"So, all done?" She nodded, but hesitated to approach, suddenly unsure of what to do with herself now that there was no immediate problem before her. He held out a hand to her and she moved silently forward laying her own hand in his, and was surprised when he immediately pulled her down onto his lap. He refilled his wine with one hand, while the other trailed its way along her spine. Her back arched involuntarily under his hand.
"Are you alright?" He handed her his wine glass. She took it making an affirmative noise. He pulled her against him, and she let herself lean into him. Now that she held the wine, his second had was free to explore her legs, and slid under her hem at the knee, cupping the back of her calves, and squeezing lightly. "May I make a confession?"
She nodded, finding her voice suddenly unavailable.
"I'm pleased with your choice." She felt a rush of warmth run through her. She took a sip of wine then put the cup down. She didn't need it, she was already feeling rather heated.
She swallowed her nerves and touched his face hesitantly as his hand caressed its way higher up her leg until it caused her dress to ride up to the tops of her thighs. She looked down and watched his hand pushing at the fabric and was glad the table blocked Demitri's view if he was still eavesdropping. She moved her mouth close to his and brushed her lips against his bottom lip. His lips parted and she flicked her tongue against the exposed canines. He let out a low growl and slid his hand between her thighs pressing it up against her. She breathed a gasp and his tongue slid inside her mouth, his other hand capturing the back of her head. Her thighs parted in sympathy with her mouth giving him open access to both, and pushing the rest of her dress up her thighs.
His fingers parted her, sliding along the rapidly dampening slit making her writhe in his lap as he periodically pinched her and dipped his fingers shallowly inside, teasing her. Slowly he slid one thick finger inside of her until his knuckles pressed against her outer lips, then held it there making her violently aware of her own body and the foreignness of his moving inside of her. He released her mouth, and nuzzled the side of her neck.
"You see, I was taken by the way you shared my glass without blinking."
His words caught her off guard and pulled half of her attention from the thick finger which rested heavily inside of her. "Really?" she asked breathily as his other hand slipped under the side of her dress in order to cup her already sensitive breast.
"Oh yes. It was a rare act" He rolled the nipple between his fingers forcing her to swallow a moaning whimper. She wanted to hear more.
"Anything else you liked?" She whispered against his ear as she clung to his head and neck, grinding half consciously against the hand between her thighs.
"I like that you touch my horns as though you're thinking of fucking them." She gasped and pulled away in embarrassment, pulling her errant fingers from the objects of their affections. He laughed and grabbed her wrist as she pulled away, biting gently into the offending palm. "Do they fascinate you?" He gave her a hot smile, as she continued to ride his hand.
"A little." She admitted, blushing furiously. He laughed again.
"How can you blush at that while the rest of you is doing just that to my hand." He grinned and her blush deepened. He slid his hand from her sex and drew her to her feet.
"I am content," he sighed, "but there is still the matter of your punishment." She balanced herself against the table unsure and unsteady, her legs trembling from the intimacy of his recent touch. He pushed the table away and stood himself, causing her to stumble backwards. He smiled grimly and took her by the shoulders, turning her and bending her over the table. Instead of apprehension as last night, she felt only breathless excitement... or at least the apprehension was drowned out enough for her not to feel it so keenly.
He held her down with one hand against her neck, and lifted her skirts with the other, tossing them up over her back, exposing her bare hindquarters. He ran his hand over her naked bottom and squeezed hard. She mewled in response but was otherwise compliant, shifting her hips anxiously.
"Spread your legs" Trembling she obeyed. "Wider." Her breathing became harsh as she waited for his next move. Unexpectedly a hand came down, hard, on her backside, stinging and making her yelp. Before she could protest it was followed instantly by fingers sliding along her slit making her gasp and moan instead. Another loud stinging smack came down followed by more moan inducing caresses. She gasped and let out a confused half cry, not sure what he was doing, and too muddled by the mix of pain and pleasure to pull her thoughts together fast enough to complain. He repeated his blows, just hard enough to sting, following each one with an erotic caress until the landed blows themselves began to elicit broken cries of pleasure with or without the caress that followed and she pumped her hips in the air to meet his hand, understanding finally what his intentions were. It also occurred to her that, considering his size and strength, he was barely touching her, and not with any force meant to induce real pain, just a hot persistent sting, one which blended rapidly and confusedly with the heat of her arousal, and oddly, heightening it. She might have smiled if she could have managed it.
Eventually it stopped and he pulled his restraining hand away. She didn't move, still using the table for support as her hips ground unconsciously against the air. She felt his fingers at her pussy again, stretching the lips apart. But he did nothing else and held her that way, exposed until her face burned with embarrassment. He released her when she began to rise and slid his fingers lower to pinch her clit instead. She let out a whimpering cry.
Before she could gain her feet properly he pressed her back onto the table, taking her hips in his hands and lifting them until she felt the thick prodding of his heavy cock at the opening of her wet slit. She stilled again, her stomach tightening once more in anticipation, both excited and fearful of the painful stretch she knew was coming. He didn't thrust into her immediately, but ground the tip of his cock against her, catching on the tight skin, making her hot with impatience. She slid a hand between her and the table to spread herself for him and tipped her hips as he forced the head inside of her. The stretching made her groan, but it wasn't as searingly painful as the previous night. She gripped the table as he roughly worked himself inside of her, pushing without pause until he found there was nothing left to fill.
He leaned over her, and bent his mouth to her ear. "Do you remember how the Minotaur was born?"
She shook her head, and ground her hips anxiously backwards. He felt so heavy inside of her, like lead. She felt unimaginably full, and she needed him to move, to relieve her of that overstretched sensation which was slowly driving her mad. It was as though her whole reality had become focused on the massive thing lodged inside of her.
"The wife of Minos fucked her prize bull..." he drawled as he slid slowly out of her until only his head remained inside. She turned her face to his and watched as he took one of her hands in his and slid it up his neck and wrapped her fingers around the base of one of his horns, giving her an almost sadistic looking smile. She more than caught his meaning, and returned his smile, gripping her fingers around him. "I'm not usually one to brag," he whispered, dragging his fingers down her arm and side, gripping her firmly by the hips, "but I imagine it might have felt something like this."
On the last word he thrust deeply inside of her, rocking her whole body and lifting her off the floor. He used one hand on the table to hold both of them up as he pressed her back against his chest. She tilted her head back as bent his head to her neck and shoulder and thrust into her powerfully. Her fingers slipped from his head to grip the table as leverage and pressed her body back to meet his pounding hips. She groaned and cried out, feeling like she was splitting open but unable to resist the immediacy of her need. He lifted himself from her, gripping both her hips again, his fingers pressing hard into her flesh and bruising it carelessly. He continued his thrusting, moving faster and harder. She could feel the pressure building inside her again and did her best to meet his thrusts, gritting her teeth against the jarring pain, unsure if she could bear it long enough to reach her own climax.