The Adventures of Lusty Baldwin Ch. 02byJasmine30©
Lusty struggled to close her mouth after his barely disguised threat. Just desserts indeed. He pivoted on his heel and headed towards the room, dragging her with him and moving so fast she practically had to run to keep up. Once at the door, he stopped.
Placing his hands on either side of her head, he leaned down and brushed a kiss over her lips.
"I'm determined to find out why they call you Lusty." He whispered, "You have the sweetest mouth and when you were sucking on my cock all I could think about was fucking your tight pussy that way too."
Dragging air into her lungs seemed like a huge effort at the moment for Lusty, so she concentrated on the feel of his lips as they whispered hotly into her ear. His warm breath was causing the hair on her neck to stand up, while his words sent shockwaves straight to her middle.
Suddenly the shift she was wearing felt rough against her skin, grating against her overheated flesh. Her nipples puckered under the shapeless gown and she averted her eyes in embarrassment, not wishing to reveal her arousal to him.
"Do not hide your arousal from me Lusty. It is to your advantage that I find you so appealing. It is something I would use for my gain."
"Strategic advice, General?" She probed.
"Of a sort, I suppose." He responded, running a hand down the length of her body.
The large, scarred hands were gentle and probing. He moved her shift up above her knees, exposing her bare thighs to his gaze. She felt him perusing her as if she was a trinket he was buying. His eyes possessed her from the tips of her toes up to where the shift ended, stopping only briefly at the bottom of the garment. He continued his lazy visual exploration of her assets, letting his eyes roam freely over her.
She suppressed a shiver at the heat she felt emanating from his survey. When he lifted the flimsy gown to display her mound, she felt exposed and vulnerable. She couldn't deny the evidence of her arousal on her clearly damp lips. Her pubic hair gave her away, curling up and shining in the dim light of the hall.
Using his knuckles he brushed a droplet of liquid threatening to drip off her. Bringing his knuckle to his lips, he licked the wetness off, closing his eyes as he had his first taste of her.
Lusty watched in fascination, desire swimming through her veins. When at last he opened his eyes, she was staring at his knuckle and feeling decidedly jealous. His lips had caressed that knuckle with such care, his tongue flicking out to catch the liquid, the pink tip stiffened so as not to lose a drop.
She licked her lips and tried to breathe normally but she was afraid that the image of him licking his knuckle was something she would never forget. The impact it had on her seemed farfetched even to her. But she was swollen with need and certain that if he didn't lick her intimate parts like he had his knuckle she would surely lose her mind.
"Come Lusty, I fear I must have you soon and I don't want our first time to be on the ground in the hallway, which is surely where we will end up if we don't stop this."
Immediately after moving away from her, she felt the loss of his heat. Walking into the lion's den, she knew she was a condemned woman but she followed him mutely into his chambers anyway, too far gone to care.
The room was glowing with soft light from the candles placed in their holders. She eyed the bedroom that she had been stranded in earlier. She had been too preoccupied with her predicament earlier to notice the fine furnishings gracing the large space. Her eye was immediately drawn to the monstrous four-poster bed surrounded by mosquito netting that was necessary for protection against disease in the islands.
While the hanging of the netting was a practical matter, she couldn't help but notice how it filtered the candlelight suffusing the room. The overall result was that it appeared to be exactly what it was, a bed in need of lovers.
Large masculine furniture dominated the rest of the area, with the exception of the fine linens on the bed. They were silk she was sure. Her fingers itched to touch the glossy wooden bed post; sure it would feel just as soft as the linens. She was pulled from her reverie by his command.
"Take off that horrible excuse of a dress, Lusty. I wish to examine my captive fully. Take it off slowly."
Take it off slowly. Yeah sure. Here she was more aroused than she had ever been in her life and he wanted her to disrobe slowly. Still she wanted him to look at her, all of her, and if he wanted her to strip slow, she would. She didn't have but the one item to take off so going slow was relative.
He walked over to the side chairs and casually removed his shirt. Placing it over a chair he removed his boots and the gear one must wear when a General. When he was stripped to the waist, he walked to the bed and positioned himself in a reclining mode.
Lusty only stared. Being a General to her meant that you got to give the orders and not go out in the field to fight, but his body was made for war. His shoulders were broad, the muscles rippling when he moved. His chest was covered with a fine mat of fur that tapered at his trim waist. His pants bulged where his erection was hidden.
"I'm waiting Lusty." He urged.
Lusty regained some of her senses and began to pull the shift up her thighs.
Gritting her teeth, she lifted the shift to reveal her thighs.
"Cup your breasts."
The man was accustomed to giving orders, that much was clear.
She reached up to cup the mounds of flesh underneath her cloth gown. She held them up, her puckered nipples poking the fabric. The candlelight behind her served to highlight her voluptuous form. The gently flared hips, the tiny waist and the full breasts cupped in her palms were all too clear.
"Lift up more of your dress, Lusty, show me that delicious pussy of yours. Want to know how I know it's delicious? Because I tasted some of that sweet juice you were offering in the hall. Soon I will taste all of you when you are coming in my mouth."
She lifted her gown again, slower this time, knowing that the candlelight behind her was giving him a delightful show. She parted her legs slightly to reveal the v between them. When the dress was above her hips, he ordered her to stop.
"Part your lips for me. I want to see the pink flesh of your pussy."
Using her elbows to secure the dress, she complied with his order, using both hands to open her most private parts to him. Her lips were slippery against her fingers, almost slipping out of her grasp. She was amazed at how wet she was considering she was a prisoner.
"Good girl. Oh my, Lusty. What a perfectly luscious mound you have. And you're so wet for me. I have to admit I like that. It will make it easier for you when I'm forcing my thick cock into your tight sheath."
Lusty gasped as his words sent a shock through her. Her vagina contracted and more wetness spilled out.
"Finish taking it off." He ordered.
Grateful to finally be able to take the hated gown off, she pulled it up and over her head, dropping the garment on the floor. She faced him completely naked, her nipples prickling against the cool air, and her body desperately in need.
"Good, Lusty, so very good. My God you have a beautiful body. I am looking forward to feeling you underneath me, taking all of my cock. You need a good fuck. I can see it on your face. You need to be used thoroughly. Come join me on the bed."
She couldn't deny that his words sent a thrill of desire through her. She had never been spoken to like this. She had been desired, she had been bedded, but she had never experienced this dark, sensuous ribbon of need sizzling through her blood. Slowly she walked towards the bed, feeling like she was in a trance.
Reclining on the bed, the General watched her every move. No part of her felt untouched by his eyes as she moved closer. When her knees bumped against the bed she stopped, unsure where she should go.
He reached out a hand to cup a heavy breast, testing the weight beneath his palm. The heat coming off of his hand penetrated her skin, warming her throughout. Soon the other hand joined with both breasts cupped tightly in his hands. She glanced up to study him as his hands explored her breasts.
He was not looking at her breasts as she thought he would be, but directly at her. He wanted to judge the impact he was having on her. She met his gaze evenly, praying that her eyes would not give away how his touch was affecting her.
His thumbs and forefingers found her nipples and pinched them lightly, his eyes never leaving hers. The deep gray of his eyes darkened when her nipples responded to his thumbs, his expression growing more intent.
Lusty struggled not to respond to him; hoping that if she proved herself a poor lover, he would leave her alone. She should have known better, one does not become a General if you are weak willed or prone to giving in easily.
When he twisted her nipples more firmly, pulling on them and watching in silent contemplation as they grew more puckered, her breathing went a little ragged. She couldn't control the way her breasts were responding, but she could damn well control every other response. She forced herself to take deep slow breaths, hoping he wouldn't notice her obvious distress.
He slid his hands down her torso, skimming the skin lightly. Reaching around her he cupped her bottom, kneading the softly rounded curves. Still refusing to drop her head, she glared at him as his hands took license with her body. He wasn't intimidated in the least, allowing what passed for a small smile to emerge.
She knew that her situation was hopeless and that she shouldn't anger this man, but Lusty would not willingly give up her freedom without a fight. And the smile he had briefly flashed at her was enough to get her blood up. That probably explained the venom in her voice when she finally spoke.
"Enjoying yourself General?"
"Ahh, you find this upsetting?."
"Upsetting? UPSETTING? Yes, it's upsetting. You are taking advantage of me, using me for your selfish sick purposes. You are a pig General! I don't want your hands on me." She pushed at the greedy hands consuming her flesh. He held tight, refusing to let go. "I demand that you release me this instant. I warn you, this has gone far enough. If you persist with this vile charade, I shall tell every government official I can get my hands on. They will converge on your island and investigate, is that what you want when you're trying to establish yourself as the ruler here? If you don't stop and release me now I will report you, is that understood General?" She sneered.
"Of course it's understood Lusty. That's why I've decided I must keep you here indefinitely. I can't risk having all those pesky officials running around on my island, asking questions and getting in the way." He used his grip on her buttocks to pull her closer, bringing her nipples closer to his mouth. "It's better this way. I will establish control on the island and release you when I no longer deem you a threat. But for now, you are mine and I never ask before taking what's mine."
Leaning into her breast, he suckled at one of her nipples. She wanted to push him away, her hands were poised at his shoulders ready to push should her mind give the command, but his grip on her waist and bottom discouraged her. He was much stronger than her. She was also distracted by the feel of his warm, wet tongue laving at her. Without realizing what she was doing, she arched forward, offering more.
He chuckled at her nipple.
"You may have harsh words for me, but your body says differently. Your nipple puckers against my tongue, and you move to accommodate me, even though your mouth argues against it."
Lusty immediately straightened, trying to remove her nipple from his mouth. He held fast, his lips sucking on her hard, and his body following her movements while his arms tightened around her. Ignoring the tugging on her nipple required a supreme effort, and she held out for as long as she could. But when he moved to the other nipple, she quickly began to cough to cover the groan that wanted to escape.
He simply continued ravaging her, taking turns now with each breast. Sucking and pulling on one, then twisting the other with his fingers. His hands were rough, the hands of a man used to working and working hard. But they only served to excite her further, the callused surfaces branding her skin.
He moved so fast, she barely had time to blink, tightening his hold on her waist and maneuvering her onto the bed on her back. The bedcovers were whisper soft against her skin. She closed her eyes and for a moment she could almost imagine she was somewhere else. But when she opened them, the first thing she saw was shiny reflective metal positioned above the bed. Although slightly distorted, she could see both of their figures in the reflection.
She turned away from the woman she saw there. The dark curling hair at her thighs, the nipples made rosy by his mouth, this was not who she was. She couldn't possibly be that wanton creature flushed with excitement on the bed. She glanced back at the ceiling of the bed and found his eyes mocking her in the reflection.
She tried to roll over, anything to avoid having to see what he was going to do to her, but he wouldn't allow it. He clamped a leg over her thigh and reached for her hands, bringing them over her head.
"Keep your eyes on us, Lusty. I won't accept you not looking, is that understood?" He asked sarcastically, mimicking her earlier question.
"You may think you have won General, you may think that you can control my every movement, but you will not have all of me. What's inside me is mine, and your vileness will not taint what is inside me. So go ahead and tell me what to do and abuse my body, I will leave here knowing that when you die by my hand it will give me great satisfaction." Defiantly she stared back at him.
He threw back his head and laughed. He was laughing at her. She pretended not to be startled at hearing his laugh, full and robust and full of genuine mirth.
"So naïve. Your words are certainly brave, and I commend you. No other woman would dare defy me so recklessly." Using the fingers of his free hand he grasped her chin and lifted her gaze to their reflections. "Perhaps I should teach you what the islanders do to their women when they are too cheeky for their own good."
"What, rape? Gee, thanks General, but I'm already being subjected to that, don't you think?" She practically spat at him.
"Believe me when I tell you that there are worse things than being raped in this world, Lusty."
"Is that a threat General? Going to kill me and toss me into the ocean? Going to torture me until I beg for your mercy?"
"No Lusty, I mean you no harm. You are my captive until it is safe to release you, but I have seen many things in this world, brutal things. Enjoying the company of a beautiful woman in my bedchambers seems like a small crime in comparison."
"Unless you're that woman, here against her will, I might add."
"Still you will do as I say while you are here; to do otherwise would be foolish for you in your position. Remember that my soldiers would willingly take my place should you displease me overly much."
"You wouldn't dare!" She hissed, trying to wiggle her chin out of his hold.
"Well." He paused, presumably to think. "No, not until I've had my fill of you. I don't wish to cause you harm Lusty, but I will if you continue to defy me. I suggest you try and enjoy what will happen between us and make no mistake it will happen."
She said nothing, but she could tell her struggles were exciting him if the size of the erection butting into her leg was any indication. He was not accustomed to women opposing his touch. His pant covered leg completely covered her naked one, and using his foot he pinned her other leg down, opening her pussy up to him.
"I must ask your forgiveness in one area though, I fear. I'm not usually so clumsy a lover that I let my partners pleasure me without at least returning the pleasure. So I feel I owe you for your wonderful performance in the dining hall. You have a very hot mouth. I can almost feel it now, wrapping around my cock and sucking me into your throat." He skimmed a hand over her stomach, drawing closer to her mound.
Her skin seemed to have a mind of its own, jumping when his fingers grazed her pubic hair. The grip on her wrists loosened somewhat, but still did not allow her any movement. She was frustrated at the firm hold he had on her and didn't bother to try and conceal it.
"You can get as flustered as you like, in fact, it excites me on to watch you struggle like you are now. You eyes turn this wonderful shade of amber, and your body is flushed with your righteous indignation. I love it. Keep struggling, Lusty, but don't stop looking at what I'm doing to your body."
Flushing, she refused to look at him, even when his eyes bored into her. Trying desperately to look anywhere but at him and the ceiling she moved her eyes back and forth trying to find a safe place to look, but he wouldn't let her, grabbing her chin again and forcing it up.
Obeying him even though it galled her immensely, she glanced up at the ceiling quickly and looked away even faster. She would obey but not the way he intended. The quick glance she had caught on the bed's ceiling was enough to tell her that she didn't want to look. The fleeting glimpse of a woman who looked thoroughly aroused, her body soft and pliant, and the large man poised over her did nothing to soothe her tattered nerves.
"Keep looking Lusty."
She refused to look until his grip on her chin grew painful. Sighing inwardly, she returned her eyes to the ceiling while his hand continued its lazy exploration of her. When he came to her mound he caressed the soft lips between her thighs, running a finger up and down her opening. Finding the folds of her lips, he parted them, exposing her fully to his gaze and that of the unforgiving eyes of the ceiling reflection.
Lusty couldn't deny her fascination as she watched his hand weave a spell on her. The reflection showed her pussy as someone else would see it. She had never seen herself like this before and the thought of it caused her to quiver inwardly. The scene looking down at her gave her a different perspective, affording her a view many did not or could not ever see. She could see when her pussy clenched and feel it at the same time, she could feel his fingers probing her, and see the strong hand disappearing between her folds. The sight was disturbingly erotic.
Cupping her mound tightly, he pulled back until her clit was riding on her pubic bone, applying excruciating pressure on the nub. He used his fingers to part her lips, pulling back on her mound at the same time. She felt stretched and open, her clit throbbing from the pressure he exerted. The way he gaped her lips open was obscene, yet she felt her pulse quicken at the sight.
She continued to watch as he raided her pussy, familiarizing himself with her pouty outer lips, stretching out the inner ones, and rimming her opening. It was vulgar and completely wrong for him to be touching her like this and for her to be watching. His fingers slid down her slit, coated by her wetness and she realized vulgar or not, she was more than ready for him.
His hand stilled on her pussy and she arched up. She didn't want him to stop. She was humiliated to admit that, even to herself. His large hand stayed motionless on top of her mound, warm and heavy but still. She squirmed under the toasty presence, hoping he would continue his explorations but he only watched as her frustration mounted.
Without warning he moved, removing his hand from her wet curls and reaching over the bed towards something on the floor. He came up with a rope that was attached to the bed. Lusty's temper grew as she realized what he had planned.