Talon's Trophy by Dawn Ryder

hands returned to her sides and began the slow slide to her hips. She whimpered as her clit begged for that finger to return and relieve the need filling it.
    “Where were we? Ah yes, you asked me to rub your clit with my fingertip.” Chanah felt every muscle she owned draw taut as she waited for his hand to smooth over her belly and his finger to part her folds. Every hair on her skin transmitted the path of that fingertip until Talon settled on top of her clit once again. He rubbed it slowly as Chanah fought to keep her hips still. She was desperate to comply and gain his approval.
    But Talon kept his pace slow, too slow for her to climax. Chanah moaned as she realized he was waiting for her to give him more detailed instructions.
    “Rub faster.”
    “Rub what, Chanah?” Talon had sweat running down the sides of his face but he clamped his jaw tight as he forced his finger to a slow pace. His cock was raging with the need to fuck her. The tip of his finger gleefully taunting him as it slipped between the wet, hot folds of flesh that his cock craved. It was an intense form of torment that held him suspended on the edge of his control.
    Her clit burned and her pussy demanded more than the release that would come from a faster pace against her clit. She needed to be fucked but voicing such a dark longing tore at her pride. Asking to be fucked wouldn’t be enough, Talon would demand detailed instructions before he would grant her her desire. Her pussy responded with a twisting contraction that made Chanah whimper. The need was too great with the little clamps pinching her nipples.
    “Fuck my pussy.”
    Talon growled and Chanah gasped with relief. She had said it and now she would be rewarded. But instead of his cock, Talon thrust his finger into her pussy. It was far from enough as she struggled to keep her hips from thrusting up towards his hand.
    “Fuck my pussy with your cock.”
    Talon had to hold back the urge to pounce on her. His body wanted to spring forward and ram his cock into her like a beast. Maybe all men were animals beneath their discipline and training, Talon certainly felt like one at that moment. “Spread your body for me, Chanah, lean back and press your hands to the floor.”
    Chanah felt his eyes on her as she lowered her bottom to her feet and then scooted back onto the carpeting. She braced her hands on the floor behind her as she shivered before unfolding her legs and spreading them. The folds of her sex opened and the air brushed against the fluid coating her flesh. The nipple clamps still pinched her nipples making her clit demands even more desperate.
    It was the most submissive pose, but Chanah enjoyed it in that moment. She wanted Talon to take her, to press into her body and use his greater strength. Her brain was full of the pulsing need of her clit and the deep yearning of her pussy, and nothing mattered but separating her thighs to show Talon exactly how ready she was for his cock. Primitive, lust-driven but even blindfolded it was Talon she craved. She could smell his skin and recognized the scent. Ruthar hadn’t smelled the same. Her body knew Talon’s scent deep inside the most primitive part of her brain.
    “Please fuck my pussy with your cock, Talon.”
    There was no more control. Her words were deep and husky and Talon reached for her hips, lifted her right off the floor and pulled her onto his lap. Chanah grasped his shoulders as her thighs were spread wide by his. The head of his cock slid into her slit as Talon lowered her body onto his. He bucked and thrust hard, driving his cock into her cunt. Chanah cried out as her body took his length. His heart pounded as she rose off his cock with an amazing amount of strength, offering her body to his thrust as Talon sent his cock hard and deep into her pussy again. He couldn’t linger inside the wet sheath, his body needed to fuck her, move his cock back and forth against her clit. Talon held her hips in his hard hands as he lifted