The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 69
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 69 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
“Yes, things,” I repeated while inspecting her averted eyes. “For example, how exactly do you expect this to work? You’re a married woman. What will your husband think?”
“But...” Her muscles tightened, and she risked a quick glance at me through the dangling platinum curtain. From between the shiny strands, fear lurked in those shadowed irises. “Please. I need ... I’m sorry, master. It’s been so long. I’ve waited for...” She smacked her lips and trembled under my palm on her sleek leg. “Um, I’d hoped Erville would be ... Well, at first, he tried to play a little rough, but ... Uh, he got bored and wouldn’t go far enough. Not for me.”
Did I believe her? Yes, to that extent, I did. When I nodded and grinned at her, her muscles relaxed. At my hand’s gentle squeezing of her inner thigh, just below her drooling cleft, she huffed. But as much as she tried to restrain herself, her gaze kept flicking between my hand on her silken warm skin and my face. There was more being hidden. With a sigh, I retrieved the mug and enjoyed a slow sip of coffee. Again, there was no rush.
“Well then”–I cleared my throat—”that’s something I need to know. How far will you go, Cinder? What do you crave?”
“Oh.” Her eyes flashed before dropping. “So, you’ll remain my master?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged and took another languid drink. “But you’ll have to earn me.”
“I will, master.” Her head nodded so fast the platinum tresses flickered as they bounced. “Anything, master. I’ll do anything for you.”
“First, I must punish you, slave.”
“I know, master.” She gulped. “My gaze—”
“Hmm, not just that.” After gulping the rest of the coffee, I stood and slid the chair aside. “We must discuss your future.”
“Yes, mas—”
Her voice ended in a louder gulp when I replaced the mug with a riding crop. Not the one I’d used on Mandy in the desert. A glossy sheen coated its sleeker leather, and it possessed a much stiffer tab. As I ran its length beneath her, covering it in her leaking fluids, she whimpered even as her straddling body eased back and forth, stroking its slimness. The scent of her need sent my pulse racing, as did her quick gasp, when I flicked the shiny black rod free. As it whirred through the air, she moaned.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
In synch with the three swift blows snapped at her clit and both sharp nipples she groaned, thrusting her body into the strikes. Okay, another test complete. Not really much of a surprise—pain was well within her lines. After tossing the rod aside, I gripped my cock in one hand and slapped my other on her shaking skull.
With my fist tight in her hair, I yanked her head upward to stare into those blazing emeralds. They exploded when I thrust deep. In a single motion, I pierced her dripping wetness, shoving my ridges through her slippery, pulsating walls. At their first forceful clenching, I smiled.
“Come for me, slave.”
For several seconds, her brain was frozen. But then those eyes flickered until white surrounded them. Well-toned muscles tensed as her body shuddered between me and the metal frame. Right as her pussy clenched me in a sloppy, vice-like grip, her mouth opened to utter the first scream.
But I was ready and after clasping her skull in both hands, I drove my lips onto hers, thrusting my tongue deep. Unexpected, the forceful kiss flung her even further over the edge. As our mouths devoured her cry, her twisting body slammed back and forth in the rattling shackles. More cries flooded both swirling tongues as the entire metal frame shook under her massive convulsions.
The whole time, her desire-filled green pools gnawed at my soul. When I began slow strokes, her tongue relaxed and soon played. Another bargain was added to our contract: she was mine, and I’d care for her.
Given everything we’d already done, it wasn’t long before her rhythmic clenching had the desired effect. After lifting my lips, I stared deeper into her eyes.
“Accept my seed, slave,” I whispered as her panting hot breath battered my face.
Unable to speak, she only nodded, but her insides clamped even harder on my pumping flesh. Right as my cock flexed, unleashing its first payload, her eyes flashed. Every muscle in her sweat-slick frame, pinned between my thrusting pelvis and the metal, quivered.
That scream I didn’t muffle and as her head flew backwards to unleash it into the room, I surged forward to suckle at her neck. As the deepest fear within me suspected, she froze for the briefest of seconds, but I caught it. The cry became a strange mewling sound. Also not unexpected, she clenched my pulsing rod even harder.
Oh, so many mysteries, but at least I’d uncovered one clue. Again, there was no rush. As my next jets sent hot thickness spurting from her distended folds, to drip off my emptying balls, she continued shuddering.
At last, she crumpled, her head sagging in my grip. After grinning at her fluttering eyelashes, I laid it on my shoulder and exhaled. Warm trails of bubbly drool slithered from her panting lips down my chest, still being gouged by her sharp, heated nipples.
For a while, I remained just like that, pinning her outstretched body to the shaking frame. Head lolling on my collarbone, she murmured. At each shaky kiss against my skin, heat sizzled within me. Only once my fat cockhead plopped free of her pulsing folds did I take a step away.
As I undid the wrist shackles, she said nothing. After letting her heated, slick curves fold downwards onto my back, I released her ankles. Once I’d eased her to her knees on the padded floor, she sighed. All it took was a smile from me before she moved closer, mouth opening.
With her lips gliding along my dangling shaft, followed by her twisting fingers, I gathered her hair in my fist. But only to keep the matted, yet still shiny tresses clear as she slurped, sucking me clean.
“Do a good job, slave,” I said, more out of habit. Despite the continued trembling as aftershocks rippled through her, she was fastidious.
Only when her mouth slid upwards to glide over my tip and she started to bob did I tug myself free. There’d be plenty of time for her other skills later, but I was back on my ancient schedule. With, of course, the added dimension of plumbing her secrets.
“Stay,” I commanded.
“Yes, master,” came from her bowed head.
After a quick nod, I removed and cleaned the shackles along with the riding crop. But at the sound of slurping and licking behind me, I turned and gulped. Bent over, she hadn’t moved from the spot. However, she was swirling her tongue and dragging her mouth over the mat beneath the frame, cleaning the floor of our fluids. As I dried the implements, she focused on herself, scooping glossy ribbons from her battered folds to her lips, but being careful not to glance in my direction.
Intense training? Personal meticulousness? Or was she desperate to ensure I kept her? Whatever it was, I couldn’t help smiling. Yes, I damn sure should’ve been concerned about my suspicions. But she was a stunning beauty, one with profound needs. So, there we were, playing our roles as laughter flowed down from a mist-shrouded Mount Olympus.
Rather than comment, once done, I snatched the robe in one hand and hooked my finger into her collar. Although shaking, she let me lift her to her feet. Once again silent, she permitted me to lead her up through the house. In my bedroom, her feet dragged for a second, but I tugged her into the bathroom. With her shuffling on the tile, I leaned to start the shower. When I turned to her, her gaze dropped.
“Collar,” I said, holding out my palm.
With no words, and head still bowed, she removed and placed the sweat-slick leather in my hand. After guiding her into the enclosure, I handed her a bottle of Mandy’s bodywash.
“You can also use that,” I nodded towards the women’s shampoo on a shelf.
“Thank—”