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Anwen struggled to keep the sounds of her pleasure quiet. He was right, of course. She was excited by the possibility that someone might hear them. Not that she *tried* to be loud usually. But the thought that he could bring her to the point where she couldn't control herself, that others would know. Even the humiliation of it sent a shiver through her.
Cullen ran a rough-calloused hand over the brightened skin of her ass, stroking his way up to the dimples at her lower back and the lush curves of hips and waist.
"Maker you're lovely," he breathed and she preened at the compliment.
"Thank you, Ser."
She was rewarded again with a kiss to the nape of her neck, but when she wriggled happily in his arms his lips were replaced by a hand giving her a firm shove against the table.
"You behave as if this were for your benefit, Lady Inquisitor. Perhaps you need a reminder of why you're here."
Cullen stepped forward so that she could feel the hot press of his cock against her again. She whined and reared back, but he responded with another jarring shove and a brisk slap to the other side of her ass. Then with both hands on her shoulders he spun her around and pushed downward.
"On your knees," he instructed with a dark gleam in his golden eyes.
Smiling, Anwen obeyed eagerly. Her hands flew to the leather belt at his waist. She made quick work of freeing his cock from his breeches and he groaned appreciatively when she licked a stripe from base to tip. She took the head into her mouth with a swirl of her tongue and then one of his hands was resting gently on top of her head.
"Anwen," he said and she looked up at him through her eyelashes. "We should have a word...a signal in case you want this to stop."
Anwen laid a tender kiss against the head of his member, smiling. "I never want this to stop," she murmured.
"Please, love, this is important. Something you won't say by accident, so I'll know."
Anwen thought, her hand still working slowly up and down his shaft.
"Hessarian," she said decisively.
Cullen nodded.
"Open," he told her and a thrill ran through her. She relaxed her mouth and jaw and felt him push slowly into her mouth. She could tell he was holding himself back, testing her limits. To encourage him she bobbed her head forward, swallowing at the same time until he was buried in the depth of her throat. Cullen cried out at the unexpected sensation and stilled himself. She could hear him breathing heavily above her. With an obscene gulping sound she rocked her head back and forth, swallowing him each time until her nose pressed against the nest of blonde curls. He thrust his hips very gently, being careful not to hold too tightly in case she were to choke or wanted to stop. The sensation of being guided began to overwhelm her; the metal of his belt jangled with his movements, her blood thrummed in her ears, her eyes were watering slightly. She could feel his fingers twitching in her hair. Her mouth was full of the salty, slightly bitter taste of him that she relished. He was panting gutturally now and everything else in the world was being drowned out. Everything but Cullen and how she could please him.
Suddenly he gave a stuttering gasp and yanked her away, shakily petting the top of her head. She coughed and wiped at her eyes and mouth. Her eyes were watering and she didn't want him to think she was weeping. He pulled her up to him and kissed her tenderly on her flushed lips.
"That was wondeful," he purred, "but you wouldn't want this to end quickly, would you?"
She nuzzled against his cheek.
"No, Ser."
He took her chin in his strong hand and searched her eyes. She smiled for him.
"Even with my cock in your throat you think this is still about what you want," he sighed, his voice low and heated. "What can I do to make you remember?"
"Anything, ser. Anything that pleases you."
Despite his insistence to the contrary, Anwen knew this game was for her benefit. He might say otherwise, that she was here to serve at his pleasure, that this was all about him, but she could see the look of affection - almost reverence - in his eyes.
He lifted her easily by her hips and set her on the edge of the war table. Strong hands pulled at her trousers and tunic until she was stripped bare before him. He spread her legs and then stepped between them. Her heart was racing with anticipation.
"Sit still," he murmured while he removed his own belt. His cock was still bared to her view and she wet her lips un-self-consciously while she stared. "Hands behind you."
She did as instructed and then he reached around her and she felt the leather sliding around her wrists. This time she was restrained, leaning back on her elbows while he had both hands free. Once again he stroked across her chest, squeezing each breast as he did. He watched her face to see her response. Her teeth closed on her lower lip. Then with one hand tilting her hips backward, the other reached between their bodies to stroke at her sex, parting her and pressing the head of his cock inside. Anwen let her her head fall back and moaned loudly while he teased her with shallow thrusts, but stilled instantly when she felt his hand sliding up between her breasts. He was leaning forward to tell her to silence herself while burying himself deep, but when she felt his fingers alight on her neck she couldn't hold back. With a series of gasps she rocked herself against him, coming hard around his cock and begging him not to stop. Cruelly, Cullen pulled out of her, panting, but left his hand around her neck.
"I'm beginning to think it pleases you to disobey me. Does it, Anwen?"
"No, no ser, please..."
"Enough." He reached between her legs again, petting the still-twitching flesh. "Did I give you permission to come?" He stroked and then stopped when she bucked against him.
"No! No ser, I'm sorry!"
"I think if you were truly sorry you would stop being so disobedient." He squeezed his fingers around her neck, but only gently. "Was this what caused you to disobey me?"
"Yes ser!" Her voice came in a breathy whine.
Once again he moved his fingers against the wet slick between her thighs while the hand at her throat moved down to roll a nipple between his finger and thumb.
"What should you do next time that happens and I haven't permitted you?"
She hesitated. He pinched harder.
"You'll tell me, and I will either give you permission or instruct you to stop. Correct?"
"Yes ser!"
"Good girl. If you don't, I shall have to punish you again. Or maybe I'll just leave you here, like this, wet and aching and bound."
Anwen whined and shuddered. She could feel the tightness building in her belly again but he'd been teasing her so long that she almost wanted to disobey him, partly for the release and partly to see what would happen. But then he removed his hand and leaned forward to kiss her hotly, still pawing at her breasts, and she could feel him using his other hand to spread her thighs again to step between them. She tilted her hips back to provide him with easier access and he murmured approval into her mouth. She didn't know where he suddenly found the stamina to do it, but soon he was moving inside her again, bringing her to the edge over and over, and each time she would signal her nearness or he would simply notice and he would stop. Keeping quiet grew more difficult with each thwarted release, but any time she was too loud, Cullen would draw away from her, leaving her to squirm and whimper in discomfort and disappointment and he wouldn't return until she'd apologized. A few more times he would see the way she leaned her head back and would put his hands or his mouth to her throat or her breasts as a reward for a few moments of obedience.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Cullen kissed her mouth and asked her if she was ready to come. Anwen needed a few seconds to compose herself and find her voice.
"Yes, please, Ser."
"Ask me." That alone set the fire burning in her to new heat.
"Cullen, please, I want to come," she gasped.
He squeezed her ass painfully, lacking the space to strike it.
"You've forgotten yourself already," he growled and she wriggled as the muscles at her center tightened.
"Please, Ser, may I?"
"Beg me," he sighed, slowing his pace and gripping both her hips tightly.
"Please, Cullen, Ser please, please..." A torrent of words flowed out of her, entreating and praising him, her voice desperate. He stopped moving entirely but to press the length of his body closer to hers.
"Lovely," he sighed, mouthing at her neck and jaw. "You beg so wonderfully, Anwen. Come for me."
And suddenly it was like a dam was removed, her whole body clenched and spasmed beneath him and she came even harder than before. Now she was truly unable to contain herself and it took Cullen's mouth over hers to stem the tide of her screams. Her eyes were wide but unseeing as she thrashed on the edge of the table, using what leverage she could to grind his cock inside her as he remained still. She begged again, repeating her request from earlier in the evening as the waves of her climax ebbed.
"Cullen, please please fuck me, please, I want you..."
"Good girl, let me hear you now," he groaned against her, and after pinning her to the table with a hand on her abdomen, gripped her hip tightly and slammed into her once, hard, before setting a steady pace. She could feel how smoothly he slid inside her, wet and ready as she was from the prolonged teasing. Occasionally he would snap his hips and drive up against her cervix causing her to gasp sharply or cry out. He no longer did anything to ensure her silence. Instead encouraging her, he used every trick he'd discovered that day to wring from her orgasm after orgasm. With her legs locked around his waist he pressed his hand against her throat, he licked and bit at her nipples, he stroked her swollen clit, he fucked her hard and fast; each until she was gasping, crying out, screaming his name, coming too hard and begging him to stop. It was too much, but not so much that she would say the word and end it. It was too much, and she wanted it never to end.
Suddenly Cullen was hauling her up by her waist, pressing their bodies together as much as he could and wrapping his arms around her tightly. Through her blissful haze she could feel the rhythm of his hips changing, long strokes turning sharp and uneven. The sounds that he made were music to her, a chorus of grunts and moans, pleas of his own, praise and thanks and her name over and over. When he came, pressed as deeply inside her as he could physically be, she felt as though their bodies could melt together. When he stilled - cock still inside her, one hand tangled in her hair and the other resting in her own bound hands behind her back - she had never felt so complete.
They didn't stay that way for long. After a few moments a sweaty and flushed Cullen freed her hands and helped to chafe feeling back into her arms, sore and stiff from her confinement. He watched her face carefully as he petted her hair, stroked her cheeks and kissed her gently. He told her how well she'd done and how pleased he was.
For her part, Anwen found herself struggling to focus. The world seemed fuzzy around the edges. At the moment there seemed to be little in it but her golden maned lover and the fact that she had made him happy. He asked her permission before he petted her throat or her breasts, he cupped her cheek in one hand while he straightened her hair and helped her dress. He sat her gently in a cushioned chair while he dressed himself and then walked with her back to her quarters. There he undressed her again, carefully, as though she had cracked all over and could shatter at any moment. He used cool water from a pitcher on her washstand to wet a cloth and clean their leavings from between her legs, then he laid her in her bed and covered her with fresh linens and warm woollen blankets.
Kneeling by the edge of her bed, he spoke quietly to her.
"Would you rather I leave you, or that I stay, my love?"
By this time, Anwen had emerged from the quiet space inside her head and searched his concerned expression.
"Will you stay with me?"
He smiled. "Of course, if that is what you wish."
Cullen removed his wrinkled clothes and climbed between the sheets with her. He folded her up in his arms and sighed into her sweat-tangled hair.
"You were wonderful, Cullen."
He smiled bashfully as she fingered the scar on his upper lip.
"Truly? I didn't...over step?"
"Truly. Of course if you had, I could have said something. I could have stopped you. Because I know you would stop." She kissed him lovingly. "I trust you, and I know you'd never hurt me. Although the sight of my arse might have someone else thinking differently."
He blushed at her wicked grin and tipped his head forward until it rested against hers.
"I'm glad to see nothing's changed between us," he groaned in tortured amusement.
"I couldn't resist, love. Besides, I wouldn't want you to doubt it."
He laughed softly and kissed her again.
"I love you, you know," he said, echoing her words to him after their first night together.
"I love you, too."