Free Black Dorn [submission/punishment/bondage] by Daryl Devore Page B

to bed and sat on Malack’s hips.
She slid her fingertips down his flat stomach. He moved, but
settled back into his sleep. She stuck her tongue into his belly
button and tickled him. His belly quivered. Sliding the tip of her
tongue along his flesh, she made a direct line for the nearest
nipple then flicked back and forth across it. He yawned and
stretched.
    "More?" he asked.
    "Your pleasure is my
pleasure."
    "My pleasure is to pleasure
you." He wiggled underneath her, spreading her thighs until his
face was beneath the juncture of her legs. She rested her weight on
her hands as he pulled her hips down to his mouth. He teased her
breasts and nipples as he slid his tongue in and out of her
pleasure hole then up through her lips to her clit and back down.
His teeth left tingles from his nips on her inner thighs. He pulled
her clit into his mouth and sucked upon it.
    The fire rose within her,
his tongue stroking her, pleasuring her, urging her to surrender.
All that existed was his hands on her breasts and his tongue in her
pleasure hole and on her love button. She closed her eyes and her
arms buckled. He caught her shoulders and steadied her.
    Her moans started softly,
but built as her arousal deepened. "The fire you cause within me,
my love, it is a joy."
    His response was sliding his
tongue back and forth inside her.
    "Ahh. More, Malack. Pleasure
me."
    He lapped his way toward her
clit and paused.
    Waiting expectantly for the
splendid sensation his mouth and tongue would deliver to her
awaiting love button, she felt instead a gentle tug on one of her
nearby lips. "I feel as if I will burst. Your tongue gives me such
joy."
    Not going directly at her
button, he circled around, gently blew on it then wiggled his
tongue at the base. She hissed. His tongue laved her clit changing
long strokes to quick flicks.
    Everything focused in. Her
breath deepened and came in gasps. Her hips flinched, but he held
her, driving her through her surrender. He slid his way up the bed,
rolled against her, wiped his face on the bed, wrapped an arm over
her and held her as she reveled in her bliss.
    She fought sleep. She could
feel him pressing against her back. He needed to be released.
Forcing her eyes open, she pressed him onto his back and straddled
his hips and slipped him inside. She raised and lowered her hips,
sliding him in and out. Repositioning herself, she reached back and
squeezed his seed sacs.
    He reached for her love
button. She placed her hand on his. "No. This is for
you."
    He lifted her off him, and
laid her next to him. He rolled her onto her stomach and settled
between her legs, pulled her hips up and thrust deeply into her.
Each push was deep and hard and matched by a grunt. His force
slamming against her, jostled her breasts. He arched. With one
powerful thrust he released into her again. Branwyn’s arms buckled
as she settled herself on the bed. Malack slipped out, lay down
beside her, pulled up the blankets and closed his eyes.He had found
what he was looking for--love. Tomorrow, Branwyn's former master
would be dealt with.

Chapter Six
    "Duncan, leave those alone."
Malack's deep voice startled Branwyn from her sleep.
    "But Gon-Dra, I must—" He
pulled back the bed curtain nearest Malack.
    "Duncan!"
    Duncan spit out his
sentence. "But Gon-Dra, the gon wishes to speak with you. Now. He
is here. Now!" Duncan jerked open the rest of the curtains, letting
in the brilliant light of the day.
    Branwyn stifled a giggle at
Malack's frustrated sigh. Untangling himself from her arms and
legs, he sat up and rubbed his face. "What does he
want?"
    "He wants to speak with his
son."
    The voice was not Duncan's.
Branwyn tried to slip deeper under the blankets, but they were
pulled away. She found herself staring into the eyes of the
gon.
    He smiled. "I see you have
chosen."
    The door opened as Malack
said, "Good day, Mother." Turning to Branwyn, he chuckled. "To
Black Dorn I may be the gon-dra and a great soldier, but to them, I
am still