Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

A soft chuckle rumbled from his lips at her first refusal to his intruding finger, bubbling against the side of her brow. Did she really think Kordavo took orders from her? She was his captive, his prisoner, and his spoil. Save this for your whores back! He laughed again, more mockingly, turning to whisper into her ear, lips brushing against her as he spoke. They are too far. I have you, here and now. You are my woman now. Mine. He sneered into her. In truth he had no whores or concubines back home. Most men of rank had mistresses but Kordavo had not yet indulged such fancies yet. He had been more focused upon other things, like his ambitions for command and his piloting skills. But in taking Solstice now, he was beginning to see the pleasure in it. There was something undeniably enticing about a womans heat and the soft comforts of her thighs. Kordavo couldnt say he wasnt attracted to this captive of his. She had a heart like a volcano and a mouth like a banshee but seeing her whimper like a chided puppy was no less lovely. Perhaps that was the source of his attraction. Yes, women practically threw themselves at his feet yet Kordavo was not interested in their doormat demeanors. He wanted someone who pressed him, challenged him, made him think and be aware. Solstice could do all those things to him. He was keeping her for as long as he could manage her. It was quite a test indeed. His finger grazed with impunity. He felt her sex, its feel and warmth. He felt something more soon enough, even as she issued further insults and commands to leave her be. Kordavo would do no such thing, his smile dropping as he was utterly serious in doing what he did. Why she asked. Why was he doing this? Tell me! she begged. No answer came from him still. He did not care. By the standards of his people, this was entirely acceptable. She, an enemy combatant, beaten and captured, was free to be taken and seized upon in whatever manner by the one who put her in her place. Her lamentations, verbally or simply screeches of despair, were both pleasing to hear. There was a power in it that caused Kordavos heart to race. She was helpless and beaten, his for the taking. He didnt stop no matter what she did or said. His finger grazed and pleasured vigorously. And he felt her getting wet. Kordavo was no fool. He knew exactly what it meant. Kordavo did not point it out. He let it continue, silent, as if unnoticed, yet his senses entirely aware. She pushed back against him, as if seeking more comfort in his warmer, bigger presence. Her back arched. Her head lolled to his shoulder. Her hips pushed back and he nudged her ever so gently back forward, building a small rhythm of grinding, forcing her to his fingers regardless. Her defiance fell apart. No more screaming, no more insults or commands. She whispered, as if she did not believe it herself. Kordavo still did not answer, a silent presence, like a statue, lifeless and yet not, emitting warmth in the cold night, his finger the source of the pleasure coursing through her. Still it moved, a second finger along the first, the fingertips rubbing with insatiable energy to keep her alight with the growing carnal passion within her. He could feel her, gushing warmth and slickness back. She was falling prey to him. This is why Im superior and you are weak, girl. But Kordavo did not talk. He let the silence be her only company, besides his fingers. When she spoke one final plea to stop, her tone and words implied completely opposing desires. He paused abruptly. His fingers remained on her sex but they no longer moved. It was intentional on his part. An experiment. He waited, letting the seconds build up, all stimuli ceased. A small torture. It was what she wanted, no? But her body seemed to desire it more given her withering in his grip, how she pushed and moaned and fell apart. When ten counts of his heartbeat had passed, with no other sound except the cool breeze and whatever sounds Solstice may have heard, Kordavo moved again. This time, a full finger of his, the middle, began to wiggle into her core. He pressed in, slowly, pushing right to his first knuckle, other fingers bent upon her outer folds. By god, was she wet within! He felt it, heard it even, the slickness of her arousal coating his finger. Very slowly he drew it out and this time slipped his entire finger out. There was little light to see by as the dark silhouette of his hand came up over her body and before their faces. Then he promptly suckled his middle finger, drenched in her wetness, with his mouth. Her taste was even better. Without hesitation, he popped his finger out and returned his hand down her body and slipped it back under her garment, right above her sex. His finger penetrated into her and as he locked his arm around her neck more tightly, he began to drill her. Hard. There was no build up, no consideration as he went straight to a rigorous pace. He leaned forward to squish her body more and bend her, giving his arm more room and leverage in which to simply drive into her. It was a hard thrust and the slickness was heard with every stab of his longest finger into her. It would jerk her hips back into him with just the force, his body tense and flexed with the exertion. There was no other intent within Kordavo except to push her to the limit, to see what might happen if he threw her over the edge into the abyss of carnal pleasure. That would prove his dominance, his ownership, over her. If her body submitted, she could be made to submit as well. She was his. Mine. But he was far crueler than to have her body betray her mind. He guessed that she was quite aware of her own predicament, of how she was falling into that trap. Solstice had kissed him first after all where instead she should have killed him. He would not have the idea for this if she hadnt. It almost seemed to him that she was subconsciously aware of her place, that she belonged under the hand and sway of a better man. He would make her his. But as he drew her nearer and nearer to that glorious finish, guessing and anticipating from her body languageKordavo again abruptly stopped. He left her hanging, dangling on the edge, but with no release. He drew out his finger and again suckled it with relish, cleaning it completely and enjoying her taste. He did not return his hand. Instead he released her neck and wrapped his strong, muscular arms, even through his flight suit, around her torso. Both his hands came up and grasped her covered breasts, while he put his lips to her neck and peppered her with quick kisses. It lasted all but three seconds before he ceased that as well. He just held her then, grabbing her hands and holding them by her hands. No doubt they still felt stiff and sore from how he broke them. He squeezed them gently, adding pressure to her agony. Never forget. He said into her ear, the smirk audible in his tone again. Never forget how you submitted to me tonight, how you carved my touch, how you desired me. You know its right for you, to be mine. Do you want to finish? Just ask me. Say sir and ask for more. Ill give it to you, my little pet. We both know how ripe you are for it. He challenged her and to tease her more, give her some kisses further upon her neck.