Mastered By the Knight: Book One Read online

  “Take this as your second lesson in obedience to a man’s mastery and the value of your own life, wench,” the handsome knight informed her. “You will marry the Nobleman who proposed to you and respect his rule and protection in these dangerous times or I warrant you will find yourself over his knee ever hour of the day until you do.”

  Another strike of the belt made her shriek.

  “I have never met such a wilful woman who poses a threat and danger to herself. You must be mastered for your own good before you meet a troubled end.”

  The knight gave her bottom three more powerful strikes of the belt, the water thrashing her buttocks along with him. Then he wound the belt around the damsel’s neck to tie it in to a makeshift lead.

  “Now for your third lesson,” he grinned. “Drink,” he ordered again tugging on the lead until her head bent to the water to hurriedly gulp it down.

  When Sir Guy believed Beatrix had drank enough of the water he pulled firmly on her lead and led her out of the water and up the bank on all fours. They came to rest upon a clump of grass facing the trees.

  The Knight wound the end of the belt around his strong hand and led the wench under the shade of the cool pine trees away from the harsh sun, making her crawl on all fours. He knelt down behind her wet body and opened her legs. Gently his fingers probed her sex. Her juices were a rich cream, flowing abundantly. It seemed a bottom whipping suited Beatrix well. She gave a loud moan of pleasure when he stroked his fingers through her wetness as though we were easing some persistent ache. Her breasts were hanging heavy and low, the nipples tight. She pressed her bottom back against him submissively indicating her need to be filled by his cock and brought to the height of pleasure. The placing of the collar around her neck had only spurred her arousal and sudden willingness to be tamed by his hand.

  Sir Guy spread his palm over Beatrix throbbing hot bottom to soothe it.

  “I am pleased you are learning from your punishments, my Lady. But you must endure a third lesson albeit this one will be more pleasing than hurtful to you,” he said bestowing a kiss upon her rump.

  Sir Guy pulled gently on her lead to guide Beatrix’s head upwards as he slipped his other hand out of her pussy and moved it upwards to her belly. It was lightly round and soft. His hand spanned it and for a moment held it lovingly. Beatrix moved restlessly swaying her voluptuous hips and bottom tempting his patience to be inside her more. Concentrating on her lower abdomen Sir Guy pressed her stomach hard making her squeal.

  “I warrant you will be wanting to relieve yourself after drinking all of that water.”

  He squashed her stomach again encouraging the feeling when she did not answer him.

  “Yes, yes. Please I must be allowed to . . .please do not . . .”

  “You will relieve yourself here, when I allow it. Hold your water or I will spank you again,” the knight informed her raising her head higher with the lead. He stretched across her bare back brushing her skin with his own to reach her ear.

  As though to calm and convince her. he stroked at her pussy once more, teasing the plump bud and squeezing it between his forefinger and thumb. Her whimpers concerning privacy and relieving her water ceased. They were replaced by delicious purrs of pleasure. A rush of wetness soaked the girl’s pussy lips confirming her need and readiness.

  Sir Guy stretched his finger up in to her slick channel, curving it through the soft wet velvet muscle until he pushed against her hymen. The girl was still a virgin as she should be. it was the right of her husband to claim her virginity for his own on their wedding night and he would not deprive any man of what was rightfully his own. The knight began to pulse his finger in and out of the entrance stoking Beatrix’s arousal. He let go of the lead and cupped her stomach once more, gently pressing until she whimpered and moaned almost in unison.

  “Please I need to relieve myself . . .”

  “No, you will wait,” he told her cruelly sinking his hand down upon her stomach to test her ability to keep her water within.

  Momentarily he removed his finger from her channel to slide it down the centre of her buttocks. She reared like a horse when he circled his finger around her tight anal orifice coating the small hole in her thick cream. Lowering his hand from her stomach he harshly cupped her pussy and struck it hard five times until she stilled her body and lowered herself back to all fours. Each strike was perfectly and accurately aimed to catch and flick at her clit both to discipline and excite her passions. He reached forward and slapped her breasts hanging underneath her body to chastise for her rearing , expertly swatting the nipples to make them sting and erect more firmly.

  “You will obey me, woman or I will lead you in to the village square on your hands and knees and gather an audience to watch you relieve yourself,” he snapped with authority. “Is that what you want?”

  Beatrix hung her head and moved it from side to side.

  “No, my Lord.”

  Her voice was tearful but her tears ceased. He could visibly see her fight to keep herself contentedly quiet whilst he dampened her anus with her pussy juice, circling his finger around the hole before carefully beginning to probe inside.

  Beatrix squirmed but the Knight was to pay her physical display of discomfort no heed. The girl would be feeling pleasure soon enough. Sir Guy pushed his finger through the girl’s dark channel taking time to stretch the orifice by wiggling his creamed finger around the fleshy walls, forcing them to widen and accommodate his intrusion. Beatrix was to strain away from him but he plunged deeper forcing the sensitive nerve endings to complain and then relax when they realised they could not dissuade him.

  Eventually he was satisfied he could attempt a mounting. Freeing his cock from his trousers he placed his fingers back in her pussy and sank them deep until they were thick with her moisture. She pushed back against his determined fingers wanting to capture them up inside her. Sir Guy was to deny her, pulling them out to stroke his shaft and make it slick.

  Moving up close behind her he guided his penis to nudge at her anal entrance surprising the girl.

  “I will not deny your husband the right to your virginity but have no fear this will bring you the pleasure you seek more intensely.”

  With sensitivity and care for the woman he held her hips to keep her still and began to ease in to her anal channel burying his cock as far as it could go. His movement in and along her tunnel was measured sliding in and out at a gentle pace until Beatrix became more comfortable and started to move her bottom back towards him.

  The channel spread allowing him to pump in to it a little faster prompting him to move some of his attention to Beatrix’s pussy and her stomach once again. He rested the heel of his palm on her lower abdomen making her cry out when he pressed it in hard knowing fine well she would have to fight hard to contain her water.

  “Hold it. You will not be allowed to relieve yourself until I give you a command.”

  A small sob echoed around the forest.

  “Yes, my lord,” she answered in a soft helpless female voice.

  “Good,” he pushed down again and caught up her clit between his fingers to nip it, beginning to move his hips more powerfully to thrust deep inside her.

  More wetness flooded Beatrix’s pussy.

  “Please, please my Lord. I must be allowed to release my water in privacy,” she was breathless.

  “In my presence and when I permit it.”

  Sir Guy felt his arousal power through his body as he clenched his buttocks and thigh muscles tight with every stab inside her body. He took leave to increase his pace when Beatrix moved back hard against his shaft wanting him deeper. Her breath was shallow and panted now but she still continued to beg his permission to relieve herself every time he moved his hand down hard on her stomach. And still he refused, exerting his dominance and power over her bodily functions. Never had a woman been so wet from his touch and his mastery.

  Beatrix’s pale curved body was a ravishing sight. Her full breasts moved dramatical
ly from side to side as the nipples brushed the soft earth floor of the forest. Somewhere nearby a squirrel ran up a tree scratching against the bark and a bird flapped its large wings in a branch up above them amidst the Knight’s grunts and Beatrix’s pants of pleasure. The scene of their naked coupling became fraught with passion making the union almost animalistic and raw.

  The Knight felt his arousal strengthen and threaten to burst. He could feel the damsel was ready to come. Pressing down her stomach he urged, “I want you to take your full pleasure now, wench and allow your water to flow unhindered.”

  But Beatrix had held her water too long and tensed every muscle to obey her Lord. Now she appeared to find it difficult to release her water on command.

  “I will help you,” he reassured pushing down relentlessly on her flesh at the same time as he stroked his finger up inside her vagina, coaxing her orgasm in to blossoming.

  Before his own orgasm overwhelmed him, he pinched Beatrix’s clit sharply and gave it three firm slaps. The wench cried out and began to orgasm. His own erupted at the feel of her buttery body responding to his dark command of it. The moment Beatrix’s climax broke in to being, every muscle in her body relaxed and her water began to flow in a torrent out over the Knight’s fingers to dampen the earth beneath them.

  The glory of having tamed the beauty made his pleasure all the stronger. His seed spurted forth dominantly inside the woman as her water flowed and she screamed her own consuming passion out to the forest.

  Chapter Four

  Pleased with Beatrix, Sir Guy turned her over on the earth slipping out of her body and bent to kiss her lips with fervour, scooping up one milky breast in his hand. He bent to tug and nip the nipple between his teeth. She writhed beneath him allowing him to dip his fingers down her body and back in to her pussy. He caressed the juicy plump lips and moved his finger back and forth up inside her vagina. The brave knight wanted to see her face when he made her pleasure rise again. Beatrix was not to disappoint him, widening her legs she bucked up against his fingers, allowing him to kiss her deeply. He squeezed her breast and pulled the nipple sharply, stretching it to capacity, making her cry out.

  Beatrix came quickly for the second time, allowing him to stare in to her violet eyes, watching them glaze and her long eyelashes flutter in response. Her breath pushed against his lips as the force of her orgasm rocked her body until she was spent.

  When he carried her back to the water’s edge for bathing she kissed at his chest signalling her need for more taking and he considered her well and truly mastered. He hoped her new husband would be able to keep the beauty tamed to his will.

  Sir Guy sat Beatrix in the water and gathered up the cool liquid in his hands to pour it over her body to cleanse her, pausing intermittently to kiss and caress her breast.

  “I will take you home to your father and you will marry the man who proposed to you,” sir Guy informed her. He spoke the words but he was surprised to feel some reluctance to part with the Lady’s company.

  “But can I not be with you, my Lord,” she pouted. “I never expected to feel such pleasure with a man and I am sure I could not find it with anyone but you.”

  “Hush, child. I am not for marrying.” He had not yet considered the idea. “I travel a lot and your life would be a lonely one. You will do as I bid or I will instruct your new husband you should be spanked every hour of the day. I will have you safe and protected in your new marriage.”

  She bent her head but nodded.

  “I hope I shall be able to love him.”

  The Knight smiled.

  “Be open to Love’s unexpected arrival. It often comes quickly and I have no doubt you will feel it with a good man.”

  Sir Guy bathed himself and dressed. All the time he felt an unexpected melancholy at parting with the lady. He brought a cloak from his horse and wrapped it around her unable to resist capturing her lips against his own. Frustrated tears clouded her beautiful eyes.

  “My Lord, please do not desert me. Have I meant nothing to you after our coupling?”

  Beatrix sank to her knees at his feet with a sob taking hold of his hand to bring it to her cheek. She rubbed her soft skin against his hand.

  “I wish to be with you and no other.”

  His heart leapt and need for her hardened him.

  “I promised your father. He wishes to see you married to the Nobleman.”

  “I will not go and I will not marry a man unless it is you, brave Knight.”

  He knelt down beside her.

  “My life is dangerous, my lady, I cannot . . .” he began softly but he was to be interrupted by the pounding of horses hooves on the forest floor.

  Every instinct in the Knight’s body told him to be on alert. With sudden speed he took the Lady’s arm and swung her protectively behind him. He drew his sword and aimed it at the army of black Knights approaching them. They were not the King’s men. The Knight was now convinced they were more than likely the men who abducted women on their Lord’s behalf.

  Fiercely he raised his sword determined to protect Beatrix at all costs. No one would be given the opportunity to take her from him even if it meant his death.

  To be continued.