?"

"You don't eat pickles with nachos."

"I do."

"No, you don't. Don't change the subject. Brian, you knew when this started that it wouldn't last, didn't you? Didn't you?"

He really didn't want this to end, the conversation, yes. Them, no. Not now. Not yet.

Finally, he conceded. "Yes, I guess I knew. Well, maybe. I'm not sure."

"Oh, I think you did. We both did." She paused, then started again. "I adore you, Brian. But this thing has just about played itself out."

He winced. She walked behind him and placed her arms around him. She hugged him to her, her head on his left shoulder. He wasn't sure what to do. He felt empty. He reached around and pulled her easily into his lap. Not yet. He said it out loud this time. "Not yet." 

She smiled at him, trying to lighten the mood. "What are you afraid of, Brian? Not gettin' any pussy?" She grinned.

Her comment angered him, clouded the eyes even more. His face showed his displeasure and he tightened his grip on her arms. "Don't say that. Stop it. That's not it at all and you know it. You know it."

Umm. Not what she wanted. He was hurt. She hated seeing pain in those clear blue eyes. Hated seeing his face tighten.

"Brian," she took his face in her hands, "I do not want to hurt you."

"Well, you have."

"But that was not my intention. I have loved our time together. But it's time to move on. We have to think about the future. In ten years, you're going to be visiting your child's school on parent-teacher night and I'm going to be home soaking my dentures!"

He couldn't help it. He hated it, but she'd made him laugh.

"Stop it. Will you just stop it? Quit it with the denture shit, will ya?"

"See, you giggled. It's going to be all right. Now. I want to talk to you."

She got up from his lap and sat in the chair next to his. "Tell me about Savannah and Julie."

"Julia."

"O.K. Julia."

"Why do you want to know? What do you want to know?" he asked, exasperated with her tenacity.

"I want to know why you're not dating them."

"Because I'm seeing you."

P.J. sighed, frustrated. "Why were you open to a fling with me?"

"This is not a fling."

"O.K. Why did you come home with me on awards day?"

"I told you. I was pumped because of the award and no one else was around."

P.J. feigned a shocked look and sucked in her breath. "Ohh, That makes me feel so special. No one else around," she trailed off then stopped. He was stricken by what he'd said. How it sounded. "Oh, Brian. I was kidding! For god's sake. I know what you meant."

"Are you seriously asking me why I came home with you?" P.J. nodded and Brian continued. "You're hot! Don't you know that? I wanted to come home with you, come home . . . I wanted to know, to know what it would be like."

"What what would be like? Having sex with an old woman?" P.J. grinned.

"Stop it. Don't say old woman again." He was serious, so she promised.

"Talk to me, Brian. You wanted to know what what was like?"

"Sex. Sex with an experienced woman." P.J.'s look seemed to ask for more. "I thought if we had sex it would be pretty hot," he finally got out.




The Prize Ch. 03



"So, you think our sex is hot?" P.J. inquired.

"Oh, god, don't you?" He was beside himself. "I, well, I thought you might like it, too."

"Oh, Brian. Of course I do. You are, well, phenomenal. Period." She planted a wet kiss on his lips. "Now, is sex with Julia and Savannah not that hot?"

"Uh, no." He was reluctant to talk. P.J. entreated him.

"I haven't had sex with Julia. I don't like her enough for that. Well, that's not it. I'm not as attracted to her as I am to you."

"And Savannah? Are you attracted to her?"

"Well, yeah. But . . . "

"But what?"

"Well, sex with her was not like with you."

"Brian, do you think you know more about sex now than you did, say, six weeks ago?"

"Oh, god, yeah."

"So you've learned something?"

"Yes, Oh yes."

"Well, don't you think if you can learn that Savannah could, too?"

"Ah, well, yeah, sure. Probably."

"Yep. She probably could. I've seen her around, Brian. She's very pretty. No, that's not right. She's gorgeous."

He shook his head up and down. "Yesss. She's very pretty."

"Wouldn't you like to do with her the things you do with me?"

He was shocked. "What's wrong with you?" He shook his head, arms rising in the air. "How can you talk like that? Doesn't that make you feel, well, weird?" He leaned forward, hands and arms in motion, signaling his exasperation.

"No. I know, as I just told you, that I'm not a factor in your future. I'm asking these questions because I care for you."

He looked doubtful, pouted.

"I do care for you. That's why I'm asking these questions. I want to see you in good hands. I want to see you happy. That's why I'm bothering you."

"You sure are botherin' me. I wish you'd just stop."

No use pushing it anymore. "Are you going to finish your nachos?"

"No."

P.J. picked up the half empty plate and walked to the kitchen. As she placed the plate in the sink, Brian came up behind her, placing his arms around her waist. He nuzzled his cheek on her neck.

"Can we stop talking and go upstairs now? Please?"

"Sure." 

Brian waited for P.J. to finish up in the kitchen and took her hand. They climbed the stairs, side by side, P.J. giggling and talking loudly enough for Savannah to recognize their approach. As they entered the bedroom, Brian was determined to regain his good mood, the mood he'd been in when he first arrived. He also felt he'd be able to change her mind. He had for some time put off thinking about what she wanted to discuss. He had been so satisfied, happy, the last month or so. Yes, it was great sex. But it was other stuff, too. She was . . . she was . . . fascinating. Experienced, naughty, sweet, considerate. This had been the greatest experience of his life. She'd taught him so much. Not just in bed. Other stuff, too. 

He wanted to make this a night to change her mind, but he knew even as he thought it that it would never be. He stared ahead. Her neck. That's it. He loved her neck and she loved for him to kiss her there. As they neared the bed, Brian positioned himself behind her, took her in his arms. He began to nuzzle her neck, soothingly kissing and nibbling the soft flesh. He loved the way she moaned and positioned her head for him to get better access.

"You smell good," he said to her, savoring the light vanilla aroma.

"Uummm. You, too." Brian didn't have a cologne smell; he always smelled freshly showered, and P.J. loved the clean, masculine scent.

Brian looked down over P.J.'s shoulder. She had on a short, light blue cotton t-shirt. It was soft and thin and her nipples protruded through her bra and the fabric of the shirt. His hands went up the front of the shirt, rested on her breasts, feeling the soft flesh and warmth. P.J. shifted her weight, pushed her behind into Brian's crotch, wriggling it to feel his hardness. 

Savannah, concealed behind the near closed door of the closet, could not directly see Brian's hands, because of her limited side view, but she knew they were under P.J.'s shirt. Brian abruptly pulled the shirt up over P.J.'s body, her arms rising above her head to assist, and turned her around.

Savannah watched as he went down on his knees. He slowly undid the woman's jeans, but he didn't pull them down. P.J. shifted her position a bit and Brian moved to accommodate. Savannah realized that she'd done this to provide her, Savannah, with a better view.

Brian licked P.J.'s navel, delving his tongue into the crevice, then circling the tip around and around. His hands caressed her back, lightly stroked it as he slowly licked, lapped, kissed, and nibbled his way up her abdomen to her breasts. P.J.'s knees felt weak whenever his hot tongue touched her. As his hands continued up her back, he undid the bra and slipped it off slowly, let it drop to the floor. He sat back on his feet for a moment, gazed up at her adoringly. Savannah, too, stared at the woman's breasts, the hard nipples. She felt more and more heat between her legs as she watched the couple before her.

Brian loved to tweak P.J.'s nipples and listen to her either giggle or moan, depending on her mood. Loved to chain them up as she'd shown him to. His eyes lowered and focused on her waist, well-defined. Placing his hands around it made him feel masculine, protective. He did so now, leaning his head into her mound, pressing his forehead to her through the jeans. 

After this moment of visual and tactile appreciation, Brian stood up, turned P.J.'s back to him, and gathered her breasts into his hands. He began to massage their softness, their heat, as he urgently kissed her neck and shoulders. She moaned softly, then, suddenly, she moved away.

Savannah watched as P.J. bent over, her back to Brian still. She slithered, literally slithered, out of her jeans. Savannah half expected a hiss to issue from the woman's lips. The removal of the jeans revealed pale blue panties, very sheer. She stepped out of the jeans, turned to Brian, her upper slit visible through the thin fabric.

God, Brian thought. He wanted to lick her, suck her until she screamed. Wanted to feel the heat of her nether lips with his own, feel the smooth skin, the wetness, wanted to smell it. 

She returned to him, placed her arms around his neck, kissed him, insistently. One hand went to his crotch, the other on his back. His rigid cock strained against the fabric of his jeans. Now both her hands went to his back, rubbing up and down. She loved the hard softness of his body, the heat. Pulling the shirt from his jeans, she slipped both hands under the shirt in front, anticipating the feel of Brian's muscular abdomen. Those abs. She placed her hands on his waist, then let the palms tickle up his belly to his chest, savoring the hardness, kneading, as the hands made their way up. 

In a sudden flurry of arms, the shirt was unbuttoned as hot mouths kissed. Buttons, at least one, went flying. Savannah couldn't tell how the shirt got off and onto the floor.  Brian latched onto P.J.'s arms, turned her around where her back faced him. He hungrily pulled her panties down, and she stepped out of them as he sank to his knees again. Savannah caught her breath. The ass was good, as she had expected.

Brian bent the woman over the bed, her body forming a modified L-shape, her forearms resting on the sheets. Savannah watched intently as Brian placed his hands firmly on the cheeks of the woman's ass. His fingers dug into the flesh as he squeezed them, then pulled them apart, then squeezed them again. His head went to the middle of the right cheek and he opened his mouth and bit her. She tried to squirm away, whimpered, but he held her tightly in place. Her moans quickened and became louder as he licked, nipped, bit, and sucked the cheeks of her ass. As Savannah observed them, Brian's hand went between the woman's thighs.

Brian swallowed as he felt her readiness. Hot, wet. His fingers slid into her slit, the cavity hugging them. Very wet. Brian's left hand still gripped P.J.'s left cheek, keeping it pulled to the side. Savannah's view of his right fingers was unimpeded. He plunged his fingers slowly in and out of her wetness. Brian's breathing was audible above the woman's groaning. She shoved herself on to his fingers, meeting them with backwards thrusts. Savannah's own hands kept going between her legs. She finally had to sit on them to keep them from straying. The thong's absorbent cotton crotch had long since soaked up more than its capacity allowing juices to roll down Savannah's inner thighs and onto the carpet. 

Brian pulled P.J. up and around rather roughly, pushed her on the edge of the bed, spread her legs widely. Savannah was puzzled as Brian turned away and began to walk around the end of the bed, continued to the other side. As he made his way around, P.J. moved to the end of the bed, presumably, Savannah thought, to allow a better view for her. Savannah felt safe now to open the door a bit wider. A chair? What's he going to do with the chair, Savannah wondered. Brian had reached the chair on the other side of the bed, picked it up, and turned around.

Apparently, seeing that the woman had moved didn't faze him. P.J.'s legs hung over the end of the bed. He halted and placed the chair directly in front of her. In what seemed one movement, he sat in the chair, grabbed P.J.'s thighs from underneath, pulled her up and forward, only her shoulders and neck still touching the bed.

P.J. placed her legs up and over Brian's shoulders, locked on to him. God, Savannah thought. She doesn't have any pubic hair, does she? Savannah strained to confirm what she thought might be a trick of the lighting. The woman's locked legs balanced her over Brian's body, freeing his hands which immediately found her nipples. He trapped them in his fingers, pinched them, pulled them, punished them. Savannah thought he might pull them off her body. But she responded by emitting even more pleasurable groans, her body twisting from side to side. As she moaned, she placed her hands, palms down, on Brian's knees and used the leverage to push herself even closer to his mouth. She strained, breathing hard, mumbling low enough that Savannah could not make out her words, but Savannah assumed from the tone of the voice that the words constituted a plea.

Savannah wondered how long he would ignore the flesh pushing up to his face, but wondered only shortly. Brian's left hand remained on the woman's right nipple, but his right hand moved between her legs, his thumb circling her opening. She immediately replaced his now missing fingers on her nipple with her own, pulled it the way Brian's still did on the right one. Her mouth was parted, breath coming quickly, still driving herself into his face, her wetness almost touching his lips. 

Brian could see the juices glisten between P.J.'s legs, smell them. Her moans and writhing body drove him to taste her. He relinquished his other hand from her needy nipple and used all of his fingers to spread her apart, to open her up to his attention. Brian sniffed her excitement, groaned as he buried his face between her legs for a couple of minutes, tongue and nose burrowing into her flesh. When he raised his head, he used his thumbs to separate her upper lips, manipulate the hood, unfold, uncover her clit. Savannah's eyes were wide. The woman's slit was red, swollen, revealed to her when Brian's head came up. His eyes closed as he lowered his tongue to her vulnerability. He unhurriedly sucked at her center, her being, alternating the attention from clit to hole, reveling in her responsive, wriggling body and welcome sounds.

Brian still pulled, held, stretched P.J.'s lips wide, and Savannah studied him as he pleasured the writhing woman, using his tongue to drive her into a visible and audible frenzy. The measured movement of his tongue up and down her slit, the noisy lapping, had the woman whirling, groaning, body pitching to and fro. Brian wanted to feel inside her again, positioned his left hand turned upside down at the top of her slit, and used his index finger and thumb to keep her opened up. Brian's other hand went to her wet opening. His fingers slid into her, the movement accompanied by a low scream from the recipient of the stabbing. She pushed her pussy to him on every lick and stab. 

P.J. couldn't hold back any longer. She had been savoring these sensations, denying release, but Brian's probing fingers and supple tongue, the hot hardness of his body, drove her closer to getting off with each second of his attention. Brian sensed P.J.'s impending orgasm. His tongue ceased traveling and focused on the clit and surrounding area, vibrating up and down, around, side to side. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then moved it to lightly flick her clit directly with a movement so quick it was like a hummingbird's wings on her desire. Finally, he splayed his tongue wide, held it stiff, still. She began to ride it, ride it like a cock. Savannah sucked in her breath as she watched the woman buck and jerk, moaning and hissing her way to release.

Savannah couldn't remember ever feeling so hot. She watched, fascinated, as Brian feasted on the woman. He ate her so tenderly, so excitingly. And now she rode his stiff, hard tongue, moaned and spat out her breath, persisted in pushing her pussy to him. Suddenly, her body stiffened, her legs went straight and still, stretched out over Brian's shoulders. She began to gasp, hunh, hunh, hunh, hunh, then shudder, tremble. She shook from top to bottom and back again several times over. Brian's hands and fingers went to her hard nipples and he pulled them furiously. His head, tongue, remained between her thighs, moving, grinding from left to right. Savannah couldn't understand how he was getting air. The woman had bent her legs at the knee and clamped them around Brian's shoulders so tightly that his head was caught, trapped in a vise like grip. The woman's moans and grunts turned to one long, guttural scream that progressed from low and growling to loud and howling. Savannah thought she would explode along with the woman she was so wound up.

Brian's hands left the red nipples he'd been pinching and placed them on P.J.'s thighs, pulled them apart enough to raise his head. The scream had died away and P.J. was talking. What was she saying? Savannah could barely make it out. What? Oh, she's saying fuck me, Savannah thought.

Brian stared down at P.J., pulled her legs from over his shoulders and bent them to rest her feet on the tops of his thighs, his palms resting on her feet. She was limp, pliable. He felt, enjoyed, the power of making her this way, gloated over her now whimpering form. He leaned over to catch the low words.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she breathed heavily. "Please." She repeated it.

Brian's eyes narrowed, made sure she was looking at him before he growled, "You want it?" 

She nodded her head yes. Eyes pleading.

"Say it," Brian ordered.

"Please fuck me. Yes, yes, please." When she got no response, her head turned side to side in supplication, and she raised up to look Brian in the eyes. "Please fuck me, fuck me. Shove it in me. Now." She looked, to Savannah's eyes, desperate.

Brian's hands left P.J.'s legs, one coming to his face to wipe away some of the juices, the other going to P.J.'s face. He took her chin in his hand and finally responded.

"You want me to fuck you now?" he asked unhurriedly, prolonging her wait.

"Yes, now, NOW."

Brian didn't comply.

He stood. Pushed the chair away from the bed. She continued to look up at him, her feet now on the soft carpet. Her eyes entreated him, her mouth slack, half open. 

"Suck me," Brian ordered. "Suck my cock." He held his cock in his right hand, his left hand went behind her neck, pulling her up and her mouth closer to him.

P.J. didn't resist. Her hand enfolded his purplish red, swollen cock, prepared to suck it with love and desire. To Savannah's astonishment, the woman let go of Brian momentarily and shoved her hands between her legs. Suddenly she withdrew them both and rubbed her juices on Brian's cock. Savannah was mesmerized. The woman had touched herself in front of him. More than touched herself. Did Brian like that?

P.J. used both hands to moisten Brian's cock, wanted to taste herself. She then enveloped him with her hot hand, moved it seductively up and down. Her other hand went around to grab his ass. She kneaded it, forcing Brian's body forward as he reacted to her touch. Encircling his cock with fingers near the base, P.J. opened her mouth to engulf it. Brian watched as the head of his cock disappeared into her mouth. Her mouth on his cock made him weak. It was hot and moist. She blew hot breath on him. Vibrated her tongue. He also loved it because he knew, could feel, that she wanted to do it as much as he wanted her to. He placed his hand on the top of her head, lightly, not forcefully. His other hand went to her nipple. Hard. Still hard.

As he tweaked, pinched her nipple, he was spellbound as her head went up, down, around, sideways on his cock. One of the fingers of her hand on his ass had found its way to his anus. She toyed with it, making firm circles around the opening, teasing him with occasional shallow plunges inside. He involuntarily spread his legs wider. Brian's legs quavered, the sensations making him weak. He raised his other hand to join the one on her head, pulled her gently away, up, let her know he was near. She looked up at him, eyes questioning. She spoke, haltingly.

"Fuck me? Fuck me now? Now?" She looked down at the stiff cock, then up again. "Or, more?"

"No," Brian's head shook from side to side. "Fuck now. Now." He pulled her up to standing, breathed hotly in her ear. "How do you want it?"

"From behind, behind," she barely got the words out before she pushed Brian back a step, turned, and fell across the bed in a diagonal position forcing herself to remember to play to the audience of one. Their position had to be accessible to Savannah. She flickeringly, but only so, wondered how the young woman was doing. In fact, Savannah had been forced to sit on her hands for quite some time now. She did, however, rock back and forth, cross legged on the closet floor.

Brian followed P.J. onto the bed. He came up behind her, on his knees, admiring the ass yet again. He placed his hands on the cheeks, pulled them apart, bent down and bit them again, left then right. So firm, so warm. They still bore the marks of his earlier bites. The imprints of his teeth excited him even more and P.J. moved her body forward and back, rocking and arching up and down. Brian finally lifted his head and P.J. turned hers back to look at him. He smiled, smiled and placed his left hand on her left pelvic bone and guided himself into her with his right one. She curved back into him, hissing as she took him inside.

Brian's head went back. She felt tight, warm, wet. As he lowered his head, his other hand went around, joining the other in holding her by the hipbones. When she sucked him in with her muscles he trembled. Her breathing quickened, he distinctly heard it, as he rhythmically pumped, drove into her. Their own sounds mingled with the sound of his cock sliding in and out of her. Brian watched, enthralled by the sight beneath him, her slit filled with him, shiny with her juices. He knew she would soon reach for her clit, desire another orgasm as he slapped into her body from behind. He wasn't going to let her tonight. Not tonight. He shoved into her with resolve. Shove. Lift her up off the mattress. Shove. Lift. Shove. Lift. Her noises made time to the shoving.

P.J. relished the pleasure of the thrusting cock. Brian's grip tightened on her hipbones. She struggled, but couldn't move. His grip trapped her still, his cock impaling her relentlessly. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Her head rolled, air forced from her body each time Brian jammed her insides. When Brian's rhythm increased, P.J. could barely gasp out to him. 




The Prize Ch. 04



The next day they docked, and Teel was taken to her new quarters. She sat around in her sumptuous surroundings with a host of servants anxious to ensure that she had everything that she wanted and was ready and waiting for their leader. Teel was bathed and perfumed and then dressed in one of many new clothes. She stood stiffly surveying her new wardrobe, while listening to the servants ooh and aah over the rich colors of the vibrant fabrics. Teel observed the thin cloths with a sardonic grimace, and just managed to sit still long enough for them to wrap one around her. 

Teel again felt a glimmer of hatred rush through her as she took in her reflection. She could just make out the curve of her breast and the dark shadow between her thighs in the revealing garment. Teel sat down on the bed waiting for the moment when the Black Rogue would grace her with his presence. He hadn't spoken to her, touched her, or acknowledged her in any way since he had turned his back on her the previous day. 

Teel sat around as long as she could before her agitation became too much for her, and she angrily stalked to the double doors and threw them wide to make her exit. The servants were everywhere, swarming around her and trying to coerce her back into the room. Teel was making good her escape and was taken aback when she ran right into the Black Rogue, literally. Teel backed up a step to better take in his mood. 

Teel looked up into his cold, hard eyes, taking in a deep breath. He really was very attractive. Teel's body shuddered in excitement as she watched him advance towards her. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her down the corridor. Teel felt her heart thunder with pleasure as she imagined spending time alone with the Black Rogue, enjoying his touch again. 

Teel came to an abrupt halt and received an awful shock when she entered the room at the end of the corridor to find her mother naked on the bed before her. She turned in fury on the Black Rogue and raised her hand to strike him but he grabbed her wrist and pulled it behind her back spinning her in the process, forcing her to watch the scene that was unfolding before her. 

Teel watched in horror as an older man approached her mother and put his hands on her, caressing Lanie's breasts with obvious enjoyment. 

The Black Rogue brushed the hair over Teel's left shoulder and whispered in her ear. "You look extremely sexy today. Being captive must agree with you." Teel struggled furiously in his hold. 

"It won't do you any good to fight me Teel. You're here until I decide to let you go," he threatened. 

Teel closed her eyes against the scene before her in confusion. Her mother wasn't doing anything to stop the man from touching her; she was in actuality arching up to meet his caresses. 

"I gave your mother to my father as a gift in response to your insolence. Tazian has been many months without a woman. He said no one has stirred him since my mother died, but he felt something when he saw your mother this morning," the Black Rogue enlightened. "You needn't worry that she won't enjoy his possession though, we gave her something special to help her adjust to her situation."

Teel didn't respond to the Black Rogue's taunting; she just stood in his hold seething, watching. 

Lanie was aware of what was happening, of what she had been given, and that her daughter was across the room. Lanie was no fool. She was a leader in her own right, and understood the power struggle that was going on between Teel and the Black Rogue. Lanie considered her options carefully as she writhed beneath Tazian. He really did know his way around a woman's body, and he had the most delightful hands. 

Lanie struggled to refocus her thoughts on the situation at hand. They couldn't escape, but that didn't mean they were defeated. Lanie refused to allow her daughter to become subservient or to lose one bit of the wild spirit that had guided her all her life. Lanie rolled over on top of Tazian, her decision made. 

Lanie slid down Tazian's hard length, lifted herself quickly, effected a quick rotation, and slammed herself back down. She repeated the motion again and again, moaning and sighing each time. Lanie knew how to drive a man wild, and she would give him pleasure without taking her own; that was a woman's power. 

Lanie raised her hands to her breasts, massaging them gently, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she continued her wild movements. When Tazian raised his hands to her hips to control her movements, she leaned over him, putting her breast in his mouth. She covered one of his hands with her own, bringing it between her legs to quickly distract him. 

Teel watched her mother in dawning comprehension as to what she was doing. Teel remembered the iron fist that her father had ruled with, but in the bedroom he had become as powerless as a kitten. Lanie had ruthlessly used her sexual power to control her husband both in and out of the bedroom. Teel had even caught them having sex in the kitchen once. After a time, she had come to accept it as the norm and had learned to ignore their escapades. 

Teel's eyes sparked with admiration as she watched her mother bring Tazian to a merciless orgasm. Lanie reigned in her own pleasure and rolled over next to him, struggling to catch her breath. The desire to touch herself was appallingly strong, and Lanie clenched and unclenched her hands in the folds of the bed linen beneath her determined not to give them the pleasure. Whatever they had given her, had only served to increase her normal sexual sensitivity and she was going up in flames just lying there. 

Lanie began a light pattern of squeezing and releasing her internal muscles, hoping for some mild relief, never anticipating the fierce orgasm that ripped through her a few minutes later. She arched up off the bed as the ripples of pleasure chased through her and threw her head back with clenched teeth, riding the wave to its end. 

Approbation gleamed in Tazian's eyes as he looked down at Lanie. He had initially taken her because she appealed to him, and his son thought it a fitting punishment for the daughter, but he knew in that moment that once was not enough and he had to have Lanie for his own on a permanent basis. Tazian climbed off the bed and headed out of the room. 

Teel tried to move towards her mother, but the Black Rogue dragged her from the room, back down the corridor they had just come through. He took Teel into his private quarters, instructing all the servants to leave, before directing Teel to undress and dance for him. The Black Rogue was already heavily aroused from that little scene in his father's bedroom, but he wanted to see Teel's desire flare up to meet his. What he wasn't expecting was Teel's adamant refusal.

"You will do as I say, or do you like seeing others punished for your bullheadedness," he threatened.

"Don't think me a fool," Teel denied him hotly. "Your father has no intention of letting my mother go. I saw the look in his eyes. He intends to keep her forever. So don't think you can threaten and coerce me with my mother as the bait," Teel angrily threw at him. 

The Black Rogue felt a further stirring at her refusal to submit to him, at her spirit; but he couldn't allow it to continue. "I wouldn't be so boorish as to use your mother again. Especially since you don't seem to care what happens to her," he coldly threw out knowing, it would inflame her. Knowing that the passion of rage could easily be turned to sexual passion. 

He moved within an inch of Teel, grabbing the fabric of her shift from around her neck and ripping it off of her. "I will not repeat my instructions to you again," he warned "The next time I ask you to do something I expect you to comply immediately. Nothing I say is negotiable, so no discussion is required. Your precious mother has already been used to make you suffer; it would be a shame if my anger spilled over onto the rest of your people as well." 

Teel stood in front him shaking with fury. Threatening her was one thing, and giving her mother away was quite another, but threatening her people was a whole other situation. She would give him what he wanted for now, she decided sadistically. "Fine," she acquiesced. "Whatever you want," she tacked on with a negligent shrug, her eyes promising retribution. 

Teel turned her back on the Black Rogue, taking one step back to bring her tight ass into close contact with his throbbing cock. Teel began a slow circular motion with her hips as she bent her knees and raised her arms over her head, slowly sliding down his rock hard body and back up before him. She wrapped one of her arms around his neck to anchor herself to a solid surface and continued her erotic undulations. 

Teel pulled away after she felt the hand curved around her hip tighten. She knew he was quickly approaching the moment when he would throw her on the bed and use her for his own ends. It wasn't that she despised his touch, she admitted to herself, far from it. She craved his wild and decadent ways, but free spirits had no owner, and she couldn't allow their relationship to go on as it had with him continually flexing his power over her. 

Teel moved over to the bed of her own free violation, crawling up on it, sensuously twirling her pert ass in small inviting circles as she crawled on the bed. Upon reaching the center she kneeled slightly with her feet touching, but her knees spread far apart, and began making small swirling circles, before dropping her hips to the bed. 

As the Black Rogue continued to stare, Teel let the circle get a little wider and the motions a little quicker. She was fast becoming lost to the erotic rhythm herself. Teel beckoned with her arms inviting him to come near. 

The Black Rogue swiftly disrobed and joined Teel on the bed. "Slide under me," she invited. The Black Rogue wasted no time in complying with her request. Teel immediately picked up the rhythm her mother had been using on his father a few moments before. 

Teel knew the rhythm was one her parents had loved. It was unique to their people, and though the Black Rogue couldn't see it, Lanie had been using a unique counting system that functioned on a series of internal squeezes and lifts. The counting allowed the woman to withhold her pleasure, increasing until it drove the man wild. Teel's people rarely used the technique for anything other than power and control, as Teel was about to do. 

Teel pushed herself down onto the Black Rogue's length forcefully. Her breath caught in her throat at the sensations. She had never had cause to use the secret rhythm, but it was addictive. One. 

She lifted herself back up half way and effected the rotation, four sets of internal squeezes as she slid back down. Two. 

She pulled back up, almost allowing him to fall out of her hot entrance and slid back down. Three. 

Teel lifted half way up again, slamming herself down hard, before effecting another half withdrawal, the rotation, and a hard downward thrust with five internal squeezes. Four. 

Teel went on and on and on, and the Black Rogue gave as good as he got, letting her move as she desired, his hands on her hips resting lightly as she slid up and down his length driving him wild. He lasted all the way up to seventeen, which was quite a feat, before he came in a burst of hot pleasure inside of Teel. Teel felt the urge to join him in his pleasure. It would be so easy to crest the wave and let herself be taken along, but she refused. 

Teel moved to pull away, and the Black Rogue's fingers tightened on her hips. Teel subsided, resting her face on his chest. The Black Rogue rolled her underneath him before his orgasm was anywhere near done chasing through him. Teel could still feel the tremors shaking his body as he pulsed inside her. 

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he withdrew and pressed deeply back inside. Teel looked up into his eyes, and knew that he recognized what she had been trying to do, that he had been aware of the rhythm her mother had been practicing on his father. She tried to pull back from what he wanted, but he wouldn't let her. His grip on her hips tightened considerably when he saw her mental refusal. He withdrew and pushed in again.

Teel felt the silent scream of pleasure released within her, but refused to give him the pleasure. She began working through a series of mental exercises her father had taught her. Teel was just beginning to get a measure of control over the pleasure, when the Black Rogue did something so unexpected. 

He withdrew, rotated, and pushed in halfway, before withdrawing and pushing in deep. He knew. How did he know? It was the only way the men of her culture had been able to bargain with the women. All of them had been trained since 13 to pleasure the opposite sex, and there were certain skills and styles that were passed down within families and certain ones that were distinct to the whole of the people. It was a move that put unbearable pleasure on the woman, and they invariable caved in within four to five reps.

"No," Teel denied, thrashing wildly beneath him as he repeated the move. Two. 

He thrust again. Three. 

Teel arched her spine and turned her head restlessly from side to side seeking some release. Four. 

She felt the breath catch in her throat; the pleasure was unbearable. Five. 

"Yes," Teel screamed, unable to hold back her impassioned cries any longer. Six. 

Teel squeezed her internal muscles to try and hold off his next thrust, knowing it would finish her off. The Black Rogue felt the resistance the second he moved to push back in, but it was the worst mistake Teel could have made. 

He pushed past her taunt muscles, and the friction it caused set off a chain of bursts inside of her. Three orgasms chased through her one right after the other, causing her whole body to shake, shiver, and convulse as she was overcome with pleasure. Her arms locked around his back as she held on for dear life, dragging the Black Rogue over the edge with her. 

Teel lay beneath the Black Rogue letting the pleasure run rampant, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it at that point. 

He caught her gaze and held it as he reveled in his own prowess, his ability to make her cum several times in the space of a few seconds was a rarity indeed. Even without the secrets of her people he could have made her cum whenever he wanted. The black look in her eyes indicated that she too recognized this truth. 

He felt no remorse for Teel. She would learn not to play sexual games with him. He was not his father, and he could not be controlled by a woman or sex.

Teel pushed against his shoulders when she finally caught her breath, struggling to remove herself from his oppressive presence. He always had to win, he always had to make her submit, he always had to be on top. He had let her take control of the sex in the beginning, but only because he knew he would be taking it back in the end. That was just how he was. He had to conquer. 

The Black Rogue let her slide from under him, but restrained her with a hand on her hip as she tried to move from the bed. "Lay with me awhile," he tempted with his dark good looks and his sex appeal. 

Teel bristled at this light request, knowing he would restrain her if she refused, and his anger would be riled, and he would take her again. Teel settled beside him, but promised to find a way to free her people within a fortnight from his threatening presence. They had to be free. Whatever else happened to her, she would see them free. 

"Rogue," she called over her shoulder.

""Mmm," he mumbled into the curve of her shoulder, dropping light kisses on her flesh.

"I'll see you in hell for what you did to my mother," she whispered.



The Prize Ch. 04



They just stared at each other, clearly at an impasse which Melissa thought was just plain silly.

She knew they both wanted the same thing, to get into each other's pants but Buck had all of a sudden developed a conscience. Not to mention that he developed one for her as well as if she needed it.

What she needed for him to do was to stop lecturing her about what she needed and start giving her what they both wanted.

"We don't have to do it on the hay bale," she said softly, "there's always the cot in the groom's room."

He looked in that direction clearly giving it some thought even though he had just sworn to her nothing was going to happen between them. Oh, she could come up with a list of ways to make the worst liar in the county out of him in just under a minute.

Beginning with that delicious bulge she had felt trying to break out of his denim pants, it had felt amazing beneath her fingers even sheathed by the cloth. She couldn't wait to get up close and personal with it. But the way Buck looked at her now, he didn't look convinced.

"It's too small..."

"Not if we cuddle up close it's not," she said, "We could start with missionary and work our way from there."

Ooh, that got his attention and she saw him catch his breath. His hands clenched at his side, she knew so they wouldn't follow the impulse burning through him to reach out and touch her.

To trace the lace of her camisole and slip his hands beneath it to palm her breasts which felt so damn heavy right now, wanting a man's hands on them, especially those laced with calluses from a lifetime of field work. But his hands remained obediently at his sides so she lifted up her own hands and palmed her breasts, while rubbing the fabric of the camisole against them.

That felt pretty good, of course not as good as if he'd been doing it but he clearly needed some coaching.

"Oh god..."

Did that come from her or from him? She'd been thinking that just now but his lips were parted slightly as if he'd actually said it.

"They're all yours tonight if you want...all you got to do is reach out and touch them."

Oh but he seemed loathed to do that, was she really that ugly or was his conscience much stronger than she'd ever guessed? Okay, now it might be the right time to peel her camisole right off of her body and liberate her breasts. She reached for it and he stopped her.

"Don't you dare...!"

She arched her brow at him, her fingers frozen on her camisole.

"Dare what...oh this...don't you want to see what's underneath?"

He closed his eyes briefly then and she knew when he took a gander at her creamy soft breasts, with nipples painted like wild roses, he'd have to adjust those jeans. She knew that nature had been generous with her though she hadn't always appreciated it. When he saw them for the first time, would he be able to keep his hands off of them?

God, she hoped not.

"You need to get your shirt..."

She folded her arms.

"Hell no, didn't you listen to what I said? I'm not lying for you and if you want me to sell your story, you know what I need first."

He sighed, his breath more ragged.

"How do you even know what you need?"

Her eyes flashed again and he knew she was getting angry which made her look all the sexier. That he didn't need right now so he tried to calm her down like he might an irate filly.

"Hey forget I said that," he said, "but you know what I mean. You have no experience."

She shrugged.

"That's why I'm here," she said, "I get some experience; you get a piece of ass. What's there to say no to?"

Looking at her standing there in her camisole and jeans that hugged that ass so nicely made it harder for him to do that...especially with his cock straining in his jeans wanting so badly to be released.

A vision of her pulling it out of his jeans and wrapping her mouth around the head just about stopped his heart. She'd do it in a second if he asked, but he didn't even as his cock ached for some serious suction, sliding up and down its shaft, as it sank deeper inside her mouth.

Her very inexperienced mouth, as untried as her pussy....he had to figure a way out of this situation quickly. But his libido began to argue with him, his hands itched to touch her skin, to toy with her nipples to get them hard just enough for his mouth to take over. She seemed to read his mind because she began rubbing her camisole in a way that proved maddening to a man trying to keep his hands to himself, and his cock in his pants. Did she know it was like sticking her fingers in a tiger's cage after he hadn't been fed in a week?

No clearly not, because she just smiled at him, licking her lips, the moistness of them made his cock twitch. Damn he needed it badly and he was losing patience.

If he lost control...no not an option. He needed her to do as he asked and go along with his story and then they could both just walk on out of there so they could each cool off.

"Like I said, I'm not leaving..."

His heart beat inside his chest, his skin tingled at the sight of her playing with the edge of her camisole teasing him. He grabbed her hand with his own to stop her and then he kissed her before he knew it.

His lips grasped at hers hungrily, nipping at the corners before he thrust his tongue into her mouth, rimming the inside with its tip. She gasped but didn't back away from him, rather she placed her hands on his hips while he circled her tongue with his own. That made her moan, and lean against him.

He felt his fingers inch towards her camisole and then slide underneath. Just an inch, brushing against the bare skin of her abdomen. She leaned against him even further and when she felt his bulge against her, she just looked at him.

That broke the spell and again he appeared tense.

"Melissa I can't..."

She looked straight at him.

"Oh yes you can...I need this and so do you..."

She reached for his hand then and placed it over her groin, where it rested, his fingers resting in the cleft of her jeans. Then before he knew what he was doing, he began leisurely rubbing one of his fingers and she arched against it. Her pussy hummed from the pressure of his finger on it and if she could get her clothes off, it'd only get better. She kept her gaze on him so he wouldn't break away and remember where she'd placed his hand. But the more he moved that finger, the more she purred.

"Oh god..."

Now she knew he had said it and his face...he looked more relaxed but his eyes still remained locked in hers.

"Let's take this to the other room okay?"

She said that softly, but her voice carried the tension of holding back from the sensations he was giving her, her pussy dampening and feeling swollen. That familiar ache in her pelvis, she needed something to fill it, something hard and unyielding.

He shook his head.

"No...not here...not in the barn..."

She looked up at him suddenly and he removed his hand from where it had pleasured her.

"Then where?"

He paused, looking agitated and she bit back a smile. What was wrong with him, she could fix.

"The empty cabin behind the barn," he said, "No one's using it."

She nodded, remembering that after Doc left last month, it had remained vacant. Oh, it would still be furnished and even cleaned up for the next tenant but no one would suspect anyone of using it.

"So you want in..."

He looked at her and stroked her face.

"Oh yeah, I want in but are you sure that's what you want?"

She stared back at him.

"Yeah isn't that just what I said?"

He looked at her intently, enough so she could make out the golden flecks in his brown eyes.

"Well you better decide now because once we get in the cabin..."

She heard what he said and her heart skipped a beat, her blood raced because she couldn't wait to meet the real Buck.

"It'll be my rules..."

Okay, she could deal with that because after all, he had all the experience and like he said, she had none.

"I like to be in control, are you fine with that?"

She sighed impatiently.

"Can we just leave before you change your mind again?"

He stroked a tendril of hair off of her face.

"Oh I'm not changing it," he said, "I'm giving you a chance to do that."

But no, she had no intention of doing that, not with her pussy already aching and wet before they'd even really gotten started. She might be a virgin but she knew what it'd take to relieve it.

"I'm not changing it...so forget that and just focus on how badly you want to fuck me."

Oh, that made his eyes dilate as he studied her and then he deftly pushed her against the hay bale, deftly opening up her thighs with his jean clad one.

"What..."

"Just a little taste of what you're in for..."

With that, he lifted his thigh up to where her jeans cloaked her pussy and began rubbing it back and forth...and when the sensations first reached her, she fought not to cry out. But he kept nudging up the friction bit by bit until she bit her lip, while her pussy started to throb from the pressure.

"You like that?"

She just nodded unable to speak.

"Then just imagine my cock sliding in that same sweet spot, back and forth with each thrust nudging those gorgeous pussy lips apart so I can slide my cock right inside its walls."

She just tried to breathe while he intensified the rubbing against her crotch. When she tried to fidget, he pressed her against the bale.

"You're sure you're ready for that my little virgin?"

She looked into his eyes and she wondered at that for a moment now that she knew it was time to get down and dirty.

But by that point, she only had one answer left to give him.

He kissed her again before they left the barn and she felt those delightful shivers through her body again. She placed her hands on his chest, but while his lips worked hers, she started clawing at it with her nails. Damn, where had this guy learned to kiss, if it could be called that at all?

His lips might be the only soft part of him, but they were firm enough to trail across her skin and leave a mark even if you couldn't see it. His mustache and the stubble on his jaw tickled and tormented her at the same time, as he slid his tongue in between her mouth. Not asking, but taking possession of it. She felt a jolt through her of wildness that originated inside him and she felt it and wanted more...what would his mouth feel like on other parts of her.

The nape of her neck, that stretch of skin between her neck and her shoulders....her breasts which hardened just at the thought of it and...oh man, she definitely wanted that mouth on her pussy before they were done. She could easily lie on her back with him in between her thighs, teasing her with his lips, her clit aching to be stroked and suckled by him. She'd come just from the fantasy if she weren't careful.

She sighed fidgeting as he kissed her jaw line.

"Are we ever going to get out of here?"

"Shhh...in a minute," he said, "You sure you want to rush into bed?"

"Well I want to get this party started," she said, "and find out what's underneath your clothes."

He chuckled and kissed her again, his hands splayed on her back, caressing it in ways that made her suck in her breath more than once.

"I thought you might want to take it a little slow"

She snorted.

"I've been taking it slow since I arrived here...and I've been waiting so I think it's time to show me what you got in those pants."

He sucked in his breath then at his boldness. Sometimes she acted like a little minx teasing him in ways men shouldn't be teased. Not when they were rock hard in their jeans and one feminine touch would set their skin on fire. If she weren't careful, she'd be introduced to his rope collection at some point tonight.

But then again, if she was looking for a hearts and flowers guy, she was definitely in the wrong place. Then he remembered what was in his pocket anted into the pot during the poker match.

"I've only got one rubber on me so we're going to have to make the most of it."

She smiled at him and touched his face with her fingers.

"That's okay cowboy, I'm covered," she said, "I'm on the pill..."

That astonished him.

"You're what...but..."

She sighed, furrowing her brow in a way that made him want to reach out with his fingers to smooth the tension out of her.

"Well being the only woman on a ranch of guys," she said, "thought it to be better safe than sorry...so if you want to go all night..."

He chuckled.

"I think that'll be too much for a first timer," he said, "Wouldn't want to send you home sore."

She sighed again.

"Don't worry about that," she said, "I can't believe guys are so hung up over a piece of tissue I probably lost to a horse years ago."

He cupped her face in his hands.

:"A woman's first time is supposed to be special."

Oh that riled her up again as she just looked up at him.

"Buck, I never had you pegged as a romantic," she said, "but that's not what I need or want."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want some of that raw power between your legs," she said, "and don't worry about hurting me with it. I'm tougher than I look."

He smiled but even though he wanted inside her pants and that pussy he didn't want to hurt her. But he'd never been known as a gentle lover either with the women in his bed. He liked fast, hard and wet, the kind of sex that a girl like her would run and hide from, because despite what she said, he knew she wanted to be wooed into bed, not pressed against the mattress with more power between her thighs than she could handle.

"So why don't you show me this cabin...beginning with the bedroom."

He smiled at her eagerness which matched that which sprung up inside himself though he kept it hidden.

"Who says we're starting in the bedroom?"

She went to grab her shirt and slipped it back on her camisole, buttoning it up too quickly to line them up right. Oh well, it'd just be coming back off again when they reached the cabin so no worries there.

He looked at her and slipping his arm around her shoulder, they walked to the entrance and opened the door.

Quietness met them instead of a group of horny ranch hands living vicariously through Buck tonight while he nailed his prize. They walked across the clearing to the other side of the barn and she saw the cabin ahead. It was fairly crude from the outside but actually boasted plumbing inside including a bathroom, just next to the kitchenette. She knew this because she had cleaned it out between residents.

The large sized bed was in the living room across from the fireplace and next to a small office area. Comforters were folded at the edge of the bed and it had two nice pillows, and unlike many of the beds on the ranch, it was postered. When he opened up the door, it was the first thing she saw when he flipped on the lights switch, the setting where Buck would break her in by the end of the night. The thought of that quickened her breath and she felt nervous for the first time. She had fantasized about a moment like this but never thought it'd happen.

He picked it up and looked at her.

"Having second thoughts?"

She shook her head.

"No...are you?"

He responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling into another one of his toe curling kisses. Gently sucking on her mouth while he claimed it, and this time she slid her tongue inside his mouth first, marveling in his taste. God, the little minx, he thought, darting it around in dizzying circles inside, flirting with his own tongue. Just like that, she had turned the tables on that kiss. She reached down and cupped his ass in her hands and squeezed it.

"Melissa..."

She broke the kiss and just looked at him.

"You don't like a woman's hands on your ass," she said, "I'm going to need something to hold onto when we go riding."

His breath hissed at her words and he ran his fingers over her back itching to take another look at that camisole before he ripped it right off of her.

"I like it just fine," he said, "I thought you'd want to slow this down a notch now that we're here."

She looked around the room again and it hit her then. Yeah, she was here with more than six feet of red blooded man, his lips had left her mouth tingling and his hardness against her waist, weakened her legs. God, she needed it so bad and she barely had an idea of what it was, but they just needed to get naked and fuck already. He read her eyes and saw that there, but rushing things wouldn't work...no not with the newer fillies who had never felt a man's weight on their backs. And the woman in front of her might seem eager, but she never had a man burn the insides of her thighs with his stubble, and never wrapped her legs around a man, so tightly her muscles cramped. Her pussy had never been breached by anything belonging to a man and she'd never screamed his name when his cock stretched her nearly to the point of pain as he thrust inside its snug walls.

Did she really have any idea of what she was in for with him? She didn't look like at this point she even cared. He just looked at her and then he stepped away from her. Not the direction he wanted to go because his fingers itched to tear through those buttons of her shirt. But...instead he stood back and watched.

"Take it off...your shirt," he said, "And work every button...no rushing, I want to see every little bit of your skin at a time."

She just shot a look at him and he thought she might argue but she just swallowed and her fingers reached for her top button. Did they tremble slightly as she worked it loose or was that his imagination? Her face still had that brazen look and her body stood poised as if she knew what she was doing with him. If she had any nervousness, any fears beneath the surface in what lay ahead, he'd discover them soon enough.

Her speed quickened a bit as she worked her way down her shirt, and his eyes widened at the sight of the camisole teasing him from underneath it. Oh, he loved the silky feel of it under his hands but even it had to come off soon. But not right away, he thought because he wanted the unwrapping of his prize to take place slowly...

She reached the bottom finally and tentatively slid the shirt off of her shoulders and let it fall on the floor. His hands oh, they itched to slide over the sheerness of it and then peel it off slowly, from the top or bottom, didn't matter as long as he could see her skin beneath.

Not to mention those breasts, he had felt the nipples against him already, and he wanted at some point to suck them one at a time inside his mouth, to see if they tasted like ripe cherries. But not now...he had to control himself because he didn't want her to run out of the cabin. Despite her bravado, Buck knew she rode a razor fine line between desire and fear, the combination of which intoxicated him. His cock pushed against his jeans and he shifted his position, as he watched her looking at him.

"Now the jeans...slowly...I want to enjoy every inch of those nice long legs," he said, "and find out what color panties you've been wearing."

She sighed.

"I like all colors," she said, "It's the only way I remember that I'm a woman sometimes."

He chuckled heartedly, his chest rumbling.

"Oh I can help you with that problem," he said, "find all different kinds of ways to remind you what you are Melissa."

She cast him a challenging look even while she stood there wearing fewer clothes than him.

"And what's that?"

He licked his lips.

"A woman not aware of her effect on the men around her," he said, "Including me."

Her voice caught.

"Oh I know...I've always known," she said, "I'm just not running away..."

He saw her tremble then and her hands moved to the snap on her jeans as she unbuttoned it while he watched. She unzipped them and slowly slid them over her hips and down her thighs, and lo and behold, she wore some black bikini panties, the silkiness sheathing her sex. Oh man, his cock jumped at the sight, and he groaned, the way the cut accentuated her tanned legs, marred only by a silvery scar across one where some barbed wire had caught her when she got thrown by a horse. Right now, it looked like an arrow mapping out the direction to her pussy as if he needed it. He'd trail kisses all the way up to it, when he had the chance.




The Prize Ch. 05



Teel lay beside the Black Rogue thinking of ways to free her people. If she did free them where would they go? So far the Black Rogue had not sold any of them into slavery and as far as she was aware her mother would be given space to meet with her people. There would be no problem communicating the plan, she just needed to come up with one. She tried to inch away from the Black Rogue, but his hand tightened on her hip in his sleep. Teel subsided with great displeasure. Even in his sleep he wanted to control her. 

How to escape? They didn't have any means of traversing the ocean unless they stole a ship. That could be arranged if they found a way to distract the men on the pier, but then again these men were highly sexed so it wouldn't take too much effort to distract them. 

Teel smiled to herself as a plan began to form. She would inform her mother on the morrow. 

* * * * *

Teel awoke to the Black Rogue stroking her clit. It was pointless to try and deny the raging fire that he had stoked to life in her sleep. Besides, it would probably be best not to refuse him anything so long as she was in the process of carrying out her plan. The last thing she needed was to be locked away from her people. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs for him. He immediately stopped.

"Why did you spread your legs," he questioned warily.

"Didn't you want me to," she answered obtusely.

"Of course I wanted you to, but you never do what I want without me using force. Why did you spread your legs," he asked again.

"I just wanted to," she prevaricated. "I want the pleasure. Is that so hard to believe," she fronted, not understanding why he was questioning her, but not wanting him to get suspicious. If he wanted her to fight him then she would. 

"Yes, it is," he answered and began stroking her clit again. 

Teel closed her legs around his hand, preventing any movement on his part. He raised an eyebrow questioning this latest move, which was in direct contrast with her claim of a minute ago that she wanted the pleasure. 

"You apparently prefer it when you have to take things from me, so I am giving you the opportunity to do so," she explained.

"Actually, I prefer it when you act naturally. This is not a play that you need to contrive your actions to," he rebuked. 

Teel opened her legs, pushed his hand from between them and rolled away from him. "Is that natural enough for you? I was sleeping until you woke me up, so I'd be willing to bet I could get back to sleep if you left me alone."

The Black Rogue pulled her back over towards him, kissing her lips and chuckling. 

"Get up. I have a surprise for you," he promised before rolling out of bed. "We will wash together and afterwards we will go see your surprise." 

"Will you have sex with me while we're washing," she asked impudently.

"Do you want me to," he asked with mild interest.

"No. I don't," she lied.

"Then I will have to convince you otherwise," he parried. "Lets go."

Teel followed mutinously after him, defiance shining from every line of her body. She hadn't forgiven or forgotten what he had done to her mother. It took him only minutes to melt through her resistance and in less than an hour he had possessed and redressed her. Teel was led through several winding corridors and out one of the side entrances. They headed in the direction of a gleaming white building shaded by acres of forest. 

"Your mother's new home," he informed her, waving her through the entrance. She was pleasantly surprised to see all the elderly and children assembled before her mother. He had honored his word. Teel felt a twinge of regret that she would have to betray his trust, but the needs of her people must always come first. Her chin tilted up a notch as she mentally reaffirmed her dedication.

"There are separate rooms for all the inhabitants and they will live here indefinitely as you requested. Except your mother."

Teel turned questioning eyes up to him. She knew before he spoke that his father had something to do with the arrangement

"My father wishes her presence in his bed at night."

Teel couldn't smother the scoff that escaped her or the murmured, "Why am I not surprised?"

He didn't bother to respond to her provocation and instead kissed her cheek as he left her to convene with her people. "I will expect you back before dark."

"As you wish," she demurred, tongue in cheek with a tiny bow. The Black Rogue wandered off smiling.

Teel cornered her mother as soon as she had the opportunity. She wasted no time in releasing the details of her plan to Lanie. 

"You are as bright as your father could have wished," Lanie complimented. Teel lowered her head in humility, showing herself worthy of leadership and accepting the compliment at the same time. "But you cannot possibly leave," her mother continued. "He would come for you, and in so doing find us all. If we are to have any chance at all, you must stay behind."

A single tear rolled down Teel's cheek, but she accepted her mother's wisdom without question. "Then I will do as you say and stay behind."

Lanie pulled her daughter close in a comforting embrace knowing the sorrow and pain Teel must be feeling. It was never easy to make sacrifices for one's people, but if it was necessary a true leader would do so.

Teel withdrew from her mother's embrace after a time, gathering herself together to do what must be done. "I must return to him now mother, but pass on these plans to those who need to know. Tell no one the final coordinates except the captains. And any who wishes to stay behind may do so, but at risk to himself."

"All will be well daughter." Lanie offered her daughter's hand a reassuring squeeze before releasing her out to the night. 

Teel did not immediately go in search of the Black Rogue. Instead she returned to her room trying to calm her chaotic thoughts. She sat there for an endless time trying to come to grips with her destiny, but finally losing the battle and falling in a heap of tears on the bed. Her misery was so great she didn't notice the Black Rogue standing by the door watching her, wondering at what had caused her unhappiness, but he knew it would hurt her further for him to catch her crying so he quietly retreated, leaving her in peace. 

When she had no more tears to cry, Teel rose from the bed tired, drained, and full of cold purpose. She repaired the damage to her face before calling one of the servants to assist her with reassembling her hair. She dressed carefully for dinner that evening ensuring that none of the signs of her distress showed. She sat beside the Black Rogue quietly at dinner and then overcompensated for her reticence with her performance in bed. 

The Black Rogue didn't know what to make of her as he held her sleeping form in his arms. He brushed gentle kisses along her brow and the curve of her cheek trying to project his strength into her. No matter how hard he tried to please her, what he gave her, she didn't seem to be getting any happier. He had dressed her in the finest cloths and precious jewels when she had arrived and she had raged at him that night. He had given her mother the dwelling she had requested and she cried her eyes out. Perhaps he would speak to her mother and see if she could help. 

With that small spark of hope glistening on the horizon, the Black Rogue fell into a fitful sleep and awoke well before dawn leaving Teel to continue sleeping. He paced restlessly in the courtyard until he finally saw Lanie crossing to her new home. 

"Good morning," he greeted.

Lanie glanced over in surprise? "Good morning," she greeted somewhat hesitantly. What could have brought him here?

"I was hoping to have a word with you about your daughter."

"Oh," Lanie flushed with shame. Here they were planning an escape and he was full of concern for the woman who wanted nothing more than to be free of him. "Please come in," she invited.

He wasted no time in making his reasons for visiting known. "Your daughter is growing more restless and unhappy each day. What can I do to help her?"

Lanie lowered her head. Life could be so unfair. She sighed deeply and looked over at the powerful man who had had no other option than to come to her. A woman, who for all intents and purposes, was little more than a love slave. To his father, but a love slave all the same. She knew it hurt his pride to come to her thus. She could only surmise that his need was great. At least she didn't have to add lying to all her others sins; the truth would do well enough in the circumstances. 

"My daughter has been given freedom since she was born and she feels stifled by your presence and your culture. She doesn't enjoy feeling like a possession and she is not happy having to kow tow to you."

He recoiled from the unkindness in her words and more so from the tinges of truth littered all throughout. 

"I will marry your daughter," he promised.

"It makes little difference if you continue to treat her in the same manner as you have done," she gently scolded. "Can you not let her go," she entreated gently. "That is the easiest and surest way to ensure her happiness."

"Never." His answer was vehement and prompt. He didn't need to think about the possibilities. He would never willingly let her go.

Lanie shuddered at the possessiveness in his voice and knew she had told Teel truly when she had said he would follow her. 

"Well then there is nothing else I can suggest to help you. I'm sorry," Lanie apologized, her voice laced with regret. She rose from her seat and turned away from the Black Rogue. He felt her block him out and knew he would get no further help from her. Lanie's only concern was for her daughter and he had condemned himself in her eyes by refusing Teel the only thing that could make her happy. He left without another word bristling that she had made him feel guilty.

He found Teel in the gardens digging up poppy root and chamomile plants. "Cooking tonight," he drawled lazily, smiling at the picture she made with smudges of dirt on her cheek.

"No," she replied, "Her calm and cool attitude of days before restored in all its glamour. "I am preparing to treat the illnesses of my people. I am a skilled herbalist amongst other things."

"And the chamomile is for..." he prompted her.

"This is a strange land. Some of the women have trouble sleeping. It is also good for pain, which I'm sure many of the pleasure slaves must be suffering, such as Ashli." She raised her left eyebrow as she said 'Ashli' reminding him of her hot displeasure that the girl was being used harshly by her owner. "It can also be used for--"

The Black Rogue listened as her voice continued to drone on in the same informative tone, but something about her sent warning bells ringing in his head. The answer finally clicked after a moment. Poison.

"Chamomile can also be deadly when mixed with disproportionate amounts of poppy seed, or weren't you going to mention that," he asked, cutting her off.

"I would need more than you have here to poison everyone, wouldn't I?"

"Maybe you only want to poison me," he construed.

"If I wanted to kill you Rogue," a sweet smile lighting her face, " I would just slide a blade between your ribs while you slept."

"Yes, I've wondered why you haven't already."

"It hasn't suited my purposes just yet."

"See that it never does," he warned.

"I'll see what I can do," she promised, insolence dripping from every word. 

Grasping her chin in a punishing grip he brought Teel's eyes around to meet his. "Do not defy me Teel."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Teel refused to let her eyes flinch away from his despite the aggression she could feel coming from him. She was through being bullied. In few days she wouldn't have to worry about what hold he had over her and then she would show him the real Teel. The one he had met that first day on the ship. Her mouth remained shut but her eyes made the promise her lips longed to yell. Just you wait.

Before he knew his own mind, he had her tipped on her back, her dress around her waist and was buried deep inside her. Teel turned her face away, trying with every breath to deny the instantaneous pleasure that only he could arouse. 

"If you killed me Teel, who would pleasure you like this, hmm?" he questioned, ripping her top from shoulder to waist and watching her breast jiggle each time he reared into her sweet flesh. 

Teel melted all around him, her hands digging into his shoulder, her legs wrapped tight around his waist, but her heart never thawed. "This proves nothing other than that you're a good lover. You'll never have control of me."

Her insolent words were the last straw. The Black Rogue withdrew from her abruptly and dragged her to her feet, half carrying her, half dragging her to their room. "Everyone out," he yelled, depositing her on the bed and securing her wrists and ankles before she could do more than aim a few misplaced kicks and punches. Teel squirmed and wriggled on the bed, more angry than she could ever remember being. Every cell in her body demanding a fight. 

The Black Rogue left the room for a second and reappeared with a chalice in his hand. He opened a drawer beside the bed and removed a brush, which he swirled in the chalice.

"My beautiful defiant Teel." He laughed. Teel's hand itched with the desire to slap his handsome face, but she was powerless to do more than glare her hatred at him. He began to stroke the brush over her body, starting at her toes. Covering each body part with a thin layer of the syrupy liquid. 

Teel felt a sickening languor began to fall over her everywhere the brush touched and she feared what he would do to her. He covered her body up to her neck and then began again at her toes. Teel shuddered, her body going up in flames from the inside. Her thighs rubbed restlessly together as she tried to assuage the growing restless pulse.

"Untie me," she bid him, her head lolling from side to side.

"In due time," he promised. He continued brushing the liquid over her until she was covered in several coats. At last he dipped the handle of the brush in the liquid and pushed it between her thighs into her lush folds. Teel bucked against the motion; the resulting pleasure stole her breath away. Finally Rogue put the brush down and traced one finger down her arm. Everywhere his finger touched was laced with a hot fire of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"What do you think would happen if I touched your nipple," he asked pseudo questioningly. They both knew he knew. They both knew what would happen. 

His long fingers brushed the side of her breast and Teel's back arched under the intensity of pleasure that touch evoked. God, he was killing her. She saw his hand reach out again and tried to flinch away from it, afraid of the agony and pleasure it would bring. He laughed that same mocking laugh and moved away from her, again reaching into the drawer beside the bed. This time he pulled out a cloth. 

"Maybe if you couldn't see, you would be more willing to accept my touch." Teel twisted to avoid him, but every motion of her body caused unbearable pleasure to course through her and she felt she was doing more harm than good as she felt an orgasm chase through her. It was while she was crying out her pleasure and shaking from the force of the orgasm that he managed to secure the blindfold over her eyes. But if she thought the orgasm would ease her suffering she was very much mistaken. The tremors coursing through her body brought pleasure every time her flesh moved, every time she breathed. She felt his breath between her thighs and fell into another torturous orgasm. 

"My god," she cried out, twisting against the cloth holding her wrists and ankles. "Please," she begged.

He placed a light kiss against her clit, and she exploded into a million tiny pieces again. She could barely catch her breath before she fell into another wave of mind blowing pleasure. 

"Mercy, Rogue. Mercy," she cried, but he refused to give any quarter and continued. Again and again he brought her to orgasm with little more than a touch, a breath, and with each one she lost a little piece of herself. 

The sky outside grew dark and still he tormented her. So long as the syrupy liquid remained, Teel was uncommonly sensitive to even the slightest stimuli. Finally Teel accepted the fact that he would kill her with pleasure. She was surprised and thankful a second later when he pulled away. Teel sucked in a lung full of air praying it was over. 

Rogue paced around the bed, watching her through half closed eyes. He was clearly aroused, but she was thankful he didn't push into her flesh. She probably would die from the sensations in her current state.

"I don't know what to do with you Teel," he revealed, his thoughts clearly far from settled. "I have half a mind to leave you here like this for the rest of our lives." 

Teel couldn't withhold the slight whimper of dismay the thought caused.

"Yes, I imagined you wouldn't like that very much, but we both know that as soon as I release you you'll be back to the spitting tiger who loves to defy me. What should I do with you Teel?"

Her answer was immediate. "Release me."

"The same words your mother used."

Her yes widened. "You talked to my mother?"

"Yes. She advised me to let you go too, but I refused her, and I refuse you."

"You pig!" She spat. All the anxiety she felt over her escape plan evaporated in that moment. He was a selfish bastard and he didn't care who was happy so long as he was. "When you release me I'll kill you. I swear it!" 

Rogue was on her so fast she didn't have time to breathe another word. He slid between her thighs with ease. She reared off the bed as the pleasure ripped through her. Every inch he slid triggered a new reaction and she thrashed wildly underneath him unable to deal with the waves of pleasure. He pressed into her relentlessly knowing her body wouldn't be able to handle the overload, furious with her for pushing him into this sort of behavior. Teel collapsed in his arms just as he knew she would. Sensory overload resulting in a black out. 

He pulled out of her and retreated to wash himself. He had gotten the syrupy liquid all over himself when he had taken her body so ruthlessly and it affected him as strongly as it affected her. He returned to the bedroom less than an hour later to find her shifting about on the bed, her discomfort obvious, the reason for it obvious as well. She was on fire and he intended to keep her that way all night. Teel's eyes widened as she saw him, as she witnessed the fury still evident on his face, and his erect flesh. She feared he meant to enter her again.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, as he approached the bed.

"No you're not," he negated, "But you will be."

As she feared, he slid between her thighs and continued pumping into her. Teel fell apart in his arms so quickly she screamed. She was afraid of the intensity to his love making, the aggressiveness of it. He continued working his way in and out of her, so fast she couldn't catch her breath. She was drowning in an ocean of pleasure and he was disinclined to save her. She felt the edges of exhaustion creeping up on her as her body shuddered through another orgasm. "Rogue." She screamed his name as she blacked out again. 

He pulled out of her, looking down into her serene face. He felt only slightly regretful of what he was doing to her, but he would do it again if he had the chance. She needed to be tamed. Every time he showed her mercy, she showed herself undeserving of it, and so tonight she would see what it was like not to have his mercy. Her lashes fluttered as she regained consciousness, and he slid back into her lush folds.



The Prize Ch. 05



Oh had he just told her to stand still, Melissa asked herself when all she wanted to do was move her body against his, even though it hardly seemed fair that he still had all his clothes on.

While she stood in front of him dressed only in a camisole and panties, and the dampness in between her legs reminded her of what she wanted. She folded her arms as he stared at her, watching him carefully too. If she took her eyes off of him for one second, would he choose that moment to sweep her off the ground and take her to the bed?

"So what do we do now?"

He just smiled at her.

"Because I'm just about naked and you're still dressed."

He sighed taking one step closer to her.

"Not nearly naked enough," he said, "but I want you to do something for me."

She tried to keep her voice calm, to see nonchalant, though her heart pounded in her ears.

"What?"

"Touch yourself..."

"Where...?"

"You know where...but start with those tits I know you've been hiding beneath that camisole. Make me see those nipples through the fabric."

That she could do, because she did it enough in private mostly while she fantasized that it was him touching her. But now that they were together...she didn't have to rely on getting herself off did she?

"If you're man enough, you'd do it yourself."

He chuckled again clearly amused rather than offended.

"Oh I plan to do that, but ladies first..."

She snorted.

"I'm not a lady..."

"Oh I know that Melissa. It's just an expression."

She shrugged and she reached to touch her breasts with her own hand, with the camisole rubbing against them. But she stopped.

"This is hard with you standing there and watching."

"Then close your eyes until you feel you can't any longer."

So she did that and she relaxed as she stroked her breast through the material and felt the tingling reach beneath as her breasts firmed and when she cupped them, she arched her body to increase those sensations.

She thought she heard him groaning but continued, playing with the lace as she moved her hands over her breasts pretending they were his hands and holding onto his promise that they would be later on. As she continued, she felt turned on not just by her own touch but knowing that the man she had used in her fantasies was watching her, just a few feet away.

"Oh you've got nice ones I can see that," he said, "now move those fingers of yours a little lower."

So she flirted with her abdomen, the strip of it that showed between the camisole and her panties and then she slid one hand over the fabric that hid her pussy from him. She took deep breaths as she began with circular stroking almost tender in how she rubbed herself. When she tried to slide her fingers beneath her panties, he put a stop to that pretty quick.

"No...only mine will touch you there," he said, "now see if you can make yourself come keeping your hands over your clothes."

She exhaled at that because she had felt the stirrings of tension winding up deep inside of her pushing her close to the abyss but only teasingly so.

"I don't know if I can..."

"Oh yes you can," he said, "just think about how primed that pussy's going to be for what's coming later on...the more wet you are, the better you'll feel."

Okay, she could handle that so she intensified the pressure of her fingers, stroking where the silk panties rode over the cleft between her pussy lips. Oh god, she felt that and the familiar vibrations began to spill over and she bit her lip.

"Don't hold it back," he said, "I want to see your face...oh god...you look so fucking beautiful right now."

That made her body swell with even more pleasure and she released it, the pulsations in her pussy causing her to cry out and then she leaned against the wall. He walked towards her then and by the time she withdrew from her panties, it felt slick from her dew which had soaked the fabric. He took hold of her hand and tenderly licked her fingers, suckling at the droplets and oh god, that threatened to send her over the edge especially when he slid his mouth over her fingers, sucking them. How could she guess that her fingers were somehow connected to the pussy that they had just fondled until just now?

Then he did something that really shook her up. He slid his hand underneath her panties while looking straight at her. She felt his calluses rubbing against her lips, guarding her entrance and after a moment, he brought his hand out again and then gently prodded her mouth with his fingers drenched in her dew.

"Taste yourself," he said, "Come on just a little bit..."

She opened her mouth and his fingers slid inside and she tasted her arousal while he stroked the inside of her mouth with those fingers. But the power he held over her with that one single act threatened to overwhelm her, she couldn't let him have it.

"So now I get to watch you jack off right," she said, "because I bet your cock's about to explode right now."

He grimaced, his expression belying anything he might say otherwise. She wanted to reach into his pants and release that erection and to do it for him. But she'd never even seen it before and she wondered what it would look like, how it'd feel in her grasp. And how quickly could she control the pace of what was happening if she made him putty in her hands?

Because she wanted to skip all this foreplay and get to the main event...her orgasm had just taken the edge off of the fullness in her groin.

"I need you Buck..."

She didn't even try to hide her emotions that fed that statement and he looked at her thoughtfully as his hands rode over her breasts which caused a gasp to escape her lips, but he didn't remain there nearly long enough. He moved towards the hem of her camisole and then he tugged it upward and she realized what he was doing.

So she helped him by lifting her arms off so he could slip it off of her, leaving her dark curls brushing in front of her shoulders and her full breasts exposed to him for the first time. Oh god, when he saw them what did he think...she liked her breasts once she stopped fearing the response they elicited in the men around her. The only way to do that was to look at their abilities to entice them like the one in front of her. Then he moved his hands to his own shirt and whipped it off more quickly, exposing that magnificent chest of his that rippled with muscles from a life of hard work, and sprigs of dark hair she longed to twist around her fingers to see if he'd like it. But what heightened her anticipation were the coppery discs which were his nipples, oh she definitely wanted to taste them. His abs were hard and taut and she saw where a stripe of dark hair disappeared beneath his jeans. Oh, they definitely had to come off soon, so she could follow it all the way to his cock.

He pressed her against the wall then, his weight preventing her movement but the way the hair on his chest teased her breasts before flattening them, she didn't care and his mouth assaulted her neck...coaxing the skin inside, just enough to fit between his teeth. A gentle nip or two nearly made her jump.

"So what do you want now," she said, breathing hard.

He smiled lazily, though his eyes looked as charged as she felt.

"I want to taste you..."

His mouth traveled down her neck and in between the hollow of her breasts lapping at the beads of perspiration while she tried not to hyperventilate. If she fainted, would he catch her?

But he slid his mouth around her breasts kissing them while he palmed them and god, if she didn't arch against him begging for more, she'd go crazy. He flirted with her nipples as she braced herself for when he'd slip one in his mouth. He tongued them first, tracing the edges of the aureole all the way around...she tried to clench the wall with her fingers but it proved too slippery.

Then he popped a nipple in his mouth and suckled on it, and she had to fight to keep stil for him. Not that she wanted to, but his hand pressed her against the wall and she fidgeted while he sucked her nipple, twirling his tongue around it in his mouth.

Far from hard and fast he was intent on playing with her at first like he did now. She felt so on edge that one nudge would send her toppling and that's when Buck's mouth left her breasts and descended even lower. Some kisses on her belly, a tongue lick in her navel that sent an electric charge through her and then she sensed him at mouth level with her pussy.

Still encased in silk, it remained out of his reach or so she thought until she felt the gentle tug...which meant that he had taken his mouth to her panties, and then his tongue stroked the cleft where...she felt the excitement build up when he'd been tonguing her breasts. He nipped at her panties and continued to tongue her through the already dampened fabric and then she felt his fingers on the elastic as he lowered her panties down just enough to give him access to her pussy.

He sucked in his breath when he saw it for the first time. Nestled within soft dark curls and the lips looked like pink rose petals that might turn scarlet later on, emphasizing the passion inside of her. He wanted to stroke in between those lips with his fingers and thrust one inside of her to feel her tightness, how snugly she would wrap around his cock. But he used his tongue to lap in between the delicious folds, tasting her earlier arousal and sliding it back and forth while she cried out above him. Gripping the muscular globes of her ass, he mouthed her lips, tugging at them gently and she tensed in his grip.

"Oh Buck..."

"Like that don't you..."

Like didn't even begin to describe it, but it scared her too. When he had his mouth on her pussy, she was powerless against him. She had never let a man have any kind of control over her and she wasn't going to start now. The pleasure that threatened to rip her inside out all over again just fed that fear. Oh god, what had she gotten herself into here, how did she ever think she could handle a man like Buck? When he took her on that bed a few feet away, she'd be even more powerless, as he coaxed her to embrace even greater pleasure. No, she had to find a way to keep control, to let him know that even when he rode her, she'd hold the reins.

But right now when he mouthed her pussy, all she wanted to do was scream and then melt in his arms while he took care of her. No, she rejected that almost immediately. After all, she had raised herself.

He nursed her pussy patiently with his tongue, changing his licks and his nips just enough to keep her guessing, to keep her from feeling complacent in his grasp. He wanted her on edge, on her toes and ready when he wanted her to be. The shards of pleasure intensified and the way he used that to increase the torment as he thrust his tongue inside her for the first time.

She'd arch her back if she could because that just nearly made her pass out.

Buck tongued the pussy in front of him marveling in its exquisiteness. Like snowflakes no two were alike but hers was soft pink in a way that made his cock twitch in his pants and he knew if he stroked it enough, it'd turn darker and its lips would swell and part making plenty of room for his cock.

He felt her tense up even as he pleasured her and knew she warred with herself. Women like Melissa who grew up working alongside only men had learned not to rely on them. And considering how aware most of them were of a young woman in their midst, not to trust them either. He knew she would give him a hell of a ride but she'd have to win her own battle with herself first. To experience great pleasure, she'd have to surrender a part to him she hadn't to anyone.

And he'd have to help her.

Tying her up on the bed while he sunk his cock inside of her, taking her virginity with it might be one idea but she'd probably fight him on that and he'd rather coax this filly than fight her.

"Melissa...just relax and go with it..."

He sucked gently on her pussy and she cried out, and he knew the pleasure that had been pushing against her resistance would overwhelm her with one...two...and a third slide of his tongue along her pussy before thrusting it inside of her.

"Oh....god..."

She cried out then and he felt her orgasm against his mouth, the taste of her dew coating his lips...succulent as he licked his mouth. She threatened to melt in front of him but he felt her fight it.

He stood up to where he was at eye level now and he saw a kaleidoscope of emotions in her face.

"Buck...."

"Yeah, most women love when a guy goes down on them..."

She furrowed her brow tightly as she tried to slow her breathing. It had been much better, beyond anything she could imagine when she stroked herself off but...way too powerful. Her eyes glanced towards the door and then at Buck and he looked at her.

Was she about to leave him, was what they shared too intense, he knew that if she felt she were weak in front of him, she'd bolt.

She'd leave the cabin even barely dressed. Reaching down for her panties, she pulled them back up, her fingers trembling while looking at him. The bravado had left her face and what replaced it, flashed by too quickly for him to keep up.

Maybe it was time to find some rope...but before he could move away he had a better idea.

Buck looked at the woman who had just pulled up her panties in front of him and decided to forget the rope tonight. All she needed was a little bit more coaxing, to give her enough rein so she'd think she was in charge right up to the moment he thrust his cock inside of her. Then she'd settle down and take what he had to give her and she'd take him where he wanted to go.

She looked him in the eye, the man who now held her between a wall and his even harder body. Her pussy still humming from the orgasm he'd given her with his mouth but she still eyed the door.

"Don't go...when you came here with me, you knew what you wanted."

"So did you when you won that poker match."

"Stay the night and we can both get what we want."

She shook her head.

"No...you'll get everything."

He pressed his body against hers knowing exactly what she meant but long enough in his arms, she wouldn't care.

"Don't go."

She sighed, her breath still uneven.

"You're in my way."

He braced himself by placing his hands on the wall on either side of her and he looked intently into her eyes, searing a pathway there.

"We're not done."

Oh she knew that was true but she'd ceded him too much control over her already. She never wanted any man to think he owned her even for a moment and when she had been writhing under his mouth, she sensed his possession and now, she knew it hadn't been enough for him.

"There's so much more I want to do with you."

She felt heady from the intensity of his words and she felt her body tense again.

"But you still have your pants on," she said to keep it light.

"I can fix that," he answered with a smile.

He watched her carefully while he unsnapped his pants, lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans down his thighs sculpted by years in the saddle not to mention hiking through every kind of terrain. He wore black briefs which sheathed the bulge of his erection and now with most of his clothes off, he looked as magnificent as she'd imagined in her fantasies.

She thought he'd discard his briefs as well but he reached for her again, his hands settling on her shoulders and he kissed her mouth, more intently than earlier. Her own lips felt invigorated and responded, her hands touching his bare chest. His muscles there twitched beneath her fingers and she marveled at the warmth of his skin.

She knew he wasn't the only one simmering inside with heat.

He reached his hands in front of her and palmed her breasts while he slipped his tongue in between her lips. His hands nearly spanned their roundness and he massaged them gently while tonguing inside her mouth. The pressure of his hands there felt wondrous and she sighed as he used that to pin her against the wall again while he explored her mouth again. She felt the reverberations of pleasure from what he did to her threaten to overwhelm her again and she pushed the feeling of losing herself away. He just felt too damn good right now.

She felt a thigh wedge in between her legs as Buck parted them gently enough to stand in between them. His erection pushing against her panties in ways that made her gasp...and then recover.

"It's all yours if you want it," he whispered.

She tried to breathe through the whirlwind of feelings that pulsated from her pussy. It felt so damn good the friction he built up between them, enhanced by their clothing. If she weren't careful, she'd climax again in front of him adding to his sense of control and power.

It'd be better for her if she could just focus on the pleasure and not keep score on what they did to one another. But it didn't feel safer to just bow to the pleasure building up again inside her. It made her feel uneasiness interlaced with the passion he evoked in her. His lips worked hard to convince her otherwise, and slowly she felt her resolve melt away.

"So where do you want it to be...right here or on the bed?"

She felt at a loss for words as his lips moved down her neck and he moved his erection even closer as he reached down to grab her ass, lifting her up slightly to rock against it. Damn her panties slid across her slick pussy from his movements and almost made her cry out.

But she couldn't find the words.

"I..."

Buck watched her closely, his erection driving him crazy by now, needing release inside of her. Her pussy felt good against his cock even with their clothing between them but it'd feel much better when they stripped the last barriers between them away. Just the walls of her tight pussy being stretched by the penetration of his cock, while he thrust it inside of her at last. To go where no man had gone before.

Tonight had been a long time coming for him because he'd been waiting for it since she'd been 15. He'd just turned 25 back then which made him a dirty old man who needed to rein in some of his more primal thoughts when he first laid eyes on the first female hand his boss ever hired. It hadn't taken much to focus away from her looks because he'd been assigned to take her under his wing to train her in her new job and to protect her from too much attention by the other men. His boss thought enough of his professionalism to trust him not to even try to get into her pants and trust was a hard thing to come by.

That protective nature of his and his affection for her had always superseded his lust until lately when her beauty became too much of a distraction.

Now his libido had moved to the forefront. Standing in front of him dressed only in her black panties, he couldn't walk away from her without her virginity. But the way she looked at him now, he knew he'd have to coax her into trusting him not to take more out of her than that when he got her into bed. Some of the other men might have called her a tease at this point and either walked away or tried to break her. But not him, he knew she had an issue with control and parsing it out, even as she ached for him.

And he couldn't take his eyes off of her at this point.

The way her pussy sculpted her panties, like her breasts had her camisole left him with the task of trying to hold onto his self control. He reached out to caress her lower face and she actually leaned into his caresses, looking at him.

"It's going to be an amazing experience Melissa..."

Her eyes knit in concentration but her body relaxed a bit, enough so that when he kissed her this time, more softly, like warm breath on her lips, she let him. His body pressed her against the wall again and damn, he felt rock hard against her. She felt her pussy ache for what it needed and what she wanted.

"Take them off..."




The Prize Ch. 06



Teel sat up and flinched at the soreness between her legs. Her memory provided a frame by frame play back of what had happened the night before. She scanned the bed with her eyes searching for the culprit of her discomfort. He had reduced her to a sniveling bag of nerves that was ready to say or do anything to get him to stop. And all the good that had done her. He hadn't stopped short of punishing her to the fullness of his abilities, reducing her to a pulsing mass of pleasure. It had proved to be even more humiliating than him taking her in front of her people. Self respect lost, whether in public or private, was the worst punishment of all. 

Dragging herself from the bed, Teel let her anger wash over her. She needed to act quickly and end this before it escalated. She washed quickly and pulled on a clean shift, not bothering to do anything with her hair, other than scrape it off her face with a ribbon. He had stripped her of her self-respect but he had also provided the means for her to carry through her plans. A public apology. She would apologize to him for her defiance in grand style and betray him in the same breath. 

Until then she would play the submissive duly chastened fool until his heart was content. 

"Rogue," she called softly, making her way into his private chambers. "Rogue," she called again when she received no response to her first gentle call.

He appeared suddenly to her left and Teel just managed to stifle the angry tirade on her lips when she caught her first glimpse of him. Instead she put a gentle and somewhat shy smile on her face. "Rogue," she greeted, dipping her head slightly in his direction.

"Teel," he returned, his eyes indicating nothing of his mood.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," she apologized quickly, certain that if she didn't get the words out right away she would choke on them. "I'm sorry for..." she trailed off letting him decide for himself what she was apologizing for. She quickly dropped her eyes to the floor lest he read anything she didn't want him to.

His eyes scanned her down turned face in a suspicious manner. "That doesn't sound like the Teel I know."

"Perhaps you never knew me," she bit out. Then, realizing she sounded antagonistic she changed the tone of her words. "And perhaps I never knew you. Perhaps we are just two strangers who need to get to know each other better. I am genuinely sorry I upset you yesterday."

"Think nothing of it," he excused her behavior with an outstretched hand, inviting her into his good graces again. Noting a less than spirited Teel entering his arms, Rogue dismissed her reticence in the certainty that her fierce nature would burn to the surface again before the day was out. He decided, almost with a sadistic sort of glee that he would rile her into it himself.

Teel stayed by his side for the better part of the morning working hard not to wince as her muscles protested her slightest motion. Careful to hang on his every word and demure to him regardless of how much he riled her. At times she felt it was deliberate. 

On one occasion he dared to suggest he liked her better this way. That she was normally too emotional and that an emotional person was not fit to rule. He went on to expound on how surprised he was that any culture would allow a woman to rule on her own. Teel quickly clasped her hands behind her back before one arced up and hit him in his self serving face as he so rightly deserved. 

"It is hardly surprising that you feel that way, seeing as to how your culture is based entirely on male leadership, not shared power as mine is." But even that non-confrontational remark was misinterpreted and a rousing response thrown back at her.

"This is your culture now. These are your people. This is your home. And I am your master." His brutal rejection of her culture and individuality reaffirmed anew her determination to offer her people some freedom. To escape from this mentality any sacrifice would be worthwhile.

"Yes, it would seem that you have mastered me," she agreed, her eyes and head downcast as she continued walking at his side. Her physical distance from him increased a little bit more after this seeming acquiescent statement. 

Rogue noticed her displeasure with some wry amusement, and mentally congratulated her self control. She must have learned her lesson better than he had thought because the Teel he knew would have slid a blade to his throat and made him retract his words, rather than agree to being owned. 

Teel excused herself shortly after lunch, indicating she needed to spend some time with her mother. Rogue released her without further comment knowing she needed space from him before he made her do something she would regret. He also didn't press her to fulfill his sexual desires as he did every afternoon, knowing she would be too sore to engage him as he preferred. His throbbing flesh told him what a fool he was to exercise restraint.

As soon as Teel appeared within her mother's sight, she was engulfed in a warm embrace. "Everyone knows that he took you from the gardens yesterday," were the first words from her mouth after she released her daughter. "It is said that he abused you and now there is even more unrest. I have heard whispers of mutiny. We are in a better place to do it now. Staff in the kitchen, servants in his home. It would be a simple matter to slide a blade into his heart."

Teel gasped in shock, realizing not for the first time how very alike she and her mother were, but still she protested even though she could have wished for nothing more. "It must not be allowed to happen." 

Everything in her shuddered at the very idea of a revolt in Rogue's homeland. Her people would have every disadvantage and likely die, every last one of them. "I'm fine. All is well," she rushed to add on, anxious to convey to her mother, and through her, to her people, that she was ok. 

"You think to lie to your own mother," Lanië chided, her hand raising her daughter's face so that her eyes were on a level with hers.

"No," Teel immediately denied. She had never lied to her mother. "No, I'm not lying. I speak only the truth." Teel reluctantly pulled her face away from her mother's gentle grasp pacing the room in her agitation. "The truth is that our people will live no matter what the cost to myself. This is all that matters to me. I stand before you well. Show me the marks he has left upon me if he has abused me sorely," Teel challenged, certain there was no such mark save the darkness in her soul. "It is as I say. I am well." 

"Then I won't press the issue," Lanië relented, letting Teel stew in her unrest.

"There has been a change of plans," Teel informed, turning back to her mother with the passion for her people burning in her eyes anew. "You must be ready to leave tomorrow night. Everyone of you who is going. I will finish the solution and we will proceed as planned. Say your goodbyes to Tazian tonight, for tomorrow it ends."

"As you wish."

A tear cascaded down Teel's cheek before being swiftly wiped away. "My wishes have nothing to do with this," she bit out between her trembling lips before turning on her heel to prepare the rest of the plants. Time was growing short.

The tears Teel held at bay slid quietly down her cheeks as she worked in the garden pulling up the plants she needed in copious amounts. This is the price I pay for love. This is the price I pay for leadership. More tears trembled on her lashes and she angrily wiped her hand across her eyes refusing to let another one fall. 

Her spine straightened as a steely resolve replaced the sorrow in her heart. This is the price I willingly pay and would do so again for the end justifies the means. Her chin rose a notch as she retreated to the sanctuary of her mother's home to prepare the plants. 

She slept fitfully in Rogue's arms. Half hoping he would roll her on her back and claim her so she could have another reason to hate him, half hoping he would so she could know the comfort of his kiss, and half hoping because her body longed for the completion only his could give her. Around dawn her agitated mind could take it no longer and she swept her hand between her legs to satisfy the fire in her blood. As if the smell of her desire was his morning alarm clock, Rogue woke up and secured her hands before administering a gentle loving with his mouth. 

It was to Teel's surprise and chagrin that Rogue walked away from her without taking his pleasure of her. She mentioned it to him over their morning meal and he made his excuses saying he didn't want to overtax her body while she was still recovering from her ordeal of a few nights ago. She almost loved him in that moment for his tenderness and caring, but she hardened her heart against him using his weakness to her own ends.

"You are so careful of me and I am so undeserving of your many kindnesses."

Rogue said nothing, only met her eyes with his own to determine the sincerity of her words. The quiet genuineness he read there pleased his heart and he let a small smile play on his lips.

"This is true," he agreed.

"I have a gift for you," she said, almost as an afterthought. Her eyes lighting up at the prospect of doing something for him. The chance to give something to him. Teel felt the truth shining through her words and wished with all her heart that she wasn't going to betray his trust beyond all recognition that very night. "Maybe I can give it to you tonight? It would probably be best if you received it publicly."

Teel waited with bated breath. This was the gamble. Seeing if he would trust her so soon after her outright defiance of a few days before. 

"I'd like that," he agreed, and knew he had made the right decision when the sun seemed to shine from her smile. 

"Great!" she enthused, rising from the table. "Then please excuse me, while I visit with my mother for a few extra things I'll need for tonight."

It was impossible for him to refuse her simple request. She seemed to be genuinely happy for the first time since arriving and he wasn't going to spoil that for her.

Teel spent her last few hours with her people. Sharing stories, laughter, and finally, in the last few moments before she had to leave them, tears. One last hug with her mother and she ran from the room unable to bear it as her heart broke. 

As Teel dressed that night, her heart was so heavy she didn't think she would ever be able to smile again. She fixed 3 gold bands around the top of her right arm, enhancing the slave look she thought sardonically appraising herself in the mirror. The tiny gold chain around her waist and sheer midnight blue fabric that just barely covered her reflected her status for all the world to see. Pleasure slave. Well kept pleasure slave. 

Teel entered the dining hall exactly fourteen minutes late, enough time for them to have started eating and drinking. All eyes turned to her as she stepped in. Her mother sat at the head table with Tazian and Rogue on her left. The look of sorrow in her eyes told her she liked this no more than Teel. The raised eyebrow she cast in her daughter's direction encouraged her to do what must be done. Well? it seemed to say. 

Sauntering slowly to the table, Teel noted that everyone had already made a start of eating. Good. 

Fixing her eyes on Rogue, Teel emptied her mind of all other thoughts lest she collapse right there.

For your people, she reminded herself.

"Rogue," she called, causing an immediate silence to fall across the hall. "I have fought you every step. You have taken from me that which I refused to give freely." She saw his brow darken at these last words, but he maintained his silence. "But tonight that changes, and I offer myself freely to you before your people and mine." 

Minstrels struck a cord signaling a change in mood and Teel began to dance. 

Her body was poetry in motion. Her movements epitomized devotion, loyalty, promise. She moved closer and closer to the main dais, the light glinting off the gold adorning her body. Rogue couldn't take his eyes off of her as she swayed and turned and gave of herself so completely. 

The music reached a crescendo that had everyone holding their breath fearful the music would end and Teel would stop dancing. If anything though the end was even more rewarding than the dance itself as she lay prostrate before Rogue before slowly raising herself up to her full height before him. 

"Now manifest my words and claim my body. I give it to you freely." 

Rogue drank in her majestic beauty and silently admitted he had never wanted her more. He wanted her so much in fact, that he was afraid of hurting her. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Have I not said so," she agreed. "There are no chains on my wrists and no blade at my throat. I come to you of my own free will." The lie slid easily off her lips and she had to surpress the onslaught of tears that demanded release. 

His hot eyes slid over her body devouring everywhere they touched. "I cannot be gentle with you," he warned.

"Have I asked you to be?"

Teel didn't need to speak another word after that. Rogue had her on her back and was buried deep inside of her before she had barely drawn her next breath. Her flesh gave a token protest, but her muscles had, for the most part, recovered from her ordeal. A lone tear slid down her cheek as she remembered his many kindnesses in the past two days. It didn't matter. None of it mattered except the outcome tonight.

Wrapping her legs around his back Teel lifted her hips for his possession, drawing him deeper into the web of her erotic lure. She offered her breasts for his teeth to nip and curled her arm around his neck to keep him close. If her sighs were more plentiful then normal and her moans more joyous, then this went unnoticed in the heat of his possession. They only served their purpose as far as she was concerned, to make a public decleration of commitment. 

She felt his hand slide down her body and knew that like a true connoisieur he was reading her body and not listening to the breathless cries falling from her lips. He wasn't satisfied that her current level of pleasure matched his and he would ensure for himself that it did. 

His index finger pressed down hard on her clit and just like that he turned her moist flesh into a drenched paradise. 

"Harder," she insisted, unable to resist the power of his possession. 

Closing her eyes, Teel let the pleasure wash over her. This also kept her from having to witness the exact moment when her mother lead Tazian from the room. In truth, it didn't matter if she saw or not; she knew how the story would end. 

Ripples of pleasure ripped through Rogue's body just seconds before they arched through Teel. Her teeth closed lightly on Rogue's shoulder as the echoes of pleasure in her body transmuted themselves into sound. Her hand gently stroked his hair as they lay recovering half on the table. She knew he would sleep soon and made an effort to ease their bodies to one of the lounge chairs off the main hall. 

* * * * *

Rogue was first aware of the soft flesh under his mouth and he pressed gentle kisses into the curve of Teel's neck as the sun shone through an opening onto his back. It was only when he moved to spread her legs that he realized they weren't in their bed. He lifted Teel in his arms kissing her all the while as he carried her through to their room, but stopped at once as he moved to pass the dining hall. He released her abruptly as his eyes beheld what his mind couldn't comprehend. 

"What have you done?" he demanded, his hand tangling into the thick black coils of her hair barring her escape. His cold gray eyes reminding her of the first time she had seen them. There was no warmth, laughter, or passion shining in their depths. Only promises of retribution and suffering.

"What I had to," she answered, her words defiant even though he had control of her. His grip in her hair tightened incrimentally drawing tears from her eyes but she refused to beg for mercy.

"Guards," his cold voice rent the air and slowly people began to come to as the first sharp sound of the day penetrated their foggy brains. They were slow in responding, but finally two guards appeared before him. "Take her from my presence before I slit her trecherous throat."

Teel felt a shiver of apprehension as the shoe was on the other foot for the first time. For all his faults, Rogue has never threatened her life. What had she done?

She sat in his room, spine rigid. Having been bathed and perfumed as though it were any other day Teel sat quietly and contemplated her future. Words drifted through the window as the story spread. Only a handful of her people remained. Those, she knew, had stayed behind by choice. 

They were busy trying to work out the details. She could have told them for the asking now that it was over. Three ships stolen in the night. Everyone drugged with the same sleep inspiring potion. It had been cooked into the food and poured into the drinks. Her people treated with the antidote before dinner so they could eat and drink as normal. Even the guards on the dock had been given a dose. 

More words came through, loud and clear about the foolish man who gave his heart only to be betrayed in the end. Bitter words from Rogue's father about his lost concubine. Voices escalated as people listed their grievances. Pleasure slaves gone, servants gone, field workers gone, cooks gone. On and on the complaints went until she wished she could cut off her ears.

Just as she thought she would go mad, Teel was summoned to the main hall. She would rather be stoned to death than listen to them harrage Rogue about another thing. 

The murmurs of unrest died down as she faced Rogue again for the first time since he had thrown her from his presence that morning. 

"Teel," he greeted, none of his anger coming through in that one word, but she could see it in his eyes. The color of a blade, ready to slice at the slightest hint of resistance. Her head lifted just a fraction higher. He would not see her cower. 

"All those assembled here and more besides have lost something because of your charade last night." She heard it then, the boiling anger in that one word. Charade. She could feel his volatile fury beating at her. 

"I am sorry for your loss," she addressed the crowd at large, "But they have only been here a short time. How did you manage before they came?"

Her question fell into a deafening silence. It wasn't that they couldn't get by, it was that they felt cheated and one, more than all the rest, had a right to feel this way. 

Rogue spoke as though he hadn't heard her words. "What shall I do to pacify them? Will you stand in as the sex slave for all those who are missing one?"

"If it pleases you," she agreed, and she knew he was remembering the time he had asked her if she would share her body with Darsan for his entertainment? His cold eyes hardened further. He was not amused. 

"Where have they gone?" 

Teel stared blankly back into his eyes and not by even a flicker of an eyelash did she reveal that she knew their location. "I don't know," she lied, "And perhaps if I did know, I would never tell you." She let those defiant words hang in the air as she savored this small victory. "It's over. You lost."

Her haughty demeanor and defiant words didn't further her cause any. They only ensured the deep freeze around Rogue's heart never thawed. 

"Bring me the child."

Teel's head turned in time to see the 9 year old daughter of Kasmir being brought forward. "What is your name child?" Rogue enquired with the sort of voice that could freeze water. 

"Talia," the child answered, her clear brown eyes showing no signs of fear. Teel felt her strength and drew on it. She knew whatever would come next she must be strong. 





The Prize Ch. 06



Damn, Buck thought, maybe he did need that rope after all.

This filly needed to be lassoed and trussed up to the bed right now and not be playing with a man's libido. He'd pick the brand with the softest feel against the skin and approach her slowly before tying her up. The image of her lying buck naked on the bed, her wrists tied up to the posts stiffened him up even further. Oh, she might squirm under the binds and might swear a blue streak at him at first but when he started kissing and licking every inch of that body including her pussy, she'd settle down and start purring instead.

Right up to that moment, when he slid his cock inside of her tight pussy and she became his woman if only for a short time.

She stood there watching him from across the room, breathtaking in her wild beauty, her hair cascading around her and her luscious body wearing only some sinfully cut panties. Buck was a patient man on the ranch, they didn't come any more so than him and sometimes the other ranch hands had to check to make sure he wasn't sleep on his feet. But no, right now his eyes never left her. She didn't look nervous or scared, but she didn't look like she was going to do what he wanted, when he wanted it. Her breasts stood up firmly, their nipples just aching to have a man's mouth on them, and she didn't bother hiding them.

"So what you going to do big guy..."

His mouth remained in a line, but his eyes harbored amusement.

"Get on the bed Melissa..."

She folded her arms covering those fine looking breasts. Oh he wasn't having that, and if he couldn't find any rope in the damn cabin, maybe he could just find a belt to tie up her wrists when he caught up with her. Really, he was barely holding onto his patience, his cock was rock hard and throbbing against his abs and his muscles tensed.

"Why...so you can go all Neanderthal on me and tell the other guys afterward?"

His face softened.

"Melissa, what happens in that bed is between the two of us," he said, "I'm not one to go bragging afterward what I've done with a woman."

She didn't look like she believed him. She'd just got the idea in her head that she might find what they did written up on the side of the barn because no doubt, she had heard the hands talk trash about the women they'd been with since she started working at the ranch.

"I'll bet that woman that Buck turned into a pussy cat with his cock," she said, "and I've worked my ass off trying to prove I'm as good at everything on the ranch as them."

"That's not going to happen Melissa."

"Sure it will and they'll see me coming and then stop talking just looking at each other," she said, "and I can't live like that"

He sighed in frustration.

"Look, I won you in a fucking poker game where we all played to see who'd be fucking you," he said, "so no matter what happens now, that's what they'll believe we did."

She knew that part of it was true, but she didn't come one step closer to him.

"It's hard being the only woman Buck," she continued, "I need the men to respect me or I won't be good at my job."

This coming from the woman who out rode, out lassoed and once hauled Slim two miles across tough terrain after he got bit by an irate diamondback rattler. But he got her point, because the stronger she looked in front of the men, the hornier they got around her and she couldn't miss that.

But damn, if he didn't grab her ass and throw her on the bed right now, his cock really would explode. She stood there looking at him, in her near nakedness, her skin already branded by his touch.

Her pussy by his mouth, which still tasted her.

He stood there naked as the day he'd been born with the worst case of blue balls since...he didn't even want to remember.

"You going to get a rope and tie me up Buck?"

He just looked at her inquisitive face. Damn, she had heard the stories about him and how he loved to rope up a woman before he fucked her.

"I'm considering it."

She digested that and he could tell her heart beat as rapidly as his did from across the room. He didn't know if she were seriously reluctant to slip between the sheets with him or whether she was testing him. But whatever her motive, soon enough she'd find out what it was like to play with fire.

Because one way or another he was going to have her.

"I'm not your filly to control...I don't belong to any man."

"Never said you did," he said, "but you were coming on me like a cat in heat and now you're all across the room after giving me a taste of that delicious pussy."

She didn't answer that because he thought he might accuse her of being a cock tease next but she just watched him. He had to at least even the playing field by getting those panties off of her. But then the sight of those pink rose petals between her thighs, he'd go crazy.

"Why don't you let me tie you up instead?"

Oh no, he thought, no way would he allow her that much freedom over him, that much control.

"I could truss you up in that bed and suck you off," she said, "Don't you want me to do that?"

Oh he did, but right now all he could think was about getting in between her legs and inside of her, to rut while he could still think. He took one step closer to her and she just watched.

He knew she wanted to be caught, she wanted him to approach her, to take charge and grab hold of that wiggling body of hers and put her in the center of the bed. She wanted him to pin her to the mattress and thrust his cock into her, making the springs squeak until he made her come...and for the first time that night, reach his own release.

Foreplay as they called it had proven to be an arduous task, harder than herding stubborn yearlings into a corral for sure. He'd just make sure all this work was worth it when he achieved his goal.

Because it wasn't just a great time in the sack he was after. No, the stakes were higher than that, higher even than the poker match he played to win her. But for now, he had to focus on getting her in bed.

So he took another step forward.

"Didn't you like having my head between your thighs tonguing you there?"

She took a step backward and found her back against a wall. Not a good situation but his words had begun to weave their spell.

"It wasn't...bad..."

"Liar..."

She folded those arms again, blocking his view of her breasts. Oh he had to break her of that habit quick.

"How so...?"

"Because I heard those little cries you make when you're trying so hard to keep from coming, you really shouldn't bother hiding it because when you do, your pussy turns a nice shade of scarlet."

She dropped her mouth open.

"I'm dying to taste it again but we both know what I got to do first," he said, "So I'm asking for you to get on that bed unless you want me to take you against that wall right now."

Oh her eyes widened involuntarily as she got a sense of what it'd be like to have over 200 pounds of raw power, all muscle picking her up by her ass and then he'd be inside of her, where she could feel all of him. Rocking her against the wall, the friction would just about kill her. They'd probably crack the damn wall in the process.

Oh, but the pleasure he'd give her. He might be a man who enjoyed dominating his women but he wasn't entirely selfish or stingy considering he'd gotten her off twice already and her...well she hadn't done anything for him.

Pretty damn selfish on her part, she realized. Maybe it was time to just take one step closer to him.

And then just like that, he was right up against her, his hands on her body and his mouth over hers, not allowing her any chance of escape. Pinning her in with his large hands on either side of her as he worshipped her mouth in that way he had that left her spinning.

Out of control...mustn't lose control or she'd have his cock inside of her so fast...would that really be so bad...no, it'd be so good....

"I'll take you right here if I have to but I'm not waiting any longer..."

She breathed against his chest, where she smelled his musk, it surrounded her and she found herself hungry for him too. Her mouth answered his by kissing him frantically, on his lips, around them and she felt his stubble tickle her chin.

"I need you too Buck...god...but..."

He spanned his waist with her hands and his cock pressed against the juncture between her thighs, riding the slickness there but not breaching her pussy. She quivered just from that...from the knowledge that one careful stroke, one flex of his powerful ass and that amazing cock would be inside her.

Where no man had been before but suddenly it became imperative that Jack be first, that the cock that her pussy grabbed hold of belong to him. But the realization of that filled her with fear too. No, she couldn't allow him to make her feel that way, how would she go out and do her work knowing she'd fucked her boss, the oldest cliché in the book. But...that's what the hands assumed anyway given that her boss had played poker to win her, to mark her with his cock.

Primal and seeping with machismo in a world that thrived on both...she'd always known that even as she struggled to find her way through it. Realizing that her biggest bargaining chip wasn't in between her ears but her legs.

She sighed against him as he thrust gently, just enough to tease her pussy with the promise of what he could fill it with if she'd just let him. She felt the tension of his body, of what could be unleashed any moment, and then he really wouldn't be able to stop. She caressed the tautness of his arms, corded with muscle that strained under his attempts to not take her hard against the wall.

"Buck...I need you..."

He kissed her neck, grabbing some skin in between his teeth, gently biting as his hands slid underneath the waistband of her panties and he began to lower them off of her pussy. She tensed then and looked at him.

If he removed him, she'd lose her edge over him.

His voice turned rasp.

"Enough to give me your cherry...?"

She pressed the top of her head into his chest as she pressed the nakedness of her pelvis against his for the first time and felt the hardness of his cock. His hands moved to cup her ass. He knew that she carried a lot of mixed emotions inside her of what she wanted, and what she feared. She wanted him badly enough to spread her legs for him, he felt the slickness of her desire as he rode the shaft of his cock against the lips of her pussy now. But she feared the unknown though she'd never admit it, she feared pain and all the messages society drummed down on women who fucked men without a wedding band first.

Men and women screwed around here as soon as their bodies grew up enough to come together that way. He'd lost his own virginity at 15 to the daughter of one of his boss's trainers. She'd been two years older and had taken the eager young buck under her tool age but he remembered how she urged him to keep quiet about it. Difficult considering it had been the landmark experience of his life up to then but he knew how society would crow over his accomplishment and frown in disapproval at her looseness.

He thought about that as he lowered his mouth on her full lips, caressing them, teasing them as he pressed her against the wall and slowly his thigh began to nudge her legs open just a little bit.

Then she shook her head at him then and pulled away.

"I can't do it here...the bed, it'll be better," she whispered, her eyes probing his and he nodded.

"You ready?"

She nodded slowly and took a deep breath.

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess."

He tilted her face up with a couple of fingers and looked directly into her eyes.

"No guessing here," he said, "either you are or you aren't and you'd better tell me now if you're not."

She looked at him and he saw her struggle with her decision. Not to fuck him but how to live with the action afterward.

He knew of a way to help her with that...and it didn't even involve using rope.

He caressed the hair off of her face, as she looked at him.

"You're so damn beautiful," he said, "I don't know how you hung onto it for so damn long."

She sighed.

"It's mine to decide and I wasn't about to raffle it off when I turned 18 to a bunch of horny men."

He chuckled at that, as he gazed down at the woman he had pinned against the wall.

"I remember the day you turned 18," he said, "When I saw you dancing at the independence party, I almost cut in."

Despite the sensations he elicited in her, she was curious to hear what he did instead.

"Well, why didn't you," she said, "In case you didn't notice, Carlton had his hand on my ass."

That made him frown and his muscles tense against her.

"I almost kicked his ass over that," he said, "You're still a young girl..."

"Not a girl...I'm a woman."

Oh yeah, he knew that, he knew that when he slipped one of her nipples in his mouth, ran his tongue over her ripened pussy and now, with his cock nudging that same pussy wanting to get inside of it.

"What would you have done," she said, "Would we have danced?"

"At first," he said, "Close enough for every inch of our bodies to touch...the slow songs only."

She considered that and nodded.

"You should have gone for it Buck," she said, "I never knew you to let an opportunity pass by to get what you wanted."

"You're too damn young..."

"I'm only a year older now and you've got me buck naked and I can feel how hard you are," she said, "so would we have just danced?"

He sighed.

"Nah...after we danced a couple of songs, I would have said something like we needed to go cool off with some iced sweet tea..."

She chuckled, despite the way her heart raced right now.

"Oh really, and you would have heated up things instead?"

He smiled, at the easygoing banter between them now, it all came down to how you handled a woman and he knew Melissa enough to know how to handle that.

"Oh yeah, you see we'd have gone inside the barn and if we had...this poker match tonight never would have taken place."

She got that stubborn glint in her eyes again.

"There are a lot of ropes inside the barn," she said, "Was that what you had planned?"

He stroked her face again, his fingers casually moving down the side of her neck.

"No actually, I would have just asked you to grab hold of that railing and taken you from behind," he said, "after sliding up your dress to get hold of your panties first."

Her brow arched.

"How do you know I'd been wearing any?"

He looked at her, his eyes widening slightly and she smiled.

"I got you...Buck, I'm not some trembling virgin like you think...and I'm not a tease."

He cupped her chin in his hand, stroking her lips with his thumb.

"I know you're not Melissa," he said, "but I'm done talking about how I would have taken you last year and I want to show you how I'm going to take you now."

If she looked taken aback by his firm tone, she didn't say anything. But when he grabbed hold of her, she felt his lips do a slow burn on her mouth this time as he pressed her against the wall and nudged her legs open with his knee. She struggled at that and his grip tightened.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

He interrupted his kiss enough to tell her.

"I'm making you mine...isn't that what you want...you want a guy to show how you how it's going down?"

She pressed against him.

"I never said that...I can't do that."

He pushed himself in between her thighs and she really felt him then. Her pussy throbbed with how close he was to just thrusting his cock inside of her right there and she wished he would...but she didn't want to be viewed as the boss's whore by everyone around her.

"You want me, I know you do," he said, "Well, you're getting what you want."

He grabbed hold of her then, and damn that pissed her off. She didn't atone to being dragged off into his lair so she tried to break free from his tight embrace, but he just held her tighter.

Then she realized he wouldn't have to tie her up, because he had raw strength to use for control.

"Stop it Melissa," he whispered at her, "Stop teasing me."

That made her see red and she struggled even harder, but it wasn't just anger that drove her but something more primal than that. She'd always been a fighter, struggling to survive; it was her first language from the cradle.

Somehow he knew that.

"Don't you fucking dare call me a tease or I'll..."

"Or you'll what," he said, "In a second, I'll have you on that bed and I'll have my cock inside your pussy so fast..."

The anger boiled in her but so did something much more raw and powerful, something that made her body tremble in his embrace. Something much stronger than fear, or passion or any emotion she had ever known. Before he lay her on the bed, he kissed her hard on the mouth, moving his lips over hers, then down her neck where he bit her.

She didn't feel any pain, she just felt...she pushed and she struggled but his grip, it bruised her and she still wanted to kick his ass.

"In your dreams Buck..."

He dropped her on the bed then and stood above her, much taller and much stronger, his muscular build dwarfing the light. His cock, long and thick, his balls tucked underneath. She just lay on the bed out of breath, but if he thought...but Buck didn't look like he was thinking at all.

What she saw instead was a man of action, raw power that could strip a woman bare while not even touching her clothes. She sucked in her breath at the reality that he would show her all that power, the dominance of an alpha male towards its mate.

She felt a thrill penetrate the wall of defenses she had erected around herself, but no...hell no would she ever be dominated by any man let alone the one standing in front of her.

He crawled onto the bed and she thought about sliding backwards out of reach but he anticipated that and he grabbed her wrists in one hand and so much for that. Then that massive weight, all male stretched out on top of her body, before she could wiggle away. He braced his arms on either side of her even while still holding her wrists over her head and looked down at her.

Her chest fell and rose with each labored breath, damn she had just let her use his strength against her in a moment of weakness. His naked body pressing her to the mattress enough to make it dip and only her legs kept him at bay. His mouth brushed against her lips leisurely like he knew he had her. His kisses coaxed, nursing her mouth carefully.

"You really think you're going to be able to keep me out?"

She heard the raggedness in his voice.

"Let go of my wrists," he said, "You don't need to hold them."

"You sure you're not going to fight," he said, "I know why you're doing it but I've got you where I need you right now and where you need me too."

The deep timbre of his voice betrayed a softness and she felt her body wanting to relax...and she wanted the pleasure he could give desperately.

"I don't want to be hurt..."

He kissed her softly on the mouth and then looked down at her.

"It'll only hurt a little at first," he said, "but if you relax and just let it happen and don't fight it..."

She bristled in his embrace.

"I can't...I don't want to hurt."

"It's part of being a woman Melissa," he said, "Life's filled with all kind of pain along with pleasure...but if you let me help you through the pain, I'll give you plenty of pleasure with it."

Her brow knit at his words. What the hell was he talking about...oh taking her virginity...which did hurt many women at first and after seeing what he would be putting inside of her, she expected some pain...because seriously how did he think that his cock would fit inside of her?

He looked into her eyes carefully just then, still being careful with his weight. Pressing hard enough to tell her that escape was futile but enough for her not to want it.





The Prize Ch. 06



"Oh god...I don't know..."

He seized her mouth just then to quiet her down and then she felt him nudge her thighs apart with his knee so he could slide between, his body wedged tightly in hers. Damn that felt so intimate, because she could feel both his roughness and smoothness, she could smell his damp musk and aftershave...and she knew she could taste him.

Her knees nudged his hips and that felt strange, but being wide open, her pussy where he could mold against it, oh god...she felt embarrassed, nervous and oh yeah, aroused beyond belief too.

"Oh yes you do...now if you need to fight me to be okay with giving it up to me, then that's fine," he said, "because I know it's just for show."

She gritted her teeth as he maneuvered himself even closer, spreading her thighs wider, his cock prodding against her pussy's lips...so close...she forgot how much she needed to tell him to go to hell.

But instead she kissed him even more intensely on the mouth and she willingly opened her legs wider for him, and when she felt his ass flex with her knees, she closed her eyes.

When he thrust his cock inside of her tight channel, she felt the burn, how his thick girth stretched her open. She sucked her breath as he pushed further until...

"Oh god...it..."

"You need to relax...you're pretty damn tight...oh..."

She felt the sharpness intensify and she tensed underneath him.

"Fuck you Buck..."

He smiled at her.

"Any time...any place...but the more you tense, the more it's going to hurt and I don't want to hurt you more than I have to..."

She fought to keep her eyes from stinging, because his thrusts, though restrained pushed him through some pretty delicate tissue that had never been tested by a man's ardor.

"Damn it hurts..."

He kissed her then, lacing the inside of her mouth with his tongue as his body moved against her, slowly he withdrew and she felt the pain lessen...but when his ass bucked again...she tensed.

"Melissa, just relax...it'll feel better in a minute."

She blinked a tear out of her eye and when he caught that, he kissed her again, driving her towards dizziness from it. Then he kissed her so thoroughly she thought she'd pass out until he thrust hard enough to cause her to cry out.

"Oh god...."

"That bad...?"

She blinked her eyes and this time, no tears.

"No...no I think..."

Yes, she started feeling the tension uncoil slowly inside from where her pussy held onto his cock so snugly. He stopped moving to give her a chance to get used to him, but he kept kissing at her, nipping her skin. She moved her hands, at some point he'd released them, sliding them over the slickness of his back and down to his ass which rippled beneath her hands when he made these slow, lazy and to her amazement, increasingly pleasurable movements against her.

Her hand wandered to where they were joined, where the shaft of his cock was totally buried in her pussy and his balls smacked against her while he moved. The friction inside of her built up deliciously slow, each stroke brought her more promise of pleasure but when he withdrew, she lost...so she gripped his ass and pulled him closer.

"Oh Melissa..."

It felt wonderful if unnerving to be physically connected to a man, let alone Buck. Their bodies were completely locked and she felt him pulsating inside of her. Her knees gripped his body and their sweat intermingled.

"I got to move okay...but I promise you'll like it."

His thrusting picked up in tempo, she felt that the slide in and out of her pussy and the power gathering and then releasing beneath her hands.

He was about to unleash his power into her at last. God help her, especially because right now she didn't want to be helped.

When Buck had thrust his cock inside her for the first time, Melissa just kept her eyes closed and waited for the stinging pain to fade. But it had been replaced by something sharper and for a moment fear threatened again.

"Relax...," he kept telling her but easier said than done because after all, she'd never had a man wedged in between her thighs thrusting his cock inside of her. But she tried hard for him anyway because she knew that despite his dominant attitude, he didn't want to hurt her.

Only as much as he had to, he explained while initiating her into the world she had always been standing on the outside of until one man won her virginity in a poker match. Now, he rocked more gently against her, pushing her into the mattress which yielded beneath their joined bodies. His cock slid deeper into her pussy each time, coaxing her to relax just a little more, allow another inch of him inside of her slick warmth. She spread her legs as wide as they could go; shifting his angle subtly enough so that his shaft rubbed against the part of her that changed everything.

She sucked in her breath and just cried out.

"Oh my...ohhhhh...."

He smiled as her cries turned to pleasure and just looked at her as her eyes searched his face.

"You want me to stop?"

She tried to shake her head, to gasp out the words no, she didn't want him to stop now that he'd started making her feel good...ripples of pleasure permeating from where his cock rubbed against her clit as it sunk inside her. With each stroke, he withdrew leaving only a small part of himself inside her, mostly because her pussy hugged him snugly. But when he thrust back inside of her, she sighed, and she murmured against him. She held onto him so tightly around his waist as his ass flexed to power his thrusts. The friction increased and he grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled her closer to him, encouraging her to wrap herself more tightly in his embrace.

She fumbled a bit because she had no idea what she did, or what rules she needed to follow, so she just tried to keep up.

"Come on...ride with me...," he urged her on.

"I don't...know...how..."

He kissed her on the mouth and bucked even harder, faster and suddenly she felt her body moving in response...his withdrawal from inside her left her feeling loss, a sense of emptiness, a chasm needing to be filled so she found herself lifting her ass off the mattress to keep him from leaving her. As she did that, his cock slid deeper and stayed there longer...and oh, the friction sent shockwaves through her that almost made her cry out.

She wanted to tell him to fuck her harder and faster, to press her against the mattress and just nail her with each thrust until his balls slapped her body. But she didn't have the words so she thrust up to meet him. He cupped her ass and molded it to his groin, and then shifted his thrusts to a bump and grind motion that...god she hadn't anticipated.

"Buck...don't stop..."

"I can't... but you need to hold on...hold on tight."

She gripped his shoulders this time and he plunged even more deeply than she thought possible because it wasn't just the act of him sinking his cock into her pussy but something inside her felt him...as if he'd gotten closer to a part of herself she kept hidden from everyone.

The mattress springs squeaked but neither of them noticed, as he kept the tempo of his thrusting, and her pussy met every single one. The collision of their bodies, the scent of their musk in the air...the droplets of sweat on her face...and then she felt the buildup inside her threaten to overwhelm her.

Oh no, she couldn't take that...each thrust pushed her closer until she flirted with the full power of the pleasure about to envelop her body...when his cock slid away, she felt some relief...some reprieve in case it became too much for her.

"Oh god...your pussy's so sweet..."

But each thrust...she bit her lip to keep from crying out her release...to try to push back the dam of elation that threatened to spill over...she'd scream and she'd claw his back and she'd thrust her pussy back at him...and he'd know what he'd done to her.

"Just a little bit longer..."

At that point, he bucked his hips again and rammed her body, and the explosion that rocked her made her scream...a cluster of words she'd soon forget but she grabbed him tight and her pussy gripped his cock even as it shuddered around it. She felt her muscles quake, her legs weaken and she wanted so badly to arch her head back because she couldn't stand it.

Oh...damn as the shockwaves he catalyzed drove through her...she sank on the bed, her legs still gripping him as he thrust even harder, faster almost to the point of pleasure turning into pain and then hot jets of liquid shot inside of her. He arched his back, groaned and then sunk on top of her as his own orgasm held him.

Afterward, he rolled her gently over so she lay on top of him, his cock still buried inside of her. His arms firmly around her as she lay sprawled, their bodies drying together. She had no words, but plenty of emotions washing over her, with none of them dominating her attention. Her breath rasped harshly against his chest and she felt his own heart racing against her skin.

She had no energy to move or to do anything but just lie there in his arms. He started caressing her while she closed her eyes. Too wired to sleep but needing to process how she felt after what had happened.

"How you feeling," he asked finally.

"Mmm....better."

"You're not a virgin anymore," he said, "you hurting?"

She did an inventory and yeah, she felt some soreness between her legs, but mostly a dull ache.

"You mean am I saddle sore?"

He chuckled.

"Something like that...here let me get something to clean you up."

She never considered he might want to do that.

"You don't have to..."

"I want to," he said, "My cum's not going to stay inside you for long and there might be some bleeding."

She didn't think so, because after all, but then would she know? He gently moved her aside on the bed and got out, offering her a breathtaking view of his gorgeous backside. When he returned with a cloth, she didn't move while he started gently cleaning her pussy, and her inner thighs.

"You do this for all your women?"

He stroked the now scarlet lips of her pussy noting only slight swelling. Maybe all that time on horseback had paid off.

"Nah, just the ones I win in poker matches."

That made her smile but then she wondered what he thought of her as a lover. After all, she hadn't known what the hell she'd been doing but at some point, her body had felt like moving against his so she gave it free rein.

He hadn't seemed to mind at all.

"How was I?"

He kissed her mouth, softly and then with more ardor before releasing her with a smile that slowly crossed his face.

"You were incredible...when you got your ass on the bed."

She sighed, and when he lay back down, he pulled her with him.

"What are you doing," she asked.

"I'm holding onto you," Buck said, "I've got you for the whole night."

She twisted in his arms, looking at him.

"I thought you wanted a virgin..."

He licked his mouth, and she hoped it wasn't due to amusement.

"No...I wanted you," he said, "I wanted to get in between your thighs and show you one of the things that pussy of yours can do."

She took a deep breath, her heart still beating rapidly and her pussy still drenched from what they'd just shared.

"I had no idea...god...I would have given it up sooner..."

He kissed her lightly on the mouth, and she savored the pressure of his lips. She felt the anticipation build in her again.

"Nah...it was perfect the way it turned out," he said, "and we do have the rest of the night."

"For what...?"

He just looked at her.

"Oh I still got a few things I got to show you."

She felt her skin prickle from his words because now that she'd gotten a taste, she wanted more from him...only next time she'd be riding his cock and holding the reins.

And if she needed to get her hands on some rope to do that, she'd go right ahead and show them her finesse in that area herself.

One year later....

"Ride me cowgirl..."

She smiled at him as she lowered her bare pussy on the most memorable erection of her life that being her husband of two days, Buck. His hands gripped her hips as she sunk the most memorable pussy he'd ever experienced inch by tantalizing inch on his pole.

She sighed as she sat in the saddle in a manner of speaking. He'd proposed to her underneath the apple tree after she'd just sent him sky high with a blow job and she said, yes but only if she could ride him first on their honeymoon. So now she sat, buck ass naked on her equally undressed Buck and did his favorite version of a bump and grind as she rode him. He leaned up to try to reach her breasts as they lurked almost close enough to taste...the rosy nipples torturing his taste buds.

The wedding had been small and intimate, only a few friends and family, the reception filled with great music, dancing and even better food and kegs of beer everywhere to keep everyone happy and mellow.

But both the bride and groom decided to sneak off on their honeymoon at a cabin in some remote mountain location to get their married life started off just right. She packed naughty lingerie and plenty of body paints in margarita flavor and he, rope and a blindfold and champagne body wash for use in the claw foot tub just off the master bedroom.

Everything they packed would get good use on the six days and seven nights they'd be spending on their honeymoon.

She smiled, the candlelight around them giving her face an ethereal glow as she leaned forward slightly as she rode him to make her clit happy and to give him a chance to do some nipple tasting on the down stroke. Her cries and his moans filled the cabin and in between, their laughter and companionable chatter.

They'd been at it like rabbits since they arrived earlier that day and every corner of the 1000 square foot cabin and a lot of the outdoors would witness their cavorting. Buck watched his wife arch her back and hoped that by the time they headed home, his seed would have coaxed one of her ova's into conceiving their first baby.

He'd had his eye on her all along, wanting to get her hitched quickly because Buck had come from a large family and planned on having lots of kids with this filly and lots of kids meant plenty of...frolicking in the sheets.

His children would grow up tall and strong, the men as bold in what they wanted as he and the daughters so beautiful like their mama he'd have to warn the guys away. He'd take care of them alongside his wife and at night he'd sit by their bed and tell them stories before they slept.

And some day when they were all grown and old enough, he'd tell them about how a poker match brought their parents together.



The Prize Ch. 06



"Talia," he repeated the name, rolling the name around with a sort of thoughtfulness. "Kill the child, and her mother."

"No!" Teel's protest echoed in the still morning air, but no one paid her any attention as the child was grabbed and a sword produced. "No." She tried to shake off the arms that were restraining her, but she could tell by the fierce grip and position that it was Rogue himself who was holding her. 

"This is your punishment," his insidious voice whispered into her ear, delivered with all the warmth of a lover's caress. "This is what your defiance has earned you."

Teel shivered in his arms, crying and begging at the same time. "Take my life instead," she begged. "Please don't do this."

Then he laughed, a laugh so cold and without humor that Teel knew there was nothing she could do to save the child. 

"Teel," Talia cried to her. Teel lifted her head and met Talia's eyes, her misery shining through her. "I'm not afraid," Talia told her. "I will gladly die to give you strength." And that was all Teel needed to hear for her spine to lengthen with renewed resolve and her face to freeze into an emotionless mask. 

"What? No more sweeping promises? No more empty words," Rogue went on relentlessly taunting her. Daring her to defy him in this moment. 

And Teel did not disappoint. Her voice was quiet but so clear it could be heard in the furthest reaches of the room. "There are always promises Rogue, and here is one for you. If you kill Talia, then I suggest you kill me too, because I promise you I will take a life for a life, a child's life for a child's life if ever I get the chance." Her head turned and her empty eyes met his, "And I will get the chance," she promised. 

No one watching doubted the quiet sincerity of her words, and in that moment it became clear to all why Rogue thought her such a fitting match. No one spoke with the authority and fear inspiring intensity that these two were able to speak with. Only Rogue remained unmoved by her speech. 

His hard eyes met her cold unflinching stare, neither willing to back down. "Kill the child," he repeated.



The Prize Ch. 07



Teel held herself stiffly in Rogue's arms, knowing that she did not have the heart to harm a child, would never have the will to harm a child. Her threat was an empty one and Rogue was calling her on it. She did the only thing she could think of, relaxing her body in Rogue's arms praying for a moment of weakness.

The moment came nearly too late as Rogue responded to her relaxed posture by relaxing his hold on her arms, and it took Teel only a moment to slide out of his loosened grip and throw herself at the guard who was even then bringing the sword down in a swift arch towards Talia. There was a blur of movement wherein the guard tried to shake Teel off and the child attacked his legs. It was over in seconds with Teel's unconscious body on the floor and a crying Talia urging her to get up. 

Rogue was powerless to stop the panic rising in his chest. Teel's pale cheeks and motionless body stabbed at the part of his heart that still cared deeply for her. His searching hand found a pulse, but it was weak and erratic. "Send for the physician," he instructed a servant off to his left. 

He knew better than to show emotion in front of his people so he merely kneeled next to her unconscious body and prayed a silent prayer for her vibrancy to be returned to her. He sent Talia and her mother away. The blood thirst that had run through his veins earlier in the day had expired in light of this unfortunate turn. And the guard who was responsible for her current state had had enough presence of mind to remove himself before he found himself on the wrong end of a sword. Rogue ground his teeth together in impotent fury, having no outlet for his rage other than to exercise patience. 

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Teel jolted awake, not sure what had disturbed her sleep, only sure that something had. She lay motionless examining her environment with only the briefest flick of her eyes around the room. The bed she was in was unfamiliar, there was a pile of hand held weapons on the table next to her, and a stranger's weight depressing the bed on her left side. 

Teel's arm silently slid towards the table and came back with a single bejeweled blade glinting in the moonlight. It would do. Her cold mind assimilated that pretty or not the blade would be sufficient for slicing a throat. Blending in with the quiet stillness of the night Teel flowed over the person next to her. He awoke only when she wanted him to. The tip of the knife pressing into his skin was warning enough that he should cooperate if he valued his life.

At last. Rogue felt a light laugh rumble through his chest, though he knew it contained no humor. The blade she had always promised to slide into his ribs was now resting against his throat. A fine end to their relationship, not that he intended to let this woman kill him.

"Is there a reason you have a knife against my throat?" he asked, managing to adopt a bored sort of pseudo-interested tone. 

Teel pressed the blade in a little deeper, drawing a single drop of blood to let him know she meant business. "I will be asking the questions, not you sir."

Rogue couldn't help himself and failed to smother another laugh. Despite the seriousness of the situation, this one was filled with genuine amusement. She dared to call him 'sir' after all the intimacies they had shared?

"Stop laughing," Teel demanded in her coldest voice yet, "Or do you want my face to be the last thing you ever see?"

Rogue stopped laughing long enough to move with the animal quickness that had won him their first battle, taking the knife and bending her arm behind her back before she could even formulate how to counteract. Rogue settled his full weight on top of her leaving only one arm free. 

"One would think after all this time you would remember how quick I am," he gently chided. "But I'm glad to see you've got your fighting spirit back. I must confess, the thought of making love to a semi-conscious woman held little appeal." 

Teel struck out with her free hand at his provocative words landing a hard slap across his right cheek. "How dare you?" 

That wiped the smile right off his face, but he made no move to capture her free hand. "If you hit me again, I will not be responsible for my actions."

Teel felt the hard edge of his arousal pressing against her and felt a tremor of fear go through her at what form his retaliation might take. She relaxed her free arm against the bed, not wanting to push him further, but her body remained tense against him. 

"Who are you?" she demanded.

That brought the smile right back to his face. "Do you really need to ask? I would think the answer was obvious." He pressed his bulging arousal deeper into the cradle between her thighs.

Teel turned her face away from the warmth of his breath on her lips. She couldn't bear the intimacy and sought to shut him out. "Your vulgar displays of strength and humiliation do not answer my question. Who are you?"

Rogue felt his anger stir at her insolent tone. She should be thanking her God that he hadn't taken the knife from her hand and planted it in her heart. Instead she was speaking to him as though he were something disgusting she had scraped off her shoe. 

"I'm surprised and a little shocked that you cannot remember your lover." Rogue was less than impressed by the little game she was insistent on playing, but if she wanted to play, then she would find that he was a more than capable opponent. As far as he was concerned this was just another one of her elaborate charades and he had been tricked one too many times to care about the web of lies she was spinning.

Her disbelieving, condemning eyes flew to his negating the lie. "Never."

"Never is a long time my sweet Teel." Rogue was hard pressed to keep his voice even when everything in him demanded he make her take that one word back. Demanding that he assert his authority over her. "A very long time." His finger trailed almost absentmindedly along the curve of her neck caressing the skin, grateful for the steady pulse after so many days with it being just a tiny flicker and at the same time wanting to strip the very breath from her lungs. 

Teel tried to move her head away from his stroking finger, but found that she was as impotent in the face of his strength as a newborn. Her anger was riled all over again at her inability to express herself as she would have liked. 

"I would rather die than submit my body to you. You would have to rape me to rob me of so precious a gift." Teel threw her words in his face daring him to touch her with the intent to take her virginity. 

He laughed then. A cold, hard, flat sound drifting over her senses like a serrated edge. "Don't you remember?" he asked, certain she was baiting him, "I already have."

While he was prepared for her outrage at his inflammatory statement, knowing the point of how she came to be his was a sore one, he was caught completely off guard by the frustrated determination behind her attack. Teel struggled so hard against him she almost managed to knock him off balance. Between the fury of her struggles and her clawing hand steadily aiming for his eyes, he supposed he got off lucky with only a few scratches on his face and her curses ringing in his ears.

"You son of a bitch!" Her heaving chest pressed up against his as he leaned over her suppressing her further with his weight, but she paid it no mind, not even when her nipples hardened from the contact. "I will kill you for taking what was not yours to take."

"You haven't changed," he mocked. "Still determined to kill me for sins old and new." He stroked his finger across her cheek, at once enchanted and repelled by the vehemence emanating from her. Teel's head jerked towards his fingers and he just managed to move his hand away before her teeth snapped sharply closed where his finger would have been. "Still a tiger." 

Teel shimmered underneath him with repressed rage and for once, despite all the threats in the past, all the wrongs she had committed against him, she managed to look aggrieved enough to actually take his life.

"Still the same old penchant to deny the truth," he castigated. "You were always mine, to take and do with as I please."

This latest provocation sparked no response from Teel. Her lips remained mutinously sealed, but her eyes made the promises she kept within. 

"This is mine," he laid claim, his tone so soft it could have been mistaking for a lover's voice by a passerby, but this close up Teel knew it for what it was, the sort of soft tone used to lull an enemy into a false sense of security before you tortured them to death. His tone was at direct odds with the finger that slid between her thighs and was stroking around her clit. His questing finger was met with a pool of liquid heat. He kept his eyes locked with hers, reading correctly the horror in her eyes as he continued to make her body melt.

"No." Teel immediately denied the pleasure he was giving her, realizing that she might have something to fear from him after all.

"No?" Anger curled low in Rogue's belly right behind his desire. No matter how often he made it clear to her that he hated her refusals she persisted, uttering the word "no" as if it were a mantra that would keep him at bay. It only inflamed his passions and guaranteed a merciless night. 

"Then surely you cannot deny that this is mine?" That same slick finger slid into the depths of her hot folds. She winced at the greedy, grasping motions her body made trying to keep him inside of her. He only laughed knowing her negations for the lies they were.

"And if none of that sounds correct," he panted, consumed with the need to claim her after so many nights of not being able to, "Then I'm sure this will trigger a memory or two," his low laugh was accompanied by his hand circling her thigh. As he lifted it she knew he was going to slide inside of her and both hated him for it and hungered for it, forgetting the reason behind her anger.

Teel made one last half-hearted effort to deny him, her hand reaching out to still his movements, but that one hand on his chest had barely any impact as he bent over her body and in one thrust claimed what was rightfully his. Teel's body bucked against the motion pushing him deeper.

Her cry of pleasure filled his ears and the fact that she was powerless to hold it back, though he knew she would have liked to with all her heart, acted as a strong aphrodisiac. 

"This is how we are meant to be together Teel." His words in her ear were like poison awakening her to his possession and his interpretation of her surrender. Teel struggled to get herself under control, examining the feel of his thick penis sliding within the tight walls of her pussy. Could she deny that she needed that sweet feeling of falling outside herself? Her nails raked his back, but she said nothing, only raising her foot higher along his back so he could press in deeper.

Biting her lip, Teel was barely able to hold back the complaint that was on the tip of her tongue, certain he was doing it on purpose. Shallow thrusts, slow, almost gentle. Unsatisfying. Instinctually Teel brought her hand between their bodies and let her finger slide over her clit in a barely there caress. Her body reared up sharply as though her mind was not anticipating such pleasure to come from her own hand. She moved her hand to repeat the caress and found it was again restrained. 

Didn't he want to pleasure her? Wasn't that the point of this whole exercise? Or did he want her to beg? Teel swore she wouldn't give him the pleasure.

Rogue kept on with his gentle lovemaking, knowing she could never climax at his current rate. He brushed his fingers over her nipples, her clit, her stomach, up her spine. But never with any real intent to please, only to arouse. He watched the drop of blood that appeared on her lip from the pressure of her teeth and swept his tongue over the small injury while continuing with his arduous task. 

"Just say please when you are ready for the pleasure that only I can give you."

It was that mocking voice cutting through her pleasure fogged brain that gave Teel the strength to repeat her vow from earlier. "Never."

"I told you earlier Teel," he chastised as he pulled almost completely out of her, "Never is a long time." He eased back in, just the tip, before pulling out. And back in and back. Just the tip. Always just the tip, and she felt a gnawing itch between her thighs demanding he push further. Even if he picked back up his previous rhythm anything would be better than just the tip. Wanting him to fill her and feeling so empty. 

Teel thrashed beneath him going out of her mind in agony, but he continued on with the sort of cold, single-minded purposes that he hadn't felt necessary since the night he had given her an overdose of pleasure. Teel began to fall into a sort of homeostasis whereby she was nearly passed out from mental turmoil, but was most definitely still conscious. Rogue monitored her very carefully making sure that she didn't fall into the void of escape where she had lived the last time he had punished her. 

And he waited, so patiently like some jungle cat, until he saw her eyelids flutter closed and he pulled out and thrust all the way in. One hard, powerful thrust of control. Teel convulsed all around him screaming at the top of her lungs as she dragged him along with her. Rogue's body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure closed over. He collapsed on top of her thinking he had never felt anything half so good as the completion of losing himself within Teel, ignoring the part of himself that said she might be the best lover, but she was also the worst betrayer.

What he couldn't ignore were the surprised gasps of pleasure falling from her lips as she fell apart in his arms. It distinctly reminded him of a woman receiving her first orgasm, but he knew that was impossible. He had gifted Teel with orgasm after orgasm during their time together. While he had been accused of being a brute many times, he would never be so remiss as to not pleasure the woman who was fortunate enough to share his bed. 

When their breathing had slowed to a semi-normal pace Teel tried to pull away but Rogue did not loosen his hold. 

Her wide eyes turned to him with a total lack of recognition of him as anything other than the man who had just turned her body against her. "Who are you?" The same words she had used earlier but this time she was looking for more than a simple title to explain who he was. 

What she really wanted to ask was who are you that you can make my body respond so swiftly and so absolutely? Who are you to have such a comfortable familiarity with my body? Who are you that you are buried deep inside me and all I can think about is when you'll make my body betray me again by giving itself up to you? And it would. She knew that it would.

*****************

Teel sat trapped inside a room she was quickly growing to hate. His bedroom. Surrounded by his things. The room had been filled with servants trying to see to her every need since he had left her so swiftly in the middle of the night. She had tried to leave and found two guards blocking her way just outside the door. Another puff of frustrated air slipped from between her lips. Surely he couldn't leave her here all day. 

Flashing her eyes covertly around the room, Teel looked for anything that could be fashioned into a weapon, any weaknesses in the masses surrounding her. After hours of waiting, being cosseted and cajoled into eating, Teel was fed up. The women didn't even engage her in conversation. If it was possible to take care of someone and avoid them at the same time then these women had made an art of it, keeping their eyes fixed to the floor as though staring directly into her eyes would turn them into stone. She maintained her outward façade of calm, but knew internally that she had to do something soon or risk losing her mind.

As the sky darkened a new group of women came, chattering around her as they cajoled her into another bath. The calm she had managed to adopt while bathing was quickly lost when she returned to the room to find a sheer cloth waiting on the bed.

"What is this?" she demanded, full of rage that anyone expected her to wear something so provocative, and for that man who had kept her imprisoned all day. The group of women surrounding her said nothing, only staring as she shook the offending cloth in their faces. Teel tore the thin fabric into shreds throwing the ruined strips at the women's feet. "You tell that man that I will not wear that-," Teel stumbled for a moment, unable to find the words to articulate how degrading she found the outfit. "That poor excuse for an outfit that wouldn't cover my arm, much less my entire body. You tell him I want to see him." Still the women did not move, and Teel, incandescent with fury, was forced to raise her voice further. "Now!" 

The women scuttled away in fear. She had changed right in front of their eyes from a woman of reason to a woman of madness. Teel paced the floor with each step adding to her rage. A sound at the door alerted her that someone had come but it was not the someone she was expecting.

"Well?" Her inpatient greeting was met with a stony, cold glare that should have frozen the blood in her veins, but Teel was immune to his anger, too wrapped up in her own.

"No one summons my son!" the harsh voice condemned her. "You are but a servant here, an unwelcome one at that. You would do well to remember your place and not make trouble. You are in enough of it as it is."

"I am no servant." Teel stared him down, cold stare for cold stare, insolently running her eyes over him as he was running his over her, albeit she stood before him naked while he was fully clothed. 

"Whatever else you are not, you are certainly your mother's daughter." His eyes slid over her breasts as he issued his insulting observation.

Teel immediately perked up at the mention of her parent. "What news of my mother?"

"You know the news of your mother," he snarled back. "You stole her from my bed in the dead of night with your deceitful lies and conniving ways. You may have ensnared my son with that body, but do not think you can do the same to me by flaunting it before me."

Teel barely heard his assessment of her body so focused was she on his earlier words. It wasn't possible. "You lying pig!" she spat at him, utilizing all her self control to stand still and not attack him as he so richly deserved. "You may darken my good name as you like, but if you speak ill of my mother again, I will have your heart for it."

Tazian visibly tensed at her bold insults. She clearly did not know the hatred he bore her or she would be afraid to even show her face before him. "How dare you speak to me in such a way? You who are no more than my son's whore."

"Whatever I am or am not, my mother is a good and kind woman, and she would never betray my father by surrendering her body to another." Teel couldn't defend herself because she honestly didn't know. Her body had betrayed her the night before and she was a stranger to herself, but she knew her mother and the love she held for her husband was stronger than a twine made of a hundred threads. "She would rather die than have him witness her perfidy." Of this Teel was sure.

"He has died," was his quiet rejoinder to her heated defense of her mother's honor. "Your father is dead."

A moment of such profound weakness infiltrated her body until she thought she would pass out. It only lasted a moment before blinding clarity provided her with the strength to take action. She advanced on Tazian so quickly he didn't even have a chance to move. Teel called on every lesson from her youth about speed, grace of movement, the power of the unexpected, the strength of acting with an animal's cold calculation and perfection before a kill. Her eyes glazed over as she bore level with him. 




The Prize Ch. 07



In a flash of motion she stepped near and pulled back holding his hunting knife and his sword, one in each hand, the front of his shirt bearing two slashes. As their eyes met he knew it was by design and not by accident that she hadn't cut a little closer and drawn blood. 

Teel saw the look of wariness creep into his eyes and knew it was light years away from the agony she wanted to see there. 

"Yours will be a long, slow, painful death." She laughed then, an evil laugh better fit for the soulless, as she circled around him. 

"Is something funny?"

Teel glanced swiftly towards the door quickly calculating the threat the newcomer posed to her current plans. The man who claimed to be her lover, although how she could deny that after the previous night she didn't know, and yet she continued to do so.

"Not unless you are amused by vengeance," she replied, not sparing him a second glance.

"I see you've managed to arm her in the short time you were here father," Rogue greeted, slightly amused, more so annoyed that she was before her father naked than that she appeared ready to kill him. "Is there something you would like to tell me father?" 

Tazian could not be bothered to answer his son's question. He doubted if Rogue could see the feral look in her eyes from his vantage point.

"Teel?" Rogue was determined that one of them would explain the situation before one of them wound up hurt, and it was looking increasingly like that someone might be his father.

She flicked him another quick glance before answering. "This man killed my father so he could turn my mother into his whore." She became restless with violence again just voicing the cause of her disgruntlement. She moved closer to Tazian determined to take him down before his son got close enough to stop her. 

"I did not kill your father," Tazian immediately denied. He wasn't aware that she was harboring such ridiculous thoughts. They all knew her father had been dead long before Rogue had arrived at her village.

Teel attacked him then, pushed to her limit. "You liar!" 

Tazian held himself perfectly still, kept his cool, and watched her progress. She was aiming directly for his heart and thankfully was made careless by passion and slashed his arm as he moved at the last second, swinging around swiftly enough to catch her off balance and knock her to the floor. 

Rogue rushed over to disarm her and it took the two of them to hold her down while they waited for a physician. Teel fought the entire time yelling at the top of her lungs, "Liar!" The physician arrived quickly and pressed down sharply behind her left ear. Teel immediately fell unconscious leaving them in peace to talk about what could only be described as the loss of her mind. 

While the physician treated Tazian's arm, Rogue began by apologizing for his father's injury.

"It's not your fault," Tazian excused.

"It is." Rogue was adamant on this point. If he had listened instead of judging her he would have realized what was wrong and been able to do something other than ignore the problem. 

******************

Rogue drifted his hand over the curve of Teel's hip. She was still unconscious, but her breathing had returned to a normal more acceptable rate and the physician had assured him she would wake up shortly feeling no ill effects and having limited memory of the events leading up to her unconsciousness. The last thing he wanted was for Teel to continue to think his father had murdered hers.

He pressed gentle kisses into the back of her neck and smoothed a hand over her belly possessively pressing the smooth globes of her bottom against the growing sign of his desire for her. He gave a low groan as he slid between her thighs, not entering her, but just hovering on the edge of her waiting warmth. Teel murmured something unintelligible and snuggled deeper into his arms. 

"Teel," he called softly. When she didn't answer he figured she was still asleep. It pleased him that she responded to him even while she was resting. Almost against his will, Rogue slid into her warm, tight folds, pushing gently so as not to wake her. He cupped her breast rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger just for the pleasure of touching her silky skin. He groaned into the curve of her neck as her welcoming warmth answered his deep thrusts with clenching muscles as though even in sleep she didn't want to let him go.

"Mmm..." The low moan penetrated the fog of pleasure that had engulfed Rogue. He rolled Teel onto her back gazing down into her green eyes as he continued to push into her. 

"I'm glad you're awake," he told her as he plunged harder now that he didn't have to worry about waking her up. 

He watched her eyes darken as he pleasured her. She submitted to his passion, but did not reciprocate with tender strokes, whispered praise, or heartfelt pleas for more. He brought them both to a quick end, knowing they needed to talk.

Holding Teel tightly in his arms lest she make another one of her senseless bids for escape, Rogue smoothed a hand over the damp curls framing her face. 

"Teel look at me."

She turned her head slowly towards him not really wanting to look at him. She remembered him possessing her body the previous evening and leaving her confined to his quarters for the remainder of the day. But before that, nothing. After that, nothing. She was terrified of why her body responded so strongly to his, of what she couldn't remember. Why she felt a connection and familiarity with him she didn't know, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. 

"You know we are lovers," he began, making sure she was in no doubt as to their relationship. She shifted in discomfort at his words, but said nothing in reply, only continued to look at him with her liquid green eyes. "Do you remember the time we spent together?"

"No." She looked so vulnerable in his arms he immediately pulled her closer trying to infuse her with his strength. 

"Tell me what you remember."

Teel searched her mind for memories and could only call forth a swirling mass of black. She shook her head trying to clear it. "I remember my parents-" Teel stopped midsentence blushing profusely. "I walked in on my parents having sex in the forest and I ran away to give them some privacy. That afternoon we had a tournament of skill that I won over my father. I remember the look in his eyes when he hugged me." She smiled in fond remembrance, her eyes fixed on a point he couldn't see. "He was so proud of me." She fell silent. "And then nothing."

"It has been several years since that memory," he told her, his hand massaging her neck in comfort as he continued on. "Your father died that same year. Do you remember?"

Teel shook her head, unshed tears glimmering in her eyes. 

Rogue continued, knowing the most important thing he could do at that point was tell her the truth. "Three or so weeks ago I crushed your village and took you and your people captive." Teel immediately tensed against him, her hand pressed against his chest rejecting his person as well as his words. His hands on her neck tightened further warning her not to press the issue because he wouldn't be releasing her until he desired to do so. "You have lain in my arms and worshipped me with your body for over two weeks. That is why you are powerless to resist my simplest touch."

He could see clearly by looking at her face that she rejected every word he spoke. Her sharp teeth drew blood on her already bruised lip as she bit down in her anxiety. Her eyes gleamed with the sort of murderous intent that he remembered from times gone by and he tightened his grip on her lest she pull another of her sudden attacks as she was wont to do. 

"A little over a week ago you helped your people escape and after the fact you stood before all my people and defied them and I, daring us to take you to task for it. Do you remember any of this?"

"No." This no was laden with cold purpose. She didn't remember it, but her tone said if she had it to go back and do over again she wouldn't change a thing.

"We can't go on this way Teel. You can't keep defying me. You can't keep attacking me. You can't keep trying to escape." 

Her defiant eyes telegraphed their silent challenge back at him, can't I?



The Prize Ch. 08



Teel sat by the window looking out, languishing in her luxurious prison. She was captive and unhappy about it. Her glittering gaze dropped to the gold band around her left ankle that was attached to a bolt in the wall. For his protection he had said. To keep her from attacking him as he entered her gilded prison. Locked away from everyone but him. 

She heard him enter the room and bristled with renewed displeasure. She, captive. Even the word disagreed with her. 

He approached her stiff form and raised her chin so her eyes were level with his. "Do you remember," he asked. "Do you remember us?"

"No," she replied, shifting in his hold, restless just for being near to someone she loathed so much.

His hand slid up between her legs and parted the silken folds there. She pulled hard against his hold, but he would not release her until he had what he was after. His finger pushed into her dry, unwelcoming depths before withdrawing just as swiftly. He released Teel, pushing her away from him as though she disgusted him. Teel couldn't fathom why but for just a moment she felt bad that her body hadn't welcomed him as he had expected. And then cold reason asserted itself and reaffirmed that he had no business expecting anything from her except disdain and hatred. 

He settled across from her on the bed, his eyes gleaming in the night as he spoke. "My mother was one of your people." Her eyes shifted to him in surprise. He kept on speaking as though he didn't expect a response to that interesting tidbit. "I never told you that, but I'm certain you must have guessed it. That night is forever burned in my memory. The way your slick skin glistened in the night as you pleasured yourself on me, the way you drove me out of my mind. Your nipples were perfect hard berries of temptation as they begged for my mouth, and I wanted to give them my attention but it was so easy to become distracted by other things. Like the way you clenched your pussy so tightly around me that it felt like your hand. Better than your hand. You were so wet and welcoming. You couldn't get enough of me. You took me so deep I was sure you could taste me in the back of your throat. And the entire time you tried to hold on to your control, to use my body as a weapon against me." He looked into Teel's glazed eyes and knew that she was getting as caught up in the story as he was. Her mouth had parted slightly as though she couldn't get enough air. 

"Do you remember what happened then?" His eyes dropped to the hard pebbles he could see clearly through her shift, before lifting to see her answer even though he already knew what it would be. Her head shook slowly from side to side as though she was in a trance and could not find her voice to speak or even the will to move normally.

"I ripped you apart one delicious scream at a time. You were always vocal when taking your pleasure. The feel of your convulsing body in my arms is one I can live a lifetime remembering. How you arch your spine and neck when you cum, how you spread your legs that little bit wider as though begging for one more taste, how you cling in the moment before you remember who you are. I love to watch you fall apart."

Teel could feel the pulse between her legs speed up at his words. It had been a mild itch since he had started talking and was quickly approaching a raging inferno. She turned her head away from him. He was so virile sitting there, praising her and desiring her in the same moment. 

"It is easy to boast of an event that I cannot recall, for how can I dispute the accuracy of your words having no knowledge of them?" She was angry for feeling aroused and wanted to hit back at him for making her feel so out of sorts. If she had remembered him then she would have know better than to provoke him when he was clearly aroused.

"Shall I bring the event to your recollection now?" he offered. "Shall I push your thighs apart and show you how you cried, how your thighs shook with fatigue after I worked your body so hard, how your voice rose in pure panic as you realized there was nothing you could do to stop me?" His flesh visibly hardened just thinking about it. "Shall I?" he questioned, watching her eyes widen as she watched his flesh swell before her. 

Her head shook silently negating that she wanted any such thing, but the swift breath she pulled into her lungs told of her involuntary excitement. He moved swiftly gathering her into his arms. He easily subdued her struggles and pressed his finger between her thighs again. His finger came back dripping wet with her desire.

His triumphant eyes flashed down into hers. He turned abruptly to leave the chamber before he did something she would regret. Teel sat where he left her tempted to spread her thighs and pleasure herself. Heathen he might be, but his tongue was lined with silver and he could call the birds down from the trees, much less excite her with his words. 

***

The next day dawned clear and bright with Teel settling into an unhappy routine. Rogue took her to bathe, spent time dressing her, ate his morning meal with her. All without saying a word. Teel took her cue from him and remained silent throughout the morning. He disappeared in the afternoon and she was left alone with a slew of scrolls and games. She didn't touch anything, but rather sat by the window willing herself to remember. 

Night fell and Rogue came as she knew he would. He started shedding his clothes as he entered the room and she backed away from him until her back was against the wall. He crossed over to her and drew her resistant form over to the chair in front of her vanity. He turned her to face him as he sat in the servant's chair directly across from her.

He started the night off like the one before. "Do you remember us?" he asked.

"No," Teel replied.

He gave a small unconcerned shrug and continued on as though it didn't matter sliding his fingers between her legs. Only Rogue knew that each day that passed without her memory filled him with an increasing sense of dread. What would he do with her if she failed to remember? She was too dangerous as she was. His fingers found she was damp but nowhere near the liquid pool of desire he wanted her to be. He brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned each one of them with his tongue. 

"You shared something with me once," he told her, watching as she struggled to keep her eyes above his waist. 

Teel feared for her sanity if he kept up these teasing games he was wont to play. She knew what it felt like to have his thick pleasure rod in her and she was afraid to look lest she suffer lust of the eye. But watching him taste her passion wasn't helping to calm the insidious desire she felt taking hold of her.

"Your naked body was propped in front of me and you touched yourself for my pleasure. At least I think it was for my pleasure. It's hard to say because you were enjoying it as much as I was, if not more. You had my dagger between your sweet pussy lips, but it was nothing like having me there, was it? You could squeeze, but it wouldn't reward you by brushing your clit or talking dirty to you or tasting you with its tongue. No. That was me between your legs with my mouth sucking your pleasure nub between my teeth giving you the pain and the pleasure that you desired."

Teel could barely breathe. He was killing her with his hot wicked words, the smoldering look in his eyes that told her she was lucky he wasn't buried in her yet, and the slick smell of his arousal. His penis had long since hardened and was standing between them hard and thick and proud. Her hand itched with the desire to wrap around it, but she stilled herself knowing this was all just a test. It was hard to remember that though as his words continued to pour over her making her want to give in for as long as it took him to pleasure her.

"I loved watching you. My eyes lit a scorching path over your skin, but you were the one who was so hot you burned the eyes right out of my head. You came for me when I wasn't even touching you. Your words were a seduction so pure and powerful that even now they have the power to make me weep with desire." His hand swept over the pearly drop that had gathered on the tip of his penis and he swept it up with his thumb bringing the taste to his mouth.

She was hard pressed to bite back the moan that had risen in her throat. Did he have any idea what he was doing to her with his visual display of pure eroticism?

"They say turnabout is fair play Teel, so let's see how you like it," he warned, his eyes locked to hers, drawing her in deeper. "I want you to know how stimulating I find you, whether you're touching me or not, just thinking about you is enough to make me hard. I love the feel of your hands on me. Your mouth. Your eyes. I want to take you again and again in every way I can think of. I want to fuck you hard and fast until you beg for mercy, and then I want to do it all over again."

His breath grew shallow and she knew he was going to cum, and she waited, wanting to see for herself the kind of response she could draw from him. His hand wrapped around his steel rod and stroked it once before his pleasure erupted in a stream of white relief. 

Unconsciously her tongue came out and wet her top lip. It was clear to him what she wanted to do to him. "Come here," he invited. Teel held herself in check, but just barely.

"No."

His hand reached out and snagged in her hair to drag her closer. "Yes." The pressure on her head pushed her face within an inch of his straining member and she knew what he wanted.

Mutinously she turned her head to the side refusing his silent demand. "Lick it clean." His hand tightened ominously as she remained still bringing tears to her eyes. She leaned forward flicking just the tip of her tongue against the head. Her tongue came back coated with his cum and as she absorbed the taste in her mouth she found it pleasing and without urging leaned forward again.

Her tongue and mouth raced over his flesh picking up every drop she could find savoring the taste before bending over him again. Her eyes spied one last glob on the side of his hand still gripping his straining flesh, but she ignored it. 

"All of it." His gruff words caused her mouth to form a stiff straight line. She had already done as much as she would do for him this day. His hand in her hair dragged her down until her lips were pressed against it and he held her there. After a few seconds she realized she didn't have much choice and swept her tongue out to cleanse that one last spot. "Now suck it," he commanded. She could see the gleaming passion in his eyes and knew he would force her if she refused and yet some hitherto unexplored dark part of her wanted him to force her. 

His free hand swept down and clutched a handful of the fabric she was wearing. She raised her eyes to his daring him to tear it. She had barely looked up before the sound of ripping filled her ears. His hand dropped down and pinched her nipple hard. Her spine arched at the pain pushing her further into his painful hold. He twisted her sore nipple until a cry fell from her lips. And though her mind understood he was giving her pain and a lesson in domination, the liquid fire between her thighs was giving a different message. She clenched her thighs together and gritted her teeth as he moved to the other nipple. 

He squeezed hard and watched impassively as she winced. In truth he didn't want her to suck him. Not when he knew he could fuck her any way he wanted to in punishment. He dragged her up to stand in front of him glorying in her defiance. Her nipple hardened, red and inviting, as he released it. "Should I suck it?" he asked, his mouth watering at the thought. 

"No." The word was swift in coming and he knew then what he would do to her. 

His fingers slid between her legs thrusting gently into her lush folds. He withdrew abruptly and gathered both her hands in one of his prepared for her to fight him. He slid his middle finger down her back, slowly so as to allow her mind to assimilate what he was going to do. He felt the moment she stilled and then stiffened and knew she would begin to fight him any minute. His fingers fluttered softly around her puckering hole, kindly asking for entrance. He pressed a single finger against the center of her tight hole and moved it gently forward. She protested immediately trying to pull herself free and cursing him with the fullness of her vocabulary. He laughed at her ineffectual struggles and pushed the finger in past the knuckle. Withdrawing the finger he lifted his eyes to her face before pushing it back in. He saw her eyelids flutter as she continued to rain abuse down on his head. He knew from past experience that her fluttering eyelids were a sign of intense pleasure and he repeated the motion. Gradually her struggles and her insults ceased and he felt comfortable releasing her hands. With his free hand he slid three fingers into her pussy and used a forth to massage her quivering clit. He could feel her pleasure mounting swiftly and she leaned into his hands as he played her like a well used instrument. She convulsed in his arms and couldn't begin to hold back the screams of pleasure falling from her lips. He used the opportunity to pick up the remnants of her shift from the floor and swiftly maneuvered her over to the bed before she could think to protest. He deftly tied her hands around the post and moved around her. Her labored breathing made it hard for her to voice any protest, but eventually she managed a breathy, "Untie me." She sagged heavily against the bed hating that her voice lacked the control or authority that she wanted to inject in it. Hating that he had once again dominated her using nothing more than her body as his weapon of choice. 

"Or else?" he casually queried. "What will you do if I don't? One would think you would be trying to sweeten me up right now. After all who knows what I could do to you in this position?"

Teel didn't have the sense to be afraid of him and defied him yet again. "What can you do that you haven't already done? I am nothing to you but a body upon which to plow your seed and I despise every second I have to spend in your company."

Rogue's eyes darkened a fury black better fit for the pits of hell and there was no kindness in his face as he paced around Teel. His hand slid down her back and cupped her ass. Teel immediately became aware of how he had positioned her. Her upper body was supported by the bed and her lower body hung off the side. She felt his hot breath on her backside as he kneeled next to her. His lips traced the curve of one round globe and she trembled at the light touch. He stood and she felt him reposition her legs to widen her stance. His solid warmth pressed against her and she felt his hardness as he pressed her cheeks apart. 

Her head lifted and her wild eyes sought his. "No."

He pressed forward slowly and she tightened against him refusing him entrance. "No."

"Relax," he bade her, his hand soothing her hair away from her damp brow. 

"No." She struggled wildly against him and he gave a humorless laugh knowing her struggles counted for nothing. 

He pushed harder against her forcing entrance and she screamed against the intrusion. "Don't do this," she begged lifting her tear streaked face to his. 

Rogue felt a twinge of sympathy as he looked at her, knowing this time the pain was real and even in his anger found himself unable to hurt her. And yet his fury demanded satisfaction. 

Relief washed over Teel as she felt his withdrawal and a silent prayer was lifted in thanks for her salvation. Silence surrounded her as she heard the quiet swoosh of the door closing. Would he leave her like this? 

She twisted her wrists ineffectually trying to free herself before he returned. She sensed his presence before she saw him and flipped a quick look over her shoulder before resuming her struggles. He stopped at her side and sat a small tray on the table beside her. Her wary eyes met his as he lifted a brush for her to examine. As soon as her eyes connected with it she felt a shaft of fear move through her and the curtain that was shrouding her mind twitched giving her a glimpse of the pinnacle of pleasure and pain with a line so thin between the two as to be barely discernable. The curtain fell heavily back into place leaving her with no real idea where the fear was coming from, but a heavy dread still held her heart in its grip. 

Rogue correctly read the fear in her eyes and for a moment wondered if she remembered. But he knew if she had she would have immediately started promising him the moon to hold off what was coming. As it was she only stared at him with a look of wild eyed fear and pure confusion etched sharply across her face. 

He dipped the brush into the cup and moved out of her line of sight gently brushing the tightly puckered hole that would soon beg for his attention. Her spine arched sharply as the brush connected and a loud gasp was ripped from her throat. He dipped the brush back into the cup and retraced the same area again until she was liberally covered with it. His industrious hands dipped the brush again and he gently dragged the bristles over her moist cunt. She leaned heavily into the motion and followed the brush with her hips as he moved away. He brought it back seconds later moving the soft bristles over her clit. To Teel it felt as though a thousand fingers were running over her aroused flesh, each in quick succession, and she sucked deep breaths into her lungs as the intense pleasure washed over her demanding an orgasm. 

"What did you put on me?" she panted. Sweat slicked her brow with the effort she was exerting not to climax as the bristles were removed. 

"Just a memory. An enjoyable one if I remember correctly." His lips found the curve of her shoulder and his soft insidious voice gently urged her to completion. "Just let go." And how she wanted to. She shifted restlessly wishing she could bring her hands down between her legs to just stroke once. "Give me what we both want and let me watch you cum."

And she did. His eyes on her acted as an additional drug, drawing out the pleasure until it was unbearable. It was unlike anything she had known before; sharp, intense and yet wholly unsatisfying. She could still feel the fire between her legs and around her tiny hole. She knew without a doubt that he would try to enter her there again, and by the greedy sucking motions she could feel it making she knew this time her treacherous body would welcome him. And as if he was reading her mind and was anxious to see her proved right he pushed his finger back into her tender rear hole. Her sphincter clenched tight around his finger dragging him in deeper than he had intended to push. A low mindless moan of pleasure fell from her lips as her lips betrayed her. "More."

He slid one hand up her back to steady her as he withdrew his finger and prepared to insert two. Her back was slick with sweat and it was clear she was again resisting climax. His fingers slid easily into her welcoming flesh, twisting as they were withdrawn and roughly pushed back in. Her head fell forward and the heartfelt, "Oh God," that was dragged from her mouth told him how deeply she was enjoying herself. He slid a third finger in. "Oh fuck," she screamed pulsing around him in another heart stopping orgasm. 

A harsh breath was dragged in to oxygen starved lungs before she lifted her head. Her eyes met his for a moment before she said the word he had been waiting a lifetime to hear. "Yes."

Rogue slid swiftly into her sopping pussy before burying his length in her ass. Teel was incandescent with pleasure, rippling in his arms like a tumultuous sea.

"You're so tight," he praised, feeling nearly strangled by the death grip her sphincter had on his turgid flesh and so enthralled with the sheer pleasure of it he wasn't sure he could hold on to his sanity. 




The Prize Ch. 08



Teel leaned into his hold, welcoming each thrust, begging for it. "Oh yes. Yes! More; give me more." 

And he gave more, and more until he could feel her muscles rippling around him. As he felt her muscle clench down he was certain it was deliberate and not just a reaction to his possession. She was insatiable, consumed with her own pleasure, and beautiful with it. They came together in an explosion of bliss and this time it was he who lost consciousness in the depths of her body. 

Reality was slow in returning. He acknowledged first the soft pillow cushioning him, and then the fact that it was breathing, albeit shallowly under the press of his weight. He adjusted their bodies into a more comfortable position and gently brushed the hair off Teel's forehead. His mind wandered as his hand idly stroked her soft curves. Who was this woman? Not the Teel of before who had begged for mercy. This was a woman who welcomed pleasured, embraced it, and would never back away from it. Who was she? And did he still long for the old Teel when he could have the new one?

Teel turned slowly towards Rogue, easing away from his caress. Her clear, direct eyes held his for a second before darting away. At first he thought she was shy of him because of the intimacies they had shared, but her words set him straight. 

"I remember." She slid completely off the bed. "I remember everything."