Chapter 17
HORDAN
Imust have drifted off while snuggling Doe-dee by the fire, because when I open my eyes, the flames are much lower. The cave wall is hard at my back, and use it to scratch my back as I yawn and rub my eyes.
Sensing something wrong, I still.
She’s gone from my lap.
“Doe-dee?”
“Ye-ah?”
I jump to my feet and rush to join her over by the cave entrance. Is she coming or going? How long has she been up? I scan her for injuries.
There aren’t any criminals left in these woods to harm her, but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t get hurt or swept away by the river. What would I do if I lost her?
I swallow hard and crush her to my chest in a hug, my heart pounding.
She has been very quiet and pensive since our heated discussion this morning, and even though she assured me in several ways that our love bond remains strong and intact, I find it very hard to read her emotions or predict her behavior when she becomes so guarded.
It’s unsettling to feel both connected and disconnected, and it has me on edge.
She snorts softly and gives my back a reassuring pat, before pushing at me to let her go.
When I reluctantly do so, she points to a bag by the door.
It’s packed. She’s leaving. Where to? Am I allowed to come?
If she says no, will she be mad if I follow her?
Because I’m fucking going to. To the ends of the earth, if need be.
She’s mine, and I won’t have her wander the earth alone and unguarded.
An amused smile graces her lips, and she beckons my closer with a crook of her finger. I lean down so our faces are level, and she kisses the tip of my nose and ruffles the hair between my horns as if I am her pet, and not the other way around.
I grunt softly, not hating the idea.
She picks up her bag, hands it to me, and then points me toward the cave entrance.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Where are we going?”
She says nothing, just keeps pointing, so I do as I’m told and wait on the other side for her, which is when she sweeps her hands at me to shoo me down the cliff.
I do as I’m told, but I take my time climbing down.
Mostly because she is wearing a dress and no underwear, and some of the positions she has to assume to safely navigate the rocks make for appetizing displays of her gorgeous, gaping cunt.
I did that. And I’m as proud of it as Doe-dee is of her home-making talents.
Proud and aroused.
I’m hard as fuck when she meets me on the forest floor, and even though I try to cover the bulge in my trousers with her bag, there’s no hiding it from her. She gives me another thoroughly amused smile and then gestures for me to start walking.
I take a few steps and check with her if I’m going in the right direction. She turns me around to face the vast forest and gestures for me to lead the way.
“To… where?” I show her me standing at a crossroads, clueless.
She flashes an image into my mind of the house I showed her, with the bubble bath and the big bed. She goes a step further and shows me throwing her onto that bed and fucking her while her breasts spray my face with milk.
My mouth waters, my cock strains in my trousers, and my heart rejoices with a flip of elation in my chest. I drop her bag and pick her up to spin her around. “You want to see the house?”
She grins and flashes me the same images again. She wants all of it.
I steal a hungry kiss of her lips and leave her breathless. “Whatever your heart desires, Pet.”
I glance at her beautifully rounded and swollen breasts and get a second delicious helping of pride and arousal. I did that too. They’re looking especially large and inviting, but when I gently cup them through the flimsy fabric of her dress, they’re not too tight. She’ll keep for a while yet.
“Would you like to walk? Or may I carry you?” I ask, showing her the estimated traveling speed of both options as I pick up her bag.
Doe-dee raises her arms and waits to be lifted into my arms. I grin, yank her off the ground, and settle her onto my hip before I march at pace toward our happy future.
I carry her over the threshold and set her down inside her new house.
Her eyes are wide, and her energy suggests she can’t believe them. I chuckle softly, close the door behind us, and gesture for her to go and explore.
She grins and runs from one room to the next. Her excitement levels grow with each new discovery, until she’s hooting and hollering and twirling around in such a beautiful and innocent expression of happiness that my heart squeezes as if it’s growing too big for my chest.
She rushes back to me, her mouth yapping non-stop as she shows me all the things she loves about her new home.
The space, the cleanliness, the brightness — so much light.
She shows me how easily all her plants will grow in here, and I couldn’t be happier to see she plans to make this home her own.
Then she does make me feel happier, by taking my hand and pulling me into the vision, pointing at the nook she’s found for our thrones to sit, and should we surround them with flowers or fabrics or books? What do I think would look best?
I like all of the options. The decor could look like mud, and I’d be happy because I get to sit in there with her.
She looks at me with her big pretty eyes all shimmery with happiness.
She takes my hand, leads me over to the nearest chair, stands on top of it, and kisses my forehead, the way I kiss hers when she’s being cute and adorable.
I flush with warmth beneath my pelt and try not to let on that she’s made me feel suddenly shy.
But she notices. Doe-dee understands me with a depth no other has ever dared to.
Some souls don’t want to see themselves through the truth of my eyes, but my sweet pet is not one of those.
She’s a brave and bold little fighter, and she’s proud of who she is.
It’s one of the most appealing, magnetic things about her.
“Come.” I pull her from the chair and carry her through the house toward the room I had set up for her clothes. “I want to give you something.”
She has clearly been in the room already, because some of the closet doors have been swung wide open and then abandoned in that fashion for whatever caught her attention next during her initial search of the house.
I sit her down in the little throne in front of the mirror and make her wait patiently while I close all the open doors so she won’t be distracted by anything.
There are a lot of things in the cupboards that will be new to her, and I want to introduce them to her slowly, to see what sort of things she likes best.
I make my way over to the top drawer, pull out the thing I want to give her first, and then I stand behind her, so she can see us both in the mirror.
In my mind, I ask her to lift her hair up onto her head, so her neck is bare and accessible.
She obeys beautifully, and my cock thickens, but I intentionally shield her from the true intensity of my response.
I adore my tenacious pet when she’s giving me sass, but if she knew what her obedience did to me, I’d be putty in her pretty little hands, and what good am I to her if I can’t provide the firm strength and stability she needs to feel safe and secure?
I must be a master to myself before I can expect Doe-dee to trust me with domain over her.
I take a deep breath and in an attempt to remain more orderly, I swallow down my urge to reward her obedience with an immediate orgasm. Instead, I lower the open velvet ribbon collar in front of her and ask with my eyes if I may adorn her neck with it.
Doe-dee wets her lips, and her eyes sparkle like the gold and diamond heart dangling from the collar.
She nods, and I proceed with absolute care, wanting her to feel beautiful and sexy and loved when she wears it.
I keep my touch light and lingering, using even the necessary tasks of making adjustments filled with the intention to make her understand how precious and delectably enticing she is.
She shivers and melts at each subtle caress, and by the time I pull back my hands, her lips are parted for easy shallow breaths and the room is filling with the scent of her arousal.
“Perfection,” I whisper, as I gaze upon her reflection.
Doe-dee releases her auburn tresses to cascade over her shoulders and touches her fingers to the collar as she tilts her head this way and that, to see it sparkle from different angles. She wets her lips and meets my gaze in the mirror. “Tharnk yoo fer-tha neklarss, suhrr. Ets be-yoo-tee-fool.”
I smile and kiss the top of her head. Her words are superfluous when I can feel the gratitude radiating from her. “You are welcome, my love.”
She grins and stands, flaunting her neck in the mirror again before she becomes distracted by something.
She steps away from the mirror, stands in the center of the room, and turns in a slow circle, gazing at all the closets and drawers surrounding her.
Her jaw becomes slack, and her mouth falls open.
She touches her necklace again and looks at me.
I smile as she imagines all the drawers and doors open and hundreds of gift-wrapped boxes falling out onto the floor at her feet.
Her eyes are so wild and round with disbelief, I feel the need to minimize the situation so she doesn’t fall prey to her survival instincts where she rejects fine things.
I hold up my palms and then move to a nearby drawer, opening it and pulling out a pair of pale pink, shimmering stockings.
Crotchless. With a matching sueded leather garter belt.
“Just clothes,” I reassure her. “And you don’t have to wear all of them,” I add, showing her what in mean in her mind’s eye.
“Only the ones you love.” I gaze around the room.
“There are plenty to choose from, so you should be able to find something you like, but if not, I will take you to the store, and you can choose directly.”
Doe-dee steps toward me and touches the long-socks dangling from my hand.
Her lips curl into a smile as she strokes the silken fabric.
She absently touches her current outfit as she looks around the room with new interest, and then she looks down at her dress.
Her expression borders on disgust and she pulls it off over her head.
She strides over to the throne in the middle of the room, sits down, and then holds her leg out toward me, wiggling her pointed little toes.
She’s completely naked, and I’m loathe to cover any part of her, but I don’t dare miss an opportunity to dress her in finery, and I kneel before her to do just that.
It’s incredibly hard to keep my gaze from her breasts, which look very close to needing a thorough milking, but I do my best not to appear too obsessed by making sure I pay ample attention to all of her other glorious assets. Beginning at her toes.
As I had with her collar, I make donning her stocking a sensual and pleasurable experience she’ll want to repeat.
I treasure every inch of her from toe-tip to just below her navel, where I buckle her cute belt in place, while she shifts restlessly on her throne.
Her curls are dripping with her heavenly dew, and the leather cushion beneath her is smeared with it.
She’s very ready to come, but I would rather she wait a little longer.
The barrage of images she fills my mind with make it no secret that she’s needy for my cock, but I restrain myself from granting her desires just yet. I hold up one finger and then fetch another item from the same drawer — the matching harness and mittened sleeves.
Doe-dee looks up from poking at the padded knee-sections of her new tights, and grips the arms of her throne when she sees what I’m holding up.
I show her how pretty I think her large breasts will look while out on display, while her hands and arms will be kept luxuriously cozy.
I hold the soft sleeves to my cheek and hesitate.
“Actually, you may be too pretty wearing the whole outfit,” I say with a frown.
Picturing her again makes me want to take her on the spot.
Without holding back. Would it be too much for her?
I consider it, and I shake my head. I wouldn’t go too far.
She’ll let me know, and I’ll respect her boundaries.
“May I help you into them, sweet pet?” I hold them up and give her a preview of how I would slide them onto her with as much love and attention as I had her stockings.
She grips the arms of her throne more tightly as her body has a visible response to the suggestion.
Her enlarged nipples have hardened into thick, ripe peaks, and I long to roll my tongue slowly around each one to whet my appetite before I latch onto her breasts and devour the powerful stream of milk I can see has been building.
Doe-dee can’t seem to sit still, and panting softly now, she holds up her arms and waits for her master to dress her as he wishes.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I rumble. I enjoy the pleasurable shiver my tone sends through her, and I give her gushing cunt a little extra face-time, pulling back just as she threatens to flutter around my tongue.
She moans and gestures for me to hurry with the clothes so I can fuck her like I imagined a few moments ago.
I swallow hard, having not meant to have shown her that level of need from me. And yet she’s not scared by it. She’s actually… asking for it. Fuck.
I wanted to dress her slow. Wanted to edge her until she’s so impossibly slick with arousal that I can fuck her hard and fast the way I know she wants it.
But now I’m so turned on by her wanting it, I’ve basically edged myself.
How much restraint can I muster? I’m already sweating from the effort it’s taking to hold back.