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Invisible Bars

By: winterbourne
folder Erotica › General
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 4
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Disclaimer: Invisible Bars is a work of fiction, any esemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Chapter 3

Ana María. Gracias por todos sus comentarios. Espero que os guste este nuevo capítulo.

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noellegirly = I'm not sure. I usually save the link to favourites and periodically check on them, perhaps you should ask one of the management in the threads? Enjoy Winter x

chapter 3

Oliver practically drags me back to his house. “Your job will be to keep the women in line; they will cook and clean for the men.” He says not releasing the grip on my arm “we are rebuilding the village and making it home”

I follow him until we reach the room we had slept in. He closes the door but does not lock it. He turns to me and sits on the bed, he beckons me to him, I do not hesitate this time, I walk to stand in front of him and he pulls me onto is lap.

“Don’t bother hoping I will tire of you fast” he murmurs arms wrapping tightly around me as he claims my lips. I bite down on my emotions, keeping them in check this time. I have chosen this. His hand slides over my chest and down, I know what he wants; I lift my skirt and spread my legs. “Good girl” he murmurs. His fingers find my clit and begin to toy with it. I bite my lip. Suddenly he stops. “Stand” he orders, I do as I am told, he tugs off my skirt, leaving my corset on.  He stands and unbuckles his belt, for the first time I hesitate. He pulls me into a kiss “I promise not to fuck you unless you ask” He promises as he puts my hand on his belt. I unbuckle it and push his trousers down, his cock springs free.

He scoops me up and lays me on the bed, spread eagled, for a fleeting moment I think he’ll break his promise, but he lays beside me on his side. His fingers plunge into me without warning and I moan, his hips buck next to mine, poking me in the side with his hard cock. I feel my orgasm building but before I get to come he pulls his hand away. I moan my disapproval.

He takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his cock and guides my hand to stroke him. “that’s a girl” he moans and continues his teasing. He was fucking me with his fingers, teasing me. I can feel the frustration building and the need to come. Again he builds my orgasm and pulls away just as I am about to come.

“Oliver!” I growl my frustration. His hips buck into my hand as I say his name and he claims my lips.

“What?” he murmurs looking down at me. I didn’t even know where to begin or how to word it.

“Stop teasing me” I whine. He leans over me now rubbing the tip of his cock on my clit, my body arches beneath him and he moans.

“I might have to break my promise” he growls in my ear, his cock prodding my clit still.

“No…” I moan but my body screams yes. Even as he pulls away with a small growl my body arches to be close to him once more. His hands grab mine, pulling them above my head and holds them there with one. His fingers work on me again until I come and I scream his name as I do.

“Good girl” he purrs leaning over me and kissing me hard. As I calm from my orgasm I open my eyes to meet his as he strokes his cock, his grip on my hands numbingly tight.



“Oh fuck it” he growls his head falling to my shoulder.

“What?” I murmur my mind confused by his sudden outburst.

“I’m sorry” he responds confusing me further until his cock thrusts into me. My cry is of surprise and pleasure as he fills me. “It’s your own fault. You shouldn’t be so tempting”

Every thrust moves me, his fingers dig into my wrists as he holds them into place. I am lost in the fury of his passion. My hands grip his as he works inside of me until he finally comes inside me.

When he recovers he sits up and turns away from me, not looking at me. Part of me feels betrayed and indignant as I stretch and sit up.

“Go clean up” he orders “I’ll have a bath readied for you”

With that he is dressed and out of the door. I dress and go down the stairs, the boys, the slaves from the previous evening are laughing and joking over something while drawing my bath. I realise they are not slaves, they wore no brands or collars of slaves they must have been servants. They notice me and nod before leaving the room for me to bathe in peace

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