The Gingerbread Dungeon (14 page)

“How do you want me, my lady?” he asked, standing so that she could see his cock was thick and ready.

Maya rolled over so that she was on her knees. “I want you behind me,” she said, breathing deeply in anticipation as the bed dipped beneath his weight and she felt the hot, harness of him poised at the entrance to her body.

“May I, my lady?”

“Slowly,” she said, moaning in pleasure as he began to push his way inside of her. “You are the largest man I have ever known, and I want to enjoy the feeling of you opening my body once more.”

“Yes, my lady,” his voice was hoarse from the difficulty of restraining himself, and Maya could feel his fingers digging into her hips.

Finally, after long, drawn out minutes of him working his cock inside of her, allowing her body to open to him, and then moving in still more, Maya felt the heavy weight of his balls pressed up against the softness of her body.

“Stay there,” she said and took a moment to revel at the feeling of being stretched open and filled by the man she loved.

Zachariah’s breathing was laboured behind her as he fought to stay still, and the sound of his submission, combined with the feeling of him deep inside her again after so long, sent her over the edge into a violent orgasm.

When Maya came back to herself, moments later, Zachariah was still poised silently behind her. He had done exactly as she’d asked, and it filled her with joy.

“My love,” she said, “now fuck me as you will.”

“Thank you, my lady,” he said, and with a release of his pent up breath he began to move in slow deep strokes within her.

Then he asked, “As I will, my lady?” When she nodded, he picked up his pace until he was pounding her violently and forcefully, pressing her head into the bed until he finally buried himself one last time inside of her and came with a scream.

“Wait,” Maya said when he started to pull out, “I want you to stay inside me.”

Zachariah buried his cock back in her warm, wet heat.

“Now reach your hand around my body and make me come.”

He did as she asked, and then he did it again, and soon his cock grew firm inside her once more from the feeling of her pussy convulsing around him.

“I love the feeling of you swelling inside of me,” Maya said. “Now lie on your back.”

When Zachariah had done as she requested, she kissed him gently on the lips, enjoying the taste of her arousal on his tongue. Then she slowly climbed back onto his cock.

“You’re going to lie there,” Maya said, sinking down onto her knees until he was all the way inside her once more, “and I’m going to ride you just the way I want.” 

Slowly she began working herself up and down on his cock, circling her hips and drawing him in deep.

She brought herself to one orgasm using his body that way, and then another, and then when she was ready to come one final time, she leaned forward and covered his nose and mouth.

“You’re mine,” she said as she watched him choose to accept her ownership and control. “You’re mine, and when I give you back your air you will thrust one last time inside of me and come.”

She held on for a few more seconds, until a look of fear began to come into his eyes and a trembling started in his arms, before releasing her hands. Then, gasping for breath, he pushed deeply inside of her, and they both came.

A few moments later, as she lay in his arms, Zachariah finally worked up the nerve to ask her the question he had clearly been wondering about since the evening before. “Your husband?”

The quiet longing in his voice made Maya turn to look at him. “If you will have me,” she said. “I want you always to be mine.”

“The King has named me so,” he said, wrapping her tightly in her arms, “and so I am.”

They fell asleep still locked in each other’s embrace.

****

Many years later, Maya and Zachariah were walking hand and hand through a nearby village when the words of a troubadour’s tale caught their ear so that they stopped to listen.

“A cat, was it, who brought those two together?” Maya hissed in indignation and started forward to give the young performer a piece of her mind. “I bet he thought no one would believe that a mere woman could be clever enough to contrive such a scheme!”

“Calm down, my love. Maybe it’s a corruption of something else the Marquis told him.” Zachariah laughed and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “After all, I know that I still think about the sight of your pussy where it lay above those boots.”

Maya pulled back, looking for a moment like she was ready to punch him, before she too began to laugh. Then she kissed Zachariah deeply, even though it shocked the crowds who swirled around them that an old married couple would be so passionate on the street.

When they finally came up for air, he looked down at her and said, “Besides, it’s good to know that we
all
lived happily ever after.”

--The End--

About the Author

Elizabeth Thorne has always written, but she didn’t get her start writing erotic stories until she started working in a place known as The Sex Lab. It was an act of desperation since, ironically enough, studying sex kept her too busy to meet anyone larger than a mouse… and unlike Cinderella she doesn’t actually swing that way.

These days, Elizabeth has left the lab, and she now spends most of her time sitting around in her PJs writing popular science articles during the day and erotic romance at night. If you look hard enough, you can sometimes find her haunting NY grocery stores at two in the morning looking for chocolate chip cookies and wondering why people are staring at her purple fuzzy pants.

To find more of Elizabeth's work, visit her webpage at
http://www.withbatedbeth.com