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Bound by Desire (mf) by Selena Long
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Bound By Desire by Selena Long
It was a cold winters night. The moon shone brightly upon the
lake casting a shadow on rippling water. Chelsea sat alone in her
tower, gazing out into the night. The air was crisp causing her
to wrap her cloak tighter around her lithe frame. She started
humming a haunting melody as she sat waiting for him to approach.
Somehow she knew he would come, her dreams told her so. She
recalled the dream she had the night before, an arousing vision
of a man in armor, upon a powerful black steed. The man and horse
was one with the wind as they rode hard against the packed earth.
His face was obscured by his dark helmet, only the eyes was
visible, the dark ominous eyes scrutinizing anything within its'
periphery. She shook her head in a symbolic gesture to purge her
mind of the dream.
Suddenly, the pounding of hooves could be heard in the distance,
the sound growing closer with each step. Chelsea, drew away from
the window, partially obscuring her body. She didn't want to be
noticed. No, not just yet. She wanted to look at the mental
invader. He appeared at the base of her tower, raising his head
slowly to gaze at the lovely vision before his eyes. He couldn't
see much, since her cloaked concealed her well, but he knew she
must be the one, the one who haunted his waking dreams. He knew
this night was destined to be. "So, be it," he mumbled under his
breath. The steam floated around his words as they expelled into
the crisp air.
After dismounting, he scanned the area for shelter and noticed a
barn a few yards away. He guided his horse to the small
structure, then prepared him for the its' rest. Chelsea paced the
room frantically. "He's here. What am I to do," she asked herself
in hollow silence. The first clang of the heavy brass against the
door startled her into action. "Brumus, would you see to our
visitor." The manservant hobbled to do her bidding. His humped
back caused him to take measured steps along the spiral
stairwell. When he reached the door, he released an exasperated
sigh into the air. The stairs were becoming difficult to master.
He knew his time was near. Opening the door slowly, the gust of
wind burst forth to announce the visitor's presence. A gloved
hand quickly grabbed the door and held it in place. "Thank you,
sir," the wheezined servant thanked him profusely. "If you would
follow me, I will take you to my mistress." He led the way to a
secret panel behind the stone wall. It slid back to reveal a dark
cavern. The age old smell of must assailed his senses causing a
small gasp to escape. "It's been a long time since we used this
cavern, sir," he apologized. They walked along the corridor, the
sounds of mice could be heard scraping the stone walls in search
for a hiding place.
"This way, sir," he said as he pointed the lighted torch straight
ahead. He passed him, then entered what appeared to be a dungeon.
Cobwebs lined the walls in intricate designs, shackles were
attached to parts of the wall, but what commanded his attention
was the wooden board. It stood massive in the corner with four
chains that appeared strategically placed on its' surface. He
didn't know what to make of the events that seem to transpire
with new twists at each blink of the eye. But he knew this very
scene was apart of his dreams.
A door slid open, its noiseless whisper granting entrance to the
most lovely vision he ever set eyes upon. Her white gown seem to
illuminate the dark room, giving her a celestial appearance. Her
tanned skin enhanced her exotic beauty, her eyes were light-
brown, slightly almond shape with long lashes. Her full sensual
lips perfectly shaped added to her allure. The long, slender neck
commanded his eyes to travel lower to seek the fullness of her
breasts. He couldn't control his rapid heart beat. His mind
begged to touch the vision before him.
Chelsea, smiled at him. She knew he wanted her as much as she
wanted him. "Remove your helmet, so that I may gaze upon your
face," she commanded. He rushed to do her bidding, relieving
himself of his metal mask quickly. She sucked the air between her
clenched teeth. He was more handsome than her dreams. His hair
was dark as a raven's wing, smooth eyebrows arched seductively
over his almond shape eyes. His features sharp, but softened by
his incredible smile, which displayed even white teeth. It was
disarming, her resolve melted away. She must touch him and know
his touch even if it mean condemning them both to flames of
desire. "Please, remove the rest of your armor," she requested.
"Madam, may I even know your name." He spoke in a deep rich
timbre. "My name is, Chelsea. And yours,sir," she asked. "My name
is Sir Stefan, knight of the third realm," he beamed with pride.
"Well, Sir Stefan, tonight you will be knight of my realm. The
knight of my desires." His eyes shown brightly. "As you wish, my
lady." He bowed deeply, granting her the gentility and respect
due to nobility.
He last of his armor was set aside and he stood proud and true of
his body. Years of battle in defense of his King sharpened his
skills, his body honed to perfection. Chelsea, admired the way
his torso rippled with muscles with each movement. Her breathing
increased, tiny beads of perspiration rested on her forehead. She
instructed him to lie on the table, as he lay she chained his
hands and arms to the board. He started to protest, but she
placed her fingers to his lips and calmed him with her soothing
voice. "Shhhhh, it will be alright. I wouldn't do anything to
hurt you. You are mine to behold and I never hurt the ones I
desire." He declaration caused a wonderful chill to flow up his
spine like a thousand tiny fingers caressing him at once. "You're
magnificent," she said as she admired his body. "I will take
extra special care of you, Sir Stefan." He couldn't speak, words
failed him at the soft caress of her fingertips on his fevered
skin. She ran her fingers through his thick mane, massaging his
temples to relax him further. She could feel the tenseness in his
body. "Relax, Sir Stefan, just feel what I'm doing to you. Give
into your desires," she whispered softly. With a low moan that
grew louder with each stroke of her fingers, he slowly gyrated
his hips, silently communicating his need to have her touch his
most sensitive area. She knew what he wanted, but it wasn't time,
she had much more in store.
She walked away from the table causing him to cry out in
frustration. She returned with a small wooden box. Your puzzled
look prompted her to explain it's contents. She reveled in the
joy her remark gave you. Removing the reddish-color oil from the
container, she held it up to the light to marvel the sparkling
glow. Slowly removing the crystal cap, she tilted the glass
forward so its' contents would drip onto your skin. The liquid
trailed from your neck to the base of your manhood. The feel of
the cool liquid caused you to gasp, the sweet strawberry smell
tantalized your senses. Just when you adjusted to the feel of the
stick substance warm flesh caressed yur neck. The oil was heat
activated so the more she licked the warmer it felt on your skin.
You harden against the continued assault, welcoming each touch
with a moan. "Tell me what you desire," she asked, swirling her
tongue around your massive chest. "I desire to be consumed by
your passion." She sighed, clearly showing her discontent.
"That's not enough, what else," she asked. "I want to know your
touch, everywhere upon my person. I want to feel my probing deep
inside you." She smiled at him, a knowing smile that promised
pure ecstasy. Her tongue left his chest and traveled down his
sides, brushing against your navel, teasingly, at last settling
around the base of your treasure. Her lips touched the tip of
your engorged manhood, all thought fled your mind and you
trembled against my lips. Thrusting your steel rod deep inside
her mouth, tasting the dark masculinity, stroking and sucking and
showing you that she had an animality especially hers.
She released his imprisoned limbs so they could roam her body at
will. You couldn't hold your release much longer. Suddenly, she
stopped, allowing you time to control your breathing. She joined
him on the board, willing you to seek your pleasure. He respond
in kind, demanding with lips, and tongue an invasion of his own.
His hands roamed, caressing her breasts, teasing the rigid peaks,
rotating slowly downward against her taut abdomen, playig in the
damp curls, teasing once again, s close and yet not close enogh
tothe frenzied throbbing between her legs.
He parted her thighs, and his fingertips touched the center of
her heat. Moaning with pleasure, Chelsea writhed beneath the
erotic assault.He ben his head to lick her breasts, nd her own
hands rubbed wildly across the taut expanse of his back, working
around the hard, muscled contours until she could stroke the
thick hairs of his underarm. His tremor matched her own.
When he settled himself between her legs, Chelsea, wet and
waiting, gave herself to him in mindless ecstasy. His penetration
was smooth and natural. She knew her knight was right where he
belonged.
His thrusts increased with savage inevitably, and yet there was
no pain-only spiraling rapture as she matched the force and
rhythm of his drives. They climaxed together, as if they done so
many times before. Chelsea held Stefan tightly, trembling against
him, thrilling in the tremors that shook his powerful frame. She
sighed against his neck, her breathing coming in hot ragged
spurts.
He removed his body from his warm home. "Did I hurt you,"he asked
with genuine concerned. "No, I'm fine," she smiled. "There is
something I need to say to you." She gazed at him hoping,
expecting....."Chelsea, I.......
"Stefan, hey are you in there???" The banging on your bedroom
door awakened you. "Yeah, wait a sec," you grumbled as you
wrapped a robe around your body to answer the door. "What were
you doing in there, I was outside banging for two minutes." You
attempted to clear your thoughts with a shake of your head. You
realized you were dreaming. "Uhh, Stef, are you okay buddy?" You
friend gazed at you questioningly. "Yeah, was just in a deep
sleep, that's all. Wait!" You started to sniff the air. "Do you
smell that," you asked your friend. "Smell what, " he wondered.
"You know...that??" Your friend assumed you were half asleep as
you walked around the apartment sniffing the air. "What do you
smell, Stef," he asked. "Strawberries".................
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