Page 30 of Shadowbound

Speaking of my cock, I can feel it nestled between her thighs right now. I wonder if her pussy is wet…if I might accidentally slip the head inside her sweet, sucking depths…

“That would be no accident, I think, my Paladin.”

Her soft, purring voice startles me and I look down and see that her eyes are open as she looks up at me. The green gem is pulsing on her temple—no doubt telling on me and my illicit thoughts.

“It’s all right, Alaric, you needn’t be ashamed. It’s normal for you to be curious about how it would feel to mount me,” she murmurs, a little smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. “Look,” she continues and throws back the covers.

The golden glow from her lamps comes up at the same time and I groan at what I see. Sylvanna has parted her thighs so we can both watch the way the broad head of my cock is nudging at her pussy.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she murmurs, looking up at me. “Would you like it to feel even better?”

“Gods, you know I would!” I growl, trying to hold myself back.

Sylvanna gives me a stern look.

“And can I trust you to be good? Not like last night when I asked for a simple kiss and you know you went too far.”

I feel a stab of shame that I broke my word to her.

“I’ll be good, Mistress,” I promise her. “Do what you want with me as punishment.”

“I think I will. Now watch.”

She opens her thighs more and reaches down to grasp my shaft. I groan as she rubs it against herself—parting the lips of her pussy to slide the head against her slick folds. Gods, she’s so hot inside! And so wet. I want to feel more of her—I want to thrust deep inside her and feel her heat enveloping me. I want to be balls deep in her!

“Patience my Paladin. I will not take your virginity yet,” she cautions me. “This is just a little taste of what’s to come.”

As she speaks, she rubs me against her. I feel her opening to me and for just a moment, I feel the head of my cock slip completely into her warm, wet pussy. Gods, it’s so tight! I feel it sucking me almost like a mouth, begging for more.

Somehow I hold myself back from thrusting, though I don’t fucking know how. All my life I’ve heard the other men around me talk about how hot and wet a woman feels inside—how good a warm, willing pussy is wrapped around your cock. But I’ve never felt it myself and never dreamed I could…until now.

“That’s right, it feels good, doesn’t it?” Sylvanna murmurs. “You’re doing so well, my Paladin. Just relax and let me give you pleasure for a little while.”

I don’t know how long she teases me like this. I can feel myself wanting to come multiple times…but of course the damn ring around my shaft keeps me from it. I clench my fists at my sides to keep from thrusting into her and all the while I can feel her soft, wet pussy kissing the crown of my cock over and over as she slides just the head in and out of herself.

Finally, when I feel like I’m reaching a breaking point, she pulls away and turns on her side to face me.

“I’m so proud of you,” she murmurs, stroking my cheek. “Your self-control is truly amazing. This is an excellent start to your training.”

I don’t know why her praise gives me such a warm feeling inside but I try to ignore it and act gruff.

“Is all my training going to be such fucking agony, my Lady?” I ask sarcastically.

“Possibly.” There’s a wicked twinkle in her glowing red eyes. “Come—let’s get dressed and talk about it.”

She gives me a new set of clothes—breeches and a linen shirt that are both a bit too tight and promises to get me something else later…

“But for now, these will do.”

She allows me to dress her, which is now apparently one of my duties—not that I’m fucking complaining. I help her into a deep purple corset which pushes her full breasts up and out and a new pair of lace panties and some delicate stockings with garters that attach to the corset. The gown she wears is made of black and purple silk and it drapes lovingly over her full curves. Last, I kneel to slip some dainty slippers on her small feet.

I suppose it should make me feel like a servant—which in fact, I am—but I don’t mind. In fact, I find that I love being of service to her. She’s so beautiful and powerful and I enjoy being able to touch her soft skin without fearing I might burn her. Dressing her is a privilege, though I’m sure I wouldn’t feel like that with anyone else.

When we’re both dressed, Sylvanna leads me down the spiral staircase to the level where her kitchen and dining area are located. There are windows that show the outer world, still bathed in night though I think it seems a bit brighter than earlier. Maybe there is a subtle difference between the “day” and “night” here and I’m just now starting to pick up on it?

There’s a pot of porridge already on the stove and a jug of cream and a glass jar of honey on the wooden table. Everything is immaculately clean and the warm smell of cinnamon hangs in the air.

“And your invisible servants did all this?” I ask as I sit at the table and look around.

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