Tabitha Bradley - Enticed

"I like you on your knees, my dear," he growled, leaning forward a bit.

Nika's reaction was immediate and intense. She flushed a deep crimson, swallowing hard, squirming a little bit in Gerik's grip.

"I think it's where she belongs, milord," Gerik said, thoughtfully, watching her.

"Exactly," Samuel said, standing slowly. "On her knees, naked, submissive.

The only thing that is missing is a collar."

Kazi Gerik chuckled softly. He slid his hand down her head, twisting his fingers in the hair at the base of her neck, so she could look up at Samuel as he approached her.

She shivered, shaking her head slightly. "No, Samuel," she whispered through dry lips.

His smile vanished and his eyes narrowed. "Exactly what part," he hissed, glaring down at her, "of 'shut up' did you not understand, slave?"

She wet her lips absently. "But I'm not!" she protested, breathlessly.

Gerik twisted his hand in her hair, yanking her head back as Samuel viciously backhanded her with a snarl. She gasped sharply, tears springing to her eyes, her cheek burning. She drew a shaking breath as Samuel grabbed her by her chin, forcing her head up so that he could look into her eyes.

"You are what I say you are, Nicolette," Samuel hissed, "and I say you are mine.

You can protest all you want…" He shoved a hand harshly between her thighs.

She winced as his fingers thrust into the hot, dewy flesh of her pussy and invaded her body. She moaned softly, a soft, wet sound coming from her. She squeezed her eyes closed. He rubbed her until shivers of heat were snaking upward from deep inside her and she couldn't help another long, low moan that made Gerik snicker and Samuel pull his hand from her with what sounded like a disdainful snort. "Your body believes it, my dear," he hissed, "even if you do not."

He pushed his slick fingers between her lips. "Suck them, slave," he ordered. "I want to see you lick your juices off me."

Nika shuddered, her tongue immediately brushing over his thick, long fingers.

She tasted softly musky, feminine and intoxicating. She didn't think she'd ever been so insanely reactive before. She opened her eyes, suckling his fingers lightly, and met a violet the color of the deepest depths of the sea, glittering like the amethyst her father had been so in love with when he'd been alive. She felt her heart flutter and her body tensed, prickles of icy heat racing over her skin and through her. She shouldn't be allowing this completely undignified, humiliating situation to excite her. It was wrong and she knew it. But she couldn't stop her own reactions and her body wouldn't allow her to lie. She moaned softly, sucking and licking his fingers clean, acutely aware of Samuel's intense gaze on her and the slightly agitated breathing of Kazi, behind her.

With a snarl, Samuel snapped his hand away. "At least you can do something right," he said disdainfully, standing.

Nika wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and tried to steady her breathing.

"You need to be properly trained," he muttered, dropping back onto the sofa with a disgruntled sigh. He looked at Kazi. "Bring her to me."

Kazi nodded and with a short tug on her hair, brought Nika to her feet. She wove slightly, unsteady on her feet from being forced hold a stiff kneeling position, and Gerik was more than happy to assist her, his slender, long-fingered hands moving greedily over her hips and butt and even up her body to brush over her full, soft breasts. She winced away from him, swatting at his groping hands and stumbled forward, towards Samuel. Her eyes flashed anger and fear and her cheeks went pink as Gerik simply stepped up behind her, grabbing her from behind, snaking a hand around her waist, across her hips and one around her chest, up under her breasts, his fingers finding and cupping her in a way that made her blush as her rebellious body betrayed her dislike and her nipples hardened at his touch, her skin burning and her body trembling inside.

Samuel simply watched them, calmly, coldly amused.

"Stop him!" Nika finally gasped, terrified at what her body was telling her, as Gerik's fingers finally slid between her thighs, snickering softly at what he found there.

"Why?" Samuel drawled, a nasty smirk curving his lips. "I find it entertaining."

"You said you didn't want anyone else touching me!" she said, squirming as Kazi pulled her up, tight against his lean frame.

"Without my permission," Samuel said smugly.

Nika groaned. This was worse than when Samuel tried to force her to lick his boots. She couldn't allow Gerik to do this to her. No matter what she might have thought before, when Samuel was driving her insane with pleasure, she couldn't let this happen. "Please, Samuel!" she groaned as Kazi's hand closed tightly around her breast, kneading it and scraping his thumbnail across the nipple. Her head fell back against his shoulder with a gasp. His other hand slid wetly between her slick, soft, throbbing flesh, teasing her clit and dipping into her, first slowly as he chuckled and nuzzled her earlobe, then faster as she moaned and squirmed against him. She felt his body, sinewy and strong behind her, his arousal pressing hard against her naked buttocks and his whispery, reedy voice breathing in her ear.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before I got my hands on you, Adelar. My men seem to think you're a good little fuck."

Nika groaned and turned her head away. She was trembling, having trouble keeping on her feet by now. "Stop…" she breathed, "Ancestors … please…"

Samuel laughed at her. It was dark, rich and infinitely evil. "What, Nicolette? I could swear you were begging me, even though you clearly seem to be enjoying his attentions. Our women all insist that Commander Gerik is extremely talented when it comes to sex."

"Yes, Samuel," she panted, "please. Make him stop. I can't take it."

Gerik laughed and shoved her away from him, into the floor at Samuel's feet.

"You're right sir," Kazi said, licking his fingers with a smile, "she does need training, badly. And perhaps some mental work. She's so confused she can't see straight. You sure you can't wait at least a few hours? I'd be quite happy to take her down to the dungeons and get her started on some proper slave training. It's been a pain in the ass being unable to teach her correct discipline these past four years."

Nika looked sharply at Gerik. She flushed as he deliberately licked his long, long fingers slowly, looking right at her with the most demonic expression she'd ever seen on him. She shuddered and turned away, her cheeks burning and eyes hot with mortified tears. Her body was vibrating with unsatisfied need and she drew a shuddering breath that she fought hard to keep from sounding like a sob.

"Yes, I'd not want to wait much longer," Samuel was saying, "but after that she will be your responsibility. I believe our Duke Gareth is interested in buying her services for a time, but I'd not want her to go to him as intractable as she is right now." She glared up at Samuel, annoyed as hell to be spoken of like an infant or an untrained puppy, but was chilled by the expression on his darkly handsome face. He reached out and wrapped his fingers tightly in her rich, ruby curls. She hissed in pain, but was compelled to allow it. "We'd be rude to inflict such an uncontrollable, wanton whore on the man who's made it possible for us to sweep Adelar finally from the face of the earth." He yanked her hair and she gasped.

Kazi gave them a thin, arrogant smile. "Excellent, sir."

Samuel turned to Nika. "You will learn, Nicolette. And you will learn well.

Resign yourself to the fact that you will serve Master Gerik and obey him in all things, once I have finished with you." She winced and turned her head away. He snarled softly and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him. "You're a VonTesmar slave now. Adelar does not exist. You and Nolan are the last of the blood."