She huddled in the darkness, squeezed in tight in the tiny hole behind the casks, holding her breath for fear of discovery. Footsteps echoed in the darkness. They were searching for her. They won’t find me here, she thought. The fact that nobody had ever been able to discover her hiding place made her feel safe even with the hunters on her heels. As long as she stayed quiet and didn’t give herself away, she would be safe. Footsteps wandered all around the large cellar, some even came quite close, but nobody found her. They started to move away when two sets stopped at the cellar entrance.

            “Stay here,” a gruff voice ordered. “If she runs this way grab her.”

            “Yes, sir,” a deep voice answered.

            She cringed even deeper into her crevice. There was nowhere else to go. She was trapped here now. Maybe she could slip out of her hiding place unheard and smash something over the man’s head, she thought. She waited an interminably long time before she slid forward and uncurled her legs, letting them slide over the edge of the hole. Her legs felt numb as she slid down to stand on the cold hard-packed dirt floor. Silently, she tip-toed down the length of the cask and peeked around the end of it then jerked back with a gasp. The man was a huge mountain! She would never even be able to reach his head. Stifling a sob she snuck back to her hole and climbed back in. After waiting for what seemed like hours she heard footsteps again.

            “Have you seen or heard anything?” Gruff Voice asked.

            “No, sir,” Deep Voice replied.

            “There’s someone here,” another man said thoughtfully. His voice was soft but the sound of it sent chills through her.

            She heard them moving around the room again so she pulled tighter into her hole and held her breath. When she couldn’t hold her breath any longer she let it out slowly, softly. Then she breathed through her nose in small, shallow breaths.

            “I know you’re here, little one. I’ll find you sooner or later. It will go easier for you if come out now.” His voice was soft and warm like a good sherry on a cold evening. But there was something sinister underneath that warmth which made her shiver. “Come to me now, little one, and I’ll protect you.” His steps grew near as he wandered through the cellar. “Make me come for you and you’ll regret it.”

            She started to crawl out of her hiding place but hesitated. How could he possibly know where I am, she wondered. He’s trying to lure me out, she decided. She remained where she was.

            “I don’t like to be ignored,” he said softly.

            She screamed when she felt his hand on her arm. In vain, she tried to pull away but he had an iron grip on her and refused to let go of his prize. He pulled her forward with a mighty yank and she slid out of the hole, landing with a thud on the floor at his feet. The fingers of his free hand wrapped around her other wrist and heaved her to her feet. He shoved her roughly against the wall, pinning her there with his body, towering over her.

            “You are quite the prize, aren’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

            He held her without difficulty even though she struggled against him. Her arms were slowly pulled above her head and easily held in place with one of his hands. His other hand slid down her side then back up to caress her wet cheek. Her face was suddenly gripped in his hand and he forced her to face him.

            “I don’t like wasting my time chasing after little girls,” he hissed at her. “I should give you to my men and be done with you.”

            “Please,” she whispered on trembling lips.

            He smiled evilly down at her. “Are you begging for my men?”

            Her eyes grew wide with fear. She tried to shake her head but he held her firmly in place. “No,” she finally whispered.

            “Then what are you begging for?” he demanded.

            “My-my honor, sir,” she whispered, tears spilled over her cheeks as she stared up at him.

            He could feel her tremble under his hands. Was that truly what she was so frightened of, he wondered. Her hands were still trapped above her head by his left hand. He slowly let his right hand wandered down her side and across her chest. When he squeezed her tit she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Fresh tears poured down her cheeks.

            “Please…,” she begged him in a whisper.

            She was shaking violently now. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, forcing her mouth open and snaking his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and shook under him. His question answered, he slowly pulled away from her and stared down at the frightened girl. The bright blue eyes and auburn hair were a beautiful contrast. Her petite frame, small stature and all those luscious curves tempted him beyond measure. He pulled a piece of coarse rope from his pocket then jerked her away from the wall, twisting her around so she faced the wall with her arms behind her, toward him. He quickly tied her wrists together with the rope then pulled her with him as he started out of the cellar.

            She saw two other men as he drug her past them toward the cellar door. He stopped at the door and turned back to them. She saw them staring at her.

            “Have you managed to round everyone else up?” he asked them.

            “Yes, Lord,” Gruff Voice answered. “We have twenty-seven counting her,” he replied, nodding in her direction.

            “And you’ve put them where?” he asked.

            “They’re in shackles in the great hall. I thought you’d want them all together for now.”

            “Yes.” He looked down at her as he added, “And since they’ve no proper dungeon…”

            “We’ll fix that, Lord.”

            “I’m sure you will,” he replied, pulling her out of the cellar after him.

            She studied his broad shoulders and light hair as he led her through the passages and back up to the main levels of the old keep. He had a thick mane of blonde hair which just brushed against the top of his collar, broad shoulders and high cheek bones. His strength was evident in his grip but the muscles in his arms stood out on display as well. She let her gaze rake over him and take in the bulging muscles of his chest and in his legs. He was not a heavily built man but he was lean and strong and very tall.

She thought he would take her to the great hall since that’s where his man had said they’d taken everyone else. Instead, he led her past it to a smaller audience chamber off to one side. Once there, he shoved her into the middle of the room and stared at her in silence. When she thought she could take no more he began to stalk around her, staring at her from every angle.

“So, little one, what do I do with you now?” he purred to her.

She stared at the floor in front of her toes and remained silent. The feel of his hands on her ass made her jump and squeal. When she tried to pull away from him his hands slid around her waist and down to grip her abdomen. He pulled her back against him and held her there, his cheek pressed against her wet one. She could feel his bulge pressing into her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered in her ear.

She whimpered and turned her head away from him, pressing her face into his shoulder. His hands slid down, his fingers played lightly at the tops of her thighs. The thin material of her long skirt didn’t seem like much protection from his pressing hands.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered to her. “My prize for our little game in the cellar.”

His left hand slid between her legs and grasped her pussy while his right hand wandered up her body to grasp her left tit.

“Please, sir, no!” she cried.

“What would you give me instead?” he asked softly without releasing his hold on her.

“S-s-sir?”

“I tracked you and found you. I deserve something for my effort. If not your body, then what?” He shifted his position behind her so that his hard shaft rested against her bound hands. His hips began to move in a slow rhythm as he waited for her answer, rubbing his covered, engorged member against her hands.

“Please, sir, I’ve never…” she cried, trying to pull free of his hold.

“Maybe you should,” he replied with a laugh.

Suddenly, he released her and she fell away from him. She turned to see him pull a knife from his belt and start toward her. Instinctively, she backed away from him. He reached out and grabbed the front of her skirt, easily pulling her to him.

“Stay still or I’ll cut you,” he warned as he reached behind her.

He cut the rope binding her arms and pulled her arms forward. Holding her wrists together in one hand, he put his knife away then pulled her hands apart. Forcing her hands down he rubbed her hands along his thick, swollen prick while he stared down into her eyes.

“You’re belong to me now. You’ll do whatever I tell you.” His voice was soft but held a hard note. “What’s your name, little one?”

“Mira,” she whispered.

He smiled at her and her breath caught in her throat. Even though she was terrified of him she found him most handsome. He forced her wrists together, her hands circling his cock and held her wrists with his left hand. His right hand raised to caress her cheek then slide around to the back of her head. He fisted his hand in her hair, holding her head fast then slowly lowered his lips to hers. As he kissed her he forced her lips apart and slid his tongue into her mouth. When he finally broke the kiss and pulled his hand from her hair he slid it down to grope her tits.

“Well, Mira, you may be a virgin now, but that won’t last the night.” He watched as terror filled her eyes. “I’ve decided you’ll be my concubine for now. I rather like the look and taste of you – so far. If you please me tonight you’ll be my concubine. Otherwise, you’ll be my pet.”

He walked her backwards to a column in the middle of the room. There he pulled her arms over her head and tied them around the column. His hands squeezed and pinched her tits.

“Wait here, love. I have a few other duties to attend to. I’ll come for you when I’ve finished with the rest of your horde.”

He turned away from her and disappeared through the door he had drug her through earlier. She hung her head and cried, waiting for his return.

 

Lord Braeden strode through the old keep talking with his men. He placed sentries and blocked all the entrances. Then he left the rest of the defenses to his head sergeant and returned to the great hall. He wanted to see what exactly they had. The twenty six women they’d captured were all chained together with some chained to columns where their shackles would allow it. They sat on the floor in rows as he walked among them, all looking up at him with hatred and fear. When he finally saw the one he was looking for he motioned to Captain Morgan. The man moved forward immediately.

“Lord?”

“Bring Lady Kate to the center of the room,” Braeden instructed the young captain.

“Yes, Lord.”

The man hurried to do as he was ordered while Braeden walked away through the crowd. The captain released the woman from the rest of the group she was chained to and pulled her to her feet. He led her through the other women following the route Braeden had taken. She was led to the center of the great hall where Braeden stood waiting for her.

“You have nerve, Braeden!” she called to him.

“I tried to reason with you, Kate. You refused my offers. I warned you.”

“Go to hell!” She spat at him and landed her mark on his chest.

He smiled at her. “Really, Kate, so childish.” He backhanded her, nearly knocking her over. “You should have taken my offer. Now you and all your followers will pay for your folly.”

She smiled at him and shook her head. Her eyes traveled over the crowd of women. “Not all, Braeden.”

He glanced around the room with a look of mock concern. “Oh, you mean Mira?” he asked as he turned back to her.

A look of shock fell over her face. He smiled evilly.

“She’s waiting for me in the other room.”

“No,” she whispered. Her voice gained strength, “I don’t believe you.”

Braeden shot a look at the captain then gave a quick nod toward the door to the room where his other captive waited. The man disappeared. He quickly came back with the small woman trapped in his arms, her wrists bound in front of her.

“You see, Kate?” Braeden reached out and ran the back of his hand over Mira’s cheek. “She’s my latest prize.”

“No, Braeden, please. She’s an innocent.”

He smiled at Kate. “Not after tonight, she isn’t.”

He motioned to the captain and the man took Mira back to the room he’d found her in then returned to Braeden’s side.

“It’s over, Kate. You’re all mine now.”

“Please, Braeden, I’ll do whatever you want, just let Mira go.”

He stared at her for a long moment with narrowed eyes. Finally, he signaled the captain and the man released the manacles from her wrists.

“Strip,” Braeden demanded.

Kate stared at him for a moment then slowly disrobed. When she was completely naked he signaled the captain and the man removed the pile of clothing.

“Get on your knees, take out my cock and suck me,” Braeden ordered.

Kate swallowed hard then knelt in front of the man she most hated. Her fingers slowly worked the laces of his breeches until his cock was finally free. She slowly took him in her hands and started to rub up and down his long, thick meat. When she saw his hand start to move toward her, she lowered her head and slipped his prick between her lips. She slowly licked her tongue up the underside of his cock as she sucked, her hands gently squeezing his balls. He stared down at her malevolently as she sucked him. Her ministrations began to stir his loins and he grew in her mouth. His hands went to her head, his fingers tangling in her long, dark hair. His eyes slid shut, his face magnificent in his enjoyment of her mouth. He held her head tight to his groin as he spurted his seed deep into her throat. She pushed desperately against his hips to no avail, he held her tightly in place. When he finally finished, he released his hold and she fell away from him, gasping for air.

“You will service all of my men the same way you have serviced me.” He stared down at her with cold, hard eyes. Turning his head to look at a young sergeant behind the captain of his guard, he gave his next order, “You will see that she does as she’s told. Take her to each man and make sure he is serviced.”

“Yes, Lord.”

When Kate started to climb to her feet, Braeden knocked her on her ass.

“You will crawl, Kate of the Hollow, like the bitch you now are.” Braeden turned back to the sergeant. “Make sure she obeys. Once she’s finished with the other men, she’s yours to use however you want.”

“Th-thank you, Lord.”

Braeden turned back to the captain, ignoring Kate and the sergeant.

“As for the rest, strip them. Call me when they’re all bare. I want them standing in a line with their hands bound behind their heads. You know the procedure.”

“Yes, Lord.”

The captain headed for the front of the room to follow Braeden’s orders as his lord returned to the room where his prize waited. He put his deflated cock back in his breeches and relaced them as he walked across the hall.

Mira warily watched the broad-chested man as he prowled around the room. He hadn’t spoken to her since he’d come back into the room. His eyes strayed her way often but he remained silent and he hadn’t touched her again. Finally, he pulled a chair close and sat down, staring at her.

“You’re a complete uninitiated, aren’t you?” he asked softly.

“I – I don’t understand,” she whispered.

He smiled at her, studying her face. “You know absolutely nothing about sex do you.”

She turned a bright red and diverted her eyes, turning her face away from him. “No, sir,” she whispered.

His laugh was soft and gentle, making her turn her head back toward him to sneak a peek. He lifted his right leg and propped his foot against the pillar she was tied to. His leg brushed against her hip, causing her to wiggle in an attempt to move away from him. He laughed again.

“You’re not going anywhere, pet.”

“Please, sir…,” she whispered, pleading with her eyes as much as her voice.

He moved his foot to rub it along her hip and leg. Slowly, he got to his feet and leaned in close to her, his hands on the column on either side of her head.

“I can’t wait to get you in bed, pet,” he whispered before pressing his lips to hers. His mouth made a trail down her throat to her shoulder as his hands kneaded her tits.

She tried to fight against what he was doing to her but she didn’t understand any of the feelings he aroused in her. Before she could stop it a low moan escaped her throat as she trembled under his hands. He chuckled softly in her ear.

“I’ll make you cum a thousand times tonight, pet.” He pulled away from her to stare down at her. “Would you like to try it now?”

“No, please, sir, please leave me alone.”

“Never,” he said with a laugh.

He turned at a knock on the door.

“Come,” he called.

The captain of the guard opened the door and stepped inside. “They’re ready for you, Lord.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Yes, Lord.” The captain turned and quickly left the room.

“Perhaps a little later you’ll be ready for your first orgasm.” He pinched her nipples then strode from the room.

He walked with the captain of the guard up and down the line of naked women, posed the way he liked them. They all had their hands bound behind their heads and their legs were forced apart by at least four feet with long rods. He studied each woman carefully, grasping tits from time to time or caressing or slapping an ass cheek. Finally, he pointed out a blonde, a woman with long brown hair and one with silky black hair. They were removed from the line and pulled aside. Then Braeden turned to the captain.

“Which is your favorite, Captain?” he asked.

“Lord?” the captain asked, startled.

“You must find at least one of them desirable. Which is your favorite?”

They strolled along the line until the captain stopped in front of a small, young brunette.

“I find her most attractive, Lord.”

“Then she belongs to you, Captain. You’ve earned a reward this day.” Braeden smiled down at the girl being released from the line of other women. “You’d better please him well, bitch.”

“Thank you, Lord,” the captain replied as he took possession of his new property.

“As for the others, disperse them to the men as you see fit. When the men are finished with them, put them in the new dungeon when it’s finished. Take those three to Harlin and tell him I said they need to be leashed. He’ll know what to do. When he’s finished with them, bring them to me in the master suite upstairs.”

“Yes, Lord.

Braeden started to walk away but stopped and turned back. “Captain, don’t disturb me until morning if at all possible. I’m sure you can handle things here.”

“Yes, Lord.”

He strode across the room and went back to the side chamber to retrieve his prize. Mira flinched visibly when he reached up to release her wrists from the column where she was bound. He merely laughed and pulled her arms down, tying them in front of her, adding a long piece of rope to her bonds.

“Well, pet, it’s time to go upstairs now. We’ll finally have some time to ourselves.”

He led her from the small chamber into the larger great hall and slowly walked through it, letting her look around at her naked sisters. Deliberately walking slowly so she could see all that was happening, he led her to the stairwell on the other side of the room and started up it. He stopped when he heard someone call out to him.

“Braeden, you promised!” Kate screamed at him from the other side of the hall. She was on her knees in front of one of the foot soldiers staring at him in blind hate.

“No, Kate, I never promised anything. You only assumed. I already told you, you’re all mine now, including Mira.” He pulled Mira to him and ran his hands over her bodice, gripping her tits roughly. “I look forward to training her, Kate.”

He turned and led Mira up the stairs, ignoring Kate’s screams and Mira’s sobs. They walked the length of the upstairs hallway and entered the master suite. He shoved Mira inside and followed her then closed the door. She stood inside the large suite and wondered what he would do to her now. His hands fell heavily on her shoulders and she flinched, trying to pull away from his touch. He laughed at her fear.

“You may as well get used to it, pet. I’ll be touching you a lot over the next few hours. Perhaps even over the next few days if you satisfy me well.

He jerked her back against him, holding her tightly to him. His right hand firmly gripped her left tit while his left hand slid down between her legs. She could feel his hard rod pushing into her back and shivered.

“I hope you’re not cold, pet, because you’re only going to get colder in a few minutes,” he whispered into her ear. “When you undress for me.”

“No,” she whined. “Please…no…”

“Oh, but yes, pet. I want to see and touch all of you.”

His hands roamed over her squirming body. Suddenly, he pushed her away from him. She tripped over the hem of her skirt and fell to the floor. Looking up at him with tears spilling from her eyes, she waited. He pulled his knife from his belt and squatted in front of her. Then he reached out and cut the ropes binding her hands. Putting his knife away, he stood back up and stared down at her in silence.

“Get up,” he ordered.

She slowly did as she was told.

“Remove your skirt.”

“Please…”

“I’ll not tell you again,” he warned. “Take it off.”

She reached behind her and slowly undid the buttons then let it fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles.

“And the shoes.”

She kicked off her slippers and waited. He held up his right hand and crooked his finger at her, indicating that he wanted her to come to him. Slowly, she moved forward. When she was within reach, he grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. His left arm wrapped around her waist and held her in an iron grip while his right hand slid down to gently caress her hips.

“You feel wonderful, pet.”

“Please, sir…” she begged.

“You’ll feel even better before I’m done with you,” he promised, a gleam in his eyes.

He shoved her away from him and motioned with his left hand. “The shirt, take it off.”

She sniffled as she tried to stifle a sob. Slowly, she lifted her blouse over her head and let it fall to the floor to join her skirt. Now standing before him in only her underwear and camisole she felt totally exposed. When he stepped toward her she instinctively took a step backwards. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.

“Don’t even think about trying to run from me,” he hissed as he lifted her into his arms.

He strode through the suite, carrying her to the big four poster bed in the next room. He laid her on the bed, carefully placing her in the middle of it. He climbed onto the bed and crawled across it to her. Placing his legs on either side of her stomach he knelt over her and leaned back on his heels, letting his hands wander over her flat stomach up to her round breasts. His eyes never left hers as he squeezed and kneaded her tits.

“Will you behave yourself, pet, or do I need to tie you down?”

“Please, sir…”

He stared at her trembling lips, a smile playing on his own mouth.

“Answer me, pet. Will you behave yourself?”

“Y-yes.”

He smiled down at her then leaned forward to kiss her. Pulling back far enough to look down at her, he whispered, “Good.”

His lips found hers again and slowly forced them apart so his tongue could slide into her mouth. He gently fondled her nipples as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She was breathless when he finally pulled away from her. He sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt off over his head then tossed it aside. She gasped at the sight of his bare, broad chest. He smiled broadly at her.

“Do you like what you see, pet?”

She didn’t know how to respond, how to answer him. Her eyes drank in his muscular frame as they slid up his body to meet his own blue eyes. The amusement that sparkled in his eyes brought a timid smile to her lips. His fingertips lightly trailed down her arms as he stared down at her.

“It’s okay, pet. You can say what you think,” he whispered.

“Y-you’re beautiful,” she replied, her voice barely audible.

He threw back his head and laughed. A look of joy filled his face when he looked at her again.

“I’ve been called many things in my lifetime, pet, but never that.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, rushing to make amends for her mistake.

He tenderly clasped her face between his hands and leaned close.

“You’ve no need to apologize, little one. I like the thought of being beautiful.”

His lips found hers again and he kissed her deeply. She trembled under him when his tongue plunged into her mouth and his hands wandered over her body. He pulled away from her at a knock on the suite door. He raised up and looked down at her somberly.

“Don’t move.”

She shook her head and lay perfectly still when he climbed from the bed. As he crossed the room and strode across the sitting room to the door she turned her head to watch him. He jerked the door open and spoke with another man for a moment. His voice sounded harsh and gruff to her. Then he moved aside and another man stepped into the room followed by three of her sisters. The women were naked with their hands bound behind their heads. She couldn’t see what was going on but something was strange about them. Her new master spoke to the man a few minutes then the man left and her master led the bound women into the bedroom where she waited.

“Well, pet, we have company,” he said. He motioned to her to sit up as he sat down next to her on the bed. “I’ve obtained a few more pets and I need to know their names. You will tell me.”

Mira stared in horror as he pulled on three gold chains he held in his hand. She followed the chains from his hands to the three women standing a few feet in front of him. The gold chains were attached to each woman by a set of three other chains running to rings embedded in their nipples and clits. The chains coming from each of these rings were fastened to a larger ring which attached to the leash that her master held. He pulled on one of the leashes and a small blonde woman stepped forward.

“Tell me what she is called.”

“Sabree,” Mira whispered.

He pulled on another leash and a brown-haired woman stepped forward.

“Her name?”

“Gesme.”

He pulled the third leash and the black-haired woman stumbled forward.

“She is?”

“Naoly.”

“Good. Which would you like me to fuck first?” he asked.

“S-sir?”

“Either I fuck you or one of them. Since I assume you don’t want to be fucked yet I’ll have to make do with one of them. Which shall it be?”

“I – I can’t…”

“If you don’t pick one of them, little one, it will be you that I fuck tonight.”

Mira stared in horror from her sisters to this man who’d captured her and claimed her for his own. She could not condemn a sister to his mercies. Slowly, she shook her head from side to side, tears flowing freely. Suddenly, Naoly fell to her knees at his feet.

“Please, Lord Braeden, let me service you. I will pleasure you all through the night.”

He smiled at the note of desperation in her voice.

“Have you ever pleasured a man before?”

She swallowed hard before answering him. Slowly, she shook her head. “No, Lord, but I will do my utmost to make you happy.”

He arched an eyebrow as he stared at her. Finally, he turned his gaze to the other two women.

“Have any of you ever pleasured a man before?”

“With my hands and mouth, Lord,” Sabree answered.

“Yes, Lord Braeden,” Gesme answered softly.

He chuckled softly as he stared at them. “The secrets Kate held,” he mused aloud. “Very well, Naoly, you may share my bed this night. But, Mira my pet, you will watch and learn.”

Braeden rose from his seat on the bed and started to lead Sabree and Gesme from the room. He turned back to his other two captives.

“Don’t move, either of you,” he ordered them.

He led Sabree and Gesme back to the sitting room and fastened their leashes to a nail in the wall. They could sit or lie on the floor if they chose to but he made sure they were secured away from the furniture in the room.

“Don’t even think about trying to leave. I’ve locked the door and I have the only key. I’ll kill you if you try to take it.” He turned to go back to the bedroom then stopped and turned back to them. “And stay off the furniture.”

He went back to the bedroom and pulled Naoly onto the bed by her leash. After he positioned her on her back he wrapped her leash around a post in the metal headboard and removed his boots and breeches. Mira gasped when his cock leaped free of its prison. He smiled at her as he climbed between Naoly’s spread legs.

“This is what you will do for me, little one,” he said, staring at Mira as he lowered himself between Naoly’s legs. “Please me and I’ll make sure you enjoy it as well.”

He turned his attention to the woman beneath him, slipping the head of his prick between her pussy lips. He leaned forward on his elbows and brought his hands up to grasp her tits. His fingers pinched and twisted her nipples while he pressed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers. His right hand slid down to pinch her clit, his left still playing with her tits. When she started to moan and squirm under him he pushed his cock into her warm depths until he felt a barrier block his way. He pulled back then pushed in savagely as he crushed her tit in his hand. She screamed against his mouth and tried to push him away. Braeden refused to release his hold on her but he remained still for several seconds. When she relaxed under him he started to move in and out of her again. She rolled her head from side to side, pulling free of his lips.

“Please, Lord, stop,” she panted. “Please, it hurts.”

“The pain won’t last,” he whispered to her without breaking his rhythm.

Slowly, her groans of pain turned to moans of pleasure. He felt the tension building in her and pinched her clit as he nipped at her nipple. She screamed out her pleasure, exploding in orgasm beneath him. He couldn’t hold back any longer and shot his load deep inside her. Once he had emptied his seed into her he collapsed on top of her. They both lay panting for several minutes. Mira lay next to them, transfixed in wonder and horror.

Finally, Braeden dismounted Naoly and pulled Mira into his arms. She shivered in fear against him. He shushed her and turned her away from him so her back was against his chest. Spooning her to him, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“It’s your turn for some pleasure, little one,” he whispered.

“Please, sir,” she replied, her voice so soft he almost didn’t hear her. The tremble in it brought a smile to his face.

“I won’t hurt you, Mira. This time will only be pleasure.”

He grasped her right tit with his left hand as he snaked his right hand into her underwear. His fingers gently rubbed her inner thigh then slowly slid up to barely touch her pussy lips while his other hand played with her nipples. She slowly relaxed against him and started to moan in pleasure. He found her tiny nub and squeezed it then rubbed it softly. As it started to fill with blood and swell he slid a finger into her wet hole. Her moans were making him hard again and she could feel his prick pressing against her back. His hands never stopped their ministrations and suddenly she felt a strange tingling, warmth deep in her groin.

“Uh, uh,” she grunted.

“Yes, little one,” he whispered in ear. “That’s it, pet. Let go and enjoy the feeling.”

“No – uh, uh – oh, oh, oh, oh…”

“Cum for me, pet,” he whispered to her.

“Oh, pleeeaaasssse, ohhhhhh!”

He felt her tighten around his fingers and clinch her legs tightly together as she exploded into her first orgasm. Holding her tightly to him, he let her cum on his hand then slowly, as she came down again, he gently removed his fingers from her and caressed her slit lovingly, kissing her neck.

“You did very well, little one,” he said softly.

“Is it always like that?” she panted.

He chuckled softly. “Sometimes it’s even better.”

She turned in his arms to lay on her back, her hands idly playing against his bare chest.

“If it feels so good why did Naoly scream and say it hurt?” she asked in a soft, innocent voice.

His hand played through her hair as he stared at her.

“The first time, pet, is painful for a woman. After that, it doesn’t hurt anymore – if done properly.” He kissed her cheek and started to turn back to Naoly.

“But it didn’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“Mira, it will hurt the first time you actually have sex,” he said softly. “All I did was pleasure you. I haven’t entered you yet. When I do, it will hurt.”

She turned away from him and buried her face in the pillows. He sighed and stared at her for a moment then finally gathered her in his arms.

Holding her close he whispered softly, “I’ll be as gentle as I can, little one.”

He released her and turned back to Naoly, his hard cock ready for release again.