Chained (Brides of the Kindred) (37 page)

“Gods…” Kor growled with lust deep in his
throat. “That’s fucking hot, sweetheart. I love it when you’re submissive.”

“And I love to submit,” Maggie admitted
softly. “Please, Master…are you going to, you know, put it in me soon?”

“As soon as I drink this.” He reached for
the small vial of milky fluid on the bedside table and popped off the seal.
“You didn’t forget what this was all about, did you?” he asked, clearly seeing
the surprised look on Maggie’s face. “You didn’t forget I’m only fucking you to
get rid of the implant?”

Maggie looked down. “Is that…the only
reason?”

“You know it’s not,” he said roughly.
Lifting the vial to his lips, he drank the solvent in two long swallows. “It’s
just the easiest way to justify it,” he said and put the empty vial on the
table. “Come on, blondie—I need to be inside you.”

Maggie couldn’t deny that she needed him
in her as badly as he needed to be there. Putting one hand on his broad shoulder
for balance, she began to lower herself down on him.

“Careful,” Kor said hoarsely as the broad,
plum shaped head rubbed against her slick folds and settled at the entrance to
her pussy. “Take it slowly, sweetheart. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Maggie protested a little
breathlessly but she could already feel his thickness stretching her and the
head wasn’t even all the way in yet.

“No, I won’t because we’re taking it
slow,” Kor growled.
“Slow.”

Grasping her hips in both hands, he guided
her down, working himself into her slowly and gently, one thick inch at a time.

Maggie held back a moan as she felt him
slipping into her. God, he really was
huge.
She’d never had anything
even half as big inside her and she began to wonder if he was actually going to
fit or not.

“Take it easy, sweetheart,” Kor murmured.
“Don’t tense up.”

Maggie realized that her body had been
tightening involuntarily around him. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel
her tension.

“Sorry, it’s just…a lot more than I’m used
to.”

“It’s going to be all right, though,” Kor
promised. “You’re wet enough to take me as long as you don’t get scared and tighten
up.”

“I’m…trying not to,” she whispered, but
her hands on his broad shoulders were fisted with tension.

“Maybe if you watched,” Kor murmured.
“Lean back a little and look down, Maggie. Look down and watch me sliding into
you. Watch my cock filling your pussy.”

Maggie bit her lip and looked between
their legs, just as he had said. A long sigh fell out of her as she took in the
erotic sight. Here she was, straddling his lap with her legs spread and his
thick shaft buried halfway inside her pussy, stretching her to the limit. She
loved the sight of his thickness going into her…loved the feeling of him
filling her. But even better was the look on Kor’s face—he was watching her
anxiously, trying to gauge her reaction, wanting to know that she was all
right.

That isn’t the expression
of a guy just looking to get his rocks off and move on,
whispered a little voice in her head.
That look says
he cares—cares a hell of a lot, Maggie. Maybe more than he should—more than
either of you should.

Maggie knew it was true but she couldn’t
think about it now. Just seeing that look on Kor’s face—knowing that he cared
so much, that he was being so careful not to hurt her—seemed to ease her inner
tension and help her loosen up. As she watched, his long, thick shaft slid
deeper into her and then, with one last thrust he was finally all the way in.

They both groaned as he finally bottomed
out inside her and for a long moment, neither of them moved. Maggie closed her
eyes for a second, getting used to the feeling, savoring the strange but
delicious sensation of being so completely filled and stretched. At last Kor
broke the silence.

“Feels good, sweetheart?” he murmured,
stroking her cheek. “You’re okay? Not hurting?”

“No. In fact…” Maggie moved her hips
experimentally, causing just an inch of his thickness to slide out and then
press back inside her. “Oh!” she gasped. “In fact it feels…feels good.”

“Feels fucking amazing,” Kor growled,
gripping her hips. “Gods, you’re tight.”

Maggie did her best to look demure. “Does
it please my master?”

“Hell yes your soft little pussy wrapped
around my cock pleases me,” he murmured. “The question is, are you ready to
feel me thrusting in you? Think you can be open enough to let me fuck you?”

“I…” Maggie nodded. “Yes, I think so. As
long as you take it slow at first.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,
sweetheart,” he growled. “I want to make this last as long as I can. Never want
to let you go.”

“Oh, Kor…” Maggie put her arms around his
neck. “I don’t want you to either.”

“Then let’s make the most of this,” he
murmured. “Hold on, little slave girl. Your master is going to fuck your
pussy.”

“Yes, Master.” Maggie started to move
again but Kor’s grip tightened and he held her steady.

“No, Maggie,” he said sternly. “Not
yet—let me make sure you’re taking it okay before you start moving. Right now
all I want you to do is hold still for your master’s cock. Just open your pussy
and let me fuck you.”

Maggie felt a fresh wave of lust tingle through
her.

“Yes, Master,” she murmured submissively.
“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” His hands tightened again. “Now
get ready. I’m going to come almost all the way out of you and then go back in.
Not hard—not at first—but deep. Very deep in your little cunt.”

“Yes, Master,” she breathed again. Biting
her lip she looked down again and watched as the long, thick shaft of his cock
slid slowly out of her. His cock was throbbing and shiny with her honey and so
thick she couldn’t believe it fit inside of her. Then he paused, with only the
head inside her and looked into her eyes.

“Get ready, Maggie,” he murmured. “Gonna
fuck you now. Going to fill that hot little cunt with my cock until I shoot my
cum deep in your pussy.”

“Yes,” Maggie whispered, her hands
tightening to fists on his shoulders. “Yes, Kor—do it.”

With a low growl he pushed back into her
in a long, slow, steady slide. It wasn’t painful but as he had promised it was
very, very deep. Maggie moaned as she felt him bottom out inside her again, the
broad head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb, pressing hard against her
as though demanding entrance.

“Kor,” she moaned. “Oh, God, yes—please,
do it again. Don’t stop!”

“Not going to, sweetheart. Not going to
stop again until we both come,” he growled. And with that, he pulled out again
and thrust in even deeper this time. So deep that Maggie felt like he was
reaching for her very soul.

“Kor!” she gasped, digging her nails into
his broad shoulder. “Oh, God, please!”

“Such a polite little girl,” he murmured,
beginning to find his rhythm inside her. “Such nice manners the way you beg to
be fucked.”

Maggie couldn’t answer. With each deep
plunge of his thick shaft into her pussy, she was being pushed closer to the
edge. She never would have believed that she could come again after all the
orgasms Kor had given her while he tasted her pussy. But the building pleasure
inside her wasn’t to be denied.

There was something else too—something
besides the pleasure. Every time he thrust into her, she felt almost as though
a bond was being formed, a cord of communion that was growing between them,
pulling them closer together and
not
just their bodies.

At the same time, though Kor’s hands were
still planted firmly on her hips, she swore she could feel someone tugging on
her nipples, twisting them gently, making her pleasure even fiercer, stoking
the fire hotter. But that was crazy…impossible, right?

If it was, then why did she also feel
something touching between her legs. Not the place where Kor was thrusting—she
felt it against her clit—almost like a hot, knowledgeable tongue licking her,
adding to the overwhelming stimulation to make her come.

The sensations were strange but they added
to her pleasure so intensely that Maggie couldn’t seem to get upset about them.
All she could think about was how good it felt—how
right
to have Kor
buried to the hilt inside her. And all she could feel was how much she cared
for him and how connected she felt to him in this instant of fleeting intimacy.

“Gods, sweetheart, you’re so tight,” Kor
said hoarsely. “You feel so good wrapped around me. Just wish I could taste
your pussy at the same time.”

You already are,
Maggie almost said but just then she felt her pleasure
coming to a peak.

“Kor,” she gasped. “Oh, God, Kor…coming…going
to come so hard.”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled,
tightening his grip on her hips and thrusting even deeper. “Come all over my
cock while I fuck you.”

Maggie couldn’t help herself—though she
wanted to prolong this moment and never let it end, she was tilting over the
edge. With a soft cry, she wrapped her arms around Kor’s neck and pressed close
to him as the orgasm washed over her, dragging her out to a sea of pleasure,
almost drowning her in its sweetness.

“That’s right, come. Let it all go and
come,” Kor murmured. “Gods, I can feel you squeezing me. Can’t stand it much
more…”

“Then you come too,” Maggie urged him and
in that moment, she wanted nothing more. “Come in me, Kor—fill me up with your
seed…with your self. Please, I
want
you to.”

Kor groaned and Maggie felt him pull back
and thrust into her as hard and as deep as he could. Then he held rock
solid—completely still and steady as he began to fill her with his cum.

She bit back a moan as she felt him spurt
inside her. God, she’d never felt this with any other man—had never felt
anything
like this before ever, for that matter.

This is right—more
than right, perfect! This is where I’m supposed to be, the man I’m supposed to
be with.

The certainty inside her was
incontrovertible. Not even the nagging little voice of guilt could drown it
out. To Maggie, it felt like coming home.

In that moment, she felt completely
connected to Kor…and also completely in love with him.

* * * * *

Kor groaned as he filled her, loving the
way her tight little channel was milking his cock. It was almost as though she
was trying to get every last drop of his cum inside her and Gods, did it feel
good!

But it wasn’t just the physical sensations
that overwhelmed him. At this moment, holding her in his arms, he knew he would
never be able to let her go. She was his now—he had claimed her and tied her to
him. She belonged to him and he to her and at that moment, nothing else
mattered.

Slowly the pleasure ebbed but Kor still didn’t
want to let her go. He kept his arms around her and pressed his face to her
hair, breathing in her scent, holding her close to his heart.

Maggie…Oh Gods, love
you so much. Can’t help it—I know I shouldn’t but I do. I love you!

“I love you too,” she whispered in his
ear.

Kor pulled back and looked at her in
surprise.

“What did you say?”

“I said, I love you too,” she repeated and
burst into tears.

Kor didn’t know what to do.

“Sweetheart? Blondie?” He stroked her
curls back from her flushed cheeks anxiously. “Are you all right? Did I hurt
you?”

“No, of course not. That was…” She sobbed.
“That was the b-best sex I’ve ever h-had.”

“Not something you usually cry about,” Kor
pointed out gently, still stroking her hair.

“I know.” She sniffed. “I’m crying because
I love you even though I know I shouldn’t. I mean, I’m engaged to
Donald
and you’re going to want to leave and go your own way now and I’m just…Oh, Kor,
I’m so scared and confused.”

“Don’t be.” Cupping her face in his hands
he brought her closer and pressed his lips to her cheeks, kissing away the
tears. “Don’t be frightened because I’m here, blondie. And I’m not about to
leave.”

“You…Do you really mean that?” Maggie’s
eyes were wide and wet and uncertain. “About not leaving?”

“Of course I mean it,” Kor murmured.
“Haven’t I been telling you how much I want you?”

“I thought you just meant like this…you
know, sexually.”

“This isn’t all there is, you know,” Kor
told her. “There’s a hell of a lot more than just sex between us. You’re a
beautiful, fascinating, intelligent female. Why would I ever want to let you
get away?”

“Oh, Kor…” She leaned back a little,
swiping at her eyes. As she did, something small and red fell to the bedspread
beside them.

“Hey, what’s this?” Kor picked it up.

“The implant!” Maggie studied the small
red ruby in the palm of his hand. “It worked! So does this mean…?”