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Bondage	By : SAF Category: S through Z > Wheel of Time Series Views: 19305 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He felt the excitement building in his Aes Sedai as he surveyed her. Her lips were dry, she touched them lightly with her tongue, swallowed to clear her throat. He looked her coolly in the eyes, “Do you want to fuck me?” he asked, conversationally.
Alanna smiled bizarrely. Trepidation? Eagerness? Anger? Lust? He couldn't tell what she felt, even with the bond inflicting her emotions on him. She stroked his forearm with her hand, parted her pouty lips and stared at him with those big, brown eyes. Rand knew what she wanted, he just couldn't think why. She couldn't really believe that he'd trust her after what she'd done, she certainly didn't love him. Did she think him so stupid that he'd tell her his plans if they laid together? Why not, he'd been stupid enough to let her get close enough to bond him after all. Typical Aes Sedai, full of their own superiority.
“I want you to make love to me, yes,” she answered breathily, showing him her teeth. “My beautiful Rand.”
With a cold sneer he slapped her hand away. Hurt registered through the bond, much more than the contact warranted but Rand refused to be moved by it. She was probably faking anyway. Whatever it was she wanted from him he would not, could not, give her. And he knew he would never find the answers to his own aching needs with a woman who could force a bond on someone. Still, there were other needs... ones less vital, but no less hungry...
Whatever else Alanna was, she was a beautiful woman. Slim but rounded in all the right places, dark skinned, pretty, with long, glossy black hair that would surely flow through the fingers like silk. He ran his eyes over her covetously. She was his, was she not? Bonded to him, willingly or no. Why should he not possess what was his. Through the unwelcome but undeniable bond between them Rand could feel Alanna's excitement. Her quickened breathing threatened to cause the dark hills of her breasts to overtop the tight green dress she wore. Up and down they went, almost frantic. Her pulse pounded in her neck, but the ache it caused was further down. As was his own.
Rand smiled at her. Trepidation? Eagerness? Anger? He couldn't say what he felt. Except lust, that he recognised.
He took hold of a fistful of that black mane, let it trail through his fingers. It was just as soft as he had hoped. Alanna's breath shuddered out and she put her arms around him, her small hands going to his own hair, brushing through it almost tenderly. "Rand," she breathed, huskily, "my poor Rand." Her lips found his, her kiss was tender at first, then grew insistent when she found him unresponsive, his jaws clamped shut.
Alanna grew frantic. She pressed her breasts up against him, stroked her thigh against his, gripped his hair almost painfully. "Please," she moaned between kisses, "please... I want... Rand... I need you..." And when her hand found the angry bulge in his breeches, Rand's own needs became irresistible.
He seized her hair in both hands and kissed those pouting, red lips like he meant to devour them, his tongue sought hers as though a duel had been declared. He bore her backwards, neither knowing nor caring what he was pushing his Aes Sedai towards. Only the desk slamming against her hips stopped their momentum, but Rand barely noticed. Alanna didn't seem to either, she was grinding her crotch against his knee almost animalistically. The knee that rested between her parted legs. Parted...
Growling low, he dragged her green silk skirts up, bunching them around her hips, exposing her white stockings and smallclothes. With one hand he stroked her sex, softly at first, then roughly. Her underwear was sodden wet, sticky with her heat. She moaned throatily at his touch.
Alanna undid Rand's laces with surprising deftness, pushed his breeches down enough to expose his erect manhood. Her eyes latched onto the sight and her face flushed darkly. She wrapped both hands around his shaft and gently pushed the foreskin back, exposing his glistening tip. She raised her eyes to his with what might almost have been adoration.
Rand didn't want her tenderness though, nor her adoration. The very idea made him angry. How dare she touch him like that, look at him like that? Did she think he would forgive her? Just because she acted so sweetly?
He took her by the forearms and pulled her away from the desk, then he turned her around and pushed her over it where she couldn't look at him with those damnably confused and confusing eyes. Once more he dragged Alanna's skirts up over her hips, this time exposing the inviting curves of her bottom. She folded her arms before her and rested her forehead on them, made no effort to resist him as he ran both hands over the soft cotton of her smallclothes and the softer flesh beneath. When he began to pull her underwear down she groaned and arched her back invitingly.
The musky scent of Alanna's sex assaulted Rand's senses as he bent to lower her most intimate defence. The darkly glistening hair between her thighs drew his gaze, the eager pink lips of her sex begged for his touch. He couldn't help himself, he kissed her. "Nuuh! Oh, Light... Rand..." She pushed herself back against him, his tongue quested out and tasted her silken flesh. Without his willing it, Rand's hand found his cock and rubbed it desperately. He had to have her. Now.
Leaving Alanna's smallclothes tangled around her ankles, Rand stood and aimed his throbbing penis at her wet crevice. He pushed the head into her heat without preamble, placed one hand on her dusky, pert buttock and used it to push her further over the desk so he could get a better angle. Then he leant over her and thrust deep, unable to contain a deep cry of pleasure. Of satisfaction gained. Alanna's own sharp gasps spurred him on he began to ride her hard. Pulling out of her almost completely before ramming back in as deep as he could. Rand rested both hands on the desk to either side of Alanna's dark head and watched her bottom quiver with each thrust.
Alanna parted her thighs to allow him better access, her ankles still bound. She stretched one hand back behind herself, searching for the taut flesh of Rand's own buttocks, and dug her fingers in once she found them. Mingled pleasure and pain brought Rand's gaze up from her hips to find her watching him from the corner of one big brown eye. Her face was flushed with pleasure and naked with need. He found he could not meet her eye.
To hide his strange weakness, Rand lowered his face to the back of Alanna's neck and inhaled her scent. Perfume and the light pungence of woman's sweat. Her concentration was not what it should be seemingly. She was rocking her hips as he lay over her, her slick heat caressing every inch of his manhood. She felt so good. Too good. Sinfully good. He began unbuttoning her dress, riding his Aes Sedai more slowly now. The skin of her back was smooth and unblemished, its darkness a beautiful compliment to her midnight hair. Rand ran his hands through that hair now, its silken mass fascinated him. Alanna tossed back her head the better to enjoy his touch. She was his, he realised. Right then, if not before and probably not after. She belonged to him. The moans that escaped her lips told him that. He tightened his grip, holding her by the hair firmly, but not enough to hurt her. Just enough to keep her still while he had his way with her. He fucked her hard and knew she loved it.
With his right hand he reached around and grasped her left breast. Soft, supple flesh molded itself to the shape of his arm; firm jutting nipples fought for more. He took one between finger and thumb and rubbed it insistently, increasing the pace of his thrusts once more. He gripped her soft flesh in his cruel hand, kneading it painfully. She did not try to stop him, only cried out his name. With an effort of will, he relaxed his grip on her breast, let her rest within the cup of his hand, the better to feel her tender flesh move as he rode her, slowly now, then faster, then slow again, her nipple flicking against the ridges of his branded palm. Rand felt almost as though he was fighting another swordsman, the battle swinging first one way then the other. Hatred warred with tenderness within his thumping heart.
Rand's breathing became more and more hoarse as he fucked Alanna. He took her fiercely, made no effort to seek out her pleasure spots but nonetheless her felt her climax building in time with his. It was the bond, the damnable, inescapable bond. His pleasure rolled into Alanna's and back to him doubled, picking up weight with each stroke until nothing else seemed to exist, until they existed in a state of animal ecstasy, until it became too much to hold and even ecstasy was subsumed into an inferno of heat and light. Darkness claimed him.
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