away, and the Beast must have felt her muscle twitch under his touch. He chuckled and began trailing his fingers up the inside of her thigh.
“Have you finished eating?” He sounded eager, which did not bode well.
“No! I mean, I'm still hungry. May I have more, please?”
The Beast fed her another bite and resumed stroking her inner thigh. He caressed the gentle curve and dropped into the hollow between her leg and her sex.
She couldn't look away. She quivered, wondering how long he'd tease. The Beast's fingers pushed under the fabric at her breast and began toying with her nipple.
Amarantha gasped.
In the quiet manse, a clock chimed midnight. The Beast withdrew his hands, leaving her trembling and bereft.
“Amarantha, I must ask you a question.”
She tried to gather her thoughts, frowning into the mirror. At her elaborate hairstyle and formal makeup with the obscene display of her sex. She almost couldn't quite wrap her mind around both at once.
“Amarantha, my bride, will you beg me to collar you, chain you to my bed, and fuck you?”
41
Ah, the question. Impossibly, she'd forgotten.
“No.” Amarantha tried to make it sound firm and clear, but even she could hear the hesitation.
“Very well,” he said, voice even. “Would you care for more to eat?”
Amarantha shook her head mutely. Even to delay her punishment, she couldn't eat any more.
The Beast sighed in satisfaction and slid his left hand into her bosom again, cupping her breast and tweaking the nipple. She whimpered.
“Sore?”
“A bit,” she confided, and he gentled his touch.
“But I think that's not all that makes you cry out.” The Beast placed his other hand on her knee and recommenced the relentless slide up her inner thigh.
Amarantha's breath caught. He swirled his fingers over the velvet-soft flesh high on her leg, feeling the trembles running through her. “Is it, my love?”
With wide violet eyes, she gazed at the cowled figure in the mirror, helpless to form an answer.
“Watch, Amarantha, and feel.”
As if hypnotized, Amarantha watched the Beast's fingers trail through the black fur framing her sex. He petted her, murmuring of her softness, then slid his fingers into the folds, spreading them wide with his first and third fingers.
Amarantha moaned at the sensation, the tension filling her in unbearable waves.
The Beast's middle finger hovered over her virgin portal, dipping into the moisture pooling there.
Then he pressed and dragged his finger in an arrow of pleasure up to her pearl.
Amarantha convulsed under his hand.
Her head fell back as her stroked her. Her body quaked, building with impossible pressure.
42
“Please,” she moaned.
“What do you plead for, my love?”
“I-I don't know… Something…”
The Beast swirled his fingers around the outside of her pearl, listening to Amarantha's mewls of pleasure and need.
Then he released her and stood. Amarantha raised her head, bleary and confused, the need riding her.
“That's enough for now, I believe. The craving you feel will help you through the next hours.”
Amarantha gave a wordless cry of protest.
“Tut-tut, my sweet.” The Beast lifted her thigh from the armrest and lowered it to the chair. Her joints protested, stiff from being in such an unaccustomed position. He lowered her other leg too, and she pressed her thighs together gratefully, feeling the slick slide of her arousal.
With efficient speed, the Beast released her arms and waist. Amarantha brought her shoulders forward, groaning with the stretch of it.
“Can you stand?” The Beast held out a courteous hand for her. Amarantha took it and allowed him to help her to her unsteady feet. “Here.” He led her behind the vanity chair. “Hold on to this.”
She clung to the chair. The dazed girl with violet eyes gazed back at her, flushed and disheveled, her skirts tied up with fanciful bows at her waist, framing her slim thighs and the dark V of her sex with cascading silk.
“Have you finished eating?” He sounded eager, which did not bode well.
“No! I mean, I'm still hungry. May I have more, please?”
The Beast fed her another bite and resumed stroking her inner thigh. He caressed the gentle curve and dropped into the hollow between her leg and her sex.
She couldn't look away. She quivered, wondering how long he'd tease. The Beast's fingers pushed under the fabric at her breast and began toying with her nipple.
Amarantha gasped.
In the quiet manse, a clock chimed midnight. The Beast withdrew his hands, leaving her trembling and bereft.
“Amarantha, I must ask you a question.”
She tried to gather her thoughts, frowning into the mirror. At her elaborate hairstyle and formal makeup with the obscene display of her sex. She almost couldn't quite wrap her mind around both at once.
“Amarantha, my bride, will you beg me to collar you, chain you to my bed, and fuck you?”
41
Ah, the question. Impossibly, she'd forgotten.
“No.” Amarantha tried to make it sound firm and clear, but even she could hear the hesitation.
“Very well,” he said, voice even. “Would you care for more to eat?”
Amarantha shook her head mutely. Even to delay her punishment, she couldn't eat any more.
The Beast sighed in satisfaction and slid his left hand into her bosom again, cupping her breast and tweaking the nipple. She whimpered.
“Sore?”
“A bit,” she confided, and he gentled his touch.
“But I think that's not all that makes you cry out.” The Beast placed his other hand on her knee and recommenced the relentless slide up her inner thigh.
Amarantha's breath caught. He swirled his fingers over the velvet-soft flesh high on her leg, feeling the trembles running through her. “Is it, my love?”
With wide violet eyes, she gazed at the cowled figure in the mirror, helpless to form an answer.
“Watch, Amarantha, and feel.”
As if hypnotized, Amarantha watched the Beast's fingers trail through the black fur framing her sex. He petted her, murmuring of her softness, then slid his fingers into the folds, spreading them wide with his first and third fingers.
Amarantha moaned at the sensation, the tension filling her in unbearable waves.
The Beast's middle finger hovered over her virgin portal, dipping into the moisture pooling there.
Then he pressed and dragged his finger in an arrow of pleasure up to her pearl.
Amarantha convulsed under his hand.
Her head fell back as her stroked her. Her body quaked, building with impossible pressure.
42
“Please,” she moaned.
“What do you plead for, my love?”
“I-I don't know… Something…”
The Beast swirled his fingers around the outside of her pearl, listening to Amarantha's mewls of pleasure and need.
Then he released her and stood. Amarantha raised her head, bleary and confused, the need riding her.
“That's enough for now, I believe. The craving you feel will help you through the next hours.”
Amarantha gave a wordless cry of protest.
“Tut-tut, my sweet.” The Beast lifted her thigh from the armrest and lowered it to the chair. Her joints protested, stiff from being in such an unaccustomed position. He lowered her other leg too, and she pressed her thighs together gratefully, feeling the slick slide of her arousal.
With efficient speed, the Beast released her arms and waist. Amarantha brought her shoulders forward, groaning with the stretch of it.
“Can you stand?” The Beast held out a courteous hand for her. Amarantha took it and allowed him to help her to her unsteady feet. “Here.” He led her behind the vanity chair. “Hold on to this.”
She clung to the chair. The dazed girl with violet eyes gazed back at her, flushed and disheveled, her skirts tied up with fanciful bows at her waist, framing her slim thighs and the dark V of her sex with cascading silk.
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