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Ice and Fire
"Ah, Maxwell, you've arrived with the goods," his tone was deep and well modulated. It sent a tiny shiver down caitlin's spine. "Indeed, Lord Durban. She is called caitlin. Would you like me to secure her into place for you?" Lord Durban's eyes, which had been inspecting caitlin's winsome form, glanced at Maxwell. "In a minute. Bring her to me." caitlin felt the tug on her bindings and moved slowly forward until Maxwell stopped. She felt someone moving toward her, then circling her, Lord Durban, she assumed. He stopped in front of her again and the next movement was lightning quick. She felt her shift grasped in his hand and ripped from her body. The sound was loud in the otherwise quiet room. She softly gasped as another shiver crawled along her spine. Fingertips splayed against her collarbones and moved downward slowly. They followed the curve and tilt of her breasts, whispering against her nipples, as they became stiff. They meandered further downward pausing at the slight dip of her belly button. "This one is not pierced," Lord Durban made the observation. Maxwell cleared his throat before speaking. "Nay, Milord. Milady Terin did not wish that done to this one. Instead, as you see, she wears the collar. " There was no comment from Lord Durban as his hands continued their downward journey, pausing briefly as his knuckles brushed against downy hair between her legs. "Milady Terin, what?" the question was spoken with a lilt of laughter in it as Terin herself sailed into the room. Maxwell smiled at the Lady and was rewarded with a wink before she turned her attention to Lord Durban. The Lord looked up from his inspection, his eyes twinkling. "Ahhh, Terin. Good to see you again." "As it is good to see you as well, Durban. Are you pleased with this sampling of our stock?" "My eyes are so far pleased. The rest has yet to be experienced. I was just going to have Maxwell fasten her to the Relic," he gestured toward the iron pentacle that stood in the middle of the room. Maxwell led caitlin toward the device, guiding her back against it. A small gasp escaped her as the coldness seared her back. He untied her hands only to rebind them to the upper portion of the frame, on each side. Kneeling at her feet, he urged one of her legs to one bottom edge and fastened it with the leather cuff and repeated the same on the other side. He turned to inquire. "Milord, do you wish her neck bound also or perhaps you'd like her gagged? " Durban shook his head. " Nay, neither are needed." Terin walked over to the frame and ran a fingertip down the middle of caitlin's body. "Durban, you really must quit ripping these shifts off the stock. It gets more expensive every day." Durban chuckled, amused. "My dear Terin, you know I replace such things. " "Aye, Durban. I know it." Terin's laughter rippled through the room. "I must tease you about something you know. Are you finished with Maxwell? There are some things I wish him to see to." "Yes, of course. He has brought me everything I need for my amusement. Thank you, Maxwell. You have a treasure there, Terin. " A brief look was exchanged between Terin and Maxwell. "Yes, I know." She said as she turned and left the room. Maxwell bowed to the Lord before turning on his heel and following Terin. He drew the huge oak doors closed behind him. Their closing had an ominous sound to them. There was a rustling sound in front of caitlin. The sound of clothes being removed, slowly. Her head tilted toward it as she could do no more than listen. Lord Durban moved, a splendid example of the male form, to a table upon which Maxwell had left the things that had been requested. He picked up a bottle and uncorked it, waving it under his nose to inhale the scent of sandalwood with a hint of cinnamon. Taking the bottle back to his bound captive, he tipped the bottle just above her collarbone and watched as the amber liquid began a trail down her body. Setting aside the bottle, his palms flattened against her body, gathering the oil and spreading it across her skin. His oily fingers squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples. Her body responded by moving restlessly in its bonds. His palm, fingers pointed downward, slid down her belly into the hair at the juncture of her thighs. He found her nub and rolled it between his forefinger and his thumb. His head dipped, taking one of her nipples between his teeth and biting down, not enough to cause severe hurt, but placing caitlin in the sharp edge of pain and pleasure. At the same time his finger slid into the crack of her petals, seeking out the dark heat of her body. Caitlin moaned at the invasion, both of finger and teeth, while her inner muscles clamped down on his finger, her tunnel becoming immediately moist. Durban removed his hand and from the sound, caitlin gathered he was once again oiling them. One slid around to taunt her breast, squeezing it, the other slid over her nether lips and underneath, sliding toward the tightness found in the crevice of her buttocks. "Are you virgin here, girl? " his husky whisper floated over her ear, as his fingertip tapped against her tight opening. His body had stepped so close to hers she could feel the heat touch her, spiraling her senses. She tried to speak but could not find her voice and growing impatient for his answer, his finger began to force its way into her. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Nay, Sir. " "Well used back here are you? " His oily finger pushed deeper, sliding in with little resistance on her part. "Yes, Sir. " His finger was now embedded up to the knuckle and working in and out of her in a gentle motion. "By choice or because your last Master demanded it of you? " She inhaled sharply as another finger joined the first. "Both," she managed to whisper. His teeth found her other nipple and bit down before he whispered back, his breath a gentle caress against her face. "Sir," he demanded. "Sir," was her choked soft response. His hands and fingers left her body as he moved once more in the room briefly before returning to her. "Tip your head back girl, " he demanded, as an icy wetness touched her neck and slid downward over one breast. His other hand came up to touch the other breast with the same treatment. He rubbed the ice over the curve of her breasts, underneath and along her nipples, leaving droplets of water to make their way down her body. She shuddered in her confinement, unable to do anything more than endure. His hands made their way down her body, leaving a wet trail exposed to the air in the room. One hand slipped between her legs and her body jumped as she felt the ice at the opening his fingers had just stretched. She whimpered as the ice was pushed through. His other hand, in the meantime, was pushing another piece of ice between her vaginal lips, up into her. His fingers were ruthless as he pushed the ice far up inside her before his fingers rubbed at both openings in a circular motion. His tongue lapped at the wetness across her collarbone. His body moved restlessly against hers. His hardness pressed itself against her thigh. Her body ached to move in tandem with his. When his mouth slid across hers, she opened her lips, welcoming his questing tongue. His fingers continued to rub her, their motion going from fierce and pushing inward to soft and caressing. His mouth left hers to nibble on the side of her neck as his fingers once more invaded both her openings. The whimper never left the back of her throat. The fingers of both hands left her and the pads of his thumbs, spread her lips wide open as he stood fully, his hardness prodding at the exposed opening before sliding home, to the hilt. His mouth took hers again, in time to swallow the moan that emerged from hers. His hands slid across her hips, reaching down to grasp her buttocks in both hands, his fingers digging into each tender cheek as he drove into her time and time again. His teeth bit with gentle intensity at her bottom lip. Time and time again he filled himself with her. The only sound heard in the room was that of their bodies reaching for satisfaction. When he slipped from her body, neither was sure if the groan came from her or him. Reaching for the oil once more, he rubbed it over her lower regions, his fingers teasing her senses. Once again his hardness prodded at her opening only this time he sought the dark tightness found between her buttocks. As his hips pushed forward and he began his entrance, she whimpered. He stopped to ease her discomfort by rubbing her nub with the palm of his hand, pushing down with gentle force. For several moments he rubbed, before bending his head, his lips found her breast again. His tongue licked a path of fire along that curve and lashed across her tightened nipple before his teeth once more latched onto it, biting down, sending her again to that edge of pain and pleasure. His hardness pushed relentlessly into her, stretching her open as the engorged head slipped through, followed by the length of his staff. His fingers pushed and rubbed against her nub as he worked himself deeper into her heat. When he felt her contracting around him, pulling him in deeper, Durban removed his fingers. He brought his hands up to cup and squeeze her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples as his voice hoarsely whispered in her ear how well she fit him, how tightly her dark hot opening begged him to plunge deeper, to claim her depths as his own. All the while his hands manipulated her flesh, pushing the envelope on pain and pleasure. Caught up in the maelstrom of their growing passion passionate, he rode her hard, as her body accepted the changing pace and welcomed it. One final deep thrust into her grasping depths had him pouring into her his explosion of desire. His fingers dug into her buttocks, pulling her toward him, as far as her bindings would allow, even as he arched into her. She shuddered her release on the head of his pleasure. He withdrew from her body slowly, savoring the feelings that washed over him. Stepping back Lord Durban slumped into an armchair that faced the Relic. His eyes drank in the sight of her hanging from her bindings, the moisture of her body gleaming in the flickering firelight. He reached out a hand, taking up a snifter of brandy that sat on the nearby table. He passed the glass beneath his nose, inhaling the bouquet before lifting the glass to his lips and sipping the fiery liquid, just as he had sipped of the fiery lass bound before him in the firelight… |
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Maxwell entered the Relic Room with a blindfolded caitlin in tow. Her hands were bound at the wrists in front of her with a leather strap. Around her neck was the black leather collar, the steel loop attached to the front, bearing the Double Moon Gems. She wore nothing more than a thin shift, her feet bare. The lord looked up at their arrival.