Going

Lena grinned and nipped at Kras’s earlobe, slowly extricating herself from his lap, tucking the letters back into the trunk and standing between his knees.  She draped her arms around his neck, knowing that her bare breasts hung right before his face as she kissed his forehead reverently.  Her hands massaged their way down along his arms and she grabbed his hands, sliding one behind her and placing it squarely on her bare ass.  The other, she tugged down, pressing his fingers between her legs, letting him feel how wet she was already.  Her legs automatically spread for him while she eagerly pushed his fingers against herself.  Letting out a breathy moan, she rocked her hips forward, looking down at him sitting on the bed, holding her between his hands.  She smiled and lowered her forehead to his, spreading her knees wider, pushing out against his thighs to steady herself.  His fingers started moving against her and she groaned, “We can get breakfast later, no?”

 Lena squealed and smiled lazily as he picked her up rather effortlessly and laid her back on the bed, happy to reclaim it as theirs.  She purred up at him as his fingers worked, arching her back and eagerly lifting her hips to her shaman.  She loved the feel of his weight on her, pushing her into the bed, holding her still, and she moaned when he slid down along her body, kissing the insides of her thighs as he spread them further apart.  Her shaman was always so good to her, she thought, as his tongue danced along her clit, holding her hips still as she trembled.  One hand gripped the blankets tightly in a fist as the other snuck up and massaged her breast, kneading it roughly and pulling at the nipple.  Her head rolled back as his tongue pushed inside her briefly, then moaned when he went back to biting gently at her clit.

It had been so long since she felt him.  All other thoughts of those pursuing her affections fell away as he continued playing with her.  As his teeth closed gently around her clit again, he suddenly pushed two of his large fingers inside her and she yelped, nearly sitting up, panting as she held herself back.  She knew he’d never let her cum like that.  She had to wait.  She had to beg permission.  And even then, it was only when he wanted it.  He would keep pushing, though.  And he did.  His fingers pushed deeper inside her, curling against her as she tightened around them.  She felt him grinning against her thighs as he kissed them, then rested his chin on lower belly and watched her.  She lifted her head slightly and gazed at him, whimpering softly.  Yes, Master.  She is yours.

Lena grabbed for his shoulders, eagerly pulling him down on top of her again, lifting her hips to meet him.  She groaned into his shoulder as his cock sunk deep into her, then lifted her arms above her head and smiled wickedly up at him.  Her fingers brushed the chains kept discreetly along the headboard.  She had installed them herself, after much cursing at the wood bedframe and wondering if it would actually hold up to their marathon sessions.  She nearly purred as she tightened around him, remembering his eyes light up when he found the cuffs attached to the ends of the chains.

He reached up and instead wrapped his large hands around her wrists and held her there.  She grinned and squirmed in his grasp, testing his grip and pushing her hips tighter against him, nipping at his tendrils.  He pushed back against her with a satisfied grunt, resting his full weight on her.

She smiled innocently while her hips rocked against him, wide eyes staring into his, “Belongs to Master…”

Lena groaned and felt her body tighten as his gruff command rumbled in her ear.  She could only come for him, and only when he commanded.  He owned her, controlled her orgasms, took great pleasure in making her squirm only to leave her breathless and whining.  But today, he needed her, needed to feel her enjoying him.

He had been gone so long this time.  She whimpered and looked up at her Master with wide eyes, squirming under him.  She lifted her knees and pushed her hips up to meet him.  When his hands tightened around her wrists she let go, her cunt spasming around his cock and burying her head in his shoulder as she let out a loud groan.  ”Only…” she panted, “Only comes for Master…”

Lena nipped at his neck as he came inside her, purring and smiling wickedly up at him.  She loved how he felt inside her, the way his body gave in to hers.  She rocked her hips up against him gently, flexing around him, and listened to him groan.

As they both relaxed, she rubbed her cheek against his chest and he kissed her.  She yawned languidly and stretched under him, suddenly drowsy again.  She was safe in his arms, his weight keeping her secure under him, in their bed, in their home.  She wriggled her wrists from his hands and wrapped her arms around him, tugging at the long ponytail of dark hair trailing along his back.  Rolling out from under him and laying on her side next to him, she draped a leg over his.  ”Must we get up today, Master?” She pouted playfully and wiggled close, pressing herself against him and tugging a blanket up over them.  His large hand came to rest on her waist and he laughed softly, “Well, we do have to get this house in order, Lena.”

Her pout grew deeper, and she tipped her head as he quirked an eyebrow as if he had an idea.  He traced a finger up along her figure and tugged at her collar gently before kissing her forehead and glancing furtively at the window.  Looking back at her with an evil sparkle in his eye, he grinned, “And maybe I should watch you do it… naked.”

Lena blushed and ducked her head shyly at the memory.  Her Master had her completely under his thumb, and she loved every moment of it, even when it was risky.  She knew he wouldn’t put her in harm’s way, or risk her modesty or position with the order or the larger community.  That’s what allowed her to take those risks with him.   She smiled and rubbed her forehead along his chest, her hands wandering along his scarred blue skin.  They were so small against his broad chest, she thought, as she watched her fingers.  He chuckled again at her reaction and wrapped his arms tight around her, gathering her up in one of those smothering bear hugs that she loved.

She glanced back at the windows and pouted slightly, “But, Master… I haven’t even gotten the curtains up.  Surely, you don’t want to share a naked pet with the rest of the city.”

Kras smiled into her hair and lifted her chin for a kiss.  ”Of course not,” he rumbled possessively, a thick finger tracing a line down her body.  He gripped her bottom and pulled her hips closer, rocking against her teasingly, “So let’s do that first.  That’s what you can wear the apron for.”

Lena smirked and crawled out of the bed when he let her go, digging for a robe and fingering the curtains she had left by the dresser.  He watched, stretched out on the bed, lifting his hands behind his head with a teasing grin.  He had already drilled the holes and put up the curtain rod, so she climbed up onto the trunk and fussed over perfectly draping the fabric, her robe hanging open a bit.

“Good.  Now lose the robe,” he said sternly when she stepped down.  He loved making her blush, he thought, as she slid the silk from her shoulders and revealed the blue flush in her skin.  He let out a pleased, silent sigh at the sight of his pet.  ”Have you unpacked all the clothes and upstairs things?”  His voice took on a commanding tone, and she melded seamlessly into his obedient pet.  He smiled to himself and sat up against the headboard, watching her.  Lena shook her head slightly, eyes on the foot of the bed, hooking her fingers together in front of her body, anxious to cover herself, but more anxious to please him.  ”Go get a box and unpack it for me, pet.”  She scurried from the bedroom and returned, dragging a large bin along the floor.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he commanded her to her knees, smirking as she dropped like a shot, her thighs spread, wrists resting inside up on them, the customary position for when he asked her to present.  He stood and nudged the bin out of the way, coaxing her thighs even further apart and stroked her hair.  She made a soft purring sound and rubbed her head against his hand ever so slightly, but he suddenly gripped her hair and pulled her head back, gazing down into her surprised face.  ”None of that, pet.  We have things to do today.”  She nodded slightly, then her forehead crinkled as his grip tightened on her hair.  He leaned down, pressing his lips against her forehead and murmured, “I say, you do.  That’s how this works today.”  He waited for her nod, but gave a pleased smile when she didn’t react.  Repressing the natural urge to react to stimuli and general social contracts like nodding, smiling, and speaking, was something they had been working on for a long time.  It was often frustrating for her, but he was always so proud when she remembered.He sat back down on the bed, leaning back on the headboard.  Piece by piece, he had her pull out objects from bin after box after bag and present them to him, then directing her every move and each item’s location in their home.  After a couple of hours, she was flushed and clearly tiring from the constant up and down, scampering to put away every single belonging, one thing at a time.  He patted the bed beside him, calling to her to climb up next to him and present.  She scrambled up onto the mattress and knelt beside him, knees spread, the backs of her hands resting on her thighs.  Her head was down and she was clearly trying to focus on her breathing.  His eyes were locked on her breasts and he reached out his hand, resting his palm on her belly, smiling wickedly at her.  ”Such a good pet I have,” he said, and slid the hand down between her legs.  She visibly relaxed, but made no reaction.  He pressed his fingers against her, just barely pushing inside, feeling her tremble slightly.  ”Look at me, pet,” he commanded.  She had a habit of avoiding his eyes, which in many cases was appropriate.  But today, he wanted to see her.  She lifted her eyes slightly and peered at him timidly as his fingers teased her.

“I wonder what we should do next…”

Lena waited patiently, keeping her eyes on his and staying quiet, acutely aware of his hands on her and trying not to squirm.  She dared not move until he asked her to.  Suddenly, his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her bodily into his lap where he cradled her close and kissed along her neck.

Kras loved holding her in his lap like this, his beautiful little pet curled up against his chest, letting herself relax into him and giving him permission to have power over her.  She was strong on the battlefield and in front of the order, purposeful in her studies, dedicated to the causes of the Alliance, but here in his lap, she let herself be helpless, letting him be fiercely protective, showing him what she couldn’t show anyone else.  They were off duty for a few days, at least, and he had plans.

He nuzzled her hair and gave her a squeeze.  ”My sweet little pet,” he breathed in her ear and felt her shiver.  His hand was kneading along her thighs and he smiled faintly.  He shifted again, laying her on the bed on her stomach.  She was relaxed enough to let him do what he wished with her body with minimal resistance.  She looked up at him questioningly as he got up and opened his trunk again, looking for something.  ”Put your head down, pet,” he rumbled sternly.  Her head hit the pillow and he smiled while he pulled something from a hidden compartment in the trunk and laid it on the bed beside her.  He was slow, deliberate.  He had plans.

As he stepped back to her side, his fingers trailed lightly along her skin, from her ankles to her shoulders.  He spread her legs as he moved purposefully, spending a few extra beats cupping and kneading her ass.  He massaged along her spine, ending at the base of her skull, carefully kneading and watching her eyes droop as she let down more of her defenses.  Under his fingers, he felt any remaining tension drain from her body, and he leaned down, kissing her cheek and tucking her hair behind her ear.  He had plans.

He reached across her body and picked up what he retrieved from the trunk.  Pointed, but not overly sharp, metal claws, one for each finger.  Once in place, he lightly walked his new claws along her spine, watching her face as she tried to figure out what it was.  His free hand slid down along her ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze before nudging her thighs apart even more, teasing along her slit.  The claws increased their pressure, but so did his hand between her legs, finding her clit and gently pressing against it.  He smirked as he heard her breathing quicken, body tensing slightly as she tried to stay in control.  He knew she wanted so badly to grind against his fingers, but he had plans.

Kras lifted his clawed hand and traced his pointer along her cheek very lightly, letting her feel the metal, warmed already by her body.  The same finger began to trail along her back, leaving light welts in its wake.  The fingers at her clit circled gently, then slid back and pressed into her cunt, ever so slightly.  He watched her face, her lips parting and letting out a silent gasp.  He added another claw and increased the pressure on her back, fingers pushing inside at an agonizingly slow pace.  He took a deep breath and calmed himself, lest he get too excited by his pet’s internal struggle.  She was so wet, and trying to pull his fingers deeper inside.  She groaned softly, but he heard it, pulling his hand away from her cunt and giving her ass a swift slap, dragging one claw, digging deep, against her back between her shoulder blades, an angry welt rising and a few tiny drops of blood appearing.  She whimpered and squirmed for a moment, eyes squeezed shut.

He leaned down to her face and whispered, “Who does this body belong to, pet?”

Her face crumpled and she opened her eyes slightly and whispered back, “Master.”

“And who gets to do whatever he wants to this body, pet?”

“Master…”

“And who decides when pet gets to play?”

“Master…”

He gave her ass another slap and stood back up, giving her a moment to compose herself.  Frowning at the welt he had created, he smeared the blood with the claws, then almost as an afterthought, brought them to his lips and licked her blood from them, smiling to himself as he tasted her.

He had plans.

Lena lay still on the bed, wanting so badly to grind her hips against his hand to rub her clit.  To stop herself from whimpering out loud, she buried her face under the pillows, biting at the sheets as Krastos’s hand returned to her ass after his lecture.  Her cheeks burned in shame at not being able to control herself, and for disappointing him.  She vowed to be a better pet.

Kras lifted the pillow that was covering her head and smiled faintly as his hand massaged her ass.  His girl was so shy.    She shivered as he touched the claws to her back.  He lowered his other hand between her legs, gently caressing her.  His smile grew wider as he teased and she didn’t move.

He nudged her side and rolled her over onto her back, pressing his palm to her belly, ignoring, as always, the indentation of a scar from Argus times.  She’d never told him the whole story, and as far as he cared, it didn’t matter.  To have remained all these millennia, the wound must have been grievous.  Dragging a claw along her torso to her neck, he tapped her chin, looking for her eyes.  She peered up at him shyly, timidly… trustingly.

Kras climbed onto the bed, straddling her and leaning forward, rocking his hips teasingly against her pelvis as he reached for the cuffs hidden in the headboard.  He sighed softly, laying down on top of her while he secured her wrists, biting gently along her shoulder.  He could feel her struggling to stay calm, knowing that she wanted him.  Sitting back up, he dragged his fingers along her body, claws on one hand, none on the other, grinning down at her, never taking his eyes off hers.

He lifted the clawed hand and clinked the metal appendages together so she could see, a wicked gleam in his eye, before latching the claws around her breast, the nipple just barely brushing against his palm as he dug deep.  She froze under him, her breathing uneven and haggard, and he knew she was trying not to make a sound.  And she looked away.  He tapped her chin again and gazed at her sternly, claws wriggling in the flesh of her breast.  He lifted an eyebrow.  Breathe.  Her eyes widened and she struggled for a moment, looking at him desperately as he rested his hand between her breasts, before her breathing returned to normal.  Good girl.

He hadn’t intended to break the skin, but the claws were new, and sharper than he counted on.  He frowned down at his hand, then at her breast.  She was bruising already, and he had indeed drawn blood, tiny blue pinpricks seeping from the skin.  He bent down, licking it clean, then biting at her nipple, tugging gently with his teeth.  She was breathing hard again, and he grabbed her chin and gazed at her pointedly.  This time, she calmed down without him saying a word.

 

Progress.