Page 54 of Trapped to Tame
She knelt in it, throwing the water over her arms and her breasts. She bit her lip and did something she’d never done before. She touched her nipples, her mouth opening on a gasp as her core throbbed. She needed …
She caught sight of Fie walking towards her. He was saying something, but she couldn't make out the words.
It was him. She needed him.
She stood, going to meet him, saw his eyes move over her body. She looked up at him, not breaking eye contact as she began to unlace his shirt. He let her, helped her pull it off him, showing his broad shoulders, toned chest and defined torso.
‘I knew you wanted me, female,’ he said gruffly, kicking off his boots and pushing his breeches down to show her his large cock, already standing to attention.
‘Get on your knees,’ he ordered, and she did as he told her, a part of her surprised when he put his hard staff in her mouth.
She knew how to do this. The Bull had made her do it many times. But he had not been so big. She struggled, choking as he grabbed her hair and moved her head to fuck her mouth at his own leisure.
She kept staring into his eyes, and he into hers, all the while moving her for his pleasure. And then he finally threw back his head and growled his release, and she felt his seed spurting down her throat.
Only then did he let her go and she sank to the earth, looking up at him.
There was something wrong with her, she thought dimly as he lay her out on her back, spreading her legs. Her body was languid as he moved her thighs wide and looked down at her. Without further preamble, he lay on top of her, licking her nipples, playing with them, moving up and kissing her mouth. Soon, her hips were undulating, needing more.
Fie didn't speak as he lined himself up and eased himself inside of her tight channel and she moaned, wrapping her legs around him as he began to move in slow, easy strokes that made her eyes roll into the back of her head.
She whimpered for more and he ordered her to touch herself, showing her how when she looked at him in confusion.
She arched her back, seeing stars as pleasure erupted through her, making her disjointed body feel relaxed but also alive – just like this place was, she thought dreamily as he found his release again and finally removed his softening rod from her.
He pulled up his breeches and put his shirt back on. Only then did he look down at her with something akin to concern.
‘Eve?’ he asked.
His voice sounded so far away.
‘Eve?’ he asked again. ‘Female, are you well?’
She smiled at him, and his expression changed to one of shock.
‘Fuck,’ he muttered. ‘I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't realize.’
He picked her up and cuddled her to him and she smiled again, touching his face, down his soft cheek, his angular features so beautiful. She gave a small sigh, relaxing in his arms.
Her eyes snapped open.She remembered Fie fucking her mouth and then her … it had been a dream, hadn’t it? She was in a room, sun streaming through the casement.
She looked down to find she was on a bed, her arms and legs tied down. She gave a screech and tried to struggle, but it was if the ribbons were made of iron. She could hardly move. What if the Bull was here, her sluggish mind thought? She screamed again, and the door burst open.
‘Let me go!’ she cried at Drax, but he shook his head.
‘I'm sorry, female. We can't do that until you’re yourself again.’
‘Keep her calm! Let her go if you must or you’ll find a breach opening in the fucking corridor!’ shouted Priest from another room.
‘I am myself,’ she cried at Drax.
Drax hushed her, ignoring Priest’s words. ‘You are safe, Eve, but you are not yourself,’ he said. ‘You touched something you shouldn't have and now you're under an enthrallment. Fie will be punished for taking advantage.’
Fie was lurking in the doorway, looking concerned. ‘I’m sorry, Eve,’ he said quietly. ‘I didn't know. I thought you wanted … ‘
She looked at him in consternation. ‘It wasn't a dream?’ she asked.
He shook his head, opened his mouth to say more, and then shut it again, turning on his heel and leaving the room.
