Chapter 29


    And with that, he seizes me, flipping me onto my back and forcing my thighs apart. With a hand to


    either side, he stretches my pussy wide open and nts his mouth over me, plunging in deep, fucking


    me with his tongue, before tracing the lines of my folds and clit with the tip.


    With a howl, I explode into orgasm. Every nerve ending afire, my body shaking and my brain reeling,


    climax ims me. White-hot and all-consuming, it burns through me as I scream and writhe against my


    own flesh and the grip of….


    …. of my Master….


    Racked, I lie panting and exhausted as he stands over me, smiling and wiping his mouth. Looking up,


    still quivering in the aftermath, I watch as he strips off his tie, then sits beside me again. Taking my


    wrists, he loops the tie around; it’s only loose, I could slip out if I wanted, but I don’t; then, pushing my


    arms over my head, he binds my hands to the bars of the bed-head.


    Saying nothing, he unbuttons his shirt and unbelts his pants, releasing his erection. It stands, quivering


    to a pulse beat, upright against his stomach.


    “I’m going to fuck you now, Kirstie,” he says. “I’m pleased with you; that you have learned how to


    address me. And now, you may have more of your reward. First, you may have my cock inside your


    pussy, and then you may have it in your mouth while Ie.”


    My pussy, despite the tectonic climax it just experienced, still pulses with sexual heat. And as he


    positions himself between my thighs, slowly pressing into me, it clutches and quivers around him.


    He thrusts hard, ramming into me, just once, and a primordial howl bursts from me.


    “That’s right, Kirstie. Scream for me. Let me hear you as I fuck you.” And he pistons home again, but


    this time, he keeps thrusting, driving into me.


    I don’t quite believe it, but once more orgasm starts to pool in my core, building up a momentum fuelled


    by Ryan’s relentless hammering


    Utterly lost, it takes me again, and raw erotic pleasure sends me screaming over the edge once more.


    His mouth nts over mine as I climax, my body bucking and jerking under the weight of his.


    At thest moment, he withdraws, swinging over me to straddle my chest. Forcing my mouth open with


    his fingers, he pushes his shaft, slick with my juices, between my lips. I can’t move easily, bound as I


    am, but I raise my head to take him, and almost immediately, hees; spurting hot, shooting sweet


    cream over my tongue as Ip and suck and mouth at his thick, beautiful cock.


    With a gasp and a judder, he drops to all fours over me, his penis still resting against my face, a little


    cum still trickling out and over my lips.


    At first, he doesn’t speak, simply remaining, head held low, breathing heavily.


    Eyes still closed, “That was…. incredible.” he says. Then he opens his eyes and stoops to kiss me,


    softly on the forehead, and then on the mouth. “Thank you, Kirstie.” Pulling himself from atop me, he


    perches by me on the side of the bed, unravelling the tie from my wrists. As he frees me, he pulls me


    up into his arms, his face resting by mine.


    “Are you alright?”


    “Yes, I’m good. That was wonderful.”


    “Here,” he passes me my ss. “drink your wine.”


    We lie together in a warm quiet, simply enjoying each other. After a while, I say “Ryan?”


    “Mmmm?”


    “What did you mean? When you said, ‘this is yours’?”


    His gaze is slow and sensual. “Kirstie, I know we met on a ‘casual only’ basis. That’s what you wanted


    and so did I. But it’s different now. I find I have acquired the taste for a rtionship with the woman I’m


    fucking.” Then he chuckles. “And as for yourments about men not liking intelligent women,


    speaking for myself, I find that intelligence and an erotic outlook are a fantasticbination in a


    woman. and you are proving that for me.


    “Kirstie,” he continues, “I don’t want to share you. I know you have a past. So do I for that matter. And if


    you want to go to your clubs with me, that’s fine. But I don’t want to share you. I want you to be mine.”


    And he falls silent.


    Waiting for my response?


    “That’s good,” I say, “because I don’t want to share you either.”


    He smiles and sits back, sipping his wine, his expression thoughtful.


    “Tell me about ‘redbreast’ and ‘ravens’,” he says. “I expected you to simply give me ‘yellow’ and ‘red’ or


    something simr. It sounds as though there is a story behind the two words.”


    “It’s from when I was a little girl,” I say. “There were ravens at the bottom of our garden, and when I was


    small, they seemed so huge.”


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    “You were frightened of them?”


    “Yes. They felt like monsters from some fairy tale to me.”


    “And redbreast?”


    “The other bird I always saw in the garden was a robin. He used to follow my father around when he


    was digging the ground. Dad would toss worms and leather-jackets to him. He was a friendly little thing.


    I loved him, and I always put out food and water for him in the winter. He was a sort of childhood


    friend.”


    Ryan nods. “Nice story.” he smiles.


    I shiver a little, a frisson against the cooling air. ncing around, I see a robe hanging from the door


    and get out of bed for it.


    As I stand, my hips are creaking. “Are you alright?” he asks as I wince.


    “Just a bit sore,” I admit sheepishly.


    “Good,” he says, “I want you sore. It will remind who it is that’s made you sore.” he pats the bedclothes.


    “Now, put on the robe, thene back here. Let me keep the ravens away for you.”


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