Time In My Hands: My Affair

“Aghn…” I found myself bound to a bed again, my body slicked with sweat. My back pressed into the bed, my knees bent against my chest as my legs were rested against his shoulder. Shwap. His hips slammed into mine with each thrust, earning a cry from me.

It wasn’t the Lord, however. He was out tending to business in another country. I was bent under Zane again; our first time together again since that night so long ago. And I had to admit, it felt GREAT.

My body was maxed to the edge of mind blowing pleasure, but he never brought me over that edge. It was like he was taunting me, and any time I was about to cum, Zane slowed his pace until he nearly had to start building the pleasure in me all over again.

It was nearly mid morning when he finally let me release, though he’d released at least twice before then. I came hard and was left to lie there in his bed, trembling in pleasure as my orgasm died down slowly.

The Lord’s wife had died just before he left, and though the man had wanted to stay and mourn his beloved’s death like I had, war was bordering us, and should he not go to the meeting, we’d be taken down easily.

Zane left me to rest so he could go tend to his duties. I told him, before he left that this wouldn’t happen again. Who was I trying to fool? Every night, I found myself bound to the bed and moaning, his body looming over mine, fucking me like tomorrow would never come.

This went on until my Lord returned, and I did the same with him after he rested his weary mind. I went for a month without Zane’s touch, but I couldn’t live with out it. I found that the Lord could not give me the pleasure and release that Zane did, and soon I started slipping off with the boy to have sex. Whenever we could get a moment alone, we slipped off into a dark corner, a closet, or his room if possible to have a quickie.

This went on for a year before I made a mistake. Both Zane and I fell asleep in his bed, and when I woke, I was late on getting dinner to his Lordship. I rushed to get ready, dressing and trying to brush my hair out as I ran for his food. It had already been taken when they couldn’t find me, so I hurried off to his room. “Forgive me, M’Lord.” I started, panting.

He didn’t yell or get angry, nor did he ask why I was late. I had seemed tired lately, so I suppose he simply assumed I had fallen asleep during a break. I looked like I had, anyway.

We ate in silence, and I didn’t think twice about lying down with my master. It wasn’t until he moved over me that I knew I was in trouble. He drew his fingers over my inner thigh, frowning as he took his fingers to his lips. Semen.

“What is this?” He started, trying to keep calm. “Why is there semen? Who, Tama?” He grunted as he thought about it. “Zane.” He growled and suddenly got up.

“No! It wasn’t him.” I cried, grabbing the Lord’s wrist. He immediately backhanded me, sending me off the bed and to the floor.

“Don’t lie to me. How long, Tama!? How long have you been doing this?!” This was the first time I’d ever seen him angry, and it really did frighten me. I was scared into honesty.

“ Since.. since the war started.” I whispered in reply, and he grabbed me up to strike me again angrily. I was beat and beat hard that night, thrown out of the room. I was surprised when he did not make me leave his home, but he sent me with a servant and a note to Zane’s room. He’d given me to a ring of people as a slave, but allowed to sleep in Zane’s room. He’d not been angry enough or cruel enough to take me from my love, but my punishment was to become a sex slave in a peace treaty to hopefully end the war.

I cried that night in Zane’s arms, sore and bruised. My hair was a soft mix of blues and purples now that it was spring, and he brushed though it with his hand to try and sooth me. I was sent away the next day, and though I was promised to be treated well through out them all, I was scared and cried so much with the first Lord that he left me alone to play with his child, a lovely little girl. I was so good with her that he allowed me to be her nanny rather than his sex slave. I wish I could have said that for the rest of them.