Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne ebook

Chapter Four-3

“AUGH-H-H! UNGH! AH-H-H-H!” I geysered into her p***y, straining my hips upward. We moaned, and gasped, and trailed into a cooing sighs. When our breathing slowed, she bathed my face with a multitude of passionate kisses.

We lay together, my arms and legs still spread and chained, her body on mine She clamped her arms around my chest, her legs moving slowly, savoring the touch.

“It’s time for me to feed you again, poor starving Richard. I must keep up your strength for this final ordeal of non-stop fucking.”

It was strange, but pleasant to watch her put morsels in my mouth, or holding the coffee to my lips as I sipped. Often she would play a game of holding the food in her mouth, then kissing me while passing it into my mouth.

There was plenty for both of us, but it took all of it to satisfy our hunger. Then Treise swiveled around, and used her lips and tongue to feed my other hunger. Her throat worked as I came in her mouth, swallowing greedily. As she propped herself up on her elbow, she smiled at me, the last dollop of my c*m hanging like a tear-shaped pearl from the corner of her mouth.

“Dessert,” she said. She used her finger to smear it over her lips. “Now kiss me.”

When we were totally exhausted from f*****g, she stretched out on top of me, and snuggled her naked body against mine. We slept with her arms around me.

The sound of the cell door grinding open woke us. It was Chalmers. Treise stretched and yawned, scratching my chest like a mischievous cat.

“Time to wash for dinner,” Chalmers said. He unlocked my manacles.

I sat up, groggy and stiff from pain and pleasure.

“Congratulations, Sir Richard.” He shook my numbed hand.