6 comments/ 20090 views/ 1 favorites Laresa's World Ch. 02: Ryan By: Daniellekitten Laresa lay curled on the pillows that served as her bed when she was inside of the ring, her body relaxing even though her mind was spinning a thousand miles a minute. He'd lied to her, after all the time he'd held her ring, making her perform his disgusting and obscene duties with little mercy as to her wishes, knowing the rules specifically said that lying would snatch the ring from his grasp and send her back on her voyage through time and space, he'd done it anyway. And thank the Gods in all the heavens for small favors. The man had been a pig, both in demeanor and in actions. He had to be one of the worst whose hands she'd fallen into during the years she'd been trapped in this ring. He'd used her body foully, she thought, shifting her hands down her naked sides and over her slender thighs, remembering how often he would bring her so close to her pleasures and then not allow them to happen, how he'd ordered her to never touch herself to bring herself to orgasm. How many years had she suffered his touch, how many years had her body been deprived the pleasure it was capable of giving. But no more, she thought, her fingers slipping between her slender thighs and finding the wetness between, hidden by the soft white blonde curls that covered her sex. She traced one finger over her flesh, twitching when it grazed the hard bud of her clit. Her head fell back against the pillows, the moonlight curls of hair that covered her head flowing down around her and over the pillows to lie on the floor of the ring. Her bare breasts jiggled as she pleasured herself, her nipples growing harder until she reached up with wet fingers to pinch and twist those pale pink buds. Her breath grew short, her hips rising against the caress of her fingers, feeling two stretch the delicate flesh of her wet cunt, sliding inside to twist and thrust until she could feel the sweet climax just within her reach. With her eyes shut, she thought back to other masters who had used her, flipping through them like an index in her mind until she found the visage of the one she sought, a dark knight who would seek her out after every win he had, whether it be for property, reputation, or valor. She pictured him now, his dark face between her pale thighs, teasing her with sly touches of his tongue until she would beg him to finish her, her body like quick silver in his hands, undulating desperately. He would, finding her clit with his hot lips and tongue, his fingers thrusting into her until they seemed little more than a blur, and she would come over his mouth, her juices tasting of the sweetest of nectars, their scent that of cinnamon, sandalwood and musk. She felt it now, that tightening that triggered the climax, a massive reward for the time she'd spent servicing an ill kempt cowboy. It was so close, so desperately, agonizingly close. And then she felt the warmth that heralded her calling and the pull of the ring that forced her to obey. "NO!" she cried, feeling her body turn to the gray smoke that signified her change. New York City—October 1929 Ryan Richards stared down in dismay at the body that lay on the street in front of him and then glanced up at the tall building above him. Another jumper, he thought sadly, bending down to check for a pulse, though there wasn't much of a hope for one. That's when he saw the ring. It was a pretty piece, bright gold with an amazingly big stone that winked in the sunshine of the cold autumn day. It might fetch him a decent price if he could find the right market for it. With the hands of a professional thief, which is what he was, he pulled the ring off the quickly cooling fingers of the corpse, standing to greet the cops that were just pulling up with their sirens howling. "Another bloke trying to see if he could fly," he said, sliding his hand into his pocket, the ring tucked securely in his fist. "It's the damn stock market, that's what it is. All those people who lost all that money don't think they have anything left to live for. I think they lost their mind too." One of the cops started shooing away the crowd of people that were gathered to see the carnage, the other bent over the body, checking for a pulse before lifting up the man's jacket and covering his face with it, just as the newsmen pulled up with their huge cameras and flashing lights. "Yeah," Ryan said, ducking his head a little in his coat as if he were cold and backing away from the scene. In his business it was always better to keep his face out of the newspapers. He pulled up the collar, disappearing into the crowd and down an alley, heading for home. Home was a small one room flat on the fifth floor of a rickety old building. The elevator barely ever worked, the rats were as big as small cats, and he could hear his neighbor snoring through the thin walls. But it was cheap, close to where his hunting grounds were, and the neighbors didn't give two shits about what he did. The landlord was a lazy, cheap son of a bitch who didn't turn on the heat until the middle of November. So his room was always cold. He walked into the small room, stopping to pick up the blanket that he kept over his one kitchen chair and throwing it around his shoulders. It felt colder inside than it did out. Then he sat down on the ratty sofa that had come with the place and was also his bed and pulled the ring out of his pocket. Turning it around in his hand, he looked for any kind of marking to show when it was made. The inside was smooth gold, soft from wear, polished by time. He slipped it on his big hand, amazed that it actually fit his wide finger. Holding it up to the light, he admired the dark stone, watching it glimmer. It might fetch a good price. He could take it down to the broker on Sixth Street, Louis Haggle's place. Louie always got him a decent price and never squealed to the cops that his merchandise might be procured in some illegal manner. Ryan went to pull the ring off, meaning to put it in his pocket and see what he had around that could possibly be edible. He yanked on it, but it wouldn't budge. Spitting on his fingers, he twisted the ring around, getting it slippery in his saliva and went to try again. Instead, he watched, fascinated as a puff of gray smoke rose in the air, coalescing into the form of a beautiful woman. "Whoa," he whispered, jumping up off the sofa and stepping back and away from the woman, his hand raised. "Who are you?" "My name is Laresa, Master. You have called me from the ring." He looked down at his hand as she gestured towards it, staring at the ring. The gem, once bright and glittering, was now dull and lifeless. "You're telling me that you came from this ring? How is that possible?" "I am a genie, Master. The ring is my home when I am not serving my master. Would you like to hear the rules governing my service?" Ryan was just staring at the almost naked woman who was standing in his living room. She was small, her head coming barely to his mid chest. But her curves proclaimed her all woman, with nicely rounded breasts that were barely covered by the thin vest that left her stomach bare to his eyes. A round purple gem could be seen, winking from her navel. Her legs were encased in sheer bloomers, allowing the lines of her legs to be clearly seen. Her hips were covered in a more opaque fabric but in the light from the window, he thought he caught a faint glimpse of the outline of her sex between her legs. "Huh?" he said, looking back up into her face and finding himself lost in the amethyst color of her eyes. "Would you like to know the genie rules, Master?" Laresa said, her tone a little harsh. He'd interrupted her in the middle of having her first orgasm in a century's time and he couldn't get his head around to grasp who she was? She had the right to be a little annoyed. "Oh," he said, "ah, yeah, sure. Fire away." Ryan walked around the girl, his eyes roaming over every line and curve. Great, Laresa thought. Another pervert. "I cannot bring anyone back from the dead, Master. I do not have powers that great. I cannot force someone into loving you. I cannot change episodes that deal with wars or major events. I cannot..." "Sounds like you cannot do a lot of things. What can you do?" He let his hand reach out and touch her hair, feeling the warm silk of it curl around his fingers. "What would you like me to do, Master?" Laresa said, feeling his fingers playing in her hair, one hand stroking down the line of her back. "I'd like a steak and baked potato," Ryan said, his hand trailing across her ass, and giving one globe a firm squeeze as if checking it for ripeness. "Your wish is my command, Master," she said, blinking her eyes and staring over at the table. Ryan smelled it first. That wonderful meaty smell of steak cooked perfectly, seared on the outside and pink and juicy on the inside. Turning his head, he did a double take, his hand dropping from the girl as he stared at his kitchen table. What had once been scarred formica was now heavy oak, gleaming and honey colored. A cushioned leather chair sat in front of it. Bone china was placed in front of the chair, along with a platter that was covered by a sterling silver dome. Candles were lit and wine was breathing in a silver wine bucket while crystal glasses gleamed. "Holy moley," he breathed. Walking carefully over to the table, he reached a shaking hand out to touch the chair first, pulling it away from the table and sitting down slowly. "Fuck me. It's real," he whispered. "Yes, Master. I hope you like the steak. I took the image of what you wanted and made it real." She went to stand next to Ryan, leaning over to lift the silver dome from the platter, displaying a beautifully cooked piece of meat that had the saliva gathering in his mouth. "Please, God," he prayed quietly. "If you are going to wake me from this dream, let me eat first." He picked up his silverware and Laresa moved the steak onto his plate, pouring him a glass of the fine red wine and then stepping back and to the side to watch his pleasure. Ryan smiled as he took in his first forkful of the succulent steak that was cook perfectly. He savored every bite of his delicious meal, finally sitting back against the padded chair and twirling his wine in the crystal wine glass. For the first time he could remember, he was full and content. He turned to say something to Laresa, blinking in surprise as she held out a cigar for him, the tip cut off expertly. "How did..." "It was there, in the picture in your mind, Master. The perfect steak dinner is always followed by the perfect cigar." She held out a long wooden match that was already lit and watched as he puffed on the cigar, bowing the smoke out above his head. "So this is real then?" he asked, staring at her through the smoke. "I am real, yes Master." "And I'm allowed three wishes?" "No, Master. I am your until you break the rules, or until the ring is taken from you. Only the person whose finger wears the ring can command me." Ryan twisted the gold ring on his finger, setting the cigar down into the crystal ashtray she held out to him. "So I could wish for a penthouse suite on... Whoa!" he shouted as the world around him seemed to spin out of control. He reached out to grab for his table and it wasn't there. Instead, his body sank down onto one of the softest mattresses he'd ever felt. It was covered in satin, sleek and silky around him. He looked up to see Laresa standing next to the mattress, her arms crossed over her chest. "Will this do, Master?" she asked, gesturing around her with a small bow. Opulent was the only word that came to mind when Ryan looked around the room. The bed was huge, easily big enough to sleep four comfortably. The room was very masculine with dark colors and leather chairs, thick wide pillows upon the bed and thickly carpeted floors. He sat up, staring around him then reached over and grabbed Laresa, pulling her into his arms and hugging her close in his glee. "I can't believe this. It's mine?" he asked, staring into her beautiful face. "Yes, Master," she affirmed, grinning up at him. He wasn't like her last master. No, Laresa could look into his soul and see the trueness of the man inside. There was a little blackness on his soul, but that wasn't from meanness. No, it was the cruel and twisted tricks that fate played upon the man that had added that blackness. Ryan looked down at the loveliness of the young girl. "How old are you?" he asked suddenly. "I have no knowledge of the passing of time, Master, such as you would know of it. I wasn't and then I was. I have been in that ring for millennia, always at the whim of a Master or Mistress." She looked down at his shirt suddenly, her fingers picking nervously at a spot on the white fabric. She wondered if he would ask. She hoped he would, because only if he asked would she be able to tell him the way to free her from the ring. "And you grant as many wishes as that Master wants you too?" Ryan laughed suddenly, pushing her off of him to bounce from the bed and throw open the doors he could see. One led to a huge closet full of clothes. He checked one suit and whistled. "My size even," he said, smiling back at Laresa. Laresa felt a spurt of disappointment that he hadn't asked, but there was still time. She liked this Master. He hadn't yet tried to grab her breast or force her to suck his cock, though she didn't think she'd mind so much if Ryan did. "I think we need to change and go out for the evening, Laresa. You can change out of that..." he pointed to her genie outfit, "can't you?" "Yes, Master." He turned to peruse the closet one more time and whistled again, this time when his eyes fell upon the black tuxedo, hung by itself on a rack. "Swanky threads," he said, leaning in and taking it out. He turned to lay it across the bed, and stopped dead in his tracks. "Is this what you wished for me to wear, Master?" Laresa asked, a sly smile upon her lush lips. "Uh, yeah," Ryan said, trying not to swallow his tongue. The blonde beauty had lost the genie look, instead she wore a long sheath of black silk that glittered with thousands of sequins. Her hair was shorter, curling around her face and barely touching her shoulders. At her ears were long diamond earrings that swung beguilingly as she walked. Her legs could be seen with every step she took through a long slit in the front of the gown, looking miles long in the skinny strappy black heels she wore upon her feet. "Lara, sweetheart, you look..." he held his hands up, unable to come up with a word adequate enough to describe her loveliness. He reached out, touching the diamonds at her ear, slipping the long length over his palm. "Are these the real deal?" "Yes, Master." She held still as he let the earring slide out of his hand, the back of his fingers slipping over her smooth shoulder and down to the curve of her breast, barely touching the sleek rounded flesh that could be seen above the neckline of her gown. Laresa took a deep breath, feeling those warm fingers brush over her skin. "Master?" she asked, lifting her hand to his chest, watching as he slowly lifted his gaze from the creamy mounds to her violet eyes. "Is there anything I can do for you, Master? Anything you wish for me to do?" she said huskily, her fingers sliding down over the white shirt he wore, stopping to play with one of the buttons. "You will do whatever I wish?" he asked, his voice growing deep. "Oh, yes, Master," she said eagerly. "Anything?" he asked, his fingers rising to play with the thin straps that held her gown up. "You have but to wish it to make it my command, Master." Her other hand lifted, pushing the small button through its hole and exposing hard male flesh. "Then I wish for you to sit and wait over there, I'm going to take a shower," Ryan said, chuckling when he saw the look of confused desire upon her lovely face. He watched as she stalked away, sitting down with a huff and crossing her arms under her firm, full breasts, making the flesh above jiggle enticingly. It didn't matter, whether woman or genie, a woman disappointed would make that fact known. He walked into the bathroom whistling one long note when he saw the set up. It was huge, tiled in black and white, the tub was sunken and large enough to fit four people very easily. A shower stood in one corner of the room, etched glass doors closing off the black tiled space that would easily fit two with a multitude of shower heads. Huge fluffy towels sat a top a small bench and the room was riot with green plants. Small French doors led out to a balcony and Ryan couldn't help but step outside to see the view. It was a dizzying view down to the street level, the cars that were going by seemed little more than children's toys from this height. The lights of New York City spread out before him as if awaiting his every demand and laying down a jeweled carpet of twinkling stars just for him. "This can't be real," he whispered, crossing his arms over his chest to block some of the chill and staring around him. The view was incredible, the clothing impeccable, and the woman in the other room beyond compare. "YES!" he shouted, feeling as if he ruled the world. He spun and hurried back into the bathroom to get ready. It was a much different Ryan Richards that stepped out of the bathroom then went in. Where once he had been stubbled and tattered, he was now clean shaven, his hair slicked back in the latest style. The tuxedo's fit was impeccable, emphasizing his trim, muscular physique honed though years of cat burglaring, the white shirt making his skin appear dark. He finished fixing his cuff link as he walked into the room. "Good fit, doll." "Thank you, Master." Laresa rose from where she'd been sitting and walked over to Ryan. Her hands smoothed the fabric of the tux jacket across his shoulders before turning to let him help her into the small fur jacket and then linking her arm in his. They made their way down to the lobby, stepping outside into the cold air of the evening. Ryan stepped to the curb, ready to hail a taxi when a beautiful limo pulled up in front of him. The driver got out quickly, doffing his hat and holding open the door. "Mr. Richards?" Ryan looked back at Laresa who smiled. He handed her in, waiting until she moved over in the seat and then slid into elegance. The ride to the Savoy didn't take long, but it was done in style, pulling up to the sidewalk in front of the swinging nightclub with all the fanfare of movie stars. Their door was opened for them and they were swept inside right to the maitre d'. "Mr. Richards," he exclaimed, his voice warm and welcoming as if Ryan were returning royalty. "We've held your table, sir. It's wonderful to see you, and looking so well, also." Ryan returned the greeting than glanced over at Laresa to see her smiling smugly. They followed the nattily dressed man to a table that overlooked the huge dance floor. A bottle of champagne was brought to them immediately after being seated, the waiter popping the cork and pouring the sparkling bubbly into two crystal flutes. As soon as he left, Ryan scooted his chair closer to Laresa's. "You did all of this?" "Of course, Master." "But I thought I had to wish it for it to be your command?" he asked, confused as he reached out and took her hand in his, playing with her long fingers almost absentmindedly. "You wished for a night out, Master. That is what I'm giving you." "Yeah, you're putting on the ritz, that's for sure." "Does that mean you approve, Master?" she asked, her smile lighting up her face. "Oh doll, I definitely approve. But I got one question. How's a palooka like me supposed to afford something like this? I definitely don't have the jack for this joint." Laresa's World Ch. 02: Ryan Laresa leaned over and ran her fingers across the front of his tuxedo jacket before reaching inside and pulling out an expensive leather wallet. "Master, you didn't forget your wallet, it is right here," she said, smiling at him as he took it from her. He opened it, whistling when he saw the denomination on the bills. He stared at it and then stared back at her before putting the money back in his pocket. "I gotta know, you aren't going to up and leave me holding the bag with all of this...?" he asked holding up his hands. "I mean, this tux alone costs more jack then what I pull in all month." "I am yours until a rule is broken or until you let go of the ring, Master." "I think I need to go and make sure that guy that swan dived gets a swanky funeral," Ryan said almost to himself. Up on the stage, the light grew dim, a woman stepped out, a light shining down on her from up above. She seemed to fit in with the mood of the night, sleek and opulent, her raven black hair curled around her shoulders, her red sequined gown almost blinding in the spot lights. The band started playing some soft, slow and jazzy and she opened her mouth, her voice a husky siren's song as she sang the lyrics. Ryan rose, reaching out his hand for Laresa and pulled her out to the dance floor. She stepped into his arms, fitting there as if made for them. His hand found the smooth skin of her back, exposed by the low dip of her gown and he pulled her even closer as they moved around the floor. Laresa felt the desire that had been unfulfilled for so long create an itch between her thighs, a need that being held so close was making even worse. For not the first time, she wished that she was allowed to take the initiative, to act on her own free will and not wait to be called or to be given the freedom by a Master to do as she wished. But even that had been taken from her when she'd been put into the ring. The music floated through the large room, creating a mood in Ryan for romance. Or perhaps it was the woman in his arms that was making him feel so, he didn't know. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Is there anything in the rules about love making?" "No, Master," she said, shivering as his warm breath caused goose flesh to rise. "I am yours to command in all ways." He took her hand and led her back to their table, sitting down and pulling her chair closer. His hand slid onto her leg under the long white tablecloth, his fingers stroking slowly upwards, the slit in the front of her gown leaving her leg bare to his touch. "Part your thighs," he said, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. Laresa did as she was commanded, breathlessly, feeling his big, hot hand slip further up her leg, tormenting her by moving ever closer to her needy flesh before moving away. He teased her, running his fingers up and down, until finally his hand settled with possessive delicacy over the soft flesh of her cunt. Then it was his turn to gasp, for his hand slid into wet heat, no barrier coming between them. "You sly minx," he whispered to her as his fingers parted her swollen nether lips, pushing into the opening of her needy sex. He stroked his finger slowly, pulling it out to swirl it around the hard knot of her clit before thrusting inside of her again. He could feel her body tensing, her face flushing as he played with her, enjoying the way she tried so hard to not moan, to not let any of the people around them know what he was doing to her. "Would you like to come, Laresa?" he asked her, using his other hand to pull her legs a little further apart. "Yes, Master," she whimpered, fighting to keep her hips from moving in time with his fingers. "Good," he said. "Let's go home." He pulled his hand away from her wet flesh, lifting his fingers to her mouth and sliding them against her soft lips until she opened them, her tongue coming out to taste her juices. "What's a tasty skirt like you doing with a bum like him?" Ryan looked up, seeing the man who was standing over Laresa. "She's leavin' with me, that's what she's doing. Now beat it and you won't get hurt." "What if I say different?" the man said, watching as Ryan stood. "Buddy, I don't know what your beef is, but this is my girl and we were just leaving." Ryan went to pull out Laresa's chair, to help her up when the man opened his jacket, exposing the butt of a pistol tucked into his waistband. "You're leavin', she's stayin'." He looked over at Ryan and laughed. "Dry up, old man. I'll make sure she gets home only slightly used." He sat down in one of the other chairs at the table, his hand coming out to cover Laresa's. Ryan leaned over, picking the man up by the collar of his shirt and lifting him out of the chair. He dangled the man from that hand, staring down at the two inch space between the man's shoes and the floor in amazement. "Whoa," he said. "I mean, beat it bub, I don't want to have to tell you again, the lady is with me." He gave the man a slight toss which sent him reeling backwards to land on his back on the floor. Holding his hand out to Laresa, he helped her up, listening to the maitre d' apologizing as they walked out the door, they got into the car. "Take the long way home, James," he said, watching as the man tipped his hat. Before the door was even shut, Ryan had Laresa bent over the seat, his mouth on hers. The kiss was hot, wet and wonderful. Her lips soft, her tongue sweet and tasting of the champagne she'd drunk. Her hands were under his jacket, pulling his shirt free of his pants and sliding up and over bare male skin. He moaned as he felt her soft palms caressing him, his mouth moving over her mouth to her jaw, down her throat, pulling one of the straps of her gown down and finding the hardened tip of her nipple with his lips. He felt her hands in his hair holding his head still while he swirled his tongue around the berry pink tip, licking and suckling, listening to her whimpers of need. The other strap came down, baring her to the waist. His hand went between her legs, desperate for the feel of her once more, tight and wet around his finger. He pushed inside of her, first one and then two fingers, stretching her delicate opening with fingers slightly rough with passion. Laresa opened her eyes, looking down her body at the man who was intent upon driving her mad with need. Her hips lifted to match the beat of his thrusts, her head fell back upon the seat. Her eyes met the driver's gaze as he stared at them in the rear view mirror. "Oh," she whimpered, feeling a strange thrill at seeing his eyes on her body, watching what Ryan was doing to her with avid lust. She felt hot and wicked, arching her back and seeing his lips part as he gazed at the round, firm mound of her breast with its taut nipple begging for attention. Ryan moved down her body, kissing the smooth flesh over her ribs, the taut skin of her stomach. Lifting her legs, he pushed her gown above her hips, baring the white blonde curls of her pussy to him. "He's watching," Laresa said as Ryan looked up at her. "Do you care?" Ryan asked, a playful smile on his face. "Not if you don't, Master. Your wish is my command." Moving slightly, Ryan gave the driver a better view, pushing Laresa's leg up against the back of the man's seat and opening her pussy with his fingers. "You have such a pretty pussy, doll," he said, sliding his finger through the wet heat and slipping two inside. "James?" "Yes sir?" Ryan almost laughed at the husky note in the man's voice. "Doesn't she have a pretty pussy?" "Yes sir, definitely." "It's hot and wet. And very tight, James. Would you like to feel it?" "Uh...I'd be a fool to say no, sir." His hand reached over the back seat, slipping up Laresa's smooth thigh and sliding between her swollen lips. James groaned at the wet heat of her cunt, feeling his cock get harder than it had been moments before as he pushed into the tightness of her. "Damn me, but she's a tight one, sir," he said, thrusting his finger rhythmically into her, finding the hard knot of nerve endings with his thumb. "She's a prime piece, sir." "Do you like this, Laresa? Do you like having James touch you while I watch?" Ryan's voice was husky with lust, his eyes sweeping over her slender form as she arched and moaned, rubbing her cunt against the driver's hand. Her beautiful violet eyes were half closed as she fought with the aching need of her body. It had been so long since she'd been allowed to come, so long since her body had been allowed the release that another's hand or mouth could give her. She was so close to that first peak, so close to finally reaching her own pleasure. James stared into the rear view mirror, his eyes on the beautiful dame's face. She was breathing hard, her lush lips parted, her eyes half closed and hazy. He could feel her juices on his hand, feel her thighs clamping down around it, rubbing against him, burying his fingers inside of her. A horn blast surprised him and he jerked the wheel so that they were back in their own lane, pulling his hand away from Laresa's cunt with a sharp curse. "Sorry sir, I guess I should pay attention to driving," he said ruefully. Ryan sat Laresa up, watching with a grin as oncoming headlights spotlighted her naked breasts, the man driving the car coming towards him ogling the lush beauty with disbelieving eyes. "Get dressed, love," he whispered. "We are almost home." James let them out in front of the building, Ryan tipping him with a bill big enough to have the man sputtering. He turned once, before they entered the building to see James lifting his hand to his nose, smelling Laresa's aroma upon his fingers. Then they were in the elevator and heading up. As the doors of the elevator opened into the penthouse, Ryan bent and picked Laresa up across his shoulder, heading right into the bedroom with a slap across her bottom when she wriggled trying to get down. "My turn, you little vamp. I saw how turned on you got by having James watching you. You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he asked as he flipped her off his shoulder and onto the bed. "Yes, Master," Laresa said dreamily. "It has been ages since I was last allowed to orgasm, Master. My previous owner, he cared naught for my passion or pleasure. He found it amusing to deny me what I needed most." "I'd never think to deny you," Ryan said, reaching up to rip the tie from around his neck and tossing it away. His coat followed and then his shirt, the buttons flying off as he ripped it open. His shoes were kicked off, one sailing across to land in the closet. And then he was on the bed, reaching for her. "I have this fantasy," he said as he captured her hands that were trying to touch him. "Yes, Master," Laresa purred. "Tell me your fantasy and I will make it come true." "I'm a conquering war lord and you are the daughter of my most fierce enemy. And also my prize for I captured you fairly in a raid." Ryan felt a shimmer in the air as the room faded around them to be replaced by another. Instead of expensive art, the walls were little more than fabric, the bed changed to lush pillows and fur coverings. The soft cloth of the tuxedo pants were gone, changed to leather breeches that clung to the muscles of his legs. His hair was longer, flowing over his shoulders as he held down his captive, the beautiful Lady Laresa. Her large violet eyes were full of her hatred, though in their depths he could see a fire of passion that he was determined to ignite. Her hair was long and thick, tangled around them like moon beams made of substance instead of light. A rough gown covered her slender frame and he reached up, grabbing the center and ripping downward, hearing her scream of rage. Her breasts were round and full, nipples pink and taut, begging for his lips. He found one, drawing it into his mouth, his tongue teasing the sweet flesh until she squirmed under his lips. Using the flat of his tongue, he tormented her, watching as her lips parted and she arched uncontrollably under him. Switching to her other breast, he repeated the treatment, sensing her surrender to his greater strength and prowess. "You want me, Lady. Admit the truth and feel the true pleasure I may give you." Laresa shook her head, knowing her Master wanted the power of his seduction to woo her to his way. She was dying inside, wanting him to fuck her so badly but her wishes were not of concern. It was what her Master wanted, always that. "I will never admit to something that is nothing but a lie. I hate you!" she screamed. Ryan smiled, feeling the thrill of power as his fingers trailed over her breast and down to the were the gown lay across her hips, grabbing the material in his big fist and ripping the rest of it off so that her body lay before him, pale perfection, silken skin almost seeming to glow against the dark fur beneath her. His fingers found the curling silk that covered her woman's mound, combing through the delicate curls before sliding between her plump lips. The heat of her, the wet desire he felt there denied anything she might say. His finger swept through her juices, lifting his hand to her mouth and tracing her lips with her own wetness. "This tells me you lie, not I, beauty. Your body betrays your mind, growing swollen and wet for the feel of my cock in your cunt. You yearn for my caresses, you yearn for my kiss. If you'd but admit to it, Lady, then we might each reap the reward of this coupling." Laresa turned her face away, tasting herself upon her lips as her tongue peeped out to furtively slide over them. Ryan surprised her then, rolling to lie upon his back on the large pile of rugs, his hand playing with the ring upon his finger. "What...?" she asked, confused. "My breeches, wench," he ordered with a lazy grin on his handsome face. "Remove them." "No," Laresa said, playing her part and gasping with shock at the thought of performing such an intimate task. "Do it, or I shall call my men in here and let them take your body until either you give up this charade or they kill you, one or the other." He smiled again, as she hurried to sit up, the scraps of her gown falling away from the perfection of her body. Laresa pulled on the ties that held the breeches in place, her fingers shaking from the lust she felt. Her Master was inventive and interesting, nothing like the last one. She could only hope that he didn't break the rules. Staying with this Master could be..."Oh," she breathed as the front placket came loose on his breeches, his cock tenting the loose leather before she plucked it away. Ryan lay back on the furs, Laresa beside him, staring down at his cock with the most lustful expression he'd seen in a woman in years. Most wouldn't get past the ragged clothing or the half starved expression in his eyes. But now, with her, he felt like a king. "Touch it, wench," he ordered huskily. "And have care, for the tool in your hand will be the one granting you pleasure this long night." Laresa reached out and slowly wrapped her small hand around his cock, feeling the heat of it, the throbbing pulse of it as if it were a being of it's own rights. He groaned, almost making her release it, for she was playing the part of scared virgin. His hand came out, covering hers, slowly stroking her hand up and down the hard shaft. Ryan used her hand on his cock, stroking it over him and feeling the pleasure swim through his system. "Your mouth," he said on a groan as thoughts of feeling the hot wetness of her mouth enveloping his cock had tiny drops of clear fluid leaking from the tip of his cock. "Open your mouth, wench. Suck on my cock," he ordered, using his other hand on her head to push her closer, feeling the long length of her hair caressing his chest. Her lips parted, brushed against the tip of his cock, her tongue coming out to taste of his potency. His hand on her head pushed her further, until slowly she slid her mouth down around his shaft, using her tongue to pleasure him, sucking upon his swollen flesh as if it were the most desirable of treats. "Oh, God yes, Lady." His hand lifted her head, grasping a handful of white blonde curls to use to control her motions as he thrust in and out of her mouth. He felt her gag when he pressed to deep, the pressure on his cock exquisite as he pushed deeper. He could feel the tingle that heralded that rush of boiling hot seed that would pump into her mouth and pushed her away, not wanting to come just yet. Ryan pushed Laresa back into the furs, hearing her gasp for air, feeling the heat of her body as his mouth found that taut tip of her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and feasting on her succulent flesh. He rolled it with his tongue, feeling her arch her back, seeing her hands dig into the furs as she fought the pleasure he was determined to make her feel. Sliding down her body, he pushed her thighs apart, forcing them when she resisted. His hands slid under her thighs, holding onto her hips, one hand coming over to rest upon her lower stomach, forcing her to stay still as he stared at the luscious treat he had uncovered. Her scent rose in the air, sandalwood and musk, cinnamon and nutmeg, spicy and arousing. Laresa fought, her hands groping as she tried to find a way to get him from between her thighs. Even though, knowing he was seeing her, knowing her as no other man had was causing a terrible coiling need in her loins. She wanted to beg him to continue, to find out what he could do to her, if he could make her feel more of this pleasure pain he was giving her now. "No!" she cried, feeling something soft and smooth invade her groin. Staring down at him, she realized with a kind of shocked shame that it was his tongue. He saw her looking, winking at her as he ran his tongue over her clit, feeling her body jerk with the sudden thrill of pleasure he was causing her. His finger slid down, pushing gently inside of her, feeling her tightness with a jolt of desire. Soon he would be pushing his cock in this tender opening, feeling how tight she was as he thrust into her, driving them both to the most sublime form of sexual ecstasy. She would be his then, his and only his, for he felt the proof of her virginity against his finger, stopping him for pushing further. But first, he would show her what her body was capable of. He would force her to climax on his tongue. His mouth was hungry for the sweet taste of her cunt, feeling every twitch and twist she made as his tongue went to work on her tiny clit. Long lapping strokes pleasured, tiny jabs tormented, little flicks teased until she was a writhing mass of need under his mouth. Laresa could feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter low in her stomach, building and building until she thought she'd die if it didn't stop and die if it did. His mouth moved over her like a firebrand, his tongue driving her further up passion's dark torment until suddenly, it was as if something broke inside of her, spilling hot pleasure throughout her body in wild waves of heat. She cried out, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him to her as the spasms continued. Ryan untangled her fingers, rising above her, his arms behind her knees to lift them to his shoulders. He could see the spasms of her cunt in the flicker of the torchlight surrounding the furs they lay upon. With a groan, he pushed his hard cock against her small portal, punching through her maidenhead with the first thrust and pushing half of his cock inside her tightness. Laresa moaned, the pain more of a tingling than actual hurt, feeling her body give grudging way to the thickness of his tool as he stroked it deeper inside of her. He whispered in her ear, forcing her to acknowledge who he was and what he was doing to her, forcing her to remember the pleasure that still shimmered over her nerve endings even as that coil in her belly started to grow once more. Laresa's World Ch. 02: Ryan "You're mine," he told her, his voice unsteady as he pushed deep inside of her, the sweet friction of her cunt like a silken vice holding him tightly. "I am your Master," he groaned, his hips churning against hers, feeling her body writhing under him as she fought to reach another peak of passion. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips jerked up and against his, ramming him in until he butted against the entrance to her womb. The muscles in her cunt spasmed around his cock like a wet hand clothed in velvet, milking him of his seed as he roared his pleasure, hearing her own sweet cries as she once more felt that burst of pleasure that dazzled her mind. He felt as if she'd turned him inside out, falling to his back next to her, looking around the room with dazed eyes as he saw they were once more back in the penthouse bedroom. The satin felt smooth and cool against his back as his chest heaved while he fought to calm his breathing. "That," he groaned, feeling her tiny hand come up to trace patterns in the hair of his thigh, "was incredible, doll. I've heard of fulfilling fantasies, but..." he chuckled, his eyes closing as she ran her fingers over the wet skin of his cock. "I can be many things, Master," Lara said, her body satiated for the moment. This master was an inspired lover, willing to work for her pleasure as well as his own. She was content with the ring's decision of owner, this time. "Well," Ryan drawled, feeling with amazement, the first stirring of his cock under her slender fingers, "I've always wondered what sex on the moon would be like." Laresa laughed. "Your wish is my command, Master."