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Terin's Pleasure Dressed in nothing more than stockings and heels, her breasts swaying slightly, Terin moved to the window to see what all the commotion was about. Looking out, she saw guests of the Castle and many of the Staff, playing in the snow. Turning her back on the window, she paused by a small table and picked up another silken cord. Let them play outdoors, she had her own interests to see to. The man's chest was bare and each of his arms were tied to one of her bedposts at the wrist. Standing in front of him, she lightly tapped his chest with the silken cord. Leaning into his body, so that he felt her softness against him, she tilted her head, the tip of her tongue snaking out to trace the line of his jaw.
Terin sensed the growing tautness of anticipation in his body. Curving a finger, she slid it along the underside of his scrotum. His bound body jerked in reaction. Terin abandoned her teasing and reached for one of his unbound legs. Raising it off the ground, she turned her back on him, straddling his leg. He had an excellent view of her supple spine, the roundness of her own buttocks. She moved backwards, backing up into his pelvic region and lightly ground her backside into it. She could feel his hardness jump and throb as her soft cheeks made contact. His low moan filled the otherwise silent room. Slowly she slid herself along his cloth-covered leg until her fingers could grasp his boot then she proceeded to remove it, dropping it to the floor with a thud. Terin let his leg drop and took up the other booted foot. Straddling his ankle backwards, once more he was presented with the view of her back as she wasted no time removing this boot. Without looking back at him, she sauntered across the room and opened a small black box, a Pandora's Box. Only three people in the whole castle could open them, the Ladies and Maxwell. Lifting the lid, she withdrew an object that refracted the torchlight in her room. It winked back at them. Approaching her male captive, he could now see that what she held was a dagger, a very sharp dagger and he had an unsettling feeling.... The torchlight winked across the blade more wickedly it seemed as she drew closer to him. The tip of the dagger pointed to his throat, more specifically, to the life-giving vein that pulsed in that region. It drew downward, pausing at the base of his throat in the most tantalizing fashion before continuing its journey south over his chest to his navel until it slid behind the waistband of his breeches. With a flick of her wrist, the dagger sliced downward, ripping open his breeches, leaving him now exposed to her eyes. Terin flipped the dagger over his shoulder and it landed in the wall behind her bed with a dull thud. She grinned, leaned close, opening her mouth so her lips and tongue could taste his flesh. Terin left a wet trail starting from his neck, mapping a leisurely course down his body. Sharp little teeth nipped at hardened masculine nipples, lips suckled after. Her tongue dipped into the well of his navel, washing it. She could feel his abdomen tighten. Her hands slowly slid up his legs, along his inner thighs as her mouth moved down to meet them. Her warm breath feathered over his hardness, making it pulse and jump. She slowly stood from the crouch she had taken before him, making sure he could feel every inch of her body as she did so. Pressing against him, she reached up to release one arm and then the other before moving away and motioning to a chair before the fire. She could feel his look wandering over her body, missing not one detail. He sat upon the chair she offered and waited. Terin moved to join him, nudging his thighs apart slightly with her foot. She straddled him, the softness at the apex of her thighs, brushing lightly against his fully erect staff. She leaned forward, cupping her own breast in her palm, setting it before his lips. Her lower body pressed his hardness against his belly. As his mouth opened to take in her hardened nipple, she slipped the silken cord from around his neck and fastened his wrist to the chair. From the back of the chair she took another cord, fastening his other wrist in much the same fashion. Her movements had dislodged her breast from his mouth and with each movement on her part, his lips tried to touch her skin. Terin slipped her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, tugging backwards. Her head lowered, her lips teased his mouth, his earlobes, the side of his neck. Her tongue dipped into the small hollow at the base of his throat. Her fingernails raked down his naked chest gently, leaving red marks that would not remain, but for now, showed her possession. Her teeth tugged upon each hardened nipple, eliciting a low moan from him. She slid down his body, crouching between his legs as her mouth absorbed the taste of his skin. Each of her movements was drawn out, stirring them both to a greater need, a need she was not yet ready to sate. Her lips paused a breath from the proof of his hardened arousal. Her tongue flickered out, barely touching the sensitive underside. Everything in her went still for a long moment, so long that her playmate's brows furrowed, wondering if something was wrong. Terin extracted herself from her captive. She had a smirk on her face as she saw his pending condition. Her eyes roved over his body, which could hide nothing from her gaze. Nonchalantly, she plucked a sheer covering from the back of a chair and donned it. The man looked at her, puzzled, but she continued to ignore him. Terin called out, bidding Maxwell to enter. Once more the man looked at her in shock, for there had been no knock to announce Maxwell's arrival. The Lady leaned against a bed post with her arms folded over her chest, while Maxwell stepped into the room, glancing briefly at her captive before turning his attention to his Lady and bowing with a flourish. Terin, having caught the quirk to his brow, merely grinned. When Maxwell stood upright again, Terin waved her hand toward the door. "I take it you are here to inform me of dinner? I will be down in time to join the others, Maxwell. Thank you." With another bow, Maxwell left as silently as he came. Pushing away from the bedpost, Terin moved to inspect her closet and gave thought to what she would wear... The captive would, for a while longer, remain so. ( Continued on page 2 ) |
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Terin draped the cord about his neck and left it to hang there for the moment. Normally, she would have made him remove his own pants for her pleasure, however, this time, it was all part of the seduction. Her eyes met and held his as her fingertips slowly slid down an imaginary line in the middle of his chest to his naval, on down to the band of his pants. She could feel the muscles in his abdomen tighten against the back of her knuckles as her fingers paused there. Her fingernails traced the contours of his hardness outlined by the material of his pants.