Sorcerer's Treasure Ch. 07

"Keep your hands above your head, and I may forgive your earlier transgressions," he stated as his pace increased. Her breasts were not the only thing that jiggled with his thrusts, and she was reminded constantly of her aching hardness as it bounced with his thrusts, hitting his stomach when he leaned over to place kisses along her face.

To her surprise, and immense relief, he removed her gag, so that he could kiss her lips. She gave his lower lip a sharp bite, earning her breast a light slap as he looked down at her.

"There is feistiness, and there is defiance. You will learn the fine line between the two, and I certainly hope to see more of the former in the future. We will work on the latter."

Her breathing had become too ragged at that point for her to make out a coherent response, and she stiffened as he let out a groan, the familiar sensation of his seed filling her accompanying this, and she clenched around him involuntarily, letting out a gasp and whimper, her fingers tangling in her own hair. She could feel a drip of precum seeping from her turgid flesh, biting back a groan of frustration as she felt it bead before starting to ooze down the top side of the crown.

Cedric remained within her for several moments, looking down at her, his hands on the outside of her thighs as his breathing slowed. She didn't doubt that he could feel at least some of the vibration that she was subject to, and wiggled against him. Silently, he reached down to her cock, lightly flicking the tip with his finger.

"Please, let me... I need to..." She breathed in frustration and pent-up desire.

Remaining inside of her, he leaned in to give her a deep, passionate kiss. When he broke it, he whispered into her ear, nibbling along her earlobe.

"I needed you, but you weren't here," he retorted as he reached down to massage a breast. At that, bitterness rose in Delia's throat, burning it like bile. She took a sharp breath before she brought her arms down, jamming her elbows against his shoulder.

"To hell with what you need!" she snapped at him, seeing his startled look before he winced in pain. "You have no care what I need! Get off me! Now!"

Suddenly, the vibration stopped, much to her relief, before he pulled out of her, staring down at her. She refused to be cowed, and glared back at him fiercely.

"Is that what you think?" he asked in a low voice.

"Go to hell, Cedric. You know it's true. Ever since you took me, it's always been about you. What YOU want, what YOU need."

"That is not true!" he protested. "I've given you great pleasure!"

"On your terms, not mine. You tell me that you know what I need, but you never ask me what I might want or be in the mood for!" She pulled herself up to a sitting position, blinking back tears, her emotions tumbling out as she was finally able to voice her frustrations. "And I absolutely hate it! I hate how you're punishing me for simply not doing what you demand! I hate you!"

As the words tumbled out of her mouth, she was gratified to see him wince again as she made her final declaration.

"You can't mean that. Everything I've done for us..."

"No! Everything you've done is for you! You gagged me tonight so I couldn't protest against your scolding! All I am to you is a slave, to bow to your whims, to obey your demands, to be a means to your pleasure!"

Having just been on his knees, Cedric sunk down, resting on the balls of his feet as he placed his hands on his knees, seeming somewhat confused.

"That's not what I... no. I want you, but... I..."

"Well, I don't want you. I don't want any of this!" She held up her wrists. "I respected you once, and now I can't even..." She gave out an angry groan, looking away.

Without a word, he rose to his feet and left the room. Delia's heart thudded in fear, wondering if he was going to find a way to punish her further. She started to slide off the bed, her hands shaking as she fumbled to undo the buckle on one wrist binding.

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Cedric entered his washroom, where there was a copper bathtub full of water. He'd had the servants fill it with eater earlier that afternoon, and approached the vessel, looking down at it. It was roomy for one person, and was large enough to fit two, if just a bit snugly. He took a deep breath, calling upon the reserve of magic within him, pressing his palm to the metal and focusing his power through it, feeling the copper heat up under his hand.

Though Fire was not his native element, he was a skilled and clever enough magician that he could tap into any of the elements, provided that he had enough reserve magic to do so. The act of heating up water in a tub was a simple enough task for him as he'd done it plenty of times before, and within several moments, steam rose from the water's surface in wisps.

When he returned to the bedchamber, he saw Delia sitting at the edge of the bed, her wrist free from one cuff, her hands already at work on the other one. Her head snapped up as he cleared his throat, and she shrunk back a bit.

A pang of regret pierced his heart, and he held back a sigh. "Let me take these off you," he said in the gentlest tone he could muster, approaching her. Her arm was stiff as he took hold of her forearm, as if she was ready at any moment to flee. Saying nothing, he removed the cuff before kneeling down to remove the ones at her ankles.

He scooped her up in his arms, feeling her become even more rigid than before, almost like a statue. When he looked down at her, her face was turned away from him. He pressed his lips gently to her temple, but she made no response.

Entering the washroom, he gently lowered her to her feet for several moments, bending her over his arm so that he could remove the plug from her pert rear end. There was an almost imperceptible relaxing through her body, and he set the toy aside. He picked her up again before he deposited her in the tub before sitting near the back of it, seeing he mess of loose dark waves that cascaded down her shoulders. He ran his fingers along it, brushing it from her neck before resting his hand on her shoulder. She flinched away.

"Delia..." he sighed. "I promised you before I wouldn't ever hurt you."

"You did hurt me," came the response in a low, angry hiss. He closed his eyes for a moment before he opened them. Not one to simply admit that he made a mistake, Cedric's stubborn pride refused to allow him to issue a real response to that.

He picked up a sponge, and soaked it into the bathwater before he lifted Delia's hair from her shoulders, massaging her with the sponge. She remained stiff, but to his relief, she did not climb out of the tub or otherwise attempt to stop him. After a while, when it was obvious that a massage was not going to calm her, he set aside the sponge and let his bare hand slide along her shoulder. Having rolled up his sleeves, his hand slid down her front, dipping into the hot water as his fingers slid along her stomach. He heard her breath hitch in her throat.

"Shh. I know you ache, allow me to relieve it," he whispered, leaning in a bit so he could reach her more easily. His chin rested lightly on her shoulder as he found her hard flesh, feeling its needy throb within his fist. His pumps were slow and languid at first, massaging her, but he did not prolong this treatment anymore than what was absolutely necessary, his pace quickening within several minutes. A soft moan escaped her throat, and he kissed the area where her neck met her shoulder.

"That's it, my love. Let it go..." His hand moved in a smooth and swift pace, and he could feel her arch against him, the back of her head pressing against his shoulder. Her hands clutched on the sides of the tub and forming a white-knuckled grip before she gave out a sudden cry, spilling her essence into the water. He continued to pump, at a gentler pace now, as he hummed into her ear, his other hand loosely wrapped around her shoulder.

Slowly, her grip on the edges of the tub relaxed, and her breathing slowed. As if she realized where she was, and who she was with, she stiffened again, pulling away from him. He relinquished his hold on her.

"You are free to soak in the tub for as long as you like. You know where the supplies are," he murmured as he rose to his feet. She did not acknowledge this statement, but he knew she heard him, and he retreated from the room.

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Wow. This chapter was not easy for me to write. I don't mean that in a bad or negative way. Normally, I don't go into this kind of thing, but I wanted to push myself, and see how well I could pull this off. I want to write a variety of stories, instead of just the same thing over and over like I've seen some authors do, so it took a lot of thought and planning to figure out where this story should go, and what should happen between Cedric and Delia. I have several surprises in store and I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! As always, feedback is more than welcome and appreciated!