Chapter One

 

As inn beds went, it wasn't bad - soft and warm, without too many straws poking through. Best of all, it had a large wooden headboard. Saryn was on her knees facing it. Her hands were neatly tied to the top bar. She'd told Marrox to do that, the same way she'd asked for a gag and shown him how she liked it tied. In fact, from their meeting downstairs to this current fuck, Saryn had taken the lead in everything.

Her ass was raised, even tilted invitingly. The lamplight made her red hair shine and there was a huge amount of it, all tangled into thick ringlets. Marrox ran his hand over her smooth bottom and she responded with a subtle murmur.

She had an unusual body. He knew it was lithe and very athletic, but not toned. She liked her food and she definitely liked her drink. It gave Saryn heavy breasts and a large backside, with plenty of curves. Her buttocks were cold and tight. When his fingers brushed her clit they came away damp.

She had a lovely face, pretty and innocent. But some women are just made to be fucked from behind.

He gave her ass a strong pat. Saryn wiggled it, asking for more, and harder please.

She really wanted this. So he pulled his hand back and smacked her. He watched her flesh change colour under the blow. He saw her eyes close up tight as she lost herself in the hot burn. Groaning seemed to help. She bit down on the gag to stop herself crying out. Then her chin lifted and for a second there was a look of blissful martyrdom in those eyes.

He took his time over the spanking, alternating the blows with strokes and coaxing words. She was getting very hot between the thighs and he could smell her arousal. His own was obvious. She saw his erection and smiled behind the gag. I'll have some of that later, too, she seemed to be hinting.

He took a little time, teasing her, then delivering a flurry of blows which made her yelp and the bedstead rock. When her arse was glowing and tender, Marrox climbed onto the bed and positioned himself to fuck her from behind. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet slit, tantalising her with the sensations. She managed to turn herself round enough to shake her head and raise her eyebrows a few times, which he took to mean: not that hole, the smaller one. Her face was so pretty, so innocent, and yet she clearly wanted to take it up the ass. So Marrox withdrew and positioned his cock higher up, right behind her puckered anus. She began to wriggle with glee. He lubricated himself with spit, knowing how little it was going to help. Something like oil was needed here. But Saryn didn't seem to care. He concluded she was looking forward to the sting. Even so, he helped a little by prying her buttocks apart for the first thrust. Which, in truth, he was none too gentle about.

She stiffened and made a whining noise. He paused, wondering if this was hurting. Saryn pushed back onto his dick and he found himself absorbed into her, right to the hairs at the base of his shaft. He knew that her pussy was capable of a firm grip but this was fierce. After a few hard thrusts he had to stop because the pleasure was so intense.

Saryn complained through her gag. He reached forwards and twisted a hand into her hair - there was plenty of it.

"All right, all right, I'll stop trying to be a gentleman."

He did. It took serious effort but he buggered Saryn as hard as he could, despite the feeling that her tight little anus was wringing the life out of his cock. If he was honest, he loved doing this to her. Anal sex always felt wrong, the sort of thing you only did with a very experienced and willing whore. He was quickly groaning and trying very hard not to cum before she did. Not that he had to wait long. Saryn gripped the head rest and he understood what the gag was for: she didn't want to wake the whole inn and without it, she probably would have done.

When they were both satisfied, he undid the ropes and the pair tumbled onto the mattress, gasping and stinking. She undid the gag and threw it on the floor. Marrox stretched, laughing at her audacity.

"Fuck, you are a very dirty girl sometimes."

"So I'm told. Does your very dirty girl get a cuddle?"

"Come here."

He put out an arm and she rolled over to him. Their sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, her cheek on his chest.

"It's been a long time since anyone has handled my bottom the way you just did."

"I'm surprised."

"I don't mean people haven't tried. It's just - there's a knack to it. You have to want to please a woman, not just want to hurt her. I was your toy and that was wonderful, but I wasn't your bitch."

"My cock went up your arse. You are my bitch."

"Of course."

She rolled so that her chin was on his chest and she could look up at him with adoring green eyes. Definitely his bitch.

"But something else too. It's hard to explain," she told him.

"You don't train a dog just by beating it?"

"Something like that. You knew what I wanted. Actually, I had to coax you a little, which was sweet. But when we started, you enjoyed yourself."

"Really enjoyed myself."

"Pleasure and pain. It's all really fucked up."

"As long as we enjoy it."

She ran a nail over his chest, tangling it into the small hairs.

"I think we make a good team."

"We do."

"In lots of ways."

A new expression came into her eyes. He wasn't sure he liked it. Then she smiled broadly.

"Does that make us partners?"

"Bed mates."

"A bit more maybe?"

"Lovers?"

"Lovers is nice. I don't think I've ever had one of those. Not someone I can cuddle like this."

She kissed his chest and snuggled up again.

"What about professionally? We could be a good team there too."

"Saryn..."

"I know your reputation and you know mine. We would make great partners."

"If this is about the job you were discussing - it's too bloody dangerous."

"For amateurs. Not for us."

"The Valerian Royal Palace? Those lunatics? They're psychotic. They took power through murder and they hold that power with total ruthlessness. Not to mention very public displays of execution by torture." He shivered, and would have described a display he'd actually witnessed, but Saryn stopped him by putting a finger to his lips. Her mouth was half open, her expression severe.

"Don't. It's what they want. Of course they're cruel when they actually catch a thief, but that's because they catch so few. And those are amateurs. Ex-soldiers who try kicking the doors down. Opportunists. Not professionals like us."

"If they catch us..."

"They won't," she insisted, with an absolute confidence. "We're not idiots. Yes, it's risky, but that's half the fun, isn't it. Making a difficult climb up a disused chimney. That jump from ledge to ledge in the dark? Gets the heart racing doesn't it. They won't catch us because we're lords of the night. We can go to places they wouldn't even think of looking. And even if they did catch us, how many prisons have you escaped from?"

He didn't like to say because it would sound like a boast. "As many as you have, I imagine."

"So who's to say they could even hold us?"

Then she kissed him quickly to seal the deal.

"I have plans of the jewel tower. I know of an unguarded way in. It leads to a collapsed South staircase which they think is blocked. Probably is - but not to us. Half an hour at the most. Then we're set for life." She kissed him again, this time taking longer over it, tangling her tongue against his. It was a simple trick but very sensual. Marrox felt his groin stirring again. She was in no hurry, either. Of course not. They had all the time in the world and she wouldn't let him leave her bed until he'd agreed to the plan.

"When we are rich, we can do this for the rest of our lives, but on silk sheets. How would you like me dressed, sir?

"In satin. With perfume. And a collar of gemstones."

"Oh? A collar. That sounds exciting. Tight?"

"Uncomfortably so."

"Oh. But you would let me breathe, I hope?"

"If you were a good girl."

"And if not?"

His mouth was dry. He felt her fingers brush against his cock, which was rapidly stiffening. Saryn gave him an interested look. It seemed to say - oh - so you like this game?

"If you were disobedient I would tighten the collar. A fraction. Just so that you'd find it hard to breathe."

"My lips would part as I struggled for air. My eyes would open very wide. And obviously, my chest would rise and my breasts would become very - what's the word? - obvious. Prominent. Like I was offering them to you. To be hurt more."

Her fingers surrounded his shaft. Then Saryn gave a little start, as if suddenly remembering something.

"I had a friend once who fucked her lover with a cord around her throat. Nothing as fancy as your collar, but it did the trick."

"She liked it?

"Oh, she liked it."

He wet his lips.

"What did it feel like?"

"She said - every part of her body was more sensitive. More awake. I suppose it was just panic. That's natural. But if I was wearing your collar and you put it on very tightly, just imagine how my nipples would respond." She asked him that in all innocence, but her hand was now moving firmly and rhythmically.

"Saryn... "

"Shh. Close your eyes. Just think of satin sheets and tight gold collars. I would wear it for you, you know that I would. You could dress me how you wanted, for as long as it would take us to spend the Valerian crown jewels. Which, I'm guessing, would be a fucking long time. Or - a long time fucking?"

She laughed, and her hand picked up speed. Marrox was lost in a world of friction and imagination. He knew that the heist she was planning had to be the most dangerous he had ever attempted. Scared him? Of course those maniacs scared him. But the thought of Saryn down on all fours, his hand tightening a golden choke chain around her throat...

It was stupid. Incredibly stupid. But before he ejaculated all over her fingers, he knew he was going to do it.