Crimes & Lovers

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“You bought the b***h!” he roared.

“Milord, I could not let her suffer more.”

He was close to cuffing her, but he saw how her face contained such compassion, how as she knelt before him, her eyes teared softly and her mouth curled up so sweetly into a tender pout. The tresses of her dark hair floated like a shadowy cloud around her face.

“I pray you, please, allow me to have her.”

“And let her venom pour out on you?”

“She has no venom.”

“How do you know that?” he snarled.

“Milord, please. You remember me after I was sacrificed, after my loins were rent in two, and the blood was spilled between my legs and on my back. You purchased me as I’ve purchased this barefoot girl.”

“Yes.” Lord Nor remembered well the expression on Casia’s face that day. “And I remember how I almost gave you back to the master tradesman for your ingratitude, how you had to be whipped to make you meek. Ah!” His eyes snapped. “You’re still an irksome harpy.”

“And I’m also your sweetest slave, my darling lord.” She held his hand in hers, and ran the rough palm over her smooth face. “Beat me if you like for being this bold, but allow me some compassion for her.”

“To spend my coin so frivolously, I should beat you. To bring another like yourself into this house is madness.”

His hand clutched her hair in his fist and pulled it tightly, but she still peered up at him with mellow brown eyes, relishing his untamed gaze. He was a savage man with a sturdy build, dark hair to his shoulders, a wild beard and brows that narrowed to define the ferocity of his eyes. Often, he looked at her kindly, but now his expression was irate.

Casia ran her hands long his thighs that were cloaked only in his robe, their firmness underneath seeming to pulse with s****l heat.

“Do punish me if you like,” she purred, as she pulled up to nuzzle her face against the pouch between his legs. “But let me keep her, let me prove to you the value she will bring. She should dance well at your next feast.” Casia could feel his p***s swelling as she pressed her cheek into the robe, hoping to part the garment so the mighty organ would spring forth.

“You have too much control of me,” he swore, as he felt the sensations in his loins rise with a robust vigor.

As she burrowed her face deeper, she found bare flesh, her mouth immediately moving over the erection. Her tongue flicked its way along the smooth underside of the head, delicately. He pressed into her deeply and she opened wide to swallow the hefty thing. Smelling the aroma of his thick hair made her drunk, the sensation of her lord showering down through her submissive body like a gentle rain enlivening the skin. He rained in every pathway, every vein and muscle, every place where she could draw him in. Her mouth worked his p***s, growing more avid with each plunge he made. Her hand joined in to jack it with vigorous strokes, and this lord and master could hardly remain on his feet. His body becoming weak with need, he pulled Casia to her feet and dragged her toward the bed, thrusting her against the velvet coverlet and positioning her like a canine b***h, her thighs spread, her head down. Her juicy portal was ready for his penetration. As his c**k sunk deep into the silken folds of flesh, he had her hair in his hand holding it tightly, so she screamed softly from the intense pain. With his other hand he smacked her ass and her hips bucked more ferociously on the rude stalk.

“Ah, yeeessss, my love,” she shrieked loudly.

“Yes, b***h,” he seethed nastily. He jerked her back hard. Reaching forward, he tunneled inside the bodice of her dress and withdrew a breast, his fingers pinching the n****e. The pain was ripe.

She shrieked again. “Yes, yes yes …” her mouth flowed with senseless rantings. And when he moved from her n****e to her c******s, the pain of nails biting into the sensitive bud made her wail with an agonized bellow.

He smacked her ass again with the palm of his hand. And then with two hands he grabbed her hips. His climax was in sight. Holding back nothing, letting the sound of his pleasure bounce boldly off the granite walls of his castle, he let the sensation strike like lightning. His cry echoed back to them. And a silent echo followed as the sound of their savage climax lingered long in the air around them.

He lay beside her vanquished, as she nestled in against his hairy chest and tickled his sweaty skin with her fingers. He slapped them away.

“You wouldn’t want more?” she purred to him sweetly.

“More? I’m satisfied. What more do you want?”

Her thighs captured one of his between them and she rubbed her sopping p***y against the flesh.

“Ah, you didn’t c*m, my w***e,” he chortled.

“Sir, the fire in me is deathly hot.”

“But you will survive.”

“You’ll not see me pleased?”

“I should think letting you keep your wasted strumpet would be reward enough.” Her ears perked hearing his message, but her body was still raging. “Calm, my love, or I shall beat you and not let you c*m again.”

This was agony, a fate he loved to dangle over her s*x-hungry loins. After he rested a time, as she strove to calm the agitation in her body, he finally rose. Taking Casia with him, he sat back down on the end of the bed and drew his wife over his lap. Spanking her briskly until her ass was crimson, he gave her just one tenth of the punishment she deserved. Then, pushing her to her feet, he stared up at her sparkling eyes.

“I’m afraid I love you too much, my pretty one, my brown-eyed maiden.”

“You called me that when we first met.”

“Yes. I remember the passion you still had after you’d been raped by my tradesmen. If you think so highly of this barefoot girl, if she is just one ounce of the woman I brought back with me that day, then perhaps you’ve made a wise purchase.”

Casia smiled, was even tempted to kiss his lips, but he held her back.

“Mind you, w***e, if you are wrong—and I will test her myself—if you are wrong and she upsets my peace, I will have you taken to the dungeon, strung up and beaten with no reprieve. Is that clear?”

“I am, sir. You are the sweetest, kindest, most loving man on earth.”

“Ah! You lie and you know it,” he barked at her. Yet, he pulled her into his lap, and they fell back on the bed and kissed a hundred times before they rose again.