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taking him so long, anyway? How long was he planning on leaving
her like this!?
    What game was he playing!?
    A darkly erotic game, a part of her thought
excitedly.
    A shadow passed across her and she gasped and
jerked her head up to see him standing at the bars.
    “Carling! Unchain me, you bastard!”
    He seemed to cock his head to one side. She
couldn't see his features because the light was behind him, and she
felt a shudder of helplessness at her situation, naked, shackled,
in a barred cell, completely at his mercy.
    “You are being quite impertinent, Quinn,” he
said “The lord of the manor is not to be spoken to in such a
fashion by some common little servant girl.”
    “I'm not a bloody servant!” she exclaimed as
he unlocked the barred door and pulled it open.
    A slow flush slipped down her face and chest,
however, as he sauntered into the cell. She gulped nervously,
squeezing her thighs together as if to hide her nudity a
little.
    “A spanking, perhaps?” he mused. “Or a
strapping?”
    She shrank back against the wall. “Don't you
dare!' she said, face red as she glowered up at him.
She gasped as his left hand slid up over her breast and in behind
her head. His right slid around her waist and down onto her behind,
fingers cupping and squeezing her buttock as he leaned in against
her.
    “D-Don't!”
    His lips covered hers and her again used her
hair to pull her head up and back. She moaned into his mouth as he
kissed her, as his tongue flitted along hers as his hand kneaded
her bottom.
    He pulled free, his hands on her sides now,
pulling her out away from the wall. The shackles went stiff,
holding her arms back so that she arched, her breasts going taut as
he bent and began to lick and suck at her nipples.
    “S-Stop it!” she gasped. “Carling!
C-Carling!”
    “You must be punished for being such a
naughty little librarian,” he said.
    Then he was dropping to his knees before her
and thrusting his hands between her thighs. He jerked her legs
apart, stared at her pussy a moment, and then growled as he
enveloped it in his open mouth.
    “Oh! Oh! Don't! I-I... You... Lord Carling!”
she gasped, eyes wide.
    She felt the warm heat of his mouth against
her mons, felt his teeth digging lightly into her flesh as his
tongue slid up along her narrow sex and over her clit.
    “Oh! Oh! D-Don't!” she squealed.
    He chuckled throatily, his mouth still
against her, his tongue pushing into her insistingly as his fingers
kneaded her buttocks.
    Hannah's heart was pounding, the blood racing
through her system as his mouth worked at her sensitive pussy. She
felt at once as though she were being devoured and consumed as
wild, raw heat flared within her groin at his animalistic
behaviour.
    His lips caught at her clit and he began to
suck and alternatively roll it between them. His hands abandoned
her bottom, coming around to push her thighs wider, yet his thumbs
hooked in against her pussy lips, spreading them achingly wide as
he licked at her.
    “Y-You ca-can't – Oh! – d-do thiiiiis!” she
moaned as his mouth ate away at her determination to resist.
    She had never had anyone lick her like that
before! Nothing had ever even come close! She stared down at him
with wide eyes as he sucked and licked and roused wild, billowing
shock-waves of sensations. Hannah soon felt as though she were
drowning in sensations as her hips jerked convulsively and the
simmering hunger which had gripped her since he'd left rocketed
upward in pressure and intensity.
    Her buttocks began to grind and slap against
the wall as his tongue sent fire flickering up through her belly
and chest. He raised his hands, then, sliding up her body to cup
and roughly – painfully roughly – squeeze and knead her breasts.
She felt the orgasm approaching like a violent storm, the
sensations swirling around her like the gusting winds which
foreshadowed the storm.
    Her skin felt hot, feverish, and she
shuddered and moaned as the sexual pressure took full