This fic contains adult material! some light bondage, ( more than my norm), and extreme OOC on both Quatre’s and Dorothy’s part. Quatre is very dark in this fic.. and Dorothy is very pleased.. :P Please, be warned.. some of it might be rough, but she IS enjoying herself.. (I know cause I’m the author) :) Please do not flame me if you don’t like this type of fic.. merely hit your back button and go on to another story. I repeat.. this is NOT RAPE. It’s bondage. If you don’t know the difference.. well.. rape is non-consensual.. bondage is a welcome act, ranging from just a game to an actual lifestyle between two people who trust each other, and is highly aroused by each other. :)
Thank you,
Leeko
Mastering the War Maiden
by Caliko
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She stood in front of the mirror, ignoring my presence as she brushed out her blond hair with the silver backed brush. I watched as she flipped her hair over her head, paying attention to the underside of the flaxen silk. She was determined to pretend that I wasn’t there. I was determined to prove that she couldn’t ignore me.
I could feel the smugness in her heart, the daring wickedness tempting her to go further. Giving in, she started to unbutton the blouse, brushing her fingertips over the tops of her snowy mounds. Her eyes met mine in the glass as she silently threw out the dare.
Wordlessly, I walked over, capturing her hands in one of mine. I pulled them behind her back, emphasizing her vulnerability to my presence.
"I’m not a young boy to be teased, Dorothy." I stated, warning her with that one sentence that she will have hell to pay.
I used a silk scarf to tie her hands high up against her back. She hissed with the sudden pain, still not cowered.
:::She still see’s the boy.. doesn’t realize that the man is harder.::: I thought, enjoying the flavor of her arousal in my mind. :::She likes it rough.:::
Her nipples pushed up against the silk of her blouse, dark circles showing through the gossamer web. I slid her tight pants down off of her legs, letting her lean against me as she stepped out.
My fingers hooked against the sheer silk of her underwear, pulling them tight against her musky wetness. She let her head fall against my shoulder, surprised when I pulled away.
"No." I told her, meeting her eyes in the mirror once more. "Watch us."
Her eyes fell to my hands as I finished unbuttoning her blouse. I Pushed it off of her shoulders, allowing it to drape from her tied wrists. She stood before me, proud and haughty, as if she were the conqueror.
:::Perhaps she was...::: I thought, running my palm lightly over her nipples. They tightened under my hands and I could not resist pinching them to see how she would react.
Dorothy closed her eyes, arching as I tugged on the fleshy globes. Her moans sounded in my ear, encouraging me to go further.
"Do you want me to stop, Dorothy?" I asked, already knowing her answer.
"No, Quatre. Please, don’t stop." She begged, reaching with her bound hands to free my hardness.
"Then watch. Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror unless I tell you to."
She kept her gaze on her reflection, but continued to play games with my rod. I felt myself grow in her expert hands, and pulled back.
:::I won’t let her lead me!::: I raged inside my head, sick with the war games she played. I pulled back, asking her, "Did I tell you to touch me?"
I waited for her hands to pull away before I continued my well thought out torture. The silk of her underwear was soaked with her juices, proof that she was indeed enjoying herself.
I ripped the delicate material from her body, still insistent that she watch everything I do to her. Today, I would conquer the valkrye and make her my willing slave.
I parted her lips, using the other hand to tease her hardened clit. I could smell her scent in the air as my fingers glided over her sensitive skin.
Instinctively, she pulled back, only now realizing that I meant to finish the game once and for all.. Despite her enjoyment, she still thought I was but a boy.
I turned her around, and told her to kneel. Her shocked gaze met mine, furious that I would expect this of her.
"Are you challenging me, Dorothy?" I asked, letting my disapproval show in my voice.
She smirked, testing me, seeing if I would force the issue.
I wrapped my hand in her long mane, yanking her to her knees in front of me.
"Don’t challenge me, Dorothy. I /will/ punish you." I stared hard into her eyes, watching as the truth wormed into her mind.
:::Good.. she takes me seriously.:::
Dorothy nodded her head before lifting her face up into the light. Excitement shone out of her eyes, as she realized that he was in complete control.
"Yes, Master." She said, before she leaned forward to nuzzle my erection.
She lay kisses along the bottom of my staff, licking the tip lightly before taking me into her hot mouth. Pulling back, she grazed her pearly teeth along the sensitive flesh, then plunged downward again.
My grip tightened in her hair, holding her mouth over my manhood. She choked, trying to get air as she swallowed the length, before starting to breath through her nose. Her eyes met mine, begging me to allow her to pull back. I loosened my grip, giving my permission, confident that she would not test me again this night.
I admit freely, that I used her that first time. I plunged my cock into her mouth, treating her as nothing more than a receptacle for my seed. Her mouth suctioned on my rod, as I exploded over her tounge. Then, she looked at me, hurt in her eyes, with my essence dripping from her mouth. I grabbed another scarf, gently cleaning her face before picking her up and laying her on the soft feather bed.
Laying between her bent legs, I plunged my mouth into her heat, rolling the musky slickness around on my tounge. I loved her taste, her scent. I reveled in the moans that I tore from her mouth, the arching of her body, the begging tone of her voice as she demanded that I take her.
Again and again, I brought her to the edge of climax, pulling away just before she fell. Tears where in her eyes, as she finally screamed, crying for release.
"Please, Quatre!" She begged.
"Please who?" I asked, not letting her forget that she gave herself into my keeping.
"Please, Master!" Dorothy corrected, "Please let me cum!"
Instead of answering, I plunged my cock into her, pinning her body to the bed. Slowly, I drew out, watching as her wetness clung to the head, before ramming back inside of her. Her clit was hard, peeking out from between her lips. I knew that she was close.. All I had to do was touch her there, and she would shatter. I was careful to keep my distance, wanting her mindless with need.
Her body was a mass of nerve endings as she frantically rubbed against me. Still, I would not let her cum. I had to prove to her that I was in control. I Pulled out, and rolled her onto her knees with her chest balanced on an oversized pillow.
I reached over to the bedside table, and picked up the bottle of massage oil that was placed there. Opening up the cork, my nostrils were assaulted with the scent of Jasmine. Coating my fingers, I carefully inserted one into her rear entrance, stopping when she groaned loudly. After a moment, she pushed against my hand, and a second joined the first.
I went slow, determined not to hurt her, until she was stretched enough for me. I opened the bedside drawer, looking for a condom. Finding one, I smirked as I also brought out the toy that lay beside the box.
When I was ready, I untied her hands and kneeled behind her. Slowly, I guided her body backwards, until Dorothy was close enough for me to enter her. My head slid inside, and she gasped, tightening around the latex covered rod.
The pain lessoned some of her need, allowing her to calm done. I picked up the vibrator I had found in the drawer, and turned it on low before running it against her clit. She gasped, distracted, and started to push against the soft jelly as I swiftly embedded myself deep inside.
She screamed, whether in pain, or climax I wasn’t sure until I felt her walls spasming around my engorged cock. I barely held back as she collapsed onto the bed. The vibrator was still buzzing into my hand, and she tried to push away, too hypersensitive to take it willingly.
I again tied her hands with the scarf, anchoring them to the headboard this time. I was still deeply inside of her, and I flexed, letting her know that I was not finished yet. I repositioned the pillow between her legs, using it to press the vibrator against her aching clit.
Dorothy screamed, unable to hold it in as she was once again pulled to the pinnacle. She bucked against me, fighting the sweet torture as I increased my speed. She gasped as she pushed me deeper inside. Getting back up onto her knees, she attempted to get away from the vibrator, cursing when I again pushed it against her softness.
The position allowed me to glide faster, as I violently held down my own needs. My movements became rougher, laying claim to her completely as I felt her juice leak over my fingers. Faster, I pushed her, using her, until, finally, she started to shake, cumming hard against my hand.
I felt myself slip away, my control non existent. With a scream, I felt my climax overtake me, as I blacked out. I came to a few moments later, and weakly untied Dorothy.
Throwing the condom into the garbage can, I pulled her into my arms. Her face was dazed, and she was unsure of herself. I smiled, and kissed her lips. She will learn....
The end....
Stretching forth in our imagination,
there lies a path to greatness.
Besides it lay the road of mediocrity.
Which path shall you take?
Travel with me, on the path of greatness
Stretch out your dreams
and pull them into reality.
Head not the safe road,
the one that tempts you with stabilty
What use is living without risk?
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