"Very well, then. But know this; I will not stop until I have what I need."
He squeezed her nipple, hard. She cried out, but theflare of discomfort only enhanced the delight coursing within. He repeated the action. The riot of sensation left her breathless.
"I know many ways to make someone talk."
His words held a hint of threat. Why wasn't she afraid? He eased his grip on her breast, now stroking lightly. Somehow the touch seemed more exhilarating than before.
She whimpered, thinking of the hours of nighttime stretching before her. How would she survive?
She took a steadying breath, tugging against the bonds around her wrists. She would endure, force him to respect her. If she only knew how.
***
Royce leaned back, captivated by the sight of his wife beneath him this way. Bound, naked and helpless to whatever he chose. He knew he needed to gain names from her, but found his concentration on that task getting lost in what he did to her.
Her body responded so delightfully to his touch, whether it be harsh or gentle, and he sensed the conflict in her thoughts. Clearly, she liked his attentions. But she didn't want to.
He smiled. He would use this pleasure between them to bring her to heel. She would learn her place over the next days and he would use her sensual nature to teach her.
He resumed stroking her breasts, her damp flesh quivering under his palm. He wanted to devour her, drive his cock deep into her warmth and taste every bit of her skin. He would, soon enough. First, he needed to focus.
"Tell me wife, surely there is someone you don't completely trust."
She tossed her head, her eyes squeezing shut. He stroked her breast, once more avoiding her nipple. He held his hand a hair's breadth from her skin. She arched up, seeking his touch.
"I will please you well if you tell me what I want to know. I know you have some idea who could be responsible for cooperating with the rebels."
"I swear, there is no one!"
He drew back and slapped her breast, savoring the way she cried out. Yet she didn't shrink away. Instead, she opened her eyes and met his gaze.
He sucked in a breath at the intense heat he saw in the violet depths. Such passion his wife possessed. Mayhap he'd been luckier in this contract than he'd first thought. The recollection of her warm mouth around his cock had him ready to drive into her now.
'Twas not time. He should be forcing answers from her pretty lips, but he found himself simply anxious to continue exploring her body. He gave her flesh another slap, admiring the way the skin pinkened.
"You can beat me endlessly, but I will tell you nothing."
"Stubborn wildcat."
"There is nothing to tell."
She cried out at the way he squeezed her nipples, both at the same time. When he released her, she panted heavily, but never took her eyes from his. He stroked her gently this time, his cock achingly hard.
"You are quite responsive. As I've mentioned, pleasure can be painful, just as pain can be pleasurable. Both together can be quite persuasive."
"You will not break me."
"We shall see."
He lowered his head, soothing her tender skin with his tongue. She gave a strangled shriek and the sound reverberated throughout him. Beneath his hands and mouth, she trembled. She tasted sweeter than the custard tarts he enjoyed at court. Her musky arousal scented the air and he could no longer think clearly.
He drew away, panting heavily. He studied her, reaching up to brush away the dark hair obscuring her face. He crashed his mouth onto hers, startled by the voracious way she responded. Their tongues dueled, and he reached between her legs to find her pussy more soaked than ever. Her cries echoed into him as he circled her clit, pinchinglightly before drawing away. He rose above her, relishing her frustrated moan.
"Gillian. Look at me."
Hazed with need, her eyes fluttered open. He slid his fingers along her folds again and she arched toward him. He gripped his cock and eased into her.
He filled her slowly, delighting in the way her pussy clenched around him, welcoming him. Her legs came up around his waist, urging him on. Finally, he lay completely within her, her body trembling around him. He could no longer remain motionless and drew back, driving into her again, this time with force. Her body bowed against his. He needed to feel her touch. He reached under her, lifted her up and pulled the ties binding her loose.
