Outlander (Borealis) by Ellie Bay

two fingers inside my opening, curling them up,
stimulating my g-spot while he continued to lick and suck my pussy. I bucked
against the restraints and the fact that they limited my range of motion, sent
me into an erotic frenzy. I pointed my toes as my chin pressed into my chest.
    My thighs quivered as the pleasure swept over me. When I
came, the contractions were so intense that the passion of our bond reached
every cell in my body, leaving me with a sense of wholeness.
    He grimaced again briefly, but soon he was pinning me deeper
into the mattress with his weight. The hard metal coils of his chastity device
rubbed against my open, engorged pussy.
    The excitement built again, tempered by the fact that I knew
this was hurting him. “You don’t have to put yourself through this.”
    “Hush, little sub. My pleasure comes from a place deeper
than my cock.”
    Increasing his rhythm and friction against me, he was
sending me tumbling over a steep waterfall. I fell deep into it, crashing into
the delightful sensations. My orgasm exploded and reached out to the tips of my
fingers and toes. It drained me of energy, leaving me spent and trembling.
    Exhausted, and in obvious pain, Marcus kissed me lightly on
the mouth. After removing my restraints, he scooped me up, my cheek resting on
his chest. I was a rag doll in his arms.
    “Now I hold you,” he whispered in my ear. His eyes were
shining with emotion, their blue-green hue brighter than I had ever seen it.
“Claire Alexis.”
    It took a few seconds for the words to register. When it
finally hit me that he had given me a name, I was struck with a sense of
catharsis. It affected me more than I could have ever imagined. Claire fit somehow and I wanted to cry from the emotions that welled up inside me. I
just didn’t have the strength. There were so many things I needed to say to
Marcus, but they would have to wait because he spoke the words that sent me
straight to sleep.

Chapter 6
    Oil drizzled lazily from my shoulder to the swell of my
breasts. Alone at the lagoon, we were both silent. As I stared at the sun’s
rays, watching them dance over the lagoon’s surface, I filled with a sense of
peace.
    With lubricated hands, Marcus attended to my curves. It
ended too soon with a cascade of water. “What are you thinking right now,
Claire?”
    His words snapped me out of my stupor. “What?” After two
beats I caught myself. “Dominus.”  
    Grabbing me by the waist, he drew me close, pressing against
me as chains jangled in complaint. “Your mind is occupied.”
    “Am I that transparent, Dominus?”
    “Sometimes our bodies can say more than words.”
    As he clicked open the shackles that tethered me to the
wall, I thought how true that statement was for Marcus. With a glance, a gentle
touch, a brush of his lips against my neck, he communicated volumes.
    I wanted him so bad, it hurt.
    His pupils dilated when I ran my fingernails down his chest.
He caught my hands before they could travel any further south. “Are you trying
to seduce me?”
    Pink bloomed on my cheeks. “No, Dominus.” Beads of water
cooled on my skin as the rich tang of ozone from the rushing waterfalls made me
feel lazy. “Can we stay in the water a little longer?”
    Marcus kissed my palm and led me to a shallow area where we
could sit on rocky ledges with water up to our waist. “Now will you tell me
what’s on your mind?”
    On a rounded depression in the rock, Marcus nestled between
my legs, my back pressed against his front. His chastity device poked the small
of my back.
    It took a concerted effort to push aside the erotic tension,
but I had something to say. “May I speak freely, Dominus?”
    “You may,” he said, with a cadence of warning. “For now.”
    Nervous, but feeling brave, I started to talk. “I have
questions about Borealis.”
    Rippled arms curled tightly around me as Marcus leaned into
my neck. “Ask,” he whispered.
    Only Marcus could make an ordinary word sound so