Wild Desire Ch. 08

Daniella knelt on hands and knees on the bed with her eyes squeezed shut, attempting to patiently follow her Lord's orders. When she had first heard that dark, commanding tone in his voice, her mind had run wild and her body had broken out in anticipatory goosebumps.

She wasn't sure how long he'd been gone from the room. The longer she waited, the more her mind wandered away from what his plans for her were. Since Hemlock and Oleander had left, things between them had been different.

She wasn't sure the right word for it. She settled on "nice." Her Lord had been sweet and loving, especially when it came to sex. Nice was nice. Nice was fine. Nice was also boring and predictable and nothing like her Lord.

She was starting to feel like something between them was broken. Her Lord had been treating her like she was fragile and one clumsy touch would shatter her forever. She wondered if he had forgotten how much she loved a bit of danger, how much she loved to be commanded and denied. Every time he got within one hundred feet of a boundary he would pull back and sink into cozy niceness.

She was beyond frustrated. She had tried to reassure him that she was fine. She had told him that she trusted him and that she liked the games they played. Nothing seemed to get through. She sighed. Maybe it was time for more drastic measures.

"Good girl," he whispered next to her ear, making her jump. She hadn't heard him coming. The breath against her cheek sent little electric shocks down her neck.

Keeping her eyes closed, Daniella lifted her face to nuzzle her Lord's cock. She knew she was technically violating his "stay still" order, but at least she was still keeping her eyes closed. His hard cock pulsed against her and she brushed it with her lips, silently asking for more.

"Open," he said.

She leaned forward and swallowed him in one stroke. Her Lord groaned and ran a soft hand through her hair. He pulled out and stroked back in gently, stopping well short of her throat. Daniella wanted to scream. He was holding back again.

She let him slide in and out of her mouth, flicking the head of his cock with her tongue. Deliberately, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. She trailed a hand up his inner thigh and gripped his balls. Holding his gaze, she began tugging his balls as he thrust into her, trying to force him deeper into her throat. He hissed and his eyes darkened.

The Lord managed to hold back for a few strokes, fully aware of what she was doing. His first instinct was to wipe the smug smirk off Daniella's face, to punish her and tease her and reduce her to nothing. Quick on its heels was the guilty reminder that he needed to treat her right, to treat her like she was precious and worthy.

He almost cringed with shame as he remembered some of the things he done — and things he'd been tempted to do — while Hemlock and Oleander had been visiting. Their visit had brought memories to the surface that he had suppressed nearly to the point of forgetting. Forgetfulness was nowhere near forgiveness, not for the things he had done with Hemlock and Oleander.

She arched an eyebrow at him as she pulled on his balls, squeezing him tight enough to be uncomfortable. He gasped again and winced with discomfort. She was daring him to punish her. His cock twitched. For a moment he was torn. He had been so careful for weeks. He had shoved down the urge to dominate and control. He had held his hands back from spanking and teasing, had put their toys in a box far out of sight. He had told himself that his dark urges had no place in a relationship with Daniella. He had told himself to just be normal, full of joy and light and gentleness.

She gave him a hard glare as she squeezed his balls, and a dam broke within him. He snatched her hand away from his balls, placing it back on the bed with a command to stay. The Lord pulled his cock from her mouth and yanked her back by her hair. She squeaked in surprise and pain, but her eyes blazed with excitement. He smiled wickedly at her.

He considered what he wanted to do with her. Her behavior couldn't go unchecked, but he needed to be careful. He spun her around and pushed her face down onto the bed. He loved this view of her perfect, round ass and narrow waist, loved seeing her bent over in submission to him.

"Count," he said curtly. He spanked her right cheek, holding his strength in check.

"One," she sang out in a carefree, lilting voice. His nostrils flared at her taunting tone. He hit her again, this time a bit harder. She huffed out a small gasp but her voice was still saucy when she counted out two. He narrowed his eyes at her. She was really asking for it.

He rained blow after blow down on her, alternating between each cheek and the backs of her thighs. By the time he'd reached fifteen her counting slurred together with her moans. He kept going until she was nothing but moans and shudders. He paused to admire his handiwork. Her ass was a bright shade of pink. She was a mess, barely able to stay upright in her kneeling position.

The Lord reached down and stroked his aching cock. Daniella's pussy was sopping wet. He could see the sheen of her juices coating her inner thighs. Part of him wanted desperately to bury himself in her. He allowed himself a few more strokes and then forced himself to stop. All the devious daydreams he had been ignoring and putting off for weeks demanded to be let loose. Oh yes, he had a few things he wanted to do with her tonight.

He knelt on the floor, bringing his face level with her backside. He licked up the inside of her thigh. Her natural scent was intoxicating and her moans were music. He ran his tongue over her opening and delved in, devouring her in a sloppy kiss. She moaned and thrust backward into him and he smacked her hip in reprimand.

He kept licking her, working his way upward toward his destination. Daniella sucked in a nervous breath as she realized where he was going.

"Lord?" she whispered, her voice a bit shaky. "I've never — I don't —"

He smiled in between licks at her panic. "Quiet. Stay still," he ordered. She stilled as best she could, but her body was still trembling. He licked up her crack, savoring the long moan it drew from her as he rasped across her rosebud.

He licked her again and she cried out brokenly. He laved her, running his tongue over every inch of her until she sounded completely wrecked. She was trembling and moaning, so close to the edge he was fairly certain she'd come with the barest touch to her clit. He pulled back, enjoying the view.

"Do you want more, Dani?" he crooned.

Daniella's closed eyes fluttered when he spoke to her. Her internal struggle was plain to see on her expressive face. He ran a finger down her ass, watching as she warred with herself over whether the pleasure was worth the shame of her Lord touching her so intimately. He repeated the motion, drawing a gasp and a whispered "yes" from her.

"Hold yourself open, Little One," he commanded. She reached back with shaky hands and placed them on her cheeks, barely spreading them.

"Wider."

She shuddered and buried her face in the bedsheets. He smiled as she opened herself for him, her face and neck blushing bright red. He buried his face in her, alternating between licking her dripping pussy and delving his tongue into her sensitive ass. He felt her tense as her orgasm approached and pulled away abruptly, denying her again.

She groaned but stayed still and held herself open obediently. The Lord produced a plug from thin air and oiled it up. He slid one hand over her clit and held it there. She tensed again, now holding her breath with the effort of not moving against his hand. He smiled and slid his tongue back into her welcoming ass. She was opening up perfectly. He drew back and began rubbing her clit in lazy circles. Her body shook.

"You may come when the plug is all the way in," he said. She nodded against the bed. He thought about making her respond verbally, but decided to go easy on her. It had been a long time since they'd really played, after all. He began working the plug in time to the slow rhythm he was working her clit. He marveled at how pliant she was in his hands. He felt the first ring of resistance give way almost immediately, and watched wide-eyed as the plug sank into her. She shuddered, teetering on the edge of her orgasm. His slow pace on her clit was holding her back.

He frowned a bit at how easily she had taken the plug. He tapped it gently, willing it to expand inside her. He rubbed her clit as the plug grew inside her sensitive ass. She screamed out her orgasm, suspended between the incredible fullness in her ass and the sudden attack on her clit.

The Lord pumped the toy into her ass as she rode out her orgasm. When her shudders had finally subsided he pushed the plug all the way in again and rolled her onto her back.

Her flushed face was beautiful. The Lord was overcome with pure joy. He felt complete for the first time in weeks. He crawled over her body and knelt over her, pinning her arms to her sides. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed but willing. He stroked himself and she opened her mouth, offering more to him. He stroked once, twice. He had been on the edge of shattering for so long. The sight of her mouth hanging open for him sent him right over the edge on the third stroke. He shot with a shout, painting her face and mouth with pearly cum.

Daniella licked her lips, taking his essence in. Her Lord leaned down and kissed her long and hard, tasting himself on her. Daniella ran her hands through his hair and caressed his pointed ears, drawing a growl from him. Eventually they drew apart, panting.

He asked "Was that all right?" just as she said, "God, I needed that."

He laughed, his eyes sparkling. Daniella laughed along with him. Just like that, everything fell back into its place between them. He produced a warm, damp cloth and cleaned her up. Daniella reached to take out the plug and he stopped her hand.

"Leave it," he said, his eyes glinting devilishly. "We are not finished yet, Dani."

Daniella glanced toward the window. The sun was setting and it would be time for dinner soon. He caught her look and nodded in confirmation. He was going to make her wear the plug to dinner. Daniella's cheeks heated. She opened her mouth to object and caught the glint in her Lord's eye. She had pushed him to play with her. She shouldn't complain now that he was pushing back.

At dinner Daniella sat next to her Lord on floor cushions in a cozy nook of the Meeting Tree. He was enjoying her obvious discomfort. Occasionally he would make the plug vibrate in her ass. He particularly loved doing it when she was talking with someone, watching her struggle to give nothing away.

A few times she caught Feldspar watching them. He always looked away quickly when she caught him. She didn't think he could help himself. When it came to her and Feldspar, the elephant in the room was practically dancing the can-can, demanding they acknowledge it. After so many years of having the Lord as the third in his and Gneiss' sex life, he was taking their new relationship hard. Despite his mooning, Daniella couldn't find it in herself to feel bad for asking her Lord be faithful only to her.

She could barely find it in herself to pay attention to anything beyond her gnawing hunger. Her Lord had lit a fire in her and had been stoking it all night with little jolts and buzzes from the toy inside her. She squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the pressure on her clit. He caught her unfocused eyes and smirked at her. She bit her lip, silently begging him to take her back to bed.

He made her wait another hour. She lost the thread of conversation enough times that Nephrite had given up talking to her and Feldspar was almost crying with suppressed laughter at her expense. When her Lord finally rose from his seat she didn't dare hope.

Daniella couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his pants. Her eyes flicked up to his, trying to guess whether he wanted to take her more than he wanted to torture her. He smirked at her and made the plug vibrate. She closed her eyes and held her breath, lost in the sensations wracking her body. Warm hands lifted her to her feet. Her Lord wrapped her in his arms and tipped them through swirling, tilting space. When Daniella opened her eyes they were in his bedroom.

"On your knees," he said huskily, pushing her to kneel on the bed.

Daniella complied immediately. Her Lord trailed a hand up her inner thigh and over her pussy. Her moans turned into a groan as he continued up to the plug and slowly pulled it out. She shuddered at the overwhelming sensation. She felt so empty and needy.

He climbed up onto the bed and knelt in front of her. She licked her lips unconsciously as his cock came level with her face. He stroked his length slowly, teasing her. Daniella looked up into his eyes. They were deep evergreen, almost black.

"Do you know what I plan to do with this, Dani?" he purred, his eyes half-lidded as he slowly jerked himself. She shook her head, a hundred possibilities warring for space in her imagination.

"I will give you a hint. It is something new, something I saved." He trailed a finger down her back, making her shiver as he stopped short of her achingly empty hole. She lifted her hips, silently begging him to keep going. He murmured his approval.

"Open," he said curtly. She obeyed and he shoved his cock all the way in with one stroke. She gagged as he hit her throat. He pulled back and repeated the motion, this time pulling her hair for leverage. Daniella's eyes watered and she swallowed, drawing a low groan from him. She watched him as he used her. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back in pure enjoyment. She loved seeing the shudder that went through him when she swallowed around him or flicked the head of his cock.

He pulled out, his cock slick with drool and precum. Daniella drew in a shaky breath and leaned after his retreating cock. He jerked her hair, reminding her to stay where he had put her. He moved behind her. Daniella tensed, suddenly unsure.

He stroked a soothing hand down her back. "Are you nervous, Dani?" She nodded slightly.

"I have been looking forward to this," he whispered. "I saved this." Daniella understood the unspoken second half of her Lord's thought. He hadn't wanted this to be another "first" that they had had due to the need to entertain Hemlock and Oleander. He had wanted this first to be pure, to be only for them. Her eyes prickled with sudden emotion.

"When I am all the way in you, you may come freely," he continued. "And nervous though you are, you will come, Dani." She shivered at the teasing, confident tone in his voice. She didn't have words. Instead she leaned back and let her shoulders drop, offering her trusting submission silently.

She felt slicked fingers at her back entrance and shivered. He sank two fingers in, drawing a keening moan from her. She rested her head on the bed, giving him full control. He moved his fingers purposefully, scissoring in and out, ensuring she was slick and ready.

Too soon he withdrew his hand and she felt something much larger against her hole. Daniella held her breath. He waited, and waited longer. Finally she let out her breath and he sank into her millimeter by millimeter.

She had expected pain. This was so much more than that. It was extreme and overwhelming and delicious. It burned, but the burn was quickly replaced by heat.

She groaned, unsure whether it was too much or not enough. Her Lord cursed under his breath and paused partway in. He pulled her up by her hair, making her kneel upright against him. Daniella leaned back against his shoulder, barely aware of anything beside the overwhelming fullness in her body.

He kissed down the side of her neck to a sensitive spot near her collarbone. He bit and sucked her there and she writhed against him. The caress of his tongue and lips mixed with the pain of his bite and her brain short-circuited. She went limp in his arms, moaning breathily.

"Need to feel you," he mumbled against her neck. "Need to feel you so I can make it good for you." She barely registered the words. It was only when he had stopped kissing her neck that she realized he was asking permission for something. She made a sound of protest and nodded furiously. She had no clue was he was waiting for. She just needed him to keep going.

A sharp pain at her neck brought her momentarily out of her hazy bliss. Her eyes shot open and a short exclamation of surprise escaped her. Had he bitten her? Cut her? As soon as the pain had come, it disappeared to her Lord's eager lips against the spot, laving her tenderly, and his hand resuming a lazy arc over her clit.

Her Lord kissed back up her neck, pausing to nibble her ear and whisper how badly he wanted her. He leaned her back and kissed her hungrily. His lips were smooth and sweet as honey with just the barest hint of copper interlaced. A distant, detached part of her wondered if it was blood she tasted.

He drew in a shaky breath and the rest of the way in slowly. Every time she started feeling the least bit uncomfortable he paused to let her relax. Soon he was seated all the way inside her. Their moans and gasps intermixed as their bodies began to move slowly in concert with each other. When he was all the way in he rubbed her clit lazily. She pressed back on him, moaning softly at the wondrous mix of sensations.

He withdrew at a glacial pace until he was hovering at her entrance. He licked at the tender spot on her neck and slid back in, fractionally faster. Daniella groaned against him and bared the side of her neck. He kissed her there again before pulling back out and plunging back in again. He pushed her down back onto her hands and knees, drawing a gasp from her at the changed angle.

That one gasp undid him. He rolled smoothly in and out, pounding into her relentlessly. He pushed and pushed her body, until she couldn't think of anything except reaching the next peak. She lost count of her orgasms, which blended together in an unending wave. He spent himself in her with a string of panted curses that blurred into a low moan.

He slid out of her and collapsed onto his back next to her. Daniella admired him, so radiant with satisfaction and joy. His eyes were closed and a smile played across his open, panting mouth. He sprawled with one arm open for her to snuggle. When she didn't immediately collapse into his arms he squinted one eye open. Dani smiled at his grumpy expression. She dropped down and curled up against him, sighing with delight as he wrapped an arm tightly around her to sleep.

As the weeks passed, the Lord delighted in exploring all the "firsts" he could think of with Daniella. He had been almost giddy when he had come up with the idea for the day. He glanced back at Daniella as they scaled a steep trail. She was adorable in simple hiking clothes, her hair tied up practically. It struck him how human she looked, and yet how at home she was in the Wood. He forced himself to look ahead again when she caught him staring.

"Where are you taking me this time?" she asked. He smiled over his shoulder at her. They'd been hiking uphill steadily for two hours and she wasn't even out of breath. He loved that they were so evenly matched.

"Patience," he replied. "We are not far now."

Daniella trotted forward a few steps and slid her hand into his. He squeezed her fingers companionably. He glanced down at her. He didn't want to miss the look on her face when she saw it.

They rounded a bend in the trail and Daniella's breath caught. Ahead of them the trail dropped down into a lush gully filled with a riot of different ecosystems. Directly in front of her stood a patch of high mountain forest, all craggy pine trees and crisp, cool air. The floor of the gully was carpeted with thick jungle, all rubber trees and vines and rhododendrons and orchids. There was a patch of meadow filled with wildflowers, and a patch of fog-blanketed scrub bushes and dune grass.