Authors: Raven McAllan
Judith was bewildered. She had no idea to what he was referring. Dare she ask? Before she had time to frame her words her eyes were covered with a dark, soft cloth. The towel was wrapped tight around her, pinning her arms to her sides. If it was not for the fact that her arse was bare and the cooling draught on her heated nether regions, she decided it was how a swaddled baby must feel. Not uncomfortable, but comforted and safe.
Apart from my arse on view to all and sundry.
She could just hope the all and sundry stopped at Stephen.
All thought of Kitty went out of her head as Stephen lifted her with ease and put her over his shoulder. Her hair fell from its pins and flowed downwards, covering his back. Her head faced his arse. Still uncovered, it was, she decided, a very nice arse. However, she was sure there was a better way to see it?
“You are on your honor not to speak until I direct a question to you, Judith. You will listen, do as you are told and nothing else. Do you understand? Say ‘Yes Sirius.’ If you agree. If you do not, I will take you to your room.”
Sirius? Why am I answering a star?
The sharp tap on her arse startled her out of her reverie. The heat it generated made her curls damp, her clit clench. Two more followed, each harder than the last. “I’m waiting Judith. You gave me leave to show you my life. This is the start. So?”
How could she answer when her body was alive, craving his touch? Who would have thought chastisement so arousing?
“Judith, now or never.” His voice was stern, almost harsh. She shivered as his finger teased her anus. Even trussed up as she was, goose bumps ran up her arms. Judith was sure the hairs stood on end.
“Oh.” She had forgotten she still hadn’t answered him. “Yes Sirius.”
“Good girl.” Once more three hard slaps on each cheek had her juices coating her. Fire filled her. Her cunt was dripping and her thighs wet. He laughed, happy to find it so.
“We must choose you a safe word. I believe we were distracted earlier. So a word if you please. One you say if my directions or actions are unacceptable to you.”
“Gift.”
He stopped the erotic tracing of the contours of her arse. “Gift?” he echoed.
For once it seemed she had stunned him.
“Gift,” Judith repeated, not trying to keep the satisfaction out of her voice. “For what you are about to give to me.”
“One can but hope you think it such once you have experienced it,” he said. “Keep your head down, the passage is narrow, its ceiling low. I do not wish your delicate skin to be marked in any way other than by me,” he commanded.
What did he mean? Judith went to speak, and remembered his silence diktat just in time. He was correct; the corridor was scarce wide enough to let him walk without touching the walls. Once he ducked and cursed. She presumed the roof was lower than he assumed. As he walked he did not break his smooth caress of her arse.
“Good girl. I can feel you quivering with questions. They will be answered, I promise. You are so wet.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in his voice. “I am going to enjoy making you gush for me Judith. By the time this night is over, you will know more of the art of love than most of the ton ever will. I will fuck you until you beg for release, show you the delights to be felt as your dark passage is filled and I spill into you. I will watch as you cry out with joy as Kitty eats your quim and you eat hers. Demand you suck my cock and drink my juices, tie you, torment you, and demand you obey my every command. And over and above all, I will love you.”
She could not have answered even if she had been bidden to. His simple, arousing words silenced her with their sincerity. Her body was so alive, she wanted to scream. To touch him, and feel his desire soak her.
Her world spun as he turned a corner. Even through her blindfold, light hit her eyes.
“Now my love. Be brave.”
Brave? What does he mean?
Her body was slid down his. Her cunt and breasts rubbed against him as he set her on her feet.
“Now love, it is time to learn.”
What
does
he mean?
C
HAPTER
S
IX
Stephen set his love on her feet, pulled off the towel and guided her to the bed. In truth, he hoped she could relax now. However, if he was honest, he felt it was not possible. Too much rested on the next few hours. Beside him, Judith rubbed her arms and tensed as she looked around her. He tried to see the room as she would and winced inside. Perhaps it was a mistake to bring her to his tower with all its secrets?
No, she
has
to see it all. I have to show her everything that will be in our lives.
His eyes were hooded as he waited for her to comment; he could tell she had questions. Stephen realized she was waiting for permission to speak and his heart swelled with joy. She had listened and obeyed. Maybe, just maybe, these next few hours would lead to his dreams becoming reality.
“You may ask questions now, love. As long as you remember how to address me, that, in this room is paramount.”
Judith nodded, and walked to the head of the four-poster bed. She touched one curved bedpost, and slid her fingers over the grooves, curling them and flexing them within each indentation. To Stephen, the way she moved was enticing, and his cock seeped. How he wished to bury himself deep inside her.
Patience. You have waited this long without a hope. Now that hope is here. Patience.
With a glance over her shoulder, she pushed a finger into the hole set in the middle of the wood. “This is for?”
“Restraints.”
Her eyes widened.
He felt as though an army of spear throwers invaded him, sending hard darts of pain into his body. Was that shock or interest he saw? Her hand went to her breast and back to her side. Her chest heaved and her body flushed as a rosy blush began to cover her. He would wager her cunt was sopping.
“So, you restrain my arms?” she asked as she moved to the base where further carvings and holes held silken bindings. “And my legs? Stretched wide and my body on view?”
“Just so.” How he wished she was there, like that now. She smiled, a soft wanton, all-woman smile, and looked upward.
“And this?” Judith asked as she lifted a long chain and complicated set of ropes that hung over the bed.
“To suspend yo.. someone in.”
“Ah.” She took hold of one rope and spun it around her hand. Her eyes were bright and he saw a soft sheen of perspiration on her skin. Stephen stopped breathing. It seemed Judith was not put off—yet.
“If you agree to all I wish, I will fasten you there.” He kept his voice level and willed his cock to behave. He was hard, harder than he thought possible without being buried deep inside a woman’s body.
“You would?” Her tongue snaked between her lips and licked them. Her chest was now red, much he thought, as was her arse when he spanked her. The thought of those exciting moans she hadn’t realized she was making as he colored the soft globes of her derriere made him itch to repeat the exercise. It was almost enough to make him spill now, just watching her.
“Oh I would. Wish you to know what would happen once you were tight within those constraints? How I would touch you? Bring you to the edge over and over and forbid you to fall?”
She bit her lip. “Perhaps later? I er…Oh lord Stephen,” she said, her words tumbling out in her haste. “Yes, just show me everything. Talking is all well and good, but it is nothing like experience. I have read about you and your so-called abnormal activities in pamphlets. I have listened to others, and I know you enjoy things most people do not, but I am not most people. Who is to say what is normal? I have waited long for this. So.” She walked across to the side table where his toys of choice rested, and picked up a long leather whip, its tasseled ends a mixture of silk and hide. She ran her fingers the length of the handle and tangled with the flails. “This is to be used on me?”
He took a deep breath and nodded. “If you do not do as I ask, respect my name. Or we choose to use it for pleasure. I need to use it.” Would she understand?
“Ah I see.” Judith returned the whip to the table and moved to the next item. “I think. It is part of your pleasure to mark and pain me so?”
“Mark, yes, pain? ‘Twill not be such once you learn how to embrace it.”
“Hmm. And this short crop also?” She touched it to her lips and then stared at him. “Like this?” Her breath came is short shallow pants as she used the crop to rub her clit and tease between her legs.
“Like that and more. And my love you have one minute to submit or say your safe word. It seems I have no need to worry you are too innocent or delicate to understand me.”
As he watched her with deliberate intent, she touched the curls that covered her quim and used her spare hand to stroke herself. Her fingers disappeared under her muff and into her channel. It was so erotic, he rubbed his cock to match her strokes. She glanced at him and blushed.
Why, after all this, does the sight of me stroking myself make her shy?
“Shy my love? ‘Tis you who make me fuck myself. Unless I may begin? Thirty seconds.”
Outside the uncovered window the snow still fell; in the room, the air stilled. The flames from the fire sent long shadows over them, cocooned them in their own private space.
Once more she licked her lips. “Then.” She picked up the crop and walked towards him. As she reached him she handed it to him. Then she knelt on the floor in front of him and bent her head. Her hair fell over her shoulders and covered her breasts. She put her arms behind her back. As he watched, amazed at the beautiful position she had assumed, Judith spoke. “Sirius, may I taste you?”
***
Her heart thudded loud in her ears. Judith was scared Stephen would notice and mistake excitement for terror. Her fear now was he would refuse. Her clit was on fire, her cunt wept, and she felt the evidence trickle down her thighs. Would he give his permission? She waited in nervous anticipation. His essence filled her; her mouth was dry. The one way she knew to quench her thirst was by drinking him.
He used the tip of the crop to lift her chin. His dark eyes shone with a fire and excitement that made her cunt weep all the more.
“Take me,” he commanded.
Were two words ever more enticing than those?
“Oh I will, my lord.” She lifted her arse from her heels to allow her mouth to reach him.
The swish of the crop as it landed on her globes was unexpected. The pain radiated outwards. Judith cried out in surprise. White heat filled her, sped through her nerve ends, and stung. Again the crop landed, harder than before. She tried to sit back down, to cover her arse from his blows, but the look on Stephen’s face stopped her. He was waiting for her to cry ‘gift.’ She’d be damned if she would. Instead she bent double, presenting her arse to him for easier access. The pain stopped, and became pleasure. Such pleasure, her body hummed with it.
“Sirius, my apologies.”
The crop caressed her cleft. She could not help but tense as it touched her puckered hole and edged inwards. She tried not to tense at the intrusion. Those pamphlets she had ready, those damnable arousing indicting pamphlets had mentioned his love of the darkness. Each word she read had increased her excitement. Would she ever tell him how she had achieved release reading of his supposed peculiarities?
“Ah, love, you submit so willingly to me. It will all be our pleasure. Now, no more speech.” His voice was honey smooth, and flowed around her. “I want your lips on my cock, your tongue to entice the tip, my juices to flow into your mouth. You will stop when I demand. Our first time is together, with my cock deep inside your cunt. Take me until I say otherwise.”
This time the crop stroked her arse until it slipped between her legs and forced her upright.
Judith looked at him from under her lashes. Her arse was on fire, her cunt dripped with the evidence of her arousal, and her skin tingled. How could she take him in this position? The angle of her body did not allow her mouth easy access. It seemed Stephen read her mind. He teased her seam with the tassels on the crop, then took her by the arm. He stood her upright.
“Stand here. Do not touch yourself. Wait and watch. You may ask questions later.”
Judith watched as he pulled a long bench in front of her. Her quim contracted as she saw the silk ties dangling all along the length of the wood. With a swift glance at her, he set a low padded bed beneath it.
“I am going to tie you here Judith. I cannot in all honesty,
not
submit to all my darkness. This is…” He hesitated. The tone of his voice showed such desolation Judith could have wept. “This is what I need. Bend from the waist like that, love. Place your hand on the bed ends.”
Judith was dubious. Would her arms stretch so far and still let her bend? She trusted his knowledge. She realized, with a start, she was not afraid of what he might do. Even though she had heard whispers of unnatural desires, and giver of pain spoken about, never had any woman claimed to experience them. Or indeed anything with him. How he managed to do all he said he needed, without it being confirmed, she had no idea. But with a flash of clarity, Judith understood. For she would never reveal this night, so why would others?