His by Cerys du Lys, Elise Tanner Page B

he was taken advantage of both those
facts.  My mouth dropped open, my lips becoming a circle, and I clenched my
eyes shut.  Yes, yes... I wanted this, I wanted more.  I wanted...
    Lucent was
good.  Lucent, to be honest, was more than good.  He knew what he was doing,
and currently what that was involved bringing me to the precipice of pleasure
and then stopping abruptly and leaving me there.  He pulled his finger out of
me roughly and with no regard for my impending climax, then he removed his hand
from my nipple and breast.  Moving off his bed, leaving my skirt riding up my
thighs and my shirt lifted up my body, he walked to the door to his bedroom.
    He was leaving
me.  What an asshole!  Well, I'd just need to finish the job myself, wouldn't
I?
    "Don't
masturbate," he said, turning to glare at me while voicing his command. 
"I'll deal with you after dinner."
    Words could not
explain how sexy that sounded to me.  "What if I do?" I countered. 
"Are you going to punish me?"
    "Oh, Miss
Tanner.  Tsk tsk."  Lucent sighed and shook his head.  "Yes,
actually, I shall.  I'll punish you by denying you sex."
    I gaped. 
"What."
    "You heard
me."
    "You
wouldn't."
    "I
would."
    "Lucent,
please, I just want to have an orgasm?  I don't think that's a lot to
ask."
    "I have
plans for you, Miss Tanner," he said.  "Rest assured, they involve
orgasms."
    My ears perked
up, intrigued.  "More than one?"
    He nodded. 
"At least two.  Yours and mine."
    "That's not
what I meant."
    "Perhaps
six."
    "...Five
for me?" I asked.  I didn't think I was exactly capable of this, but I was
more than willing to let Lucent attempt it if he wanted to try.
    "Greedy
little nymph, aren't you?" he asked.
    "I won't
masturbate," I said quickly.
    A wicked,
languorous grin tugged at his lips.  "Good," he said.  "I shall
consider indulging your avaricious lust."
    Not giving in to
my desires was going to be difficult, but the look in Lucent's eyes before he
left to make dinner said that I would probably find it worth my while to
restrain myself.
    I had thought I
would write while he prepared dinner, but I couldn't now.  I couldn't even
think.  I lay on his bed, staring at my open laptop, the bright screen shining
at me but none of the words on it making sense anymore.  I touched one of the
keys experimentally, toying with the idea of writing more, but... nope.
    One hand went
between my legs, but then I snapped it away and shoved it beneath a pillow. 
Bad hand!  Well, it was really bad me , but my hand didn't seem to mind
taking the blame at the moment.
    What I needed to
do, I supposed, was calm down and breathe deeply and relax and get back to
regular.  Lucent was overwhelming sometimes, especially sexually, and when he
got in these moods it excited me.  He wasn't here now, though, and so I should
be able to hopefully come down from the high of his arousal.  I closed my eyes
and hummed to myself, trying to enter some Zen-like meditative trance, or
something similar.
    I never found
out if it worked.  I ended up falling into a light sleep.
    ...
    Apparently my
nap wasn't as light as I thought, because when I woke up the sky outside was
well past the dark of evening.  I stretched, then yawned, and went to cover my
mouth with my hand, but I couldn't move my arm.  I pulled, then pulled more,
but something kept my hand stretched above my head.  And... wait a minute...
    Both my hands
were pulled up, held above my head near the sides of Lucent's bed.  Also, my
legs were the same.  My body formed an "X" across the blankets,
spreadeagled and pulled out.  Coincidentally, or perhaps not, I no longer wore
clothes.  This was extremely strange and I thought maybe I was dreaming, but
all of this seemed real.
    I tilted my head
up and looked across the room.  Lucent stood there, grinning, watching me.  He
also wore no clothes.  His erect cock stood at attention, bobbing up and down,
practically greeting me with a wave.
    "You're
awake," Lucent