Sorcerer's Treasure Ch. 06

She blinked back tears as she looked back at him, seeing the smug smirk on his face. He was dressed comfortably, in a loose white linen undershirt with a darker overshirt that was either very dark green or blue, if not black; it was hard to tell in the semidarkness.

"There are things I enjoy doing, and things I've wanted to try with you, but had not yet had the chance to do so, since I was taking my time with you. I think tonight is just as good a night as any to try a few of these things..."

No, no. Why me, Delia thought with a small whimper as he approached her. He knelt down, and removed her boots and stockings before sliding his hands up her dress, lifting the hem as he found the waistband of her pants. In such cold weather, many women took to wearing leggings or pants under their dresses, and Delia was no exception.

She shook her head with another whimper as Cedric slid the garment down her legs, the dress dropping back down in place as he tossed the pants aside.

"Plead all you want, Delia, but I have been lonely these last few nights without you to keep me company... how could you choose to go out in the blizzard rather than share the warmth of my bed?" he chided. She glared at him, unable to form a coherent response.

He reached up her dress again, his hands sliding along her bare legs as he did so, his eyes half-lidded as he took in the sensation of her flesh, and Delia could only stare at him with apprehension as she felt his hands reach up to cup her behind before he made short work of her undergarments. Another pleading sound came from behind the gag, and she tried to wiggle backwards, but the chain held her where she was, giving her no slack.

"I can see that I won't be able to so easily remove the rest of your clothing, so I guess I will need to cut it away."

A horrified gasp was partly muffled by the gag, but both of them heard it clearly enough, and he grinned at her before he slid a knife from the inside of his overshirt. It was a small one, and the polished metal gleamed in the firelight. Delia shook her head again, instinctively shying away as the blade approached her.

"Be still, Delia. I promised you would never come to harm at my hands, and I am a man of my word."

A tear slid down her cheek as the knife touched the front of her dress, and Cedric dragged it down in a smooth gesture, bisecting the garment from collar to hips, the fabric falling open to reveal her breast bindings.

"Mmm. A tempting sight you are, bound and looking like that," Cedric stated, stroking his goatee as he took a step back to admire his handiwork. Oh, how she wanted to slap that smug smile off his face... perhaps if she kicked him in the groin, that would make it clear to him just what she thought of him and this situation...

"Of course, what's even better than the sight of you, is the feel of you," Cedric commented as he closed the distance between their bodies, his free hand sliding up her side to come to rest on one breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. She managed to bite back a moan, and looked away resolutely as his hand slid up her throat to cup her face, touching the cheek that was turned away from him. She closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her other cheek, his warm breath tickling her ear as he nibbled along it.

"I have missed you too much, Delia," he whispered, stroking the bridge of her cheek with his thumb.

"U haak uh eeeaaaah ayyy ah oeeeen eeeeh." You have a strange way of showing it. Damn, if she could only speak! She felt the tug of the dress's material at her shoulders and sides as Cedric took hold of the garment, cutting down the rest of the way, baring her lower half to him. Though she had nothing Cedric hadn't seen, she still blushed afresh as she felt his hand slide down to gently cup her groin. Her breath hitched in her throat as he gently grasped her cock, stroking it to full hardness.

"Have you missed this?" he whispered, teasing her with languid strokes, each caress sending a fresh ache through her, especially since she knew that tonight would not be one in which she could achieve release so easily. His hand slid past the base of her organ, finding her other sex and stroking her outer labia as she bit back a whimper. She buried her face against her arm as he slid a finger, then another, inside of her, wiggling them around and causing her to twist around and arch. Expertly, he plumbed her depths, rubbing against the spot deep within that caused a moan to explode from her throat despite her efforts to remain silent.

"How I have ached to feel you around me, and against me." He pressed against that spot one last time before his fingers slid out, and he brought them to his lips. "Why would you deny me, my darling?"

Delia twisted her arms, but of course, the restraints didn't give, not that she really expected them to. She felt the fabric around her breasts tighten for a moment before it fell away, and opened her eyes to see Cedric looking down at her. Bound and unable to speak, Delia felt more vulnerable than she'd ever had, and it was a decidedly uncomfortable feeling. She wondered if Cedric had ever been in her position, bound for someone else's pleasure.

Now there's a thought, she mused, before she was brought back to reality by the feeling of a thumb rubbing her nipple. She looked him in the eyes as he did this, and even though his face was mostly obscured in shadow, she could still see a ghost of a smirk on his face.

"Did you miss me?" he purred as he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, and she bit into the gag, the nub of flesh hard under his touch. He tugged at it several times before going to the other nipple, giving it similar treatment. She could feel the fabric of his shirt brush against the tip of her erection, and she curled her toes against the rug.

Cedric stepped back again, silhouetted in the firelight. She let out a small whimper, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Do you have any idea of the effect you have on me?" he asked.

Why do you keep asking me questions when you know very well I can't answer them, you stupid bastard, she silently raged. She took a deep breath, praying for the night to be over quickly. Her nipples were taut, and her erection ached as did her womanhood. Cedric was a master of erotic torment. A frustrated whine made its way past the gag, and she tilted her chin, hoping he would take the hint and remove the gag, if he really wanted an answer to his questions.

If he caught on, he showed no sign of it as he started to slice along the sleeves of her dress so that he could remove it, leaving her completely naked. She trembled as he walked in a slow circle around her, his fingers trailing along her stomach, rear end, and back.

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I got several GREAT comments in the feedback from the last chapter. I don't want to say who or what, since that might be too spoiler-y, but I can say that these comments hit the nail right on the head.

Don't worry, the sizzling action will continue in the next chapter, the original chapter was getting too long so I had to split it up. I will post the next chapter as soon as I finish it. As always, feedback is very much appreciated.