CHAPTER ELEVEN
TANNOR
I cannot recall a time where I’ve felt such desperate need. Like a young lad, I’m squirming in bed, attempting patience as Nalla seeks to find some blasted pomade to help my burning skin. She doesn’t understand that I don’t care if my skin burns, I just want her hands on me. The desperation is heightening, especially as I watch her in that getup moving about the room. She won’t even provide me a peek at her creamy skin. My cock strains and I moan into the pillows, gyrating on the bed.
“Patience, Tannor,” her melodic voice comes to me.
Fuck the patience. I have an ass that feels like she lit a fire to it and my cock’s never been happier.
Ass in the air, I hide my face. There is a level of mortification which I cannot describe. Like she opened this door inside of me and is pulling all items from within. I’ve been chained plenty of times in the pits, but it’s never felt like this. I’ve been hit even more, and it’s never felt like this. It’s like electricity that courses the lines of everything she touches. If it’s her that’s binding me, I enjoy it. If it’s her that’s punishing me, I delight in it. The thought of being denied entrance to her cunt makes my cock weep. These sentiments are running through me while I should concentrate on escaping. On romancing her. But all my thoughts scattered when she left, and I worried, and I paced the room thinking about what her mother was doing to her. Then she reentered looking very much like an angry goddess and my resolve flew out of the balcony.
I felt her dip into the bed, sliding between my legs. Her knees brushed against my cock and I found myself pushing my ass out to her, desperate for her tiny, violent hands.
To my shock–she leans down over me, her hair brushing over my skin, and she lovingly places a soft kiss on my inflamed ass.
“Nalla -” my voice is strangled. I’m grasping fistfuls of sheets and yanking them to me.
Her hands caressed my ass, low into my crack, trailing to my sack and making me shiver. The noises that come out of me are ridiculous. I’ve been reduced to begging. She was having the time of her life.
“Shh,” she coos softly, her hands curling around my cock and providing it with a tender yank.
I bite the pillow under my head to stop myself from pathetically pleading. She tsked, slapping her hand over my ass once more. Three pats that are nothing compared to her beating but they delight my raging desire.
“Don’t silence yourself, my angel,” she murmured, caressing my skin once more, leaning down and kissing it, opening her mouth and nibbling on my flesh. “I want to hear all your little whimpers.”
I let out a breath. It’s deep. It feels like the tension of the past few hours dissipates from my shoulders. I’ve never laid so vulnerable before, trusting that this crazed woman behind me won’t harm me–at least not in a way… well, I’m not ready to admit to anything yet.
I heard her open a bottle, and I was startled when a drizzle of oil drips over my ass. For a crazed moment, I think she’s going to fuck me. She doesn’t. Her nimble fingers massage my buttocks, and the sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Like the bath she gave me, that sent me to a state of utter relaxation.
The moan that leaves my mouth is loud, and I can sense her delight. For whatever reason, her being happy at my reaction fills me with something warm, shaped like contentment. I can’t describe it.
“You should see yourself, Tannor. Open for me, red ass, hard cock.” She sighed, her hands going up my back and back down to my thighs.
Her words are honey, as she soothed my tender skin. Her fingers trailed down to my cock, and I pushed my ass up, desperate for more of her hands. Nalla’s actions rage in me even more fire.
“Tell me what you want. Use your words,” she whispered, tickling the back of my balls.
I have no words, I’m floating in emotions, sensations she’s making me feel. Wishing to tell her how lovely it is.
“Please, touch me, for the love of god touch me,” I managed.
She chuckled, and I felt her tap my hip. “Turn around so I can reward you for being such a good boy and taking your spanking.”
The Tannor I was a few days ago would’ve shoved her off, but apparently I have no control of my senses and all I can think is of the glorious reward, whatever it is she’s willing to give me. I’m awaiting with open arms. I’m so needy that if she wished to fuck me with a leather phallus, I’m uncertain if I would deny her.
Turning, we sat facing one another, my bouncing cock between us. Instantly, I’m pulling her to me, caressing the softness of her body through her leather and wishing it were her skin. As I kissed her, memorizing her limbs, her hands slide down to my cock, and she grasped it with a strength I only felt her use on my ass.
She got a strangled gurgle out of me and I felt her smiling into my mouth. She pulled and pulled, sliding her hand to the tip and caressing the bulbous head. I feel it deep in me, like she’s holding my soul in her hand.
I press my head to her shoulder and pant. With her other hand, she circled my head and cradled me, like someone she’d keep safe, even if my wings were chained.
“You like when I yank you?” She asked huskily. I could smell her own arousal through the leather between her legs.
“Yes—”
“You like it when I cradle your soft balls in my hand?” And she cupped my sack, giving it a light squeeze, rolling it between her fingers.
I can’t speak. I’m concentrating on not spurting all over her chest and my face.
“Yes, you do, don’t you? I bet you also loved being helpless to move, not knowing what cruelty I’ll deliver. Isn’t that right, Tannor? You like it when I hit you just so I can do this?” she purred, turning her attention back to my cock and sliding up and down with that steady grip until I thrusted forward, unable to say anything other than beg.
“Please—”
“Please what?” she teased, the evil conniving witch.
When my voice was nothing but incoherency, and random words strung together, she pushed me back. Her hand never left my cock, but now I’m spread out on the bed before her. She kneeled and smiled. There’s a promise in her smile. I watched in fascination as she slowly brought her hand to her lips and put a finger into her mouth. A finger wet with my leakage. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.
“Your promises taste sweet.”
Gods of heaven, I’m going to lose it. I have to grip the bedding because I have very little control left. She’d left me as nothing more than a panting, moaning shadow of a man.
Slowly she unstrapped the belt holding her dressing, she unlatched and peeled the leather, opening herself like a flower. The creamy skin of her shoulder is exposed. On instinct, I go for my cock, I just need something on it.
Her eyes zoomed on my movement and with a flick of her hand, my hand was zapped with electricity.
“No touching,” she said.
Her quick chiding spurs even more lust into me. Watching her undress, I have no choice but to vault my hips up, my cock bouncing against my stomach. I’m fascinated by the way she undressed. How she cast looks at me between her lashes. There’s a coyness mixed with innocence there. Like she’s uncertain if she’d be to my liking. She hesitated before lowering her tunic, keeping her breasts from me.
“Let me see you,” I urged her and sat up, running my hands over her shoulders.
She dropped the tunic and shifted her gaze. “One of them is bigger than the other.”
The difference is barely noticeable. All I know is they look magnificent. Heavy and slightly droopy, with wide brown areolas. If she stuffed one in my mouth, I would gladly choke on it.
I shrugged. “Sometimes you want a mouthful. Sometimes a nibble.”
Surprise makes her pause before she smiled and leaned into me. She kissed me deeply. With her chest pressed to mine, I have the expanse of her skin to explore. I’ve felt nothing as soft and inviting. My fingers slip down her back, trailing down her sides and making her shiver. I’m sharply aware of how brittle my hands are, a juxtaposition against the dips in her moisturized skin.
Her fingers slide back to my cock and I’m hopeful she’ll ride me, let me enter her, just to see if her insides are as silken as the outside of her. Then I heard her moan and I pull back, transfixed on what she’s doing.
With one hand she yanked my cock, with the other she entered herself. Her eyes were half closed as she drew circles over her sex.
Her nipples pebble. On instinct, I touch her, petting her pert nipples and flicking them, giving back to her a little of what she’s doing to me. She said I wasn’t to touch her, but I’d gladly take my punishment just to caress these breasts. She pushed into my hand, gasping.
“I’ve been wet for so long,” she puffed out, giving my cock a good tug that left me incoherent for a moment. “I’m going to come so fast, I can’t even wait.”
The way she spoke made me realize I enjoyed listening to her uncouth words. Her thumb circled the head of my cock.
“Imagine you’re inside of me,” she said in a husky voice.
I’m beyond imagining it. Within the confines of her grip, I am in her. She has me by the palm of her hand and I’ll let her lead me like a leash.
“None of the men who’ve ever been in me have ever felt like this,” she confessed.
I’m hit with the vision of another entering her and I’m filled with passionate rage. That I should feel possession over a woman who does the things she does, says the things she says, promises what she promises is madness.
I felt a tinge of soreness between my shoulder blades, like a needle scraping the skin.
I gasped and between the mingling of the sharp pain and the tugging of her hand, I went over the edge.
It happened quickly and without warning so that I’m nothing more than a buckling, spurting animal with no sense of time or place.
She also came, the slick circling of her own cunt, her loud moans that morph into a yell. She slumped forward, and I caught her, pulling her back into the bed with me.
Nalla became a warm blanket over me, her legs sliding over my hips, curling into me in a protective stance. She sighed deeply into my chest. I’m lethargic and content, delighting in the post pleasure haze and the soft warm burning of my ass. Her hands softly caress my body, and she cuddles in closer.
Slowly, I take her hand and bring it to my nose. I want to smell her. Her fingers are still moist with her juices. She watched as I slowly licked her clean, the taste of her a welcomed fare for my tongue.
Once I’m done, I look at her. Her eyes are soft but dark.
“Now you’re all clean,” I said.
With a smile and using my shoulder as a pillow, she fell asleep. At that moment, I had a sense of dread enter my stomach. I knew the laws. It was one thing for me to die, that was written long ago when the war came upon us. But they would kill her if they thought she cared, even a small amount, for me.