Frozen. Morgan Q O'Reilly

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      Spluttering protests began to come from her again and he leaned over to kiss her deeply. Damn but she tasted, and kissed, wonderful. He felt each kiss right down to his throbbing shaft. Rubbing against the silk covering her sweet body only made him ache more. Maybe he would take her fast this first time. But first, he needed to know…

      She wiggled against him when he touched her. Wet, she’d soaked the silk between her legs with her sweet-scented potion. The bucking of her hips became more pronounced as he lingered, stroking her, feeling every contour though the thin fabric. Without much effort he found the point where the seams came together. He was able to work a finger through, breaking the threads holding the pieces together.

      Tongue sparring with tongue, he worked his finger through the seam, ripping the material when the thread held tight. Frustrated at the slow progress, he pushed back up to his knees, grabbed the edges and pulled. Her squeal of dismay nearly drowned out the sound of the ripping fabric.

      Unable to keep from looking he had to know… ah, she was nearly as dark there as the rest of her body.

      “Sun in the nude often?” he asked.

      “Every chance I get.”

      Smooth. He reached out a tentative finger to touch her hairless folds. “Is this natural?”

      “Waxed. Yesterday.” She gasped as his fingers danced over her soft skin.

      “I’ve heard of the technique. I think I like it.” He bent and kissed where his fingers touched, his tongue lightly teasing and tasting. “Mmmm, I think I like it very much.” Moaning and writhing indicated she agreed with him.

      Still the big question… “Dare I ask? Are you…?”

      “My maidenhead is intact,” she whimpered as his finger slid into her. “Go gently. Only my physician has ever touched me there.”

      Heeding her plea, he worked his finger in slowly. “Tight. You are so very tight… ah, there it is. So you are a maiden still.” But how innocent?

      Fascinated by her smooth skin, he stroked her, watching the moisture seep from her. He used one finger to fondle her sacred passage, a thumb on the tiny bud of flesh nestled coyly at the apex of her thighs.

      “So slick and wet, my love.”

      Her moan made him smile. Easing his thumb off her clit, he watched as she tried to follow, thrusting her hips toward him.

      “Ah, so she knows what she likes. What else does she like?”

      “What do you mean?”

      “I know the boundaries of my purity, but what of yours? How has your body been used by others, my princess? Has the Lidarian lusting after you tasted your sweetness?”

      “I… I don’t know what you mean. I don’t like your implication.”

      “There are other ways to fuck, Princess.”

      “I didn’t give you leave to use crude language with me!”

      He couldn’t help the laugh. “Nory, my pet, you’ve completely missed the point here. You may be a princess to the people, The Crown Princess, but to me, you are my wife. My mate. That makes me your husband. Your Master.”

      He watched her eyes fly open wide. “Yes, that’s right, Noreen. The Nordian marriage ceremony still requires you to swear obedience to me. Man and wife. In our household, I own you. Body and soul, my love.”

      The shaking of her body as the words sunk in was nearly laughable until he remembered the king’s words. She didn’t know any better and was merely responding to how she’d been raised. Since she was her father’s precious treasure, everyone had catered to her from the moment she’d been conceived. Even during her travels, she’d had others to look out for her and do her bidding. She’d probably never seen the seedier side of the planets she traveled to. This woman was an unbroken thoroughbred mare who needed the benevolent hand of a Master to tame her. The books the king had given him those many years ago came back to him. Lessons he’d learned and practiced with the palace maids. How would she feel about the small stable of slaves he kept at the country estate? Each one a curvaceous morsel devoted to his pleasure. Did it matter?

      “Mate, that means equal in the marriage,” she spat back at him. “I’m no man’s toy.”

      His grin made her shrink into the soft pillows under her, despite the fire of defiance in her eyes. The growl from low in her throat as she pulled against the fur-lined leather cuffs holding her was damn cute.

      Grasping the fabric of her bottoms, he tugged on the two halves and separated the center seam completely from front to back, fully exposing her dazzling treasure, only the stretchy waistband holding the garment together around her middle.

      “Very beautiful pussy, my wife. But I have to wonder how many other men have seen it? Touched it? How discriminating have you been? Obviously you saved your fitte for me, and I do thank you for that, but how about your rompe? Or your mouth?”

      Struggling against her restraints caused her breasts to jiggle enticingly beneath her silk top. Ah yes, her very beautifully shaped breasts. He wanted to see those in the flesh. Were they brown too? So easy to push her top up and over those luscious mounds.

      “Ah, so you do sun in the nude. I’m not sure I like this dark brown skin. We’ll see over time, won’t we?”

      “Argh!” Her indignation could find no words and he smiled as he bent down to kiss first one tight nipple and then the other.

      “Very nice. No artificial body shaping, just cosmetic surface changes. Good choice.” He drew one nipple into his mouth, his hand grasping the other breast and massaging.

      His stomach resting against the sweet damp cleft between her legs, he took his time suckling and laving attention to her very sensitive nipples. Dusky pink, it was hard to tell by color the defining line between her soft skin and the puckered sweetness of her nipple. In the low light, he took his time looking at her from all angles. The symmetry of her was perfect. Each curve, swell and line of her body was as if it’d been drawn by a master artist.

      Good idea. He’d commission a painting of her at the first opportunity. A nude for their bedroom. Possibly one for his office. No doubt an official portrait would be commissioned for their wedding as demanded by tradition.

      “What are you thinking?” she asked him.

      He used his tongue to draw a wet line up her body, stopping only to circle her breasts one by one before traveling up her long slender throat to her mouth. Her breath came in pants by the time he claimed her mouth, his aching cock nestled against the liquid heat weeping from her.

      One hand twined in her hair, the other traveled down her body stroking, touching, pinching and tweaking as he moved downward, each inch bringing him closer to his desire. Better to get to it and claim her. There was plenty of time for talking and training after. They had a marriage to consummate at the moment.

      His hand skimmed the smooth skin of her flat stomach. Not hard, just softly, beautifully feminine. Used to seeking soft curls, his fingers were surprised to slide so easily into her slick heat, brushing over her hard little clitty. She liked that. Stopping to tease and learn СКАЧАТЬ