This chapter takes place the morning after Chapter 6 leaves off, in the aftermath of the full moon. Many thanks are due to those who asked for more of Bitsy and Stuart. Enjoy this installment, and please keep the comments coming!
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The morning after the riotous night began with a loud creaking as someone unbarred and opened the dungeon door at the top of the stairs.
Bitsy awoke instantly to find herself trapped--not by the chains that marked her servitude, but by the warmly muscled body of Stuart himself. She marveled at this; although she was a self-proclaimed "early riser," he usually beat her awake each day.
As she snuggled deeper into the heat that emanated from his body, she brushed up against another part of his body that was an "early riser," causing Bitsy to nearly giggle. Looking down, she focused on his cock.
Even though she entered into his servitude a virgin, she had seen statues and paintings of nudes before. Neither compared to the sinew and muscle of Stuart's magnificence.
In repose, he appeared younger than his forty years of debauchery and dissipation. His reddish-brown hair curled impishly against his forehead, tousled from their night play. Coarser hair in the same shade dusted the strong pectorals of his chest and teased a trail down to his abdomen before exploding into a profusion of curls just below his waist.
Jutting out proudly, impudently, from those waves was the long, thick column that had robbed each hole on her body of its innocence. With one tentative hand, she reached out to stroke the hardness, to caress it, only to snatch it back at the sound of Maria's knowing chuckle.
Stuart stirred, causing Bitsy to flush. Slumberous black eyes gazed down at her as Stuart rolled her over, pinning her to the ground with his rampant masculinity. Those eyes had been opaquely red last night, Bitsy remembered.
"Let's give your playmate a show," he growled against Bitsy's lips, spearing her mouth with his tongue as his cock slid surely home into her wet warmth, in one long, plunging stroke.
He released her mouth to breathe, allowing Bitsy to ask, "My playmate?" in an aghast whisper. Surely, he didn't see Maria and her sharing kisses and caresses--and so much more--days before.
"I saw you both, you know," his answer to her unspoken question a hot breath against the earlobe he now nipped, drawing forth a moan from her. "The day that she waxed your pussy," he elaborated, as if any clarification was necessary.
A brief movement and he had her hands pinned above her head as he plowed her pussy. Just as he realized that her orgasm was imminent, he paused. "Who am I?" he asked her, his voice hoarse with the passion of the moment.
"My Master," was her response, her eyes almost crossed as she reached vainly for an orgasm he wouldn't grant her.
"Beg me," he compelled her. "Beg me to be allowed to come."
Her voice now a wail, she pleaded with him, "Please, Master, I beseech you. Please allow me to orgasm. I need it," she said, her voice shaking at the last.
Stuart appeared to be considering it. "No, I don't think so." He pulled back from her, still engorged. After positioning himself so that his elongated shaft was poised against her lips, he ordered, "Suck me slave; swallow my own orgasm. If I am pleased, I may grant you one. Or I may not. But you will learn to come only on my command."
The humiliated sheen in her eyes was unmistakable. Bitsy stared at Stuart with something akin to betrayal, caused, not only by his denial of her orgasm, but also because she had to submit to his whims in front of Maria.
His groan of pleasure as she slid her lips over his cock almost--but not entirely--compensated for her degradation. Her tongue tapped the head repeatedly, swirling and darting at the slit, playing with the hole that even now seeped with pre-come that she greedily lapped up. "Such a good little suck slut," he said approvingly, in the same maddening tone that denied her the coital summit she craved.
With her head braced on the dungeon floor, Stuart began to ream her mouth, forcing his protuberance to the limits of her throat, and beyond. Gagging noises from Bitsy's throat mingled with his animalistic grunts as he reamed her face. Finally, with a harsh shout of, "Here it comes slave; swallow it all," he emptied the balls that had slapped her chin in his excitement only moments before.
"Kneel," he commanded, standing up, pulling her up to her knees. "Kneel and clean me, slave, with your tongue."
The gratification, the hope of a possible orgasm, was dashed when no mention of permission occurred. Yet, still, she did as he bid, caressing the remaining drops of semen from his cock and his balls. Every drop she tasted, enjoyed, even as she burned inside with her own desires. Ultimately, he pushed her away. "That's enough, my pet. Now, I want to see a show between you and Maria. You may orgasm only after Maria feeds you her own juices twice. Crawl to her; serve her as you would serve me."
"Yes, Your Highness," Bitsy said, managing to express her displeasure at the refusal of permission in her saucy response.
In response, he slapped her shapely rump with a firm hand. She looked back as she crawled to Maria, barely managing to refrain from stroking her heated ass that still smarted from his spanking. As she neared Maria, she looked up at the younger girl, surprised to see the same dominant gleam that twinkled in Stuart's eyes.
"Stand, pet," Maria's normally musical tones commanded briskly. Bitsy stood, still nude, and entwined her arms around Maria's neck gliding closer to her in the chill of the dungeon. The crisp black cotton of Maria's cape abraded Bitsy's nipples, causing them to perk to attention. Maria used her fingernails to tease and taunt them further, eliciting a sobbing moan from Bitsy.
From beneath the cloak, Maria was nude. She placed Bitsy's hands on her own pale mounds guiding Bitsy to mirror her own movements. Bitsy swallowed the maid's moans of pleasure as she kissed her, first tentatively, and then with growing passion.
