Bound: The Inland Slave (5 page)

He suddenly captured her, and crashed his lips to hers. He devoured her in a passionate kiss that melted her into him. She opened her mouth for him, and let him suck her bottom lip if he wasn’t stealing her tongue with thrilling licks. She moaned inside his mouth, but not from his exciting kiss but his controlling arms that held her exactly where he wanted her. With busy hands, he rubbed up and down her sides, inching her nightgown as if he wanted it off. Then as if something inside him switched on, he quickly carted her gown up to her chest so her nipples brushed against his pecs. Then by design, he rubbed his hands long her butt and back as he moved her body so her nipples slid up and down his chest. The thin hair on his pecs and scar chafed her nipples, stimulating them until she was helping him along by rocking over him.

When she felt the tingling urge between her legs for him to touch her and sooth her ache, he rubbed from her butt to her verticals lips before spreading them as he dipped his fingers to her slick folds. She’d jolt with thrill each time he parted her lips and brushed against her clit before continuing his petting down her leg. The touching was so stirring she could feel herself wet.

He once again caressed her thighs and then down to her sex. With both his hands, he drew back her vertical lips, and then lifted his hips off the bed. He raised his head, to keep his mouth to hers, while he pushed her down toward his groin. He pumped his hips, having his dick reach higher. The heat of his hard head soothed her opening. With her lips spread, he thrust with great strength and a single loud grunt. His dick shoved in deep. She sharply inhaled through her mouth, but he muffled it as he kissed her hard. Any strength she had to hold herself up instantly vanished. She collapsed on him, and winced as his penis pressed harder against her cervix. He held her deep, pinning her where she was and kept her there. He breathed heavily from his nose while he opened his mouth to tilt his head and kiss her deeper. She bit his tongue when he drew it over her teeth.

He dropped his head to the bed as he cursed. He glared at her as he stuck out his tongue and she saw she drew blood. “What in the hell was that for?”

“GET OUT! THIS HURTS, YOU BASTARD!”

“It will go away.” He said, and continued to hold her where he wanted her. “You’ll like it then.”

“I don’t believe you!” She felt her walls strain painfully. He was too big for her, and she knew it. Her pussy stung like nothing before, and she was sure it wasn’t natural—not to this extent. She wanted to hit him, shove him off her, but she feared any movement other than him pulling out would be more than she could bear. But then he ground his head into her cervix. The pain was immense, yet his head kneading her back wall made her toes curl with a new kind of pleasure. She began to change her mind, thinking if she could get use to the pain it would be worth it.

She bit her lip, and relaxed her entire body as he slowly pumped with longer strokes between each grind. She could feel the ridge of his head massaging her walls. The reward of enduring each time he tapped against her cervix and swipe of her pussy was mind-blowing. She wet on his dick as he filled her with patient thumping.

“I want to cum in you.” He said, and gripped her shoulders. The bed was squeaking with his thrusts, and Katja was turned on by the sound of creaky boards. Her arousal made her tight squeeze around his dick begin to loosen, and soon the pain was bearable but fierce. Her pussy still felt tense and unyielding as Felix began to speed up. He drummed against her cervix, and drove into her with rapid bumps. He filled her with his length, packing his dick in deep and pulling it out faster, until suddenly he stilled and he rolled her onto her back.

He positioned himself so he had a perfect view of seeing his cock inside her. Immediately he went back to drilling into her with speed and force. He alternated, watching his dick pull on the delicate skin of her pink pussy to watching her tits bounce, and then up to her lips as she moaned and bit her lip while trying to be quiet instead of scream. Right when she didn’t think she could take any more pain, or remain silent from the pleasure, she felt his cock twitch. “I’m cumming.” He lifted her legs high as a powerful blast pulsated from his dick with such force it stung her cervix. “I’m cumming!” He grunted, stroked his dick with her tight walls, and he maintained his vigorous sex. When she no longer felt the jets of his cum, he began to slow down his thrusting, though he punched in with equal strength.

He pulled out of her, before Katja knew what happened. He kept her legs high as he said, “You need to keep my seed in you, Katja. Don’t move until I tell you.” He lay by her side, putting his arm under her neck, and then he had her drape her legs over his while he hugged her side. He turned her head, by putting a finger on her chin. “Do you trust me, Katja?”

“What kind of question is that?” The fact he asked made her nervous. He wanted something.

“I have a plan to keep you. Just don’t get mad when I make sure it happens. In the end I know you’ll be happy with me.”

“I know your plan, and don’t like it. You want me in a cottage with your children. I don’t want a big belly. I haven’t decided what I want. I like it here. I may never even sleep with you again, and that I’m serious about. It hurt and ended before it barely began. I don’t think I like sex. A few seconds of pleasure doesn’t seem worth the pain.”

He laughed, but with insult. “I was quick because I knew it hurt. All I wanted was to cum in you. And if you don’t want kids, it’s a little late for that. My seed is in you.”

“Is that how that happens.” She said and gazed up at the ceiling. She always wondered how the act of sex got women pregnant, but her father never discussed the subject. She probably wouldn’t even know as much as she did if her father’s lovers weren’t so open about their sexuality. Even the word
seed
, didn’t mean much to her, unless he planted some grain inside of her that would grow like a flower. His words began to sink in, and she suddenly sat up. “You giant brute! Don’t ever cum in me again. Get your seed out!”

“I’m not giving you sex without cum, little woman. You’re choice.”

“You’re an egotistical jackass! I don’t want your sex. It was short and hurt.”

“In the morning, when you aren’t hurting, you’ll be begging me to show you how much stamina I have, and then we’ll see. After that, I’ll have you where I want you. I look forward to sleeping with you again.”

“Reasoning with your vanity is impossible. I don’t want you. I’ll say it again. I have no use for you, especially since your sex hurts!”

“We’ll see, little woman. I’m quickly learning where you like touched, and how much teasing you enjoy. I’m waking you up by licking between your legs until you need my dick.”

“JACKASS! Get out of my bed!”

“Goodnight.” He said, and got comfortable by punching his pillow in the corner until his head was perfectly straight.

Katja folded her arms, and glared when he winked at her before closing his eyes. With a temper, she purposefully smacked him with the blanket as she situated. “This is gross! Your stuff is leaking out of me and getting my sheets wet.”

“Next time stay on your back and don’t move as I told you. It’s supposed to stay in you all night.”

“That sounds like a sure way of getting me pregnant.” She chided, but he shrugged as if he didn’t care. She growled, but she would have been a lot more upset if she thought she got pregnant easily—but she didn’t, if she was anything like her mother.

He put his arm around her when she became still. They spent another minute battling while she kept smacking his hand away and he purposefully kept replacing his hand to her side. Finally, he stiffened so she couldn’t move him and she gave up.

5

When Annett came into her room the following morning, Katja startled awake and whipped her head in the direction where Felix slept. Thankfully, he was gone. Annett yanked open the curtains to her window, and let sunshine pour into the room. “You’re father has a guest coming this afternoon, and wants you dressed in your best.”

“Who is coming?”

“Sir Kielce Cragged. He owns all the ports in Dresburg. He’s a very wealthy man. You’re father hopes you find him suitable.”

“What?” Katja asked, outraged by the announcement her father wanted her to like him. To clarify, she queried, “My father found me a suitor?”

“Sir Cade paid him a visit him when Noreen left yesterday morning after breakfast. Your suitor will be here shortly to go shooting with your father.” Katja folded her arms. She hated the news. She got up out of bed, determined to go yell at her father until he changed his mind. “Sir Cade isn’t here, Miss Katja. He knew you would put up a fight and left before you woke. I have to dress you or he’ll take it out on my hide.” Katja hung her head, and looked at the mess of blankets where Felix had slept last night. She wondered where he was or if he knew. One thing was certain, he didn’t wake her as he told her he would.

“Where is my slave? He should be here.”

“He’s out chopping wood.”

“Why is he chopping wood? That isn’t his job.”

“Letting off some steam I guess. He’s in a foul mood.” Annett said.

“Annett.” Katja pouted, and waited for her servant to meet her eye. The woman was like a mother to her, raised her as a daughter, and understood her better than even her father. “What should I do? I don’t want to be married off to some stranger. I don’t love him.”

“You need to be careful, Katja. Get that boy out of your head or you’ll be miserable every day you’re with Sir Cragged!” Annett said with concern.

“What boy?” Katja asked, but Annett missed little. She simply wished the older woman hadn’t noticed her watch him.

“You sent me from the room to be alone with him. It’s immoral to sleep with a man before marriage. It’s shameful. You’re father would never allow you to ruin his reputation. Be careful, Katja, or you’ll dig yourself a hole you can’t get out of.”

“I’m not sleeping with him!” She lied.

“Good. Then let’s get you dressed.”

Katja took a deep breath, feeling deflated and trapped. She inspected the dress Annett planed for her to wear for Sir Cragged. Putting the dress on made her hot, and feel as if the walls were closing in on her. The corset was too tight, and she could hardly breathe. Somehow, the dress felt like a coffin. The last thing she wanted was to get married, but arranged unions happened within days. There was no getting out of it.

She adorned in gems and silk before she waited for her father and suitor in the drawing room. She wasn’t waiting long before the front door slammed. She turned the page in the book she absentmindedly pretended to read, when Felix strode inside in a brisk walk. Her eyes followed him, but when he turned his head at the last second, he saw her and stopped. With a few long steps, he entered the room.

He rushed to her, still in his temper. Visions of him in her bed the night before entertained her libido for a split second, and her own lust for him surprised her. His eyes were somehow more intensely gray, and his handsome face fascinated her. She had feelings for him she couldn’t ignore, but she wasn’t exactly sure what they were.

He reached out, put his hands on the armrests of her chair, and quickly leaned down to kiss her. She once again shocked herself by opening her mouth for him, welcoming her slave’s tongue. With eagerness, she met his deep kiss by drawing her tongue across his. He devoured her with a perfectly wet kiss before biting her lip softly. His teeth skimmed her delicately before he gently tugged on her lips while he pulled out of the kiss. She loved how he kissed her as if he had every right to claim her. Before she wished, he pulled away several inches and stopped taking her mouth. With stern eyes, and a demanding, husky tone, he asserted, “Send him away, Katja, or I’ll make damn sure this union is over before he does any real damage.”

“I can’t send him away. There is no reasoning with my father when his peers are watching. I won’t challenge him, or he will only be more firm and I’d be black and blue.”

“Then you leave me no choice. My plan has changed, and I will have you for myself. I
refuse
to share you.”

He slid his hand under her dress and squeezed her knee. She was so ticklish she kicked his shin. He smiled, and tugged her toward him. “Are you sore today? Because I’d like to mark you as mine before they get back.”

“Are you out of your mind, Felix?” She hissed. They weren’t in her room.

He picked her up, carried her over to a wall, and then pinned her up against the unforgiving surface. “Put me down.” She demanded in a whisper. “They’ll be back any minute and I don’t want to be caught! We’d both be whipped.”

“Kiss me, Katja. I will not be your paramour!”

“No. Get the notion out of your head that I’m going to sleep with you
anywhere you choose—
or ever again! Annett even suspects something is going on between us.”

“Really,” he said, as if he didn’t care. “You’re only drawing this out to take longer, little woman. I want you. I want in you
now
. I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight when you come to me; I’ll want you all night if only to prove to that swindler that you’re mine.”

“Don’t you dare!” She snapped when he flashed his sexy grin, and gathered her garments until her dress was high around her waist. He kissed her neck, and wet her skin with his tongue. “Take me up stairs, and you can have me.” She breathed out. Katja liked him far too much, if so little of his touching piqued her interest and she decided she needed him.

“There isn’t time. I want in—for proof.”

“I want you. Isn’t that proof enough?”

“If that suitor wasn’t here to claim you, it would be enough.”

She knew better than to arch her neck for him, but was thankful he nibbled her. His touch was bliss, but she knew better than to let him have her where anyone could see. Without waiting for permission to do anything, he quickly removed himself from his pants, and set his head on the outside of her. Her panties covered her pussy, and he didn’t bother to slip them aside.

He used his feet to bring her legs together, and then pinned her knees where they were before he pushed his head in the space below her apex. He crouched enough to chafe her clit as he pumped his long shaft against her silky panties. In a moment of sanity, she pushed him away while insisting he take her upstairs, but he captured her hands and pinned them to the wall above her head in one tight fist. With his free hand, he held the base of his dick to keep his tip firmly rubbing her sex. Despite her legs together, he buried his shaft between her thighs, crowding his way to her sex. “You’re going to get me in trouble.” She whispered in fear.