Free Talon's Trophy by Dawn Ryder Page A

raging through his brain, threatening to snap every thread of control he’d ever had. The scent of her pussy rose thickly from her spread thighs and the little strips of leather running down her hips suddenly enraged him. No one and nothing belonged on her flesh but him.
    Hooking his hands under her arms, Talon pulled her from her knees. He growled next to her neck as he took a long breath and savored the scent of her pussy. He reached behind her and found the eating knife lying on the table. Tightening his grip on it, he slid the blade under the leather strapping of her training harness.
    Chanah gasped as Talon cut the thing from her body. He tossed the knife aside as he turned and sat down in the chair. His hand clamped onto the curve of her hip as he pulled her towards his body with its erect cock. “Ride me.” His words were an order and her body leapt to obey. Talon grasped his cock as Chanah moved over his bent thighs. Standing over the chair made her spread her legs wide and the folds of her slit opened as Talon fit the head of his cock against the opening to her pussy.
    “Sit.” Talon didn’t wait for her to comply. He grasped both sides of her hips and pressed her down onto his cock. Her pussy was filled with a twist of pain as the newly stretched skin protested the invasion of his cock but his length slid along her clit and ritith as she was pulled down, making it a temporary discomfort.
    “Now, Chanah, fuck me.” Talon stared into her eyes as he held her hips to balance her on his lap. He began to spread his knees apart and that forced her thighs to wrap around his waist. Her feet still touched the floor giving her the ability to do exactly what he’d told her to do, control their speed of fucking.
    A hard smack landed on her right bottom cheek and Chanah surged up off his cock. Talon allowed her to rise until only the head of his cock was still inside her and then he pressed her back down. She landed in his lap as she gasped in outrage but the spot on her bottom that he’d hit was actually feeding the need twisting her clit. Talon’s multicolored eyes studied her face a moment before she felt the hand on her left hip leave and she knew it was going to land on her bottom.
    “Fuck me, Chanah. Ride me while I give you a little taste of my discipline.” His hand smacked her bottom and she lifted off his cock. Talon pressed her back down to the base and then smacked her right cheek again. Chanah sobbed as her pussy sent another wave of fluid down its walls. The spanking was adding to the pleasure, making her quiver in anticipation of the next blow.
    “Ah, Chanah, admit you like being mastered.”
    She whimpered but bit her lower lip instead of answering. Talon could see the need swimming through her dark eyes but he needed to hear her say it. He rubbed her hot bottom as she rose up and down on his cock but it wasn’t enough and a little whimper came from her lips. Talon raised an eyebrow at her.
    “I like it.”
    Talon smacked her bottom and she lifted and then plunged back onto his cock. Climax was taunting her with the pleasure of release but it wouldn’t claim her without his spanking. “Spank me, Talon.”
    His hand landed on her bottom and she yelped but her clit twisted as she drove her pussy onto his cock and Talon smacked her once more. Pleasure bit into her as her pussy clamped around his cock but he didn’t shoot his seed into her. Chanah cried out as pleasure shook her body and Talon rubbed the smarting flesh of her bottom. Somehow, she’d known he wouldn’t come as she rode him. The hunter in him needed to fuck her before true satisfaction would cause his seed to erupt.
    Talon stood up with her still on his cock. “Lock your thighs around my waist, Chanah.” She twisted her arms around his neck too and Talon growled as he stood with her clinging to him in the tightest of embraces. Her pussy was still gently milking his cock and he snarled at the pressing need to come. Not yet. He