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Chapter two - Confrontation.

11:22 pm Monday, 22nd September, 2014

Chapter two - Confrontation.

Her day passed slowly as she went about her household duties. It was hard to concentrate as her mind would flash back to seeing him naked on his bed, to the pleasure in her breasts as he squeezed her nipples and the feel of his erect cock in her hand. Nightfall could not come soon enough. Should she surrender to him or attempt to resist his passion. John de Vesci was, after all, the reason she found herself forced into what amounted to slavery. Bought like a trinket from a market trader. Is this all he thought of her, would she be cast aside once he had played his games. Or perhaps she had been the object of his desire all along and he had ruined her father to have her. The only way to find out was to do as he bid and to wait for the outcome. Either way, she thought, she was sure to be well and truly fucked by John de Vesci.

As the sun lowered in the sky Juliana hastily finished her duties and went to her room. She cleaned her body and dressed in her most orderly clothes. How she longed for the finest silk and exotic fragrance to adorn he flesh, to be the seducer and not the seduced. She hated him for what he had done to her family, for the hardship he had so scurrilously brought upon them. But she desired him too like no other man she had met. For only he could understand the sexual needs that burned through her body. Only he could satisfy her cravings. As a young girl she would watch him taunt and tease her elder sister and Juliana had discovered the place in the forest that they would hide. He was the first man she had ever seen naked and she had, on many occasions, watched him forcefully take her own sister. To witness his strength and power and the pleasure he gave had awoken Julian's own virginal needs. Once she had seen her sister, hands bound and on her knees, forced to take his cock into her mouth. He had held her by the hair and pushed deep into her throat until she had gagged. His buttocks tense as he filled her mouth with his seed. Since that day she had wondered how he would taste, and it was this above all that captivated her: this one act that overshadowed the contempt she held for him now. She would suck him dry, feast upon him , and finally banish him from her desires...

At the appointed hour, her heart hammering loudly against her ribcage, she crept from her room and paused before his door. Now the time had come, she felt scared, hunted, like one of de Vesci’s deer in his park. Breathing fast, she began to turn away: maybe de Vesci would have forgotten about her and already have one of his other women with him.
“Come in Juliana. Don’t keep me waiting.” A voice called from the other side of the door.
She jumped. How did he know that she’d been standing there? Was he a sorcerer as well? Timidly she lifted the latch and entered. He was seated near the fire, a jewelled pewter goblet in his hand. His eyes raked her from head to toe, a slow smile on his face.
“Well, well, you have made an effort. Don’t think it’s not appreciated – or that I don’t understand why.”
“My lord?” She swallowed nervously.
He jumped to his feet with the same grace she’d seen earlier and came before her, stroking her hair before entwining his fingers in it and pulling her head backwards. She gasped at the sudden movement, a sound cut short as his lips descended onto hers. He kissed her hard, holding her trapped against him. Juliana now found herself at war in her own body: the kiss was like a hawk seizing its prey and she protested at the unexpected speed and savagery, her hands trying, ineffectively, to push him away. And yet at the same time she felt the rest of her body melt against his, and that place between her legs started to ache with need as it grew wetter and wetter.
He released her mouth almost as suddenly as he’d claimed it, but did not draw back. Instead she felt the roughness of his stubble against her cheek as he whispered into her ear: “I know what you are doing Juliana. You want your freedom and you hope that, by seeking to please me, I will grant it. But, mark me well, you would have to please me much for that to happen – far more than I think you are prepared for.”
Juliana couldn’t speak. He had misread her intentions completely, and yet… she had not thought of the possibility that she could earn her freedom in such a way or that she’d ever be free again at all. Maybe her desires could also bring her hope. “You do not know me then, my lord”, she said quietly, eliciting a low chuckle from him.
He drew back. “Very well then; we’ll see who’s right.” He began to unlace her gown with practised fingers. She shivered as she felt his touch through her clothes, making him pause. “What, scared already?” He looked intently into her eyes. “Or maybe it was a shiver of anticipation?”
She bit her lip and looked down, unable to trust herself to reply as she should. His fingers continued and then, with the laces undone, he slid the gown off her shoulders and onto the floor. She stood naked before his perusal, and she could feel his eyes on her body, perusing her as he would a new horse for his stables. He walked around her, trailing his fingers across her breasts, her neck, her buttocks, inspecting his new property.
Finally he stood in front of her again. “Very nice,” he said. “But a thing of beauty is no good for me unless it is also of use.” Holding her close to him, he ran his hand down her body until he came to the top of her slit where he paused. “So, are you going to be of use to me Juliana?”
“Yes, my lord,” Juliana only just managed to reply, her breath already coming in small gasps.
She felt his fingers slide in between her legs, into the hot wetness that wanted him so much.
“Dear God!” He exclaimed. “Your cunt is soaking. You little wanton! And all this time I thought you an innocent. Are you Juliana? Are you a maid?”
I shook my head and lifted my eyes to his again only to be pinned by their intensity.
“Well, we’ll soon see if you’re telling the truth…” And with that he slipped a finger inside her, smiling as she cried out with pleasure. “Do you want more?” Without waiting for an answer, he slipped another finger inside and began to move them in and out, his lips now on the soft skin of her throat. As he increased his rhythm, she gave a little moan and he felt her spread her legs a little wider to give him more access.
“Good girl. You really are a little whore under that ‘holier than thou’ exterior aren’t you?” He rubbed his thumb over her clit and felt her push down harder onto his fingers, lost in her own desire.
Juliana vaguely heard his words and knew that she should protest at his coarseness, but she was too caught up in the sensations he was provoking within her. She felt almost faint with pleasure feeling his strong, skilled fingers possess her. She wanted to beg him to fuck her but those were the words that she knew she could still not bring herself to say – even if they might one day earn her freedom. She even hated letting him see what he did to her, but over that she had no control whatsoever. She could feel herself start to climax…
De Vesci, too, could feel how close she was and suddenly – and regretfully – removed his fingers. Not yet. She hadn’t earned such pleasure just yet. He brought his hand up to her lips. “Taste yourself,” he ordered.
She opened her mouth and he gently pushed his fingertips between her lips. She could smell her juices and, as she reached out her tongue, could taste them too. She sucked them from his hand, all the time watching him from beneath her lashes. When his fingers were clean, she boldly took his hand and tried to place it back between her thighs again, but he resisted.
“Do you think I am here just to please you?” he growled. “Down on your knees, girl.”
She obeyed, knowing what was going to happen, her stomach turning somersaults with eager anticipation. But then he turned, walked back to his chair and sat down.
“Come to me,” he ordered. “No, don’t get up. Crawl to me.”
He watched as she crawled to him on hands and knees, and was surprised to see her eyes shining with what seemed like excitement. He licked his lips, feeling his own arousal grow and began to unlace the fastenings on his trousers, slipping them down over his hips to the floor. Now unconfined, his erection stood proud in front of her face. He grasped it with one hand and a fistful of hair with the other. “You said I had a magnificent cock this morning. It’s time to prove your admiration.”
He pulled her closer but there was really no need. This was what she had been dreaming of since this morning. With no further encouragement, she took him inside her mouth, tasting his saltiness, savouring the feel of his velvety skin against her tongue. She curled her fingers around the base of his cock, gripping tightly, and moving up and down in time to the rhythm of her mouth. Every now and again, she’d stop, pull back and run her tongue around the tip and up and down the length before once more plunging the shaft between her lips. Above her John started to move his hips and give small sounds of pleasure: he was still holding her hair but as yet had not tried to hold her still so that he could fuck her mouth.
His movements meant that he had moved forward slightly upon the chair, allowing Juliana easier access to his balls too. She momentarily diverted her attention from his cock and dared to go lower, licking his balls, taking them into her mouth and sucking before licking around the base of his shaft. Hearing him moan again, she gave a little tug on his hips and pushed his legs wider to give her tongue even greater access, probing his perineum with its soft tip until she could feel his hips begin to buck and his breath come in gasps.
Then he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up again to feast on his cock. Now he stood, pushing the chair aside and took hold of her head so that he could thrust in and out of her mouth with greater control. Her mouth was small and tight, but warm and wet – just like her cunt – and he thrilled at making her service him like this. He heard her gag and felt her grip at his thighs and at that point he lost himself with a great cry, spurting his seed into her mouth, filling her full.
Juliana struggled to take all of him in, and when he came she fought to swallow his load, tears in her eyes. But it was wonderful. He tasted so good. Even after he had finished, she continued to lick and suck, wanting more. Her hands strayed to her clit and she started to rub at herself, needing her own release.
Coming down from his own orgasm, John noticed what she was doing. Dropping onto the floor beside her, he pushed her backwards so that she was lying on her back. “You will only come if I allow it – do you understand? But this time I will allow it – as long as I can feel it. Now…” he pushed his fingers inside her dripping cunt again: “… make yourself come.”
As before, he thrust his fingers deep into her, fucking her hard. She rubbed herself in a similar frenzy and it wasn’t long before her hips bucked skywards and she cried out once, twice as her inner walls spasmed around his fingers. John smiled and withdrew his hand. He licked one finger: “Very nice. But it is your job to clean me is it not?” And once more Juliana found herself licking her own juices from the hand that had just given her so much pleasure.
When she had finished, de Vesci got up, picked up her gown and threw it at her. “You may leave me now. Tomorrow morning you will serve me as normal and tomorrow night you will come here again to continue your other duties to me. And remember, the first time you deny me anything is the end to any chance of freedom for you. Now go.”



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