The strange, violent pleasure built and built, and soon it collapsed in a storm of brilliant, seizing euphoria. I made undignified noises, wailing into his rough kisses. But he didn’t stop his relentless rhythm, and the waves of pleasure subsided only to rise again in another overwhelming tide. Each deep jab of his cock was more violent than the last. I bucked my hips, lost in the mindless surges of pleasure. The climax ebbed away eventually, and I tightened the muscles in my cunt, eager for it to begin again, eager for another consuming tide of euphoria.
Before I reached another episode of bliss, I felt my master clasp me in a hard embrace. His thrusts sped, and his breaths seethed into my neck. The bed shook under his rough pounding. I panted, feeling the heat of his excitement, realizing he was experiencing the same delight that I already had. I moaned, feeling a fresh surge of lust at the thought of his hard, masculine body finding release in me.
He stiffened, clamping his teeth around my shoulder. He drove himself deep, shuddering and grunting harshly. I gasped, clenching my pussy around his cock. I felt a warm wetness flooding my cunt. He withdrew. I hissed as his cock slipped out of my cunt, leaving me empty and wanting. He pulled me over, wrapping me with his limbs. He caught me tight in his arms, confining me so that I couldn’t reach around and explore his body with my hands.
His chest rose and fell against my back. I swallowed, my skin buzzing with excitement. I was intensely curious, and my fear was long gone. Did he think I would care so much what he looked like? He couldn’t be some inhuman abomination.
“I don’t care,” I whispered, “what you look like. I can’t run from you, anyway – what are you afraid of?”
“Not your concern,” he said.
“Then will you at least tell me who you are?”
“Not yet, dove, not yet.”
I frowned. “And what am I supposed to call you then?”
He laughed. “‘Master’ will do.”
I squirmed, testing the feel of him again. Firm, muscled flesh, and skin incandescent with warmth. But there must be something he was hiding, or why else would he prevent me from touching him all over?
“And what am I to do here? What do you expect of me?” I asked.
His breath blew through my ear. “Do whatever amuses you, Psyche. If you need anything I would be happy to supply it.”
“Then I’d like some light. Right now,” I said.
He ignored my request.
“But there are some demands I would make,” he said. “I’ll have you meet me here, in the bedroom, each night at sundown. You are to make yourself ready for me at that time. Understand?”
“Yes,” I murmured. I understood perfectly. I was to present myself for his pleasure, whenever he cared to visit. Like a helpless pet.
“Good,” he whispered. He drew me closer. I was firmly trapped in his arms. Despite my rioting curiosity, despite my desperate need to know this demon that had caught and claimed me, I felt sleep overtaking my mind. The series of orgasms had left me weak and shaken. I closed my eyes, yawning deeply.
“Ah, Psyche,” he murmured, “it is not time to sleep just yet.”
He pushed his hips into me, and I felt a fresh erection nudging at my back. I swallowed. He pulled my thighs open, draping my leg over his, and pressed his cock between my lips from behind. I bucked back into him with a moan.
He was insatiable, taking me time after time. I slept in fits through the night, waking at intervals when he wanted me.
But in the morning, he was gone. The bedroom door yawned, and light filled the room. I blinked and slid out of the sheets. The bed was a tangled mess. I gazed down at my naked body. My cheeks burned as I remembered how he had used me. The mysterious desires that had filled me seemed distant, and shameful. How had I fallen so easily to his allure?
I shivered, searching for something to dress myself in. My old tunic was gone, but I opened drawers until I found clothes to wear. But these weren’t the long, draping tunics I was used to. They were scant and transparent, made to show my shape.
I gritted my teeth, peeved at the idea of being put on display like a slave girl. But I had little choice, so I pulled one of the scanty tunics over my head. It hid my breasts well enough, but left bare a slender swath of skin at my midriff.
So he wanted me to meet him in the dark for another tryst tonight, did he?
Maybe I wouldn’t. Maybe I’d stay in the courtyard, where he couldn’t hide from me.
I paced, crushing grass between my toes. The sunset was fading from the horizon. I glanced around nervously, peering through the arches into the dark corridors of the house. I should have brought a candle, to give the courtyard an extra glow, but now it was far too late to venture into the dark halls.