Thorns & Hearts 1: Blood Bound and Beautiful

Kierstin Cherry

Returning to reclaim her vampyric kingdom, the exiled queen Vladja is determined to defeat her usurper brother, Decai, and his unliving forces at any cost. Before she can claim sovereignty, Vladja must first solve the dark riddle ...
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Returning to reclaim her vampyric kingdom, the exiled queen Vladja is determined to defeat her usurper brother, Decai, and his unliving forces at any cost. Before she can claim sovereignty, Vladja must first solve the dark riddle of the Throne of Bone. When the riddle demands she forsake and betray her human lover, a Lady who wields the hand of a god, Vladja is torn between duty and desire.

The more she tries to stay away from the Lady Grace, the more she wants her. With their passions flaring out of control and Decai's forces bearing down upon them, Vladja and her Lady embark on a desperate plan to unleash their passions upon the Throne and break its power once and for all. But will their love and lust prove strong enough to defeat the ancient dark magics or will the Throne of Bone consume them with the deadly power of the Marrowing?

  • Note:This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: female/female sexual practices, hematolagnia, m/f sex, violence.
The dread boom came again—the throb of catapults, and ballistae bolts slamming against the massive darksteel doors of Vár Csjethe. Each blast shook the ancient castle to its very foundation, dust and broken bone sifting down from the moonlit vaults. The stained glass had shattered months ago, and beneath their splintered memory, Vladmira Grigelf stood, attuned to the toils of the enemy beyond her doors. An enemy that shared her blood.

Brother, will you stop at nothing?

Slowly, she tilted her neck to one side then the other, feeling the groan of cold sinews. The tips of her fingers were tinged blue, her hands aching from hours of wielding her bloodblade. She was born to battle, but the dead of winter in Vespertavia was perilous to her kind. Too long in the bitter, brumal cold, and a vampyr—even an ancient Grigelf—would be nothing more than a glittering statue.

Tonight, daring the brutal Vespertavian snow squalls had been worth it. She still tasted death on her fangs. The last four vampyr imperators. Once her most trusted field generals, they had turned on her years ago and aided her brother in seizing her crown. How long the nights had been. How I longed to embrace you one last time, my imperators. Traitors all, they had deserved the cruel pain of the Marrowing. Blood, bone, and fear—they had witnessed the true power of a Grigelf queen. Vladja relished the taste of them.

Decai had not counted on his sister’s skill. Or her trust in a human.

“Vladja.” Grace’s small hands on Vladja’s arm sent a shiver across her unliving flesh.

For centuries Vladja had felt nothing but the chill numbness of the grave and turned earth, of decomposition and decay and endless nights locked in waking misery. Until Grace had plucked her from the sepulcher’s rotted grasp and delivered her from her brother’s treachery.

They had dared everything—the ancient laws, blood bonds and betrayals, and a war of gods and mortals, where every breath was a struggle between life and bitter death. They had dared, and they had won. Even now, trapped within the castle of her birthright, her brother’s ravening husks and revenants clawing at her doors, Vladja felt secure in one thing: Grace was at her side. Vladja might have been the rightful ruler of Vespertavia, but Grace was her queen.

If only I could show her.

The booming came again, and Vladja tensed beneath Grace’s touch. She wanted to answer it, to howl her fury at those who came to destroy her. She had been a beast once. She could be a beast again.

“Vladja.” Grace tugged gently this time.

Reluctant, Vladja came away from the doors.

Alone, Decai’s mechanical engines could not breach the defenses of Vár Csjethe. He would play another card, and soon—he had many—but for now the seat of her future queendom was safe. Grace was safe. Content with small victories, Vladja went with her lady to the hearth. The heat seeped in through her gargoyle-skin leathers and melted the chill from her unliving flesh.

She closed her eyes, glad of the moment’s respite. How long had it been, she and Decai locked in this useless struggle? Even now she could feel it. The weight of the Throne of Bone. She didn’t need to look upon it to feel its pressure, to hear the whispers of the Ancients whose blood had forged it.

The Throne needed a monarch to claim it.

She dared not. Her brother dared not. Twins, they were the only Grigelf left. Neither of us is worthy. Neither of us can solve the Dark Enigma. And every day, Vespertavia fell further into a ruinous winter.

With her quiet strength, Grace led Vladja by the hands, across the flagstones, across a floor sealed with the bones of all her ancestors. With every footfall, Vladja felt them resonate within her blood. The Ancients: her grandfather, his father before him, and his before him, all the way back to the Time before Reckoning. If they judged her now, would they find her worthy? Her gaze fell to her hand, her fingers entwined with Grace’s. Her father, Vladimir Grigelf, had always favored her. The Ancients were more fickle. They would favor her only on one condition.

So long as she never took a mortal to her bed. There is a way…

With a stunning smile, Grace let go, the skirts of her glittering sapphire gown furling about her as she darted up the stairs toward the Throne. She passed beneath the sky vaults, and in the wintry moonlight, her skin flashed stark white, her eyes both luminous and dark.

Vladja looked upon her with such longing she felt her monstrous heart might shatter. There is a way…if you can kill her. Her Lady of Skins, chosen of the God of the Hunt.

Grace was radiant in life. Vladja could never steal that away from her.

With a heart-slaying smile, the Lady reclined on the Throne of Bone. Even after so short a time, her lithe body was at home upon the bleached spinal columns and skeletal barbs of the great chair. She sat there as if she knew the risk she was taking.

“Vladja. My Vladja.” Her gentle voice resounded, more powerful than the pounding on the doors. If she had wanted to, Grace could speak in the tongues of beasts. It was how they had first communicated, back when Vladja was more animal than Grigelf. “Come here.”

Vladja went willingly. She knew she shouldn’t. The Throne…the Marrowing.

Grace reached for her, tangling her fingers into Vladja’s short black hair. “You killed tonight.” One small hand slipped to Vladja’s collar, fingers trailing across the black gargoyle-hide leathers. The Grigelf queen smiled around her fangs as Grace traced the scars on her longcoat. Neither vampyr claw nor fang could penetrate her armor. Scratches and scrabbles, they were already healing, the gargoyle hide’s living leather sloughing off the damage as though it were never done.

She remembered the first time it had been damaged in Grace’s presence—the midnight skirmish on the Battledowns, the night Vladja had met the Companions. In the aftermath Grace had tried to mend the leathers in kindness for the Grigelf’s aid. The look on the Lady’s face when the longcoat reknitted itself was something Vladja would never forget.

And I shall never forget what happened after.

With gentle insistence, Grace pulled her down into a kiss. Blood smeared their lips, and Vladja realized she’d bitten hers. Her Lady of Skins sucked gently at it, tonguing the torn flesh. Her grip tightened, and Vladja relished the tension she felt in her lover’s body—Grace responding to her primal needs. She arched on the Throne, and Vladja straddled her.

The Throne. The Dark Enigma.

The moonlight had shifted, casting skeletal shadows across Grace’s face. Vladja took the omen with stoicism. The riddle of the Throne and its terrible consequence always hung over her. We are safe. As long as I do not allow her to have me fully.

Smiling in bloody innocence, Grace ran her tongue across Vladja’s bottom lip, then bit her hard. Fresh blood flowed, and the Lady sucked and licked, chasing the crimson flow down the Grigelf queen’s chin, over her neck, and between her breasts.

The scent of copper struck the air like harp strings, and Vladja felt her fangs elongate. The urge to bite ached across her body and stabbed deep into her core, but she mastered her ardor.

Beneath her the Lady moaned. Her lips were scarlet, and Vladja reveled in the sight of her, lusty and bloodstained. Lifting her chin, she kissed Grace deeply, seeking the taste of blood deep inside her. Grace bucked against her, urging her body against Vladja’s. “My queen.”

“Not yet.” How Vladja wished it could be true. But she needed no other reminder than the seat of bones beneath them. Not until I solve the Dark Enigma and take back my kingdom.

Desire, defiant and burning, ignited within her. She toyed with the neckline to Grace’s gown, then tore it. Grace cried out against her mouth, small breasts exposed, fair and perfect. She squirmed, but it was not to get away. Vladja groped her, and Grace’s nipples sprang taut at her touch. Without pretense the Grigelf queen closed her mouth over her lady’s breast and sucked. Tonguing the nipple, she grazed it with her fangs, exulting when Grace shivered beneath her.

She longed to pierce that orb and drink from its bloody fount.

Grace’s hips bucked against her, and she moaned in need. Vladja could smell her now—the wet sweetness of her sex, the sensual juices that slicked her skin and clung the skirts of her courtly gown to her inner thighs.

Just a taste. Vladja allowed herself the delicious lie.

Slowly, she drew sharp fingernails down over Grace’s hips, dragging at the sweat-damp silk, shredding it into ribbons. The sound of cloth tearing maddened her, but she forced control over her base desires. The salty sting of Grace’s sweat, the velvet slickness of her pussy. How Vladja longed to bury herself in her lady’s most secret flesh.

The Throne will not register that as a sin.

Blushing, Grace spread her legs wide and tugged the ruins of her skirts up, exposing herself. The pink lips of her sex were flushed and glistening. Vladja could taste her on the air.

Desire burned away rational thought. Grasping Grace’s thighs, Vladja splayed her lady open and buried her face in the sensual heat.

GRACE CRIED OUT, writhing as Vladja devoured her—lips, tongue, and teeth working to make her come. Bucking in her lover’s iron grip, she thrust her hips into Vladja’s mouth, her hands scrabbling for purchase among the shattered clavicles and grasping skeletal fingers.

It had been thorns once, or so Vladja had told her. The Throne of Thorns in the days before the Grigelf had become the reigning monarchs. Grace imagined the sting of barbs biting into her arms and legs, the scent of full-blown roses perfuming her flesh.

Beneath her the Throne of Bone throbbed in response to her cries, quickening her excitement and stringing her body with delicious tension.

Her thighs ached, but Grace opened wider, resting her calves on the arms of the grand chair while Vladja took her. The scrape of broken bones against her soft skin heightened her arousal. She could not look away as the dark queen tongued her pussy, licking her folds, sucking them into her luscious mouth. Vladja’s lips and chin were soaked with Grace’s wantonness. Growls issued from the Grigelf queen’s throat, vibrating across her lips to shock Grace’s needy clit.

Panting, she rested her head back. The climax was building within her, the burning pleasure in her belly and thighs, between her legs, matched by the pulling pain in her left hand. It began at the wrist and radiated downward through her fingers—a pain of change, of transformation. A ribbon of panic seized her, and she looked once more upon her queen.

Vladja gave her one last, long lick and slid her leather-clad body along her lady’s until she was straddling Grace once more. She shrugged out of her longcoat and let it hit the floor. “Go on, then.” Her voice was soft, lilting with gentle humor. “Now you will not ruin my coat.”

Grace exhaled and let all her fear and doubt rush out with her breath. A jolt racked her, spasming from her left hand. The sound of bones crackling and knuckles popping was loud even against the siege outside. Grace gasped. In the span of two heartbeats, her fingers elongated, crooked, grew an extra knuckle. She breathed out again, feeling the pain leave her. Soft as new grass, fine hair sprouted, coating the flesh in a deep, verdant green. Spatulate claws sheared from her fingertips.

The RigerClaw, the hand of a god. It had been her gift for her part in the GodsWar. Her gift and her sacrifice, for there were many in her homeland of Dáoine who did not know what to think of a lady with the hand of a monster.

If they only knew. The extent of Grace’s abilities—that she could transform in every way. A blush began to crawl along her cheeks. She might have been a lady, but Vladja had no such compunctions. Nor was she afraid of the other ramification of her lady’s transformation. Already, Grace could feel a hardness in the pit of her belly. It raced down her thighs and coiled within her core. If she willed, it could spear outward and become velvety, hot flesh. Riger, God of the Hunt, was also the god of fertility. As his chosen Companion, Grace was expected—designed—to propagate regardless of her lover’s gender. At the same time, both female and male.

Just the thought of being with Vladja like that set Grace aflame. Her hands tensed reflexively, claws digging into the Grigelf queen’s spine. She dragged downward, and leather tore like wet paper. Vladja arched, her lips parted as a gasp of pure pleasure escaped her. Blood stained Grace’s fingertips. She felt it, scented the coppery tinge. And with a sudden clarity she smelled Vladja’s arousal. It quickened within her, and she loosed a moan. The hardness within her spasmed. She could not hold back her mating instincts for much longer.

Vladja knew. A smirk curved her full lips. She slipped her thigh between Grace’s and pulled her close. The cool leathers were a blessing against her torrid pussy. She rode her queen, gasping, urging herself against the friction on her clit. It crested, every fiber of her on fire. Vladja’s lips found hers, her tongue thrusting into Grace’s mouth forcefully, leaving her panting like a beast. One hand slid down. The Lady held her breath as Vladja parted her.

Two fingers shafted her hard and deep. Grace cried out, her human hand tangling in Vladja’s black hair as she came in a molten gush. Her pussy clamped down hard, demanding her queen’s roughness.

In that moment her hardness sprang free. In her delirium she nearly grabbed Vladja, tore her leather breeches off, and shafted her with her cock. The desire to shove deep into her queen and spill herself was almost more than she could bear. Mortal flesh was no match for the desires of a god.

She clawed at the Throne, gripped a fanged skull, and snapped it.

Vladja never allowed Grace to touch her. Grace wanted to howl her frustration.

But Vladja knew. She always knew. Sliding down between Grace’s legs, she took her lady’s erection in her sword-calloused hands. “My Lady of Skins is very hard tonight.”

“Please…” The growling of beasts tinged Grace’s voice, and she was suddenly so very grateful for Vladja. She accepts me. A lady with the hand of a monster. Her gaze flicked to her hard cock. A lady who is no longer a lady.

Vladja’s full lips parted in a sinister smile, and she took Grace all the way to the back of her throat. The sudden wet warmth sheathing her nearly pushed the Lady over the edge. Precum spurted, but she held back her load. Biting her lip, she struggled for breath as Vladja sucked her, pumping her shaft with that sweet mouth.

Grace bucked, spearing that wet hole. She brought her hand to the back of Vladja’s neck and shoved her cock deeper. Her eyes rolled back, and she imagined herself taking Vladja from behind, pumping into her tight cunt, filling her up. She fucked Vladja’s mouth with abandon, thankful they were both monsters. No human could have withstood her. Vladja took every inch she had to offer.

Pleasure burned to pain inside her, but she staved it off. Watching Vladja suck her cock, knowing it was right, safe, allowed—Grace needed that like she needed to breathe. “Vladja, my love.”

With a grin and a growl, Vladja slid her fingers to the hilt, touching the deep spot within Grace’s cunt. A sharp cry escaped the Lady, her pussy quivering as she came. At the same moment her cock bumped the back of Vladja’s throat, and she let go, releasing her jism in a flood. With lusty abandon Vladja swallowed her, cum spilling from her lips, running down her throat.

Grace chased it and then licked a trail from her queen’s breasts back to her mouth. She tasted her essence on Vladja’s lips, and a shuddering sigh escaped her. Her human hand fell to her queen’s leather breeches. “Let me. Please.”

She hated the way she sounded, but in five months and countless fuckings, Vladja had never allowed her. Grace was desperate for her. Vladja would please her any way she needed—with hands and mouth, with her thigh between Grace’s, straining until they both shuddered with climax. But never had Grace actually touched her, felt her skin, the slickness of her hot pussy. She could smell her now—a feminine, musky scent that drove her wild.

She tugged again. “Vladja.”

The Grigelf queen pulled away. Grace’s desire turned to ashes. Am I just her toy? A pretty doll for her to play with? Hurt permeated her body, and she was suddenly, keenly aware of her nakedness, her wantonness, her freakishness. She caught Vladja’s longcoat and dragged it up to cover herself. Shame burned across her cheeks, and words her dark queen had spoken long ago resurfaced, “Shame is for humans, not for monsters.”

But which am I?

Copyright © Kierstin Cherry

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Intense and Epicly hot! Review by Coelynn
This is the kind of intense, mind-bending sex that is only possible in an epic fantasy world and I am desperate for more!
Blood Bound and Beautiful is a true Epic Fantasy with the fate of an entire land hanging by a thread, bound relentlessly to the internal struggle between love, duty and the power of Ancient Magic.

This Author delivers intense, powerful sex in the first few pages and seamlessly carries the passion of forbidden pleasure all the way to the end. Amazing world building and rich plot lure you into the hearts, minds and unquenchable desires of Vladja and her brother Decai, each one in love with a woman they are forbidden to have.

If Keirstin Cherry keeps writing books like this, I might never leave my bed!
(Posted on 12/27/2012)

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"Excuse me, sir? Could you please tell me the time?" The man on the street bench reading a newspaper looked over his shoulder with a scowl which quickly turned into a leer as his eyes moved from my shoes to my mouth. His gaze never did make it to my eyes.

"Sure thing." After glancing at his watch his stare returned to my chest area. "It's ten of one."

Trying my best to hide my discomfort, I politely thanked him and turned to step off the sidewalk and cross the street.

"Hey! Maybe I could get your number!"

Luckily, I was far enough away from the street bench so it was plausible to act as if I didn't hear him.

I couldn't help but cringe. If he only knew. I was a twenty-three year old virgin, most probably known as an ice queen. I was definitely not this man's type. And I didn't want to be.

I continued across the street to the public park quickly. I had an important job interview in twenty minutes and a thirty minute walk to get there. Cutting across the park might shed ten minutes off my travel time, so I endured the discomfort of having my heels sink into the grass with every step.

In my head, I repeated the mission statement of the law firm with which I was interviewing. Trying to calm myself, I rattled off the names, educational background, and professional accomplishments of the four partners I would meet with that day. Nothing impressed employers more than a showing of full knowledge of their own achievements.

Unfortunately, while concluding my own personal pep-talk, I failed to notice a man barreling toward me at full speed. His back was to me as he raced to catch a Frisbee thrown by some unseen friend.

At the last second my distracted mind took note of a flash of bronze to my left and I realized it was the hair of a man about to unceremoniously run me over.

I let out a squeak of surprise and self-preservation, and attempted to step around him to avoid a collision. However, my heel, caught in the grass, had other ideas, and I remained directly in his flight path.

My sound of shock, however, must have caught his attention because he quickly turned around to face me. I took notice of his dawning expression of horror. Too late to stop his momentum, he instead wrapped his arms around me to absorb any impact of his body hitting mine. As we both fell to the grass, I surprisingly felt no pain. I fell to my back, and his chest was above mine, his elbows on the ground ensuring my body wasn't crushed by his weight.

A deep, velvet voice awakened me from my shock. "Miss? Miss! Are you okay. I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was running. Miss? Are you in pain?"

The words came at me quickly, but I didn't understand anything he said because at that moment his green eyes met my brown ones and for some unfathomable reason I was lost. As cliché as it may sound he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life.

His hair was a beautiful bronze color, very different from any other color I had seen. It was beautifully disheveled as if he had run his hands through it all day and cared little for its appearance. His body felt lean and sleekly muscled above mine, but his shoulders were so broad they completely shielded my eyes from the sun.

His eyes were wide as they searched for any sign of my discomfort, but I couldn't catch my breath to reassure him that I was fine. Instead, my mind clouded and I let my eyes wander down to his lips, which looked soft and inviting in comparison to his hard and chiseled jaw.

My hands were wrapped around his waist, still clutching his body in a futile effort to avoid hitting the ground. Now that the fear had left my body, an entirely new sensation took its place. I couldn't describe it as anything other than a sort of electricity. My fingers burned to run up and down his muscled back and clutch his body closer to my own.

At that moment, I felt what could only be described as an all consuming lust that couldn't be denied. I felt it strongly. My breathing slowed, my lips parted, and I returned my gaze to his. I craved his touch like I needed air or water. Never did I feel such an overwhelming longing.

His eyes had changed by the time I was able to refocus my mind. The green color was darker, more intense and penetrating. His breathing had slowed as well and I wondered if he could feel the electricity flowing through my body.

I felt his hands flex against my back, bring me infinitesimally closer to him as I again dropped my gaze to his lips. In reaction his head dipped closer to mine.

Unable to control myself or my body's strange reaction to him, I strained to bring my lips closer to his and he appeased me by touching his mouth to mine. The electricity grew nearly unbearable and I gasped in wonder at the completely new and heady sensation.

I gripped his neck while my opposite hand ran through his thick bronze hair. I let my passion loose and kissed him forcefully, silently begging him to relieve the burning ache engulfing my body.

A shudder ran through his chest and he brought my body closer to his, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders and waist.

I opened my mouth against his, seeking more intimate contact. He obliged me and our tongues tangled.

My hands moved down to grasp in his shoulder as his hand slid down my side to wrap around my hip. My body certainly had a mind of its own as I hitched my leg over his own hip and his hand followed the movement to my thigh.

The change in position readjusted our bodies and we fit closer together. His hips slid forward to press more fully between my legs and I couldn't help but release a moan into his mouth. He seemed to enjoy my passionate reaction and gently pushed against my now heated center.

The sensation of his fingers slowly tracing up beneath my skirt only worsened my ache.

To catch my breath I broke away from the kiss and ran my lips against his jaw, breathing in his wonderful scent. I couldn't help but smile as he groaned in reaction. I tightened my hand in his hair. I wanted this man so badly I could think of nothing else. I wanted him more than anything.

In all of my twenty-three years I had never felt this way. I wanted him lodged deep inside me while his lips sucked at my neck. I wanted more of his harsh breathing in my ear. I wanted his hips and shoulders to flex beneath my hands.

I fought against the tightness of my skirt to spread my legs wider and allow him greater access.

"Hey Edward! Are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?"

The deep voice above us jolted me back to reality. I felt as if a bucket of ice cold water just poured over my overheated body.

The man on top of me gave another groan, although its meaning this time was completely different. He rested his forehead against mine and let out a frustrated sigh.

I began to struggle under the man's weight. Noticing my abrupt change of demeanor, he unlocked his arms from around me and stood quickly to reach down for my hand. I grasped it like a lifeline and he pulled me up to my feet.

Wobbling on my heels, I frantically readjusted my skirt, as understanding of what just happened hit me. What had I done?

"Uh… Emmett, I'd like you to meet my friend…" He looked at me beseechingly. He. I didn't even know his name!

I tried valiantly to pull myself together and mask my shock at my own uncharacteristic behavior. Unfortunately I failed. "Um… I'm Bella, ah… Bella Swan."

"Well, Bella, Bella Swan, it is quite a pleasure to meet you." Emmett chuckled and his eyes glinted with delight. "I had no idea Edward was dating someone."

Edward. The Adonis's name was Edward. And he was single.

At least someone was enjoying this, I thought as Emmett laughed heartily. I felt the blood rise to my face and I imagined my cheeks looked like ripe tomatoes. My hair must be a complete mess as well after Edward's hands had managed to loosen my bun from its pins. My hair now fell down across my shoulders in loose waves.

Mortified, I stammered, "I'm so sorry! I… I… I really must go. I'm so sorry." I lifted my pleading eyes to Edward's, begging his forgiveness. I had just thrown myself at a complete stranger. My face must have been bright red and I immediately turned and walked away from them to avoid further embarrassment.

What had come over me?

"Bella! Wait!" I heard Edward behind me, and he grabbed my hand. Again, I felt the electricity in his touch.

I twisted my wrist to break free of him. "Please, I… I'm very late."

His fingers loosened and my hand dropped to my side. I rushed beyond the gates of the park and sat down on a bench hidden by one of the decorative bushes lining the block. I rested my elbows on my knees and my face on my hands.

I just made out with a complete stranger in a public park.

And it was the most erotic moment of my life.

Then, on the pavement in front of me, a pair of worn, grey running shoes came into my vision. Refusing to prolong the inevitable I dragged my gaze up over khaki shorts and a worn black crewneck t-shirt, until finally my gaze locked with piercing green eyes. Wow, I thought, he's tall.

"It was that bad, huh?"

I could help but respond with a giggle to his gorgeous crooked grin. His eyes grew bigger and his smile became more pronounced at my laughter and he crouched down to bring our eyes level.

"No. Not bad exactly. More like mortifying?"

"Mortifying?" He scoffed. "I quite enjoyed myself." Again he flashed me a teasing grin.

His humor lightened my mood immensely. "I just threw myself at you in the middle of a crowded public park! And I didn't even know your name!"

"Hey now! You're not giving me proper credit in all this. If my memory serves me correctly, I believe I was the one who kissed you. So, I'm afraid you can't take credit for it, Ms. Swan."

The absurdity of the situation hit me fully and I let out a carefree laugh. Never would I have imagined a man calling me by such a formal name while his hair was strewn messily around his forehead thanks to the work of my lust induced frenzy.

His smile made my embarrassment disappear.

"Fine." I replied, my eyes dancing. "Let's start over then. I think we need a more proper introduction."

With a sigh, I stretched my hand out toward him. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Bella Swan."

His hand clasped mine and I felt his thumb rub enticingly against my knuckles.

"Edward Cullen. And while it's very nice to meet you Bella Swan, I'm afraid we can't start over."

I grew confused. Did he not want to get to know me?

Then he reached for my other hand and held them between his own. His eyes locked onto mine.

"I'm afraid our first meeting was the most remarkable moment of my life and I wouldn't forget it for the world."

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Innocence Enslaved part 1: Rude Awakening

Innocence Enslaved part 1: Rude Awakening

 Emily woke slowly, her eyelids heavy. She was cold, and the room was brighter than usual. She was uncomfortable,the surface beneath her hard and unyielding... had she fallen out of bed? Still drowsy, she blinked a few times and tried to lift a hand to rub her eyes. That's when she realized she wasn't in her room, and suddenly she was wide awake.

She realized she was face down on some kind of table, her ample breasts squashed painfully against the cold surface, and her hands were strapped to the sides. She could feel something strapped around her head, and taste the rubber ball gag that had been shoved in her mouth. To make matters worse, she was naked. She began to panic, struggling to free her hands.
 "It's no use", spoke a deep, monotone voice from behind her. She struggled to turn her head to see the source of the voice, but could not. "You won't be getting free until we're done"
 She tried in vain to speak around the gag, to bargain, and the voice chuckled. The sweet girl flinched as a hand reached out to brush her long, red hair from her eyes.
 "I can take out the gag if you promise to be good. No screaming, no threats... you can be a good girl, can't you Emily?" asked the voice.
 Emily simply nodded, terrified, and the man walked around to where she could see. He was middle aged, with short dark hair and a hint of grey. He was remarkably unremarkable, but his slick business suit and confident postire gave him an aura of authority that made him even more terrifying. He stood silently in front of her, admiring her pleading look for a second before kneeling in front of her.

He reached out, bruishing her long ginger hair out of her eyes once more then gently running a single finger over her cheek, admiring the soft, pale, freckled skin of her innocent face. He looked into her round green eyes and spoke once more.
 "Remember", he said firmly "Behave or I'll punish you" then reached behind her head and unclipped the gag.
 Emily gasped for breath, gulping to hold back the tears. "Please!" she begged "Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone!"
 The man simply smiled, and the terrified girl continued to plead.
 "Please, just tell me what you want! I'll do anything!"
 Finally he spoke. "I knew you were a good girl, Emily. Now, let me tell you what I want. You see, I find it rare to encounter a girl with that combination of beauty and innocence that you have. Girls lose the virginity earlier and earlier these days, which makes it hard for men like me. What I want, my girl, is to take that innocence of yours."
 Emily feel dead silent for a moment as the words sank in, and then the tears began to flow, and she began to beg. "Please... please don't... Not like this..."
 "Don't worry," he cooed, attempting to sound soothing. "As long as you're a good girl, I'll make sure you enjoy it almost as much as I do."
 She continued to beg, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. He began to trace it downwards, between her shoulder blades, and she began to thrash. He slid the hand under her, cupping her ample breasts, and she begged more. The hand traced down the small of her back, and she sobbed. Then it gently slapped her ass, and she screamed.

 And that's when he changed. Suddenly his face was inches from hers, twisted in anger. "I told you to be a good girl!" he snarled, slapping her across the face, and she began to wail.
 He moved swiftly, pulling out a pistol, and held it to her head, shouting "Shut up!", and she stopped immediately. "Second warning", he growled at her, standing up straight and fumbling with his pants. His erection sprung out, a large, veiny thing prodding her face. Her begging escalated further, and he cocked the gun and pressed it to her temple, his other hand grabbing her hair and twisting her head painfully back "No more warnings. Suck it or I pull the trigger!"
 She fell silent, clenching her eyes shut as she obediently opened her mouth, but the taste alone was was enough. She stick out her tongue, and the bitter taste of his cock filled her mouth. He small mouth stretched wide to accomodate him, and she heard him moaning "Ohhh good girl" as he filled her mouth. He began thrusting, slight movements, only the tip of his penis moving in and out of her mouth, then slid it in further. She gagged as it hit her tonsils, and he stopped. The gun still pressed against her head, she was terrified, and wrapped her lips around the filthy shaft invading her throat.
 "Good girl" he whispered, relaxing slightly, and Emily sobbed with relief. He pulled out, and she started to panic once more as he walked around her abdomen disappeared from sight.

 He stood staring at her pale, shapely ass for a moment, then simply said "Don't complain", and slapped one of her asscheeks with an open hand. He slapped the other, keeping both hands planted firmly on her butt and then spreading her ass cheeks apart. Emily stifled a sob, putting her face down and wincing as she felt his thumbs probing her virgin asshole and heard him murmer "Glad you shave. Almost like you knew what was coming".
 Then she felt a warm trickle, and began to cry softly as he poured something slippery directly onto her previously untouched asshole. She moved slightly, but with her legs tied to the legs of the bench, she could only do so much as she felt his hands gently squeezing her ass cheeks. She felt his thumbs probing at her sphincter as his hands kneaded her soft flesh, and she yelped as he gave her another soft slap. Then his thumbs spread her open, and she felt pressure as his hard cock was pushed up against her virgin anus. She grit her teeth as the pressure built, and then he was in, his hard shaft sliding slowly and painfully into her, the lubrication doing little to dull the pain of her tight ring of flesh gripping him hard. It burned, and tears were now streaming down her cheeks as he slid in, until eventually she felt his thighs against hers. He slid out slowly, the suction pulling her already sore asshole tight, and she couldn't help but let out a low squeel. Then, just as it seemed he was almost out, he pushed in again, and the cycle repeated. He began to pick up the pace, each thrust slightly faster, slightly harder than the last. She could hear him beginning to pant behind her, still squeezing her ass. Each time he pushed in, she could feel his hairy balls slapping against her pussy, the dripping lube combining with this to create a tingling sensation. His thrusts were getting faster and faster, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh abdomen his heavy breathing the only sounds she could hear as her body jerked back and forth on the table. Then he grunted, pulling her close, and she felt his shaft twitching inside her as he came. He slid out of her slowly, and another sob wracked her petite body as she felt his warm fluids in her sore ass.

 "Good girl" he repeated breathlessly. Emily just lay silently, defeated as he walked around to her front, tracing a finger up from her sore ass, along the small of her back and then stroking her hair. He knelt in front of her again, and she averted her eyes in shame. He lifted the gag, and placed it sound her head, the tasteless ball filling her mouth once more.
 "Now I'm going to make you a generous offer, so listen carefully", he said with a smile, and she finally lifted her gaze to meet his once more. "Tonight is going to be a big night for you either way. Some things are not negotiable. You will have sex with many men. They will not use protection. They will not know who you are. No, I will not let you go before the night is complete, but as long as you behave, you can go home at the end of the night. Now, you can make one request about tonight. Don't waste it"
 With that, he reached around behind her head and once again released the ball gag. Tears were beginning to well in her her eyes yet again, and she began to beg "Please... please just let me go-"
 "Wrong answer", he snapped swiftly locking the ball gag into place. She began to thrash in the restraints, screaming as well as she could around the gag. He once again whipped the pistol out and help it to her head, growling "Shut up!"
 Emily simply fell silent, and he smiled. "It's not all bad. Think about this: its happening no matter what. At the end you get to go home, and if you're good, fifty thousand dollars will be deposited in your account. That's a head start on life, and all it costs is a few hours of your time."

I smiled at her, lifting a finger to wipe another tear from her cheek. I was once more amazed at the silky smoothness of her pale, freckled skin and her beautiful, innocent features. I stood once again, walking once more around her as I admired the long red hair, the arch of her back, her tiny waist, and that deliciously well-shaped ass. My cock twitched at the memory of having taken her, but I would have to control myself. I looked over at the wheeled table against the far wall, and sighed.

 Time to get back to work.

 I approached the wheeled table, checking the wheels were unlocked, and began to push it towards the small, frightened beauty in the centre of the room. The poor girl was trying to free her hands from the leather straps, and doing a poor job of hiding it as I moved the wheeled bench to the side of the stationary one to which she was strapped.
 I was running out of time, so to prevent her struggling, I cocked the fake pistol and pressed it to her head once more. Of course I needed her in one piece for what was to come next, but she didn't know that, and I knew fear was a great motivator. So as I unclipped her right arm and leg and rolled her over, I said a few simple words;
 "Be good or die", I said as I pulled gently on her shoulder, and she rolled effortlessly onto her back and onto the wheeled bench. The table ended just behind her shoulders, forcing her to hold her head up manually as I strapped her hands in place. I finished tightening the straps, ignoring her pitiful sobs as I wheeled the bench to its destination;
 Against one of the walls lay solid wooden stocks, blocking the window to the a small, secondary room. It was here that I moved the table, locking my beautiful captive so that her head and hands were securely fastened, kept separate from the main room.

Emily just lay defeated as her hands and head were securely fastened in the smaller room. At least her head was supported now, resting on a padded table, and she could just see her hands in the darkness if she turned her head to the side. The thick block of wood locked around her wrists and neck were not overly tight, but they were tight enough that she had next to no movement, almost as if they were fitted to her. She could move her legs and lower body freely, allowing some measure of comfort, even though her butt was right at the end of the table so her legs were once agsin unsupported. Not being able to see her nakedness was both relaxing and terrifying, but at least nobody was touching her at the moment. Rather than panic, she took this as a time to think.

 Something flickered above her, and she jerked in surprise as six digital screens came to life, all pointed down so she could see them clearly. The picture came into focus and she realized they were connected to cameras in the main room. The central camera must have been connected just on the other side of the stocks from her head, and was almost as if she could simply lift her head to look down at her body. It had a clear view of her firm C-cup breasts, with their round areolae and small nipples, followed by her flat stomach and her gymnasts thighs.
 Two of the other cameras were focused on her from the side, where she could see her naked body strapped to the bench, everything from the shoulders down on display.
 One more camera was focused on her from directly above, showing a birds eye view of her pale, naked young body.
 She took a moment to realize where the fifth was pointed; it must have been on the floor at the foot of the bench - no, it was attsched to the bottom of the bench. It pointed upwards, giving a perverted view of her round ass cheeks from below. She could see her legs dangling idly, and tried to kick at the camera with her foot, but gave up quickly. Between her round butt cheeks she could see her own ass hole, and it burned slightly, causing her to sniffle as she remembered the rape she had endured.
 As she looked expectedly at the blank sixth screen, she was startled by movement in one of the side cameras. Her captor had reappeared, carrying rope and steel poles. Suddenly terrified again, she froze in fear. Was he going to beat her with the poles? Rape her again? Was he going to kill her this time?

 But no, he ignored her. The poles seemed to lock in place on the corners of the table, standing vertically, and she allowed herself to relax, resolving not to cry again. She watched in silence as they were fixed to the corners of the table, then flinched as he grabbed her left ankle. She began kicking frantically, and he simply looked into the camera and pulled out the gun, smiling at her. She stopped instantly, and he chuckled. Now she was angry, fuming as he grabbed her left leg once more and lifted it, strapping her ankle to the pole on the left corner of the table. He repeated this with her right leg, strapping it to the right pole. She was now immobilized, her wrists and head stuck in the stock while her legs were held wide apart by the poles. She could move only her midsection, and the bastard knew it. He climbed up onto the bench, putting his hands beside her waist as she strained against her bindings. She could feel his hot breath on her smooth, soft skin, and she could see from multiple angles. He looked at the camera and smiled right at her, then slowly bent forward, opening his mouth to take her left nipple. She felt a warm wetness as he wrapped his lips around it, and she screamed into the gag as she felt his tongue sliding around her small pink nipple.
 "Good" he said, his voice coming clearly from a speaker nestled between the monitors. "If I didn't know better I'd think that's a quiet little moan."
 He climbed down from her, running a hand up her thigh, and she flinched. She glared at the monitors, fuming as he pulled what appeared to be a phone from his pocket.
 "Now wiggle that ass", he commanded. Emily refused, and he lifted his phone, holding it up to the camera, and pressed a button. An electrical charge raced through the table, passing through a cluster of flat metal studs in the surface of the table, and Emily shrieked in pain as the charge touched her lower back.
 "Now", he repeated. "Wiggle. That. Ass!"
 As he pressed the button, the girl used her legs to lift her backside from the table, and her captor beamed like a proud father. "I knew you were a quick learner!"
 A wave of relief washed over Emily, and the man lunged. He put his hands inside her thighs, his fingers splayed across her soft flesh, and she tried to scream as the hands slid slowly downwards. She thrashed wildly as his fingers slid over her soft labia, teasing her freshly shaven flesh. He crept inward, his fingers teasing the lips of her tiny virgin slit, delighting in the untouched innocence of her soft pink flesh. Emily kept attempting to move, but, held tight by straps and bars, she could barely budge. She watched in horror as her captors beaming smile moved slowly forward, looking directly into the camera as he stuck his tongue out. He kept his hands on her inner thighs, fingers stretched out to splay the lips of her innocent pussy, and she screamed as his hot breath touched her. She recoiled as his wet tongue made contact, teasing her inner lips as he licked her. His tongue slid deeper, wetly teasing her insides as he stretched out his lips and began to play with her clitoris. Enraged, Emily continued to thrash, screaming loudly as he buried his face in her, his tongue delighting as her body began to react to the invading tongue, and her juices began to flow.

 Then he pulled back. A plastic tube emerged from his pocket, and she felt a cold, slimy wetness as he poured it directly onto her vagina, then slid a single finger into her slit, massaging the lubricant into her insides.
 He stood and admired his handiwork, his hands glistening, then walked away. Emily flinched as techno music started playing from a stereo beneath the table, then light streamed into the room as her captor opened the door into the side room. She blinked in surprise as he seemed to look around, then pulled out his phone once more and dialling a number. As soon as someone answered the call, her captor simply spoke two words, saying "She's ready", before he strode from the room, the lock clicking as he closed the door behind her.
 Emily was once again stuck in the darkness, with only the screens to keep her company.

 Unfortunately, she didn't have to wait long. Her captor had simply pulled up a chair and sat next to her for a few minutes, occasionally glancing up from his phone to admire her gorgeous young body.
 Then he stood, pressing a button on his phone. The constant thud of the techno music from the other side of the stocks increased in volume, and her captor walked out of sight of the cameras.

 Emily screamed in rage when he returned. He was leading a group of roughly twenty men, a small crowd. They were cheering and whooping as they looked at the naked body of the young woman strapped to the table. She could feel her throat getting sore, and a small part of her mind reminded her to save her voice, in case she was given a chance to actually use it later. She bit down on the ball gag, struggling to hold back tears as she felt a few stray hands slapping her ass. A finger stroked her small pink slit, and she thrashed in process. Another hand found her chest, squeezing her firm C-cup breasts and pinching her nipples. She glared in hatred at the faceless throng of middle-aged men on the screen.

 The host bent down beneath the bench, emerging with the microphone.
 "Ok boys, give her some space" he commanded, the voice booming through the same speakers as the music, and she actually felt a miniscule pang of gratitude as the men stepped back. She scanned the crowd on the camera, and her eyes stopped, horrified as she recognized a white haired man in a cheap suit - Mr Hartigan, her 9th grade math teacher. He had always been a little creepy, but this...
 "Welcome to all!" Her captor began "Its good to see so many familiar faces, and I'm glad we have attracted some new ones too."
 The men listened intently, and their host continued. "You may be wondering why this weeks entertainment is tied like this. Well, let me tell you something. The internet is a wonderful thing! Just imagine my surprise when I was checking replies to the clubs ads and I saw a message from this little cutie. Never thought I'd be so lucky. You see, this one is a virgin, and she has always dreamed of anonymously losing her virginity to a BDSM gangbang. Think we can help her out?"
 The men all cheered, and Emily began to scream in protest, but between the gag, the stocks, the pumping techno music and the men's own cheering there was no chance of them hearing. She instead began to thrash in her restraints.
 "You're getting her excited, boys!" The host explclaimed. "Now darling, if you're eager, let us know. Wiggle. That. Ass!"
 The shock of the steel studs hit her again, causing her to cry out in pain, and she pulled her body up with her legs once again. All the men saw was her perfect, creamy ass lifting from the table, held there for a second as she tried to escape the electrical currents. They all cheered as one, and the host wasted no time at all, shouting "Which lucky guy will pop this cuties cherry?"
 The men all began shouting over one another, vying to be the one who would defile the beautiful, helpless young virgin before them. The host laughed, and shushed them. "I'm going to scroll through my phone for ten seconds then hit 'call'", the host stated "Whoever gets the call gets the girl."
 Emily watched in horror as the crowd watched in anticipation. Then he pressed a button, and Emily could hear a familiar ringtone break the silence.

 "Looks like a newcomer gets the honor tonight!"
 The man stepped forward, and Emily began to scream once more as her fathers smiling face appeared on the camera. She began to thrash wildly, but all the men could see was her lower body moving. A look of doubt crossed her father's face, and Emily screamed in pain and rage as the electrical charge stung her backside once more, causing her to involuntarily lift her backside towards him. He smiled, and the host said "I think she likes you!" with a laugh. She was completely helpless as her father stood between her spread legs, his hands on her slim waist. He slid them up her body, cupping her breasts, then slid them back downwards, down her flat stomach, around her slim waist and over her wide hips. He lifted his hands and put them under her lovely, firm ass cheeks, squeezing gently. She looked on in horror as her fathers face moved unknowingly towards his own daughters virgin vagina. She recoiled in horror as his teeth grazed her clitoris, wailing in despair as her fathers tongue slid up the length of his little girls little pink slit. She attempted to escape, rattling her bonds, trying her best to beg her daddy to stop, but he responded by pushing his face deeper between her legs. She shook her legs wildly as she felt his warm, wet tongue slide between her virgin folds. His tongue swirled side to side, and she Emily watched in horror as he looked directly into the camera, sucking her pussy lips.

 She heard the voice of the host through the speakers, speaking to her father. "I think she's ready". Her father grinned, and his teeth softly gripped her labia as he stood, pulling it softly.
 Tears streaming down her cheeks, she watched, despairing as her own father loomed between her legs, fumbling with his pants. He looked down on his innocent daughters nude body with a look of pure lust, fumbling with his pants as she looked on in helpless horror. His pants dropped down to his knees, and she gasped in surprise as her fathers enormous cock was revealed, a full eight inches long and as thick as her wrist. He stepped forward, placing his hands on her thighs, and her body was wracked by another sob as she felt his huge cock being pushed against her entrance. He leaned over her, his hands slowly and deliberately exploring her body. He squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, then his touch moved downwards. His hands gripped her waist tightly, and she clenched her eyes as she felt the head of his huge cock pressing harder against her entrance. She heard him moan loudly, his cock head forcing the lips of her tiny pussy apart as he entered her. She screamed as she felt him stretching her, his thick cock seemingly too large as her milky white pussy was forced open. His progress stopped as he reached her still intact hymen, and he spoke.
 "Hope you're ready, cutie", he said as he pushed against her. She screamed in pain as he thrust forward, tearing through her hymen. His thick shaft pushed further into her, stretching her wider than she ever thought possible. Emily let her body take over, attempting to spread her legs wider as a tearing pain shot through her loins. She could feel every inch of his hard shaft as it slid deeper into her, reaching her deepest parts, pain shooting through her as he slowly pushed into her depths. It seemed to take forever, but he finally reached her cervix, sharp pain shooting through her. Every fiber of her being screamed with pain and humiliation, and she screamed helplessly into the ball gag, desperate to beg him to stop, to let him know it was his own daughter he was raping.
 Then, as slowly as he had entered her, he began to pull out. Emily cried a sob of relief, filled with disgust as she felt the tight lips of her vagina gripping her fathers monstrously thick shaft. She looked into the monitors, and was horrified by the look of pure pleasure on his face as his hard cock slowly, painfully slid from her aching cunt. Soon only the tip of his hard dick was still inside her.
 Then the host stepped forward, grinning widely, and said "Now you popped her cherry, time to stop being gentle!"
 Her father simply nodded, and Emily screamed as he gripped her hips tightly and thrust. His thick cock slammed into her, instantly filling her, stretching her pussy painfully as he thrust. She felt his grip tighten, and he pulled out again, thrusting once more. He began to pick up the pace, slamming himself into her harder and harder. His face twisted into an animalistic grin, and Emily could feel her body being jolted back and forth with the force of each powerful thrust. He moved his legs slightly, and her gaze was drawn to the lower screen, looking upwards as his thick organ pounded into her. She could feel his balls slapping against her, see how her innocent young pussy embraced the thick, veiny cock each time he pulled back, see every inch of her fathers huge, thick organ as it pushed into her, still smeared with her virginal blood, slick with her juices and the generous amounts of lubricant that had been smeared around her nether regions.
 A building pressure seemed to mount in her abdomen as he continued to thrust, an indescribable tingling growing amid the pain. He continued to thrust into her, faster and faster, fucking his daughter roughly. By now her tears had dried, and a small moan escaped her lips as the invading organ between her legs rubbed a particularly sensitive part inside her.
 Suddenly he seemed even more determined, his thrusts even harder, the fat cock slamming into her then holding, deep inside her, for a fraction of a second before pulling pack and being forced into her again. He was grunting now, and his hands gripped her tighter. He thrust again, pulling her petite body to meet him. He leaned over her body, no longer pulling out so far, his cock buried deep within his daughter. She felt his hot breath on her naked breasts, and he thrust again. His lips wrapped around her right nipple, teeth grazing her as he thrust again. One hand slid under her buttocks, and he thrust one last time. His teeth gently pinched her nipple as he held, locked inside her. She felt his organ twitch, and a gush of hot wetness filled her as he ejaculated. He collapsed in top of her, still moving his mouth from one nipple to the other as he nibbled them teasingly, and seemed to convulse inside her, another spurt of his hot cum shooting up inside her.
 He straightened, momentarily pulling her nipple with his teeth then releasing it as he stood upright, his hands roaming down her body as inch after inch slid from her. He popped free of her, his huge cock dangling freely as she felt the fluids running down her buttocks. A wave of nausea hit her as she watched the pale cum dripping down from her pussy and spatter on the camera below.

 He moved away, glistening with sweat as the other men cheered loudly. The host stepped forward, microphone raised, and shouted "Who's next?!"
 The men all cheered, eager to be chosen.

 It was going to be a long night.

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In December, we buy our first home just a few weeks after the wedding. It has four bedrooms, three baths, a spacious kitchen and an infinity pool. The home’s open floor plan included three floors, a master suite with both a living room and lounge. After dinner one evening where I wore an insertable vibrator, I take your hand and lead you to the guest room.

“Are you ready?” You say as you set the to go container of cake down on the dresser.

“Oh yes.” I lay down, kicking my heels off at the foot of the bed.

I watch you as you take a light finger of frosting and bring it to my lips. I let my tongue peek out from my teeth and have a taste. It’s divine, heavenly rich and deep in flavor.

“Mmm” I moan.

“That good baby?” We lay down on the bed together as you begin to strip off my clothes. Your gentle hands caress my skin, ever so often taking frosting to my lips.

“Thank you Daddy.” I whisper.

“You’re welcome Princess.” You say as your mischievous grin flashes back. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn for a taste.”

I watch as your hands travel down my nearly naked body. I wrap my arms around your neck and we kiss passionately.

“Baby you’re mine.” You growl.

“Yes Daddy.” I blush. I feel your fingers now at my waist, pulling my panties down revealing the vibrating toy still inside my pussy.

“Shall we play?” You ask and I nodd. I watch as you reach into your pocket and pull out the remote activating the toy. I shiver with the vibrations.

“Come for me sweetheart. You have permission to squirt all over this bed.” Your fingers comb through my hair as you kiss me again.

“Daddy fuck…” I whimper.

“That’s it baby.” I watch as you take frosting from the cake and drag it across my breasts. You suck the frosting gently from each nipple as my body arches up to meet you, unable to feel you close enough. Then you take more from the cake and spread it down my waist. You lick my body lovingly, removing each line of frosting from my skin. Vibrations roar from my body as you continue to tongue and teeth at my breasts.

“Daddy please fuck me.” I beg.

“Not yet baby.” you tease.

“Daddy please!” I cry out.

“Not yet princess.” You say sternly.

Your mouth moves down my body to the space between my navel and pussy. More frosting coats my bizimkent escort skin as your lips move down to my clit. You lick and suck, teasing and taunting as I inch closer to orgasm with your mouth and the toy. Too soon, My orgasm rolls through my body in waves. I feel my muscles tighten, squeezing my pelvic floor as I soak the bed with my come.

“Daddy!” I cry out. Embarrassed and overwhelmed with sensation.

“Good girl.” you praise, removing the toy, slipping your cock inside me and making no notice of my released wetness.

Your cock pulses inside me, you shower me with kisses as I moan into your ear.

“You’re such a good girl Elena. Daddy is so happy knowing you are mine.” I can’t see your smile, but I know it’s there. “Daddy’s turn to come now.”

You growl once again in my ear. I feel your possessive take over. You pin me down, taking each wrist in one of your hands. Your body slams into mine with a hardness, moving fast without regard for gentleness – you’re crazed with lust.

“Daddy I love you so much.” I whisper.

“Daddy loves you too baby.” You kiss me. “And he’s about to come for the second time today thinking of you.”

“Oh Daddy please!”

You release yourself inside me and we lay there quietly together for a moment

“Now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” You whisper. You rise from the bed and I can hear water running in the bath down the hall. You then guide me to the tub overflowing with bubbles. We get in together and you wash me from head to toe, soaping up my hair, neck, back, legs and feet.

“Daddy will you tuck me in?” I ask meekly when you dry me off.

“Of course sweetheart.” You kiss the top of my head.

Once in bed, you tell me you’re heading to the garage to carry in the bag from our shopping trip earlier in the day. I fall asleep before you return.

We wake the next morning to enjoy a beautiful breakfast of french toast and fruit with americanos made from our newly purchased espresso machine. We make out like teenagers, watching old black and white movies for hours before waking up and I begin cleaning the house while you work in the office, taking extra care with the guest room sheet remembering last night’s incredible rendezvous. The cake was mistakenly left out and I put it in the fridge bostancı escort with a smile.

“Daddy?” I ask, calling across the house.

“Yes angel?”

“Can we put up the decorations? Put up the tree?” I smile.

“Absolutely we can. Hold on baby.” You kiss me gently and whisper to me “I think you have a surprise for me too.” You wink handing me the bag from the lingerie shop we visited yesterday.

“Oh Daddy I can’t wait to show you.” I take the bag back into the bedroom and try on the white set first. It’s silvery accents lay deliciously against my olive skin tone. I select a pair of strappy silver heels to complete the look. I walk to see you in front of the tree.

“Ta Da!” I smile brightly.

“Oh baby you look incredible. Like an angel for sure.” You kiss me deeply and spin me around to get a full view.

“You like Daddy?” I ask excitedly.

“Oh yes!” You grin.

“There’s more Daddy.” I say returning to the bedroom for the green set this time with black trimming. Your grin widens as I come into the light of the living room.

“Oh Elena you look amazing!” You exclaim as I model the emerald bra and panties with a garter belt and knee-high black boots.

“Do you like this better?” I muse, raising an eyebrow.

“I love those boots. I want you in those and nothing else.” You grab my hips with conviction.

“Daddy there’s still one more outfit I want you to see.”

“One more? Good. Because I need you now.” Your hand guides me to your hard cock.

I go back into the bedroom for my final outfit – a candy red corset and G-string. I keep the boots on because you like them so much.

“Sweetheart you’re going to give Daddy a heart attack!” Your hands pull me into your body.

“How do you feel about this one Daddy?” I ask even though I already know the answer.

“Baby I love it.”

“The tree looks lovely Daddy.” I say admiring the glow of the Douglas Fir.

“So do you. Mmm…” You lick your lips hungrily. “Come now baby.”

You lead me up to the bedroom and kiss my skin, keeping on the lingerie set and boots. If last night you were in a primal craze, now you were tender and soft.

“You are so beautiful.” You whisper. We make quiet love as I softly pant into your neck as you thrust inside büyükçekmece escort me.

“I love you Daddy.” I say holding your face in my hands.

“I love you too princess.” You kiss me again as we both finish together in a heap.

“I’ll be downstairs sweetheart.” You say as I step into the bathroom. I pull a brush through my hair. What I notice is that it’s next to a box of tampons I haven’t opened yet. It occurs to me I haven’t opened the box in what must be months.

Can it be? I think. Can it?

I reach for my phone and scroll through my calendar. Nothing… Oh!

I quickly get dressed in jeans and a white turtleneck sweater. I grab my bag and take the Lexus to the drug store in town. I’m in there for one thing only, but something else catches my eye and return home before you hopefully suspect anything.

“Baby?” I hear your voice down the hall as I slip back into the house. “Everything alright?”

“Yes!” I say a little too loud and you raise a curious eyebrow at me.

“Ok… well hurry so we can decorate the tree together.”

“Of course Daddy” I smile, hiding my bag behind my back.

I return to the bathroom and try not to cry with the nerves. I wait, and I look at it all too hopeful. I can’t believe it. I cry, big sobs falling down my cheeks.

“Elena?” I hear the knock at the bathroom door.

“I’ll be out in a moment.” My voice cracks, giving myself away.

“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing I’m fine.” I reach for the door and open it. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sick?” You ask me, visibly concerned. I shake my head and I give you what’s in my hand – an ornament reading Baby’s First Christmas.

“Oh Elena…” Your arms wrap around me tightly. “Are you sure?” I show you my other hand – a positive pregnancy test

“You’re not upset?” I ask as you kiss me.

“Upset? I couldn’t be happier.” You pick me up and spin me around with the biggest smile on your face.

“Oh Daddy! I’m so happy! We kiss once again. “Let’s put the first ornament on the tree.” We walk together and place the ornament on the tree. We follow with sparkly bulbs and golden lights. I feel your arms around me, caressing my stomach.

“Hello little one.” You kiss my neck softly. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

I turn on Christmas music and we decorate the house together. Before we know it, the whole house is beautifully festive with garland, lights and poinsettias. When the house is complete, we find one another in the hall and dance arm and arm.

“We’re going to be the perfect family.” I smile.

“Yes Elena we are.” You smile


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A moment later, she turned and hurried over to the counter. "Oh, shit!" she whispered softly and downed half of her wine. Her mind was having a field day with all the thoughts about Paul, sex, and her job all in one big tangled mess.

Her brain was settling down a little and she moaned softly as the realization that he had seen her sunk in completely. He had been thirty feet away and there was the glass, one part of her mind supplied. But... but... but... another part sputtered. Cherrie groaned again as she refilled her glass.

With a long deep breath, she turned and leaned on the counter, the wine glass held up near her breasts. She shifted her hips and felt the slipperiness in her sex. Her free hand went to her belly and slowly slid down to the top of her mound. It stopped there, her fingers curling, her nails making her shiver as they tickled the smooth hairless skin under the thin material of the skirt.

She glanced at the wine glass and turned quickly to set it on the counter. "That is not helping my head any at all," she whispered as the sound of the lawnmower crossed behind her apartment again. It sounded louder than normal. Her eyes went to the back door. It was standing partially open. She groaned softly as she took a step in that direction.

"No, no, no," she whispered but she took another step.

As she took a third step the lawnmower shut off. She hurried to the door and looked out. Neither Paul nor the lawnmower was in sight. The thought that he might be coming to her door had flashed across her mind. Now she wasn't sure if she was glad that he wasn't or disappointed.

She opened the door and stepped out onto the patio. She slowly moved toward the steps as her eyes scanned the edge of the bedroom wall. She reached the steps and still hadn't seen the mower or Paul.

With a sigh, she stepped down to the second step and sat down on the third, leaning back against the edge of the patio. Short stucco walls at an angle were on both sides of the steps severing as handrails. She tried to pull the short skirt down over her knees but it barely reached. She held it there, her knees and feet tightly together.

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The sun was a little above the back fence and warm-- growing toward hot. It was taking a little time for her body to warm up from being in the air conditioning of her apartment. Cherrie moved her feet outward using her toes and then her heels. Her thighs opened wider and wider. Her hands were on her knees.

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She bounced one foot and then the other with nervous energy.

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