Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
My heart raced, and I couldn’t help letting out a little whimper, because I knew somehow that what the baron had in his lap, the thing I realized at that moment he held in his left hand, stroking up and down its length… I knew that it would answer my questions. Suddenly I no longer wanted the mystery solved. I felt as if the change it would bring about in me represented too great a transformation, from Kamnian teenager to bonded pleasure girl.
But his lordship used his grip on the back of my head to force me to bend my neck. I wanted to close my eyes. I told myself that I wanted to close my eyes—I demanded of my eyelids that they shut out the sight, though I felt certain my master would punish me again for that defiance.
My eyes refused to close. I saw the thing the baron had decided I should see, the long, hard shaft he pumped gently in his left fist. How it rose from the place out of which the wicked scent, the lewd fragrance of my master’s private places, emanated. How it had a fluted sort of head, a little opening that let out a drop of clear liquid his lordship’s fingers spread up and down the rigid length of the thing, where I saw veins that seemed to pulse with my master’s heartbeat.
I let out a little whining cry, through my nose because I had shut my lips very tightly. With a rush of hot blood all through my body, I had understood. I felt as if I had understood everything—though the distant, rational voice in my head said that of course I couldn’t really… that my knowledge must still have some gaps.
I knew what the bed thing had to be, what husbands and wives did alone. I knew it must be the same thing as fucking. I knew why Kamnian girls never got to see what men looked like naked. My anxiety at the sight of the thing in my master’s hand, together with the look on his face as he told me to lower my eyes, made it clear how enjoyable a Vionian found it to introduce his concubine to the frightening member between his thighs. My innocence had represented an important part of my value, a selling point for which the baron had paid handsomely.
“This is my cock, Wetquim,” he told me. “Tonight you will learn to please me with your body, as my cock enters your pretty mouth, your virgin cunny, and your tight little bottom. I am going to deflower you and fuck you all night long, as your loveliness and your spirit both demand.”
I had indeed understood, when I got my first glimpse of my master’s manhood, in the scant moments before his words had confirmed the realization. But those words seemed nevertheless to have a revelatory power of their own. His lordship confirmed, slowly and clearly, in his own impossibly deep voice, that he intended to do it to me—the thing that the presence of his cock there in front of me so strongly implied a master did to his concubine.
Fucking. For an instant it had seemed hypothetical, as I took in the sight of the rigid shaft, watched him stroke it. His words, though, sent an electric shock through my body, and I started to struggle again. How could I want that? How could I submit to that? How could I let my master fuck me?
CHAPTER 22
Baron Gravamir
Chalondra’s sudden resistance took me rather by surprise. I had felt certain her spanking had brought her to the point where most concubines would begin to accept their erotic needs and submit, despite their very welcome blushes. Confronted by my rock-hard penis, though, the lovely girl closed her eyes and began to shake her head, twisting her shoulders at the same time as if to free herself from her mistress’ grip upon her wrists.
I had always prided myself in tempering my dominance with a certain amount of tenderness, when enjoying the pleasure girls provided to me by friends for a night or two. Now, having taken the step of purchasing my own concubine, I felt all the more strongly the importance of showing a reasonable forbearance, and even kindness, as I trained the girl to my cock.
I wished to initiate Chalondra to her sexual service in a way that reflected my compassion. I wanted, insofar as I could, to help her understand how her sexual submission, as degrading as it would seem at first, would lead to a life of happiness in my palace—or wherever the fate of the empire would take us. From the moment I had watched her face and felt her quim respond to the news that I would dress her in tiny, pretty, lacy panties, I had known that Chalondra would accompany me to the other side of the galaxy, if I ended up there.