Free Talon's Trophy by Dawn Ryder Page B

wanted to fuck her, spread her thighs and watch her breasts jiggle as his cock rammed in and out of her. Turning around, he sent the half-eaten food onto the floor as he laid her out on the table.
    “Raise your hands and grab the end of the table.” Chanah lifted pleasure-dazed eyes to his as she started to obey but stopped as she realized how vulnerable it would make her. Talon pulled his cock from her body and made sure his length slid along her ritith as he did it. A little sob came from her lips as her clit demanded more friction. “Do it, Chanah, lay your body out like a trophy.”
    Chanah gasped but her arms were already lifting. Talon filled her pussy with his cock and she listened to her own cry as pleasure began to demand another moment as supreme ruler over her brain. Nothing mattered but the promise that was flickering in Talon’s eyes. Her hand found the table edge as he grinned at her compliance. “Very good.”
    And then he fucked her. It was hard and almost brutal but Talon held his body away from that fine line as he slammed his hips between her spread thighs. The room was filled with his soft snarls of enjoyment as Chanah watched him stare at her breasts as they bounced with the motion of his thrusting. The little ritith in her clit suddenly buzzed to life as Talon growled and shoved his cock deep into her pussy. His hands held her hips in place as his seed began to spurt into her womb. The vibration shoved her into another climax as her pussy contracted desperately around his cock, pulling his seed deeper into her body. Those moments of blinding pleasure were huge eternities where all they had to cling to were each other. Chanah clasped her legs around Talon as her hands closed around the hard muscle of his forearms. Her fingertips seeking out confirmation of his superior strength as her body milked his cock and her bottom lifted from the table surface to ensure she was impaled completely.
    The ritith went still once again as Chanah gasped for breath. She didn’t much care that she was lying across the table, in fact she had enjoyed being displayed to Talon’s eyes. She was slightly shocked to find that truth inside herself but she had felt so powerful being the center of his attention. Someone might argue that she had been helpless but Chanah knew what she’d felt as she reached for the edge of the table and put her body on display. Her head was turned slightly and she saw the ruined training harness lying on the floor. A smile split her lips in response. Talon turned his head to see what prompted her pleasure and he nodded his head with a sharp motion. His hands left her hips and smoothed up her torso until he cupped her breasts.
    “I believe I am going to enjoy training you with my hands far more.” His fingers pinched her nipples as he watched for her reaction. Excitement flickered in her belly as Chanah recognized that Talon watched far more intently than any male she had ever met. It was more than the eye of her captor—right then he was judging her response to his attention on her nipples. The word he used was trophy, but Chanah was finding it hard to maintain her displeasure for the word when Talon was so focused on her. Considering what he managed to do to her body, maybe being his trophy wasn’t such a bad place to be.
    A bell sounded and Talon groaned. He gave her breasts a last smoothing caress before he pulled his cock out of her body and offered her a hand. Chanah was already laying her palm into his before she realized he’d offered the gesture out of pure kindness. His fingers closed around her hand as he pulled her to a sitting position.
    “Find your robe, we have guests.”
    Chanah looked at the food on the floor and giggled. Talon was stepping into his pants as he looked at her. “Maybe we’d better not invite anyone into the kitchen, Talon.” It was funny how a little thing like using his name could change their relationship. Yet it had. It was a gift that Chanah wasn’t