Page 11 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t pay any mind to me at all. He keeps swirling his tongue around it, and I think I might die of pleasure because, despite the improbability of it, I feel my breath stuttering, the tension rising. Sweat bathes my body, and I hang in a torturous place that is wildly pleasurable and yet not quite enough for release.

“I swear I will stab you the next chance I get,” I growl at the barbarian male.

He chuckles against my pussy and then lifts his head.

“What?”Nowhe stops. I’m not pleased about this. Were my hands free, I would be maiming him. “You cannot stop,” I hiss. Then I get distracted as he licks his lips and smirks at me like the wicked barbarian he is.

Surging up, he strips off his jerkin and boots, then he undoes the button at his waist, shoves his pants down, and takes his enormous cock in his big meaty hand. I blink at it in confusion. I had heard that alphas were bigger than average, but, goodness, that is a weapon of feminine destruction he is holding in his hand.

I have never really thought about the mechanics of alphas and omegas. I am a beta. It was not something I needed to concern myself with. Yet, I wish I were capable of taking him because I am quite certain it must be otherworldly in pleasure. I’m also certain that he would kill me if he tried to put that anywhere near me.

I need not fear, for he braces over me, with his fist planted against the furs beside my head and begins to jack his fist up and down the length of his cock.

“Lie still like a good girl. I just need to get off, and then I’ll tend your pussy again.”

My eyes play ping-pong between his intense expression and what he does with his cock. It is his cock that wins the battle of interest. I think he’s coming at first, and then I realize it is merely copious pre-cum splattering all over my belly as he works up and down the shaft roughly, making his balls swing. When I drag my eyes away long enough to check his expression, it is one of rapturous agony.

I’ve never seen a more compelling vision in my life: his thick, muscular body all ridges and dips, straining and flexing as he works his beastly rod. He is a huge, towering force leaning over me, taking his own pleasure. I feel his tension rise, his growls rising. He’s going to come on me, shoot his seed over me… and then he does, head tipped back as thick white ropes of cum are splattered all over my belly, more and more until it pools there and trickles down my sides.

My breathing turns choppy. Goodness, there is so much.

He emits a deep sigh and then grins lazily down at me.

“That’s better,” he says. “Now I can think straight.” Lowering his head, he slants his mouth over mine and steals my breath in a lusty kiss, the likes of which I have never experienced before. This is no chaste kiss. He pinches my face between his fingers and thumb and consumes me, his lips moving over mine, his tongue plundering my mouth. I meet him in equal, chasing his tongue. The kiss is wild. I can barely breathe. I feel it to my very core, the intimacy of the act.

When he lifts his head, breathing heavily, I stare up into his eyes, lips tingling, and shaken to my very core.

He rocks back on his heels and looks around as though confused. My pussy is throbbing. I want him to touch me there again. But a strange distance manifests between us, and I’m suddenly sure that he won’t.

He turns back, centering his focus on me. He stares down at my belly, painted in his drying cum, and a transition comes over his whole demeanor. It is a look of deep satisfaction. A gleam enters his eyes. One I already recognize, one that makes my heart race and the throbbing between my thighs intensify.

“I’m not done yet, little girl. Not even close.” Slipping his hands under my ass, he lowers his head once again.

Alfred

I should stop. I know that. But I don’t. And although I don’t fuck her, I certainly do a lot of things that go beyond the scope of disciplining.

Then I do something I never fucking do. I position her limp, well-sated body underneath me, close my teeth over the juncture of her shoulder and throat and, half smothering the lass, settle down to sleep.

Chapter Five

Alfred

Iwake up sprawled on my back with a leather-clad princess braced over me, her dagger against my throat.

My dick doesn’t get the message and goes from semi to full mast in an instant.

I eyeball her. She glares down at me; her hair is a wild mess, and her lips are a little puffy. As my eyes lower to her throat and her heaving tits that are challenging the little buckles of her leather tunic, I see the unmistakable blush where I have marked her skin.

I reach my hand up slowly and scratch absently at my beard. “Has something happened between you going to sleep and now that I’m unaware of?”

“No,” she says tartly.

“Alright then.”

I try to decide if she is actually going to slit my throat or has something else in mind. I’ve every reason to believe the blade is sharp. Given that she is dressed, I expect she has returned all thedaggers I liberated from her to their rightful slots. I feel like I should be more worried at this point. But really, I’m not.

Our impasse is broken when a warrior blusters into the tent.

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