The General's Virgin Slave
as I
please with you and you welcome it." He thrust a half-inch and she
felt her tight muscles opening under the intense pressure.
"Whatever my pleasure must be yours too."
    She tried to take a breath. "I thought
you... wanted... my virginity."
    "Oh, I'm saving your maidenhead," he
purred in her ear as he held himself poised partially inside her
threshold, "for a special celebration later."
    Amanda struggled to catch her breath.
His hands reached under and cupped her swaying breasts, his
callused fingers teasing her nipples.
    "Open for me," he growled, his teeth
skimming her ear, "I must spend inside my pretty slave. Naughty,
naughty spy who plots for my undoing."
    She could not believe what he was
doing to her, mounting her like a bull. Gasping, panting, she
arched her neck, her head falling back. His teeth skimmed her ear
and the side of her neck, where he planted a kiss as he eased his
cock deeper. Her bottom felt full, her anus stretched beyond
capacity. As he slowly began to ride Amanda, his heavy balls
occasionally swayed forward enough to kiss her damp, sticky pussy
lips. It was a slight, teasing touch that maddened her, made her
want to grind back, impale herself on his huge rod.
    His blood was clearly boiling too, his
needs slipping beyond even his stern self-control.
    "This makes me even hungrier for your
cunt," he whispered huskily, sliding one hand down, over her belly,
to her vulva. His hot fingers fondled her, circling her clit, while
his cock still plundered her back passage with slow, steady
strokes. Then he pressed the heel of his hand against her core,
pushing on her roused clit, holding her as the tension built to an
explosion.
    "Marcus!" Amanda began to orgasm with
a ferocity that made her spit, her body flexing wildly under his.
"Don't give me to the governor."
    "Excusa?"
    "Keep me, Marcus. Keep me, damn you."
Her muscles clamped hard on his battering ram and her master
celebrated with a grunt of pleasure as he spilled his
load.
    She felt the pulsing flood of his
semen and when he pulled out it trickled from her anus and down her
inner thigh. Every part of her ached.
    He rolled onto his back on the
bed.
    "You're right, slave," he murmured,
"'tis for the best I keep my eye upon you. I'll keep you a while
yet. Until I grow tired of you."
    She was still struggling to get her
breath back and make sense of this rough, animalistic thing she'd
allowed him to do to her. And she was embarrassed that she'd
begged. What a blow for the feminist inside her. "You said you
would remove my collar."
    "That was if you behaved. I find that
you did not."
    "I have done nothing against you," she
protested. "What have I done? I even begged you, just the way you
wanted!"
    He considered this for a moment, his
gaze searching the ceiling, as if he might find evidence there of
her guilt. "You did not beg me very nicely. And you climaxed,
slave, before I gave you permission. You lack the humility I expect
in my slaves."
    She was outraged. "Before you gave me
permission!? You bastard! I'll never—"
    "Silence!" He sat up suddenly and
grabbed her wrists. "I have endured enough of your defiant mouth.
Remember, Axa, you please me or you go to Gaius Damianus. And now
you will work even harder for my entertainment, since you schemed
to be here and your task was to seduce and then kill me. You have
much evil to make up for, Druid woman."
    Wow, he really had taken an idea and
run with it. "For heaven's sake, you didn't exist to me until this
afternoon. I'm a second year history student, not a spy or a witch
or a seductress. Quite frankly, you have a wilder imagination than
mine if you think I could seduce anybody." She tried pulling her
wrists free, but his fingers tightened like a vise.
    "From now on, you will
never say no to me. I will take you as I please, where and when I
please. Whatever my pleasure!"
    She pulled against him so hard that
when he released her wrists she fell back to the bed.
    "Your only concern from now on," he
said, "is

Similar Books

Bliss

Opal Carew

The Callender Papers

Cynthia Voigt

All for a Song

Allison Pittman

Running From Forever

Ashley Wilcox

Corrosion

Jon Bassoff

You're Not You

Michelle Wildgen