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Black and White Maiden's Dress

The lord lounges back in his seat, his hunger satisfied but another growing at an increased rate. He swirls his wine in hand, watching the red liquid before taking a sip. Just as he dips his tongue in the tart drink, the maid comes in to clear the dishes away. The bulge in his pants turns into a raging hard-on, and he now wishes to whet his new new appetite. Grabbing her wrist before she can hurriedly dash off, he pulls her sharply towards him, forcing her to fall in his lap.

She lets out a small cry before he can cover her mouth with his large hand, wrapping an arm around her to keep her in place. Large doe eyes peer up into his hard gaze. She swallows, unaccustomed to being so close to a male, slightly wriggling in his lap trying to figure out why the lord would wear something so uncomfortable hard in his pants.

"Listen quietly, pet. I will not tolerate one word coming out of that mouth. Is that understood?" His piercing eyes holding her still.

She nods as if in a trance. He removes his hand so slowly she holds her breath and immediately begins nibbling her bottom lip, unable to hide her nervousness. He smirks inwardly knowing she is a virgin. That knowledge goes straight to his cock, his pants tightening to painful measures.

"Knees now, pet." A hand in her hair, the other firmly placing her on the floor as he presses her down. He tsks seeing thighs closed and the tips of his shoes to push them open so wide, she can barely hold the position it's so uncomfortable. "When you're in your knees for me, there will be no question to whom this belongs." He drags the tip of one shoe up her thigh to the apex of her knees making her gasp, guessing a plain cotton pair covering what was his. "And you will always be ready for me. Understood?"

Those wide doey eyes widen further at the lazy strokes of his shoe touch her most intimate place. She trembles, not understanding what he's doing and drops her gaze.

His hand is swift to her throat, cupping it in a loose grip that carried an underlying promise of his strength. She yelped and tried to pull away but the more she tried to escape the tighter his grip became until finally he was gripping her throat in a tight hold, not cutting off her oxygen but enough to slow it down and make her feel heady. "You are mine, now. No longer do you serve this castle, you serve me and me alone. Is. That. Understood. Pet?" His shoe digging into her pussy, the fabric a small barrier preventing his entrance.

She whimpers and nods her head as best she can, unable to move in the awkward position he held her. She's forced to feel every single touch. Stating into her eyes before searching her entire face, he sits back once more and moves his hand from her throat to her hair again. "Undo my trousers. Your first lesson begins now."

Started: 8/11/18
Finished: To be continued...