Part 2: 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.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.“My lord?” She swallowed nervously.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.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, scrutinising 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.“Yes, my lord.” Juliana only just managed to reply, her breath already coming in small gasps.“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?”“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.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 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. Gasping she opened her mouth, short pulses of breath held her suspended on the edge of release, so skilled his fingers to take her so close. 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 quivering lashes.
When his fingers were clean, she boldly took his hand and tried to place it back between her thighs again, but he resisted.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.He watched as she moved 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 and daunting in front of her, his heavy balls hanging low between his muscular thighs. He grasped his shaft with one hand and a fistful of her hair with the other. “You said I had a magnificent cock this morning. It’s time to prove your admiration.”His movements meant that he had moved forward slightly upon the chair, allowing Juliana easier access to his balls. 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.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.As before, he thrust his fingers deep into her, fucking her hard. She rubbed herself in a similar frenzy as her hips bucked skywards and she cried out 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.
