Layla Gets Her Man Ch. 01-02

The prey that had already fallen into her grasp. She was cunning, deceiving, her tiny arms were far from weak, she was not as defenceless as she tried to make out. And he was a fool, but his body, went against every logical thought that could possibly pop into his mind, like, leave while you still can, before it was to late.

He tried to raise himself from her body, but it only made things worse for him, her grasp pulled upon his hair and the instincts to moan over come him "I will not make love to you" he whimpered softly, not a single thing about what he had just said had he meant. He wanted to make love to her, he wanted to sweep her up into his arms and rock her gently against his length until she cried out his name in pleasure. But his grudge against her father did not permit that, he had killed his mistress with his bare hands, and though Judas were a slave to the woman, he had as good as been a husband to her, in fact, he spent more time than any husband would with a wife as he had her.

"Then I shall rape you." her words came across huskily, and he couldn't help but laugh. Not mockingly, but it was really an interesting thought, one that made his length pulsate with a furious passion. She stared at him defiantly clearly not very pleased at this reaction, her eyes narrowing to slits, "You think I am joking?" she teased, Her face softened and a smile now touched both her eyes and they turned up in humour. "I do not think you are joking." he laughed, moving away from her as her grip upon him loosened, and he sat lazily between her legs, stroking her thighs. "Although it would be entertaining to see."

She smiled at him, raising to lean on her elbows, her head dangling backwards, "I am not sure how long I would last, my capabilities only stretch so far."

"Then maybe you should not make promises you cannot keep" hers eyes met with his then, and he smiled, a breath swelling in his chest before it was released uneasily. "I must go" he said then and she nodded, though the raw embarrassment of her actions, and frustrations in which she had built between the both of them shone deeply in her eyes. "Must I let you?" She dragged her nails down his chest, hard enough to draw blood and he choked on a yelp.

"You must" he laughed, trailing a single finger along her pussy lips allowing her to feel him, but draw no satisfaction from his offer, except for tension of what she couldn't have.

Chapter 2.

It had been days since Judas had come face to face with Layla, but when the blue of his eyes set upon the crimson assault upon her cheeks, and the mischievousness in her smile, he knew that the girl before him had done whatever she could to get him in this predicament, innocence? He thought, what a laugh that is.

Every month Judas was asked to take inventory of belongings and harvest before the Macmillan clan he was slave to, moved on to their next destination, except today he had woke with an uneasy feeling swelling in his gut, and he had listened to it, for the most part, avoiding every possible chance that he could of come face to face with the girl that had captured his heart.

He had tried all ways to forget her, to bury himself in his work, to think of other things whilst he bathed in the river other than the claw marks she had left upon his chest, but it was proving impossible, and more so now that he was stuck shackled to the stone wall that run around the old derelict building they had claimed as shelter for the more important good and for the food.

He had very little doubt that he could break free if he should wish to, but the clan had been good to him so far, only once had he been retrained in his time here and that was now, though pathetically done. All other times he was granted freedom, and so a sprinkling of fear bubbled to the surface of his usually hard exterior.

"Hello?" he had called out, hearing the distinct noise of someone moving across the dry mud of the floor beneath him. He soon become alarmed when he remembered the men that had tied him had talked of none returning to release him until tomorrow, and already he felt hungry enough that he was sure his usual softness looked harder than a bear.

That was when he seen her, sauntering through the entrance before pausing, her mouth falling open and a genuine look of shock upon her face, "Judas!" she yelped, startled by the figure of him sitting with his back leaned against the rough stone of the wall. "Layla" he returned acting casual. And when she grinned he knew then that he was in trouble, and naturally, he suspected that this were her doing, considering her open threat of rape the other night, but he had made no mistake of thinking that she didn't actually have it in her. 'Fool' he thought.

"I don't suppose you have come to set me free" he drawled, his eyes moving over her lazily underneath the flicker of light, from the candle in her hand. She looked, breathtaking, he noted then, taking in the clan sash that wrapped about her body, highlighting her curves as she moved. "Well, I could." she said pointedly, openly teasing him in this awkward predicament, "But im not going to" she smiled then, crossing the distance between them and placing the candle upon the floor beside him "I see" he watched her, fighting back the want to smile at her cunningness, she really did get everything she wanted, and it was only when she sat upon his legs with her body pressed against him, and her lips but a few inches away from hi, that he really truly realized he was at her mercy.

"Layla" he said nervously, though he couldn't work out why. It was not like he had never been this close to a woman before, or done the things she was thinking as she openly took in the contours of his chest, brushing her fingers against the scratched she had left upon his body "Yes?" she questioned,d the green of her eyes meeting with his now. "Don't do this" he pleaded, and she stared at him a moment, "I promise not to do anything to you, that you don't want already."

His head fell back to lean against the wall, she knew that he could not deny wanting her, his whole body told a whole different story to the words that fell from his lips. But it was only when her hands made their way across his chest, and lower and lower before they stopped at his hips and she brushed her thumbs against the bare skin about his kilt did she notice just how nervous he was. She watched as he gulped, his outstretched throat lurching as he cleared a thick imaginary lump.

She thought that perhaps if she targeted the things he enjoyed, eventually the hard exterior that surrounded his emotions, or whatever was holding him back, would dissolve when over run with lust. "Im not going to hurt you Judas" he gulped again, and she knew then that it was not the fact that he was afraid of her hurting him, it was that he wanted her to hurt him, he just wouldn't admit it.

Filling her hand with a healthy hand full of golden honey locks she dragged his head forward "Look at me" she demanded, and pausing an instinctive whine at his lips he looked into her eyes and she smiled at his feeble reluctance watching as he blew out a breath that had obviously caught in his lungs.

She kissed him crushing her lips against his, satisfying a hunger that had been building inside of her since that night at her hut, and to her surprise he met hers with response, pushing his tongue through her lips and tasting her with a fiery passion. She gasped overwhelmed, drawing back away from him and with a grin she tutted "Hmmm, haha. Mmmm, so much for reluctance."

"It's not like I have an option."

"don't sound so hard done by" he grinned, and she couldn't resist the urge to bite him, to trap the full of his bottom lip between her teeth, and fill his mind with a pain, the type that was pleasurable, and only just bearable because it was forced upon you by someone that made you weak at the knees, and turned you inside out in a heartbeat.

She bit him, savouring the soft release of a moan from his lips. "Why do you deny yourself?" she whispered against his lips and then he looked at her, lust filled blue eyes burning into hers. "I'm a slave, I am no husband, no material to be a father, I am not one of your people. And eventually your father and his men will grow tired of my use, and will cast me aside. I don't want you to have to suffer for that." She stared at him long and hard for a moment "And you think It's better that I not have a say in this?"

"Is your motive not clear?" he lifted himself slightly, highlighting her position upon him, highlighting the dark brooding in her eyes "I don't think it matters what I think or try to protect you from." he paused running his eyes along the plumpness of her bottom lip "I think you will take what you wish no matter the consequences" and he was right, when ever she wanted something she usually did grab it with both hands and take it, but she would also defend it until her very last breath. And she had no intentions of allowing anyone to just cast him away.

She also couldn't ignore him for his or her sake, for she needed him with such a rawness that she thought it impossible to go on, knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She followed his eyes then assuming that he was looking at her most intimate of places, but instead she found the real reason for his waver in attention. His length was standing hard and proud between them, so thick with excitement that the kilt could barely contain his hard throbbing length.

He blew out a breath then, his cheeks flush with embarrassment and she was sure that hers were to but not with embarrassment, but with her selfish desires and forbidden need for him and him alone.

She wanted to feel it, to feel a man's length within the palm of her hand for the very first time. Except even though he were her captive, and she could do with him as she pleased , she was still timid despite her usual forced forcefulness, she wasn't sure how to handle a man that had bared women before.

She reached down, setting for taking a good look at it instead, and she pulled the material from between her legs, watching with awe as it slid over the softness of his foreskin oblivious to the breath he was holding in his lungs. Her fingers brushed the large mushroom top as she released him and smiled as he released the breath he had been holding, twitching away from her touch when his length throbbed with frustration and anticipation.

He was clearly enjoying having no control of the situation unfolding before him, the fact she could do as she pleased with him, bring him to release or continue to torment him "You want me to touch you don't you Judas" he shook his head telling her no, but his whole being and his pulsating cock told her differently "Then say it" he whimpered forcing his shoulders back and leaning his head back against the wall.

She kissed his neck, resisting temptation to touch the swollen length between his legs "Say it" she whispered again kissing him on the throat "Tell me you don't want me to take your manhood into the palm of my hand and sink it deep into the hot wet silken folds of my pussy" he gulped hard shifting uncomfortably as he felt his desire burning and rippling forth to the surface "I can't".

She smiled suckling gently against his earlobe feeling as his breath brushed warm against her cheek "Release me" he pleaded softly his shoulders moving encouragingly "I'm afraid I don't think so"

"Please" she grinned crushing his length between them feeling as it stood proud against her stomach "No" she said and he whimpered "I will pleasure you, please?"

"And how do I know your not just going to bolt on me like last time?"

"I won't I promise, please?"

Abruptly instead of thinking further on his words she wrapped her fingers around his length and she pulled the foreskin over his mushroomed tip, he flinched, stirring wildly as he shifted and grunted with both pleasure and frustration "How does it feel to know your cock is the first to brush my fingertips" he moaned then raising his hips into her hand sliding his foreskin back down his length revealing a pool of pre-cum trickling from the top. "To know that it's about to spread my virgin pussy wide apart until it's nestled deep within me and there is nothing you can do, you can't stop me, you can't make a rhythm, you can't fuck me so that you reach a quick climax. All you can do is endure."

"Please, stop." he half moaned half shouted his words at her as he tried to control the tyrant stirring within him.

She grinned kissing his mouth hard as his breath came short and hard and she guided the soft tip of his throbbing lengths toward her clitoris tiny in comparison to the thick bobble that sat at his tip. She thought that he had reached release then from her words of taunting and from the prospect of where his cock sat, he shuddered so furiously as it pressed against her and when she realized he hadn't cum just yet she wound a forceful handful of hair in her fingers and she pulled it hard "If you cum before I do, I'm going to make sure that you stay here for the next two days chained to this wall and untouched." his eyes widened and he watched her, his lips swollen and red from her assault but more importantly his cock throbbing hard leaking pre-cum against her most intimate places as she rubbed the tip against her clitoris.

Rubbing his length and rubbing him against her bud until she could feel the first signs of release begin to stir within her and he whimpered pathetically against her moans using everything within his power not to cum.

Her finger nails dug into his shoulder as she held onto him and he stared up at her hungrily, his throat becoming dry and he stiffened before her, his whole body turning rigid.

..Judas..

He thought he was going to explode, he tensed his muscles turning rigid as he fought to keep control of his body, he didn't want to end up stuck here for the next two days, but he didn't know if he could fight it any longer.

Between the potent toxic of her words, reminding him that his was the first to brush her hand, to brush the folds of her womanly places stirred something within him that he wasn't sure he could control.

He had known from the very moment that she had told him within her hut that she had never kissed a man, that something as treasured as virginity would forever excite him. And he had been right, for his dreams had haunted him since that day on the many scenarios in which he would take her and deflower her and bring her world crumbling down around her from the pleasure he could provide.

But instead it was his that was crumbling he was weak at the knees every time he felt her pull the head of his cock down her clitoris toward the softness of the opening that awaits, and then return it again to the top of her bud, warm and soft slick with her juice and his pre-cum.

Lord only knew that he wanted to break free of these chains, to lower her onto her back before him and to instead as mental as it may seem, replace his cock with his tongue. To leave her, to push his tongue inside of her, the thought alone caused a searing heat of cum to build inside of his length.

And it was then that time slowed, she was rocking back and forth pressing the head of his cock against her clitoris wildly searching for orgasm and then ... she was granted release. She shuddered, her body as rigid as his had become in his quest to save himself from an extra two days here within this dusty old building.

Her moans pierced his ears in a rush as he met reality once more, and her movements become jagged, forceful and ruthless as she fought to bring her release to the very tip of a mind numbing, soul crushing climax.

He thought it was to late, the sight of her and the thoughts of what she had just done to him, he was sure that he was about to lose control. But never once in his lifetime did he think he'd be grateful that she was finished leaving him, beyond frustrated.

She fell forward, leaning her head against his shoulder, and breathlessly he kissed the crimson glow upon her cheek. She was breathing hard and he was starting to regain more control over his body, but he was still sensitive, so much so that he could feel the searing heat of her cum trickling down his length, and he was afraid that if she should touch him again he wouldn't have an ounce of control left and he would shudder in her hand until finally he would cum uncontrollably, and he was never any more sure on anything in his life as he was that it would be the best cum of his life.

She grinned her smile spread from ear to ear, "Thank you" she said lazily "Your welcome." she laughed and he couldn't help but smile, he might be tied up and taken advantage of, but it wasn't like he couldn't get out if he wanted to, because he could. It was just that this was her game, and he? Was just playing by the rules.

Next time between Judas and Layla:

Ch.03: Restricted she watches him pleasure himself.