He gave her a sharp pinch for that which made her bite back any more protests. Sliding his hands under her thighs, he lifted her hips up to his mouth, keeping only her elbows in contact with the ground.
She moaned as he put his hot mouth on her still spasming pussy, began to work her, sucking her clit, eating her out with lashing tongue, sucking lips, nipping teeth.
She came with a gush of fluids that he lapped and suckled like mother’s milk, making noises of hunger and approval as she screamed, echoing out across the mountains. When she was shuddering through the last spasms, he put her back on all fours and plunged into her once more, letting her feel that fullness, that possessive branding, the aftershocks exploding into another orgasm.
As he wound down, he fell over her body, hands planted into the mud on either side of hers, cock still buried deep, pelvis flush against her backside, knees on either side of her bound thighs.
“You’re a treasure, lass,” he muttered. “An absolute fucking treasure. Anyone makes you feel different, me and Evan will take his fucking heid.”
Amazing words. A powerful experience that woke her several times during her early morning sleep, shivering with the need for their hands on her again. Her punishment after dinner, sitting in that chair, seeing Niall’s gaze course over her naked body, lingering on her exposed cunt, had left her feverish. Especially when Evan released her two hours later, only to order her to go to bed without further relief. They really had unleashed something in her, a need to touch and be touched that seemed to be growing, sweeping over her in heavier waves, until she put her hand between her legs and held it there as she slept, a pressure that couldn’t replace them, but comforted and soothed . . . somewhat. It was never-ending, this feeling of being wanted . . . desired . . . cared for.
She’d had such a malady before, in the days before she was assigned to Stephen. A girl’s romantic imaginings, wanting to be everything to her Master. After he’d taken her virginity, then ordered her to assume her household duties, she learned the most critical InhServ lesson. She’d imagined herself becoming the center of his universe, a reward for her making him the center of hers. She was not a girl in love, however, able to moon about, wanting to be touched and loved. He was the center of her universe always, while she was merely a star that shone for his benefit.
For a month, she’d punished herself daily with a steel-tipped cat for the unforgivable emotional faux pas. Just as it had kept the monks’ minds away from temptation during medieval times, the bite of the whip served a useful purpose. It tore the flesh from her back in the morning, but she was healed by the time her Master rose at dusk. Nothing unsightly about her appearance to inconvenience him, and her emotions were channeled only to his needs.
She understood her human reaction to certain stimuli. Such emotions couldn’t be prevented, but an InhServ learned to suppress them so they didn’t interfere with one’s responsibilities. However, instead of suppressing them, Evan wanted her to feel such things. Was it possible she could channel the energy into service, and still obey the InhServ code?
She had an immediate chance to test it. As she lay there with her hand between her thighs, Niall came into their bedroom and kissed her even more awake, until she was clinging to his neck and he was holding her hard against his body.
“No time for that, muirnín,” he muttered against her mouth. “Much as I hate to say it. We have to travel today. Time to pack.”
Anticipation is part of the pleasure. Evan’s voice stroked her. While we travel, you’ll put your hand between your legs again, Alanna. You will pleasure yourself for us. Well, for me. Niall will be driving, and we wouldn’t want to encourage unsafe driving practices.
“Bastard,” Niall snorted, but his mouth was busy across her cheekbone, the corner of her mouth.
Evan’s mind-voice changed, became more intent. I want to see her get lost in it.
She was lost in it now. Niall groaned against her lips as she deepened the kiss, using her tongue to tease as she slid a leg up over his hip, pressing herself against his groin.
“Needy wee thing,” he muttered. “Fuck. Evan . . .”
Alanna. The sharpness in her Master’s voice recalled