A nd, to his greatest pleasure, that was exactly what she did. She was a bit tremulous about it, in a sweet way. He could sense her trepidation, but he kept his hand out to her until her delicate fingers found their way into his palm .

Even then, he didn't grip them or pull her towards him, merely providing support with his thumb over the backs of her fingers as she climbed onto the bed .

Looking around her shyly, she then asked, "That was all I really knew about what was supposed to happen—what do we do now, do you know ?"

He rose to his knees, helping her to hers and wrapping his arms around her. "I do, Princess. I do," he whispered. Her gown was still draped over her crooked arms and still covering most of her. Slowly, watching her reactions carefully, he encouraged her to straighten her arms and moved the neckline down further, exposing her other breast, which he treated to an enthusiastic suckling that left her moaning and clutching at him. Then, with very little help from him, the material pooled on the bed around her and she was naked before him .

"Just as I said—breathtakingly beautiful," he breathed, kissing her deeply, his hands roaming over the territory he'd just revealed. He felt her tense sometimes, within his arms, but she never actually balked .

"Please lie down, Princess," he asked, doing so himself, on his side .

She complied, but about a foot away from him. He reached out and curved an arm over her waist, pulling her up against him .

"Oh!"

"We are meant to touch anywhere we can, as much as we can, throughout our coupling, but in one very particular place." His hand found her mons again, only this time, her legs were tightly closed .

"Open your legs for me, please, Princess ."

She bit her lip, but did not do as he asked .

Vallon recognized this as an opportunity to teach her how he expected her to behave—regardless of where they were. If he told her to do something, he expected her to say, "Yes, sir," and then do it. Disobedience—in any form—would not be tolerated .

So, he let his voice reflect his discontent, saying again, more firmly this time, "Princess. Please open your legs." They would work on the idea that he didn't intend to repeat himself unnecessarily at another time .

Cika wanted to do as he asked—although the urge puzzled her, and the unmistakable fact that he was unhappy with her was much more troubling to her than it ought to be. The idea that a slave didn't like what she was doing or not doing—that a slave was asking her to do anything at all for him—was unbelievably absurd .

She was a princess. He was nothing .

And yet, the way he was with her—dominant and firm—felt more normal and natural to her than anything she'd ever encountered in her lifetime, and she genuinely wanted to obey him .

But she couldn't do as he asked, could she? It would be obscene to let him touch her there any more than he already had. Somehow, lying down with him, she felt much more vulnerable and much more exposed to him than she had, and it was causing her to balk at his demand. The differences in their sizes seemed to be much more glaring—and disconcerting—than they had been, and she was feeling small and a bit overwhelmed by it—by everything that was happening to her .

"Princess, I realize that I have already far overstepped my bounds with you and that you could long since have reduced me to a useless puddle of agony on the floor. But I must be as I am, regardless of the consequences. And at this moment, if I was not fighting every urge in my body, you would already be on your tummy, getting a spanking—" He heard her sharply indrawn breath at the word and forged ahead, "—for not doing as I asked, even though I know without a doubt that I would likely not only be tortured but killed for touching you in such a manner ."

She stiffened, but didn't say or do anything .

"Doing as I ask might result in a moment of embarrassment, but I promise you, it will not cause you any pain, and indeed, will lead the way to a lifetime of ecstasy in my arms ."

He was nothing if not sure of himself, Cika thought, looking up at him, seeing firmness and intelligence and a depth of feeling she hadn't expected to know in his eyes .

And then, of their own accord, her legs began to part .

"Good girl!" he praised. The words were out of his mouth before he even thought about them, and he paused, wondering if she would castigate him for them, adding, "Princess," after the fact .

Why should those two words—most often spoken to a child—suffuse her with such warmth and a sense of pride she'd never before experienced, even in regards to her work ?

But her musings were interrupted by the movement of his hand, calmly and gently claiming the area that she had opened to him. Her hand found his wrist, clamping onto it tightly, but then she was treated to a stark demonstration of what she really already knew—that he was beyond strong enough to ignore any attempt she might make to stop him, letting her hold onto him, but not acknowledging the presence of her hand at all as those large, long, slightly rough fingers proceeded to explore her with infinite care .

Still, she couldn't help but attempt to stop him, although her death grip on his wrist eased as he was as good as his word and nothing he did resulted in any pain whatsoever .

In fact, just the opposite was true. He touched her as if he knew that part of her better than she did, and that was a real possibility—but the things he did! She knew she was terribly red the entire time, her face automatically turned into his chest to hide what she could of her embarrassment

Vallon could not have been more thrilled by her if she was touching him again. She was so wonderfully soft and warm and, when his fingers delved inexorably down to her entrance, he discovered that she was much less unaffected than she might have him think! As soon as his fingertips found her slickness, it gushed over them and he wanted to roar with pride .

Instead, he dipped three of them into her honey and headed back up her delicious divide to place them firmly over her tender bud .

"Unnhhh." That was a sound she'd never made before but then no one had ever touched her as he had, either, her body flooding with sensations that were so acute they were almost painful, causing her fingers, which had relaxed a bit, to reassert themselves around his wrist .

Vallon rested the heel of his hand on her mons, leaving his fingers to stroke gently over her as he spoke quietly and calmly, "Princess, please let go of my arm and put your hand at your side ."

Her eyes flew to his and he saw the unwanted return of the hesitance and fear she'd shown occasionally all night, but he didn't say or do anything other than what he was already doing—petting her, albeit not in a very soothing way. He let his fingers do the talking for him, and within a very few strokes, she had obeyed him—of her own volition .

Again, he wanted to howl with success, but instead, he settled for leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "Good girl, Princess." His cock jerked when he heard her whimper at his words .

He continued to play with her, kissing her, sucking hard at nipples that rose as she arched her back with need, occasionally traveling down to collect more slickness and gently probing as he did so to determine just how well guarded she was .

Pressing up inside her a bit, just with his index finger, caused her to squirm slightly, as if he was hurting her. He ignored it, knowing it was just a feeling of unfamiliar pressure against a small scrap of flesh that he knew was meant to yield to him, and which would easily do so with absolutely no pain to her .

In his experience, pain was only felt by the female when she was taken before her husband made certain that her body had been made ready to receive him .

His princess was already more than able to accept him, even considering his size .

Keeping his finger there, almost but not quite within her, he caught her eye and said, "This is the entrance to your sheath, Princess. This is where my sword will find a home within you—where we will mate ."

She looked flabbergasted. "B-but you're so…so big !"

He out and out blushed at that, although he knew he oughtn't, as she had no basis on which to make comparisons and no real idea why he was doing so. "Your body is more than big enough to accept me, Princess. And it will help satisfy the need you feel within you to be filled ."

Her eyes went round. How did he know about something she could barely put words to herself ?

Vallon chuckled softly, moving to position himself between her legs, watching her eyes immediately latch onto the sight of his cock as he placed the head against her small opening. "I shall go slowly, Princess. You must tell me if you feel any pain at all so that I can soothe it away ."

She looked up at him, and he could see fear at the edges of her eyes again. "This is it ?"

Vallon kissed her, challenging himself not to take her until he had eradicated that anxiety. "Yes, Princess. This is the act of mating—coupling." His lips found hers for a long moment, then, as he drew back, he let his fingers begin to strum over her a bit more demandingly than they had, watching her closely to see when desire replaced trepidation in eyes that were—he was gratified to see—rapidly on the verge of glazing over from it .

His advance was torturously slow but he liked the challenge of it, dedicating his mind to keeping track of where she was, wanting her to experience her pleasure when she was full of him as often as was physically possible, so that she would come to associate his complete possession of her body with ecstasy .

She whimpered and mewled a bit, but made no overt sounds that clued him in to anything being painful, so he pressed on, opening her up around him. She was so tight he was barely hanging on, but eventually, she had taken all of him. He rocked forwards a bit just to make sure, and she groaned loudly. Vallon hid his triumphant smile against her neck .

Then he sat back a bit, eager fingers finding her little morsel again as he began pumping into her, gently at first and then more forcefully, watching and listening to the rise of the ecstasy that he was bringing to her .

Cika was quite sure that she had lost her mind. She had been afraid at first when he began to advance himself into her, but he had again been as good as his word—it was amazing! The feeling of being filled was unbelievably wondrous, and even the very slight pain of being stretched anew was welcome as a distraction from the other totally overwhelming feelings .

And then, when his fingers surrounded her again—she didn't know what was happening, and she didn't really care—she just hoped it would go on and on and on .

And it did. Something was building inside her—something powerful and wild and indescribable, and she wanted to find out where this ended up, even though the idea frightened her a bit .

"That's it, little one," he soothed, increasing the tempo of his fingertips as he increased the frequency with which he pounded himself into her, not even thinking of how inappropriate it was to call her that. "Just let it happen. It's the right thing to do. Your body needs mine—it needs me—to get you there ."

She didn't know what "it" was, but she thought it was probably going to get there pretty soon, and if it didn't, she thought she was probably going to go crazy .

Seconds before her very first climax, he stared down into her eyes. "This is how it should be, with you beneath me, opening yourself to me, accepting me. Come, Princess. Submit your body and your pleasure to me, and I will treasure it—and you—for all time ."

His words only contributed to that powerful whirlwind of sensations gathered at the spot where his fingers lay worrying her stiff, swollen bead, and lower, where his cock pierced her over and over, every muscle in her body tightening, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, straining for something about which she knew nothing .

And then the furious storm that he had wrought within her broke over her like a tornado, sending slim hips bucking up to receive him, her screams so loud that he had to clamp his hand over her mouth lest someone summon guards to the room as she pitched and heaved like a wild woman beneath him .

Vallon could feel those tremendously hard contractions squeezing his cock and they seemed to go on and on, only lessening a little as time went on, as if she was riding one big crest of an orgasmic wave. He continued to take her, at first, wanting to bring her to a few more peaks before achieving his own, but she seemed to be in a state of orgasmic bliss that he couldn't hope to achieve himself, so he finally allowed himself to find his own completion as she continued to milk him strongly, screaming without hesitation, "Princess!" at the end, as he emptied himself within her .

Exhausted, he could still feel her spasming around him as his body began to recede from hers, but despite his own tiredness, he rolled to the side of her, keeping a hand on where she was still splayed, her hips still arching up, still seeking stimulation .

And he was more than willing to provide that for her. She shuddered when his fingers plunged into her, bringing a combination of their juices to her clit, which he frigged mercilessly, driving her to the brink then backing off, repeating the cycle over and over again until she was practically mad—as well as angry—with lust .

"Do you want to feel it again, Princess? Those lovely feelings like you did when I was fucking you ?"

She knew crude language when she heard it—although she hadn't heard it very often in her lifetime—but she was well beyond correcting him for it .

"Yes—do it now !"

He removed his hands from her entirely, instead .

Cika fumed. "I command you to !"

Vallon closed his eyes, sighing contentedly .

"Now !" she yelled .

She knew she should simply reach down and do it herself, but she'd never done that before, and she couldn't quite bring herself to, even now .

Besides, as soon as she started to let them creep down towards the area where he had been touching her, she found her wrists caught in one of his hands and brought above her head .

"Let me go immediately—this minute!" she screamed .

He didn't answer in any way but to place his fingers back over her, letting the big pad of his middle finger stroke up and over her, very slowly, and just once, although his hand remained there, claiming her as his, quite primitively .

"Vallon! Slave! Do as you are told !"

Nothing she said moved him, and she was now held helpless and could do very little moving of her own, especially when he curled a heavy leg over hers to keep them separated .

Panting and aching, she even tried to arch against his leg, but he moved it so that she couldn't and she shrieked in frustration, tugging at wrists that were firmly—but not uncomfortably—held .

Finally, in desperation, Cika whimpered softly, "Please ."

"Ahh. There is a word I will always like to hear from you, Princess." He dragged his finger slowly back and forth over the very tip of her clit in reward—making her shiver, but not come .

She was appalled at how easily she had been reduced to such a demeaning level, but she didn't hesitate to repeat her plea—even more emphatically—when it had seemed to work a little. "Please !"

"Ah-ahh-ahhhh. A little too demanding for my tastes, though. I think it's time you come to the realization, Princess, that, in this room, when we are together like this, you are not the one who is in control ."

She rebelled as best she could at that pronouncement, eyes flashing angrily, but beyond moving her body—from which he had removed his hand as soon as she had begun to object—a few inches to and fro, there was little else she could do .

"I can make you feel like this any time I touch you. I will make you feel like this again, any time I want to. But only if you agree to what I've just said—that you will do as I say when we are alone together in this room—that you will submit yourself to me completely ."

She clamped her jaw together, and he leaned down to suckle at a still achingly stiff nipple, leaving it hard and wet and her writhing and pressing herself up into his mouth .

A few other touches here and there, and she whispered, "All right ."

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you say, 'Yes, sir'. Those will always be your magic words ."

He knew he was pushing her, but he had a feeling that he was going to get away with it, too. For someone who had been an untried girl a few minutes ago, she had turned out to be a boiling pot of sensuality, and Vallon had a feeling that would be yet another—quite pleasant—method of controlling her .

"No!" She couldn't possibly say that to a slave! Could she ?

He appeared to settle himself in. "We have all night, I believe, Princess. In fact, I think we have several nights." Then he crooked his middle finger several times, very quickly, over her, before stopping dead again .

Cika growled in frustration, but that only made him grin down at her, skimming the barest palm of his hand over every bit of her bare, ultra-sensitized skin that he could reach .

"Say it, Princess, and I shall grant you your wish, although I must warn you, I won't always ."

Another feral growl, but she still stubbornly refused to submit .

Vallon found himself surprised that it was the semantics—not the actual concept—that had her stymied. Still, he did not intend to give in to her .

Four or five rounds of agonizing, unfulfilling pleasure later, she finally groaned softly, "Yes, sir," to which he leaned down and whispered, just before capturing a nipple in his mouth and setting his fingers to her mercilessly, "Good girl, Princess ."

And, because he intended to reward good behavior on her part—and severely punish any bad—he plunged himself inside her again and brought her to so many hard won, devastating peaks that she had begun to beg him for mercy just before she passed out in his arms .