Chapter 107: Book 2: Explicit Interlude 2.1

(This mini chapter contains explicit sexual content. If that’s not to your reading taste you can skip on to the next chapter without missing any story elements)

 

Anastasia stopped in front of me and tried to artfully extend her breasts in my face in a manner eerily reminiscent of the day we met in her dungeon. She held her hands behind her back but squeezed her upper arms into her chest giving the puppies a little more oomph.

“Is there something I can do for you, Captain?” she purred.

I took a moment to enjoy the show before answering. “Ask not what you can do for your captain, but what your captain can do for you.” I grinned at her and crooked my elbow and rested my head on my hand with a knowing wink.

Anastasia’s triumphal smile faltered but she struggled gainfully to act unfazed as she straightened her posture and took a step back from me. We had been engaged in a secret war of lust and affection. Neither of us were willing to be the one to weaken and make the first move. Both tempting and taunting the other. But this had never been a fair fight. I held all the advantages and only Ana’s stubborn streak had prevented her capitulation already.

“Well, if you don’t have any orders for me, I shall depart,” she said with a practised air stewardess-like smile. Reassuring to look at but blatantly fake beneath the surface.

Her words said that she wanted to leave, her feet, on the other hand, stayed planted exactly where they were.

“If that’s what you want, then by all means amuse yourself with whatever you want to do on the ship. Unless, of course, what you really meant to say was ‘Torin, I have an itch that needs to be scratched and my captain is the only man I want to do the scratching?”

 “Paugh!” she exclaimed. “You really have a big head don’t you.”

As she finished, I sent my clothes to the inventory leaving me naked on the bed. I glanced down at my junk, the Immensity helpfully rising to the occasion. “Seems that you’re right. That is a pretty big head,” I laughed.

“Men,” Ana seethed and turned away, ready to storm out of the room.

As Anastasia stomped, albeit slowly, towards the door, I shuffled back into the middle of the bed and propped myself up with a few black silk pillows against the headboard of the enormous eight-poster bed.

“It’s probably just as well that we wait,” I called out to her back. My words had the desired effect, and the short blonde woman paused her stomping gait. “I’m sure Shana wants to be here when we break you into the sexy fun circle.”

Anastasia pivoted on the spot and glared at me with outrage. “Nobody is breaking me in,” she squawked angrily. “And I’m not into girls.”

“Really?” I said and stroked my chin and continued in a smarmy, but reasonable tone. “Seems like a damn shame that you’re not interested in making use of this gilt-edged opportunity while she is away then, doesn’t it?”

Anastasia opened and closed her mouth a couple of times without saying anything, her outrage replaced by consternation. She took several tentative steps forward before she stopped. Ana stood there staring at me, wracked with indecision and visibly beginning to shake. Her hands fidgeted at her sides, and she couldn’t help stroking her midriff and hips.

Then she shook her head. “No!” she whisper-shouted firmly. “I will not beg you for this. I won’t be broken.”

I felt through the bond as well as heard the pure anguish in her voice. She wanted this so badly, but her stubborn pride wouldn’t allow her to be the one to give in first. But deep down she knew if I held firm, she would be the one to crack and it was eating her up inside. The game had gone far enough, psychologically harming Ana was not the point. It was time to change tack.

A score draw would be a respectable and acceptable result for both of us.

“There is no need for that, Anastasia. As I said you are free to do what you wish on the ship while we wait for dawn, no need to ask my permission in any manner. My plan is to relax here on the bed, naked. What happens after that, happens.”

Anastasia nodded her understanding, and her pretty face flashed a wicked grin. “Sooo…If I decided that I wanted to get naked and sit in the middle of the bed just about where your lap is, you wouldn’t stop me?” she teased.

I put my hands behind the back of my head and snuggled into the pillows and closed my eyes

“Nope,” I grinned back. “I’m just going to lay here like this and if my cock happens to slip inside somewhere warm and inviting…well, that is just the risk you’re gonna’ have to take if relaxing on this bed is how you wish to pass the time.”

The sound of Ana’s dainty feet approached the bed. The mattress dipped as she tentatively crawled on, and I had to resist the temptation to open my eyes and see if she had unclothed herself. A few seconds later, she had scrambled between my outstretched legs. I felt her hot breath on the tip of my dick and then a wet tongue teased the eyehole inducing shivers down my spine and a twitch in my rod.

Once, twice, three times before a small hand wrapped around the base and pumped my shaft a few times. With my rod in hand, her lips slid over my cock’s helmet and her tongue swirled around it, dabbing and teasing at the sensitive underside. I couldn’t help but sigh in contentment.

Anastasia was tentative at first, but her confidence grew quickly when it became clear I wasn’t going to interfere. In short order, she had both of her hands around my shaft. She pumped and gently twisted with her hands while her head bobbed up and down, taking my length to the back of her throat and then all the way back, applying suction. There was a series of sloppy popping sounds as her plump lips released my cockhead and then plunged back down to engulf it once more.

The sensation was more than pleasant, but after a couple of minutes, Ana released my dick. I didn’t have long to wait before her lips and tongue made contact with my midriff as she crawled up my body. I could feel her pressing her breasts and thighs into my flesh, her hard nipples grazing my skin teasingly. She was obviously testing my stoic resolve and seeing if I would break from my current posture and grab a hold of her and press my ardent suit, despite our mutual sexual demilitarisation agreement.

Anastasia wouldn’t be Anastasia if she wasn’t continually pushing the boundaries.

Her attempts to lure me into action would be unsuccessful, though. I could smell her ardour and feel the moist nature of her vulva when it grazed up against the underside of my rod of steel. Patience is a virtue, or so I’ve been told, and I may have precious little of it, but I was confident that Anastasia had less. Soon I’d be getting everything I wanted.

The feedback from our bond confirmed my assumption.

Eventually, the blonde spitfire had finished her slow silent ascent up my torso. Her breathing was a little ragged and not from exertion. Her hands rested against my shoulders and my penis was nestled in the groove of her vulva a few inches from the tip, being pressed firmly backwards almost to my stomach. Her legs straddled my waist, and she shimmied her hips, stroking her engorged clit against the underside of my cockhead.

Her gyrations sent a pleasurable shiver up my spine and my dick responded with a muscular flex from the base strong enough to push my length down from her navel and up against her drenched vulva. My cock edged its way along her groove and the head slid past her labial defences and intruded into the sodden interior by about an inch.

Anastasia moaned loudly at the sensation. Part lust, part frustration. “You aren’t going to break, are you, Torin?”

But she didn’t buck her hips away either, if anything I could feel the downward pressure building ever so slightly as my dick was slowly swallowed millimetre by millimetre

“I could do this all night, Ana,” I lied smoothly and shot her a cocky grin.

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“Uhhh…Fine, we’ll do it your way. You can open your eyes, I suppose, but keep your hands behind your back,” she groaned.

“Are you giving me orders, Ana?”

“Ah, please?”

“Better,” I chuckled.

Then I levered myself up suddenly. The shift in my position caused most of my cock to pull out of the blonde woman’s tight hole, which was a definite downside, but this had to be done. Without opening my eyes, I correctly judged where her head was from her voice and pressed my lips firmly to hers. It was a more difficult manoeuvre than you’d expect as I didn’t want to clatter our teeth into one another, but I think the bond helped me avoid such a catastrophe.

Our pursed lips were locked and simultaneously we forced each other’s to part as our tongues mingled for a brief tussle before I leant back into my former comfy position amidst the black silk pillows. My hands never left the back of my head during the entire operation.

“A gentleman always kisses a lady before intercourse,” I breathed smugly.

Anastasia giggled at that. “You are far from gentle.”

“As you’ll soon discover.”

“Not until I’ve had my ride, though?”

“Astride or sidesaddle?” I asked cheekily.

“I’m not much of a lady, to be honest. It will have to be astride,” Anastasia replied as she moved one of her hands that had been resting on my shoulder and gripped the base of my cock, angling it at a forty-five-degree angle.

I opened my peepers as she pushed her hips backwards down on my length. Anastasia was kneeling on the bed and her thighs weren’t long enough to elevate her cunny over my erection, hence she had to angle it and slide it inside herself. The silken walls of her vagina were wet and smooth, and they clasped my cock securely.

She’d let go of my dick as she rocked backwards and returned it to my shoulder. She looked down at my chest as she started to rock herself backwards and forwards frantically, not meeting my eyes.

As much as I would have liked more eye contact I let Ana work herself into her own groove. Besides, from this position, I had the most awesome view of her spectacular breasts. Her pale C-cups bounced and swung in rhythm with her building pace. She had small pinkish areolae with cute little nipples that were as hard as diamonds.

At some point, Anastasia had looked up and spotted where my gaze had fixated. “Enjoying…the show,” she grunted out between hip thrusts with a manic smile on her face.

“Very much so,” I grunted back.

After that, she shifted her thrusting motion ever so slightly to emphasise the bouncing and jiggling of her titties as she slammed her hips against my waist and sank my cock all the way to my balls. Out comingled juices had been dribbling and frothing from our coupling and liberally coated them in our sexual fluids.

“Bojemoi! I…unghh…love…fucking…cowgirl,” she gasped.

“What a coincidence. I love fucking cowgirls too,” I husked in response.

“Torin, you’re fucking jokes suck. Just as well you have such a big cock to make up for that lack of sense of humour.”

“You’re pretty good at sucking yourself.”

Anastasia couldn’t stop herself from giggling even as she rode me hard, but the giggles soon morphed into groans. One of her hands left my shoulder and rapidly started flicking her reddened and swollen clit. I would have liked to do that myself but would let Ana have that degree of independence for this first round and kept my hands where they were behind my head gripping the headboard tightly to keep me from reaching out instinctively.

She managed to slam her pussy down on my cock even harder than before as her hands grabbed onto my waist and forced my length as deep as it would go. Her vaginal walls flexed as my cock flexed in kind. With a roaring crescendo, the pair of us were swept up in a tidal wave of mutual orgasm and I flooded her needy cunny with my cum.

“Of, fuck…oh, fuck…yeah,” she gasped as the tremors shuddered through her sexy parts.

It took a minute or two until we both came down from the dizzying heights and lay there panting from the pleasure with a pair of silly grins on our faces.

“God damn, Torin,” she wheezed. “You’re still hard as fuck inside me. How can you do that?”

“I have hidden reserves. Besides I’m far from done with you,” I said.

Anastasia looked at me quizzically. Finally, I unclasped my hands from behind my back and they shot out lightning-quick and seized hold of her wrists.

“Well, now that we’ve got that awkward first time out of the way. I intend to fuck you every which way I can,” I told her and waggled my eyebrows.

Anastasia narrowed her eyes at me and then shifted her hips forward and unsheathed herself from me. And in doing so covered my lower abdomen in the mixture of fluids that gushed from her freshly fucked pussy. The room was filled with her self-satisfied almost maniacal giggling.

“You know I’m going to make you clean that up, right?”

“Make me,” she replied sultrily, her eyes flashing with need and lust.

“With pleasure,” I growled in kind.

We kissed then and everything else faded into background noise.

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