Lusty Historical Erotica Stories

by Tabitha Jonestown

  As close as he was, I should have been even more scared, but I wasn’t. Instead, I licked my lips, finding myself eager for it. He gripped the back of my head, kneeling on the bed beside me, and guided it in, and I went willingly.

  Anyone watching would have thought he had all of the power, with me bound and gasping and moaning for me, eager for anything he gave me. In that moment, however, I learned that I wasn’t without a power of my own. When my lips brushed over the slick, leaking head of his cock, when they caressed the sensitive skin, he gasped, and I knew what it felt like to feel the power he must feel when he saw me bound for him.

  He was helpless for me as I parted my lips, as I accepted him inside my mouth. Helpless as I stroked over the smooth, hot, satiny skin of his cock with my lips, taking him inch by inch inside my mouth. He belonged to me as he pushed between my lips, and the further I took him, the more he was mine.

  “Rinyia,” he moaned, and I got to watch as the huge, strong man came apart, just with the motion of my lips and tongue and even with my teeth. Salt and masculine musk filled my mouth, enslaving me further, but then, I had him helpless, too. I worked on him, and my jaw stretched as I opened wide, accepting him inch by inch.

  I tried not to feel triumphant as my nose grazed over his pubic hair. I had him buried deep into my mouth, even into my throat, swallowing around him as he thrust gently.

  He was mine. As much as I was his, he was mine, too, and he would be as long as I could make his body feel the things he was obviously feeling.

  “Rinyia,” he whispered again, and I moaned, encouraging him. Once or twice more, he thrust into my throat, and then he pulled out and I was left empty. It disappointed me, at least a little. I knew very little about what happened between a man in a woman, but I had read enough, and overheard conversations, enough to know that I wanted to know what would happen to him when he had his climax.

  “No, don’t stop,” I whispered, and he smirked and ran his fingers over my swollen lips.

  “I will have your mouth. I will fill it again,” he promised, and that made me shiver. Until then, I hadn’t been sure if this was nothing more than a moment of temporary insanity from both of us, but he had just promised me it would happen again.

  “When I come inside you for the first time, though,” he murmured, his words filthy, his tone seductive, “I don’t want it to be between your lips.”

  Oh Gods. Even for me, as inexperienced as I was, I knew what that meant. I shuddered helplessly, and he smirked into my face and then slid down away from me. Only so that he could cover me with his enormous body, trapping me under him, his cock rubbing over my ass.

  It should have been filthy, and on some level, it was. I was always so aware that this was a human, and not only was I going to bed him, but I was going to love it. The heat of his body, the way he smelled, so musky, how huge he was, it should have been terrifying.

  Fear, however, wasn’t what I was feeling. Not even close.

  “Do it,” I whispered, sealing my own fate. I felt his legs push mine aside, and then his cock was slipping between my thighs, grazing over the very center of my being.

  “Do it!” I insisted, and he laughed softly as the blunt head of his cock grazed over my swollen clit, making me convulse. The moment he was inside me, I knew I would find my pleasure, and nothing I had practiced before on my own would compare.

  “Impatient little princess,” I could hear the smirk in his voice, but he gave me what I wanted. He slid inside of me, and I was a virgin, yes, but so slick with the juices of desire that he slid right inside of me, all the way to the hilt, despite how tight I was.

  Maybe it should have hurt. He was enormous, after all, stretching me wide, and I had never had anything other than my own slender fingers inside of myself before. But there was no pain. Nothing other than a deep, shuddering sense of satisfaction as he started to move inside of me.

  I moved with him, too, as best I could with him on top of me, pressing me down into the mattress with his weight. Moaning, we rocked together, my wrists still firmly bound.

  “You’re mine, little princess,” he moaned, and I shivered at the pure possession in his voice, in every movement inside of me. I had known it would be soon, but just hearing those words, it was more than enough and I cried out as I came for him, my body clenching rhythmically around his thick cock as pleasure ripped through my body, exploding and stealing my breath, perhaps even rationality itself.

  Or maybe I’d lost that long ago, with how I was allowing this to happen.

  “I’m yours,” I whispered, when I was able to speak again. His, all his. It should have been ludicrous, giving myself to an anyone, much less a human, but I was his utterly. As long as he could do these amazing, liquid, red-hot things to my body, I would be his.

  We moved together, and to me, it felt as though we had been lovers for years. Our bodies knew just what to do, and I whimpered as I fucked myself on him, little aftershocks of pleasure still rocketing through my veins, bringing me spiraling closer and closer once more.

  I lost track of how many times I came, stimulated beyond endurance by the cock which stretched me open and claimed me. It seemed there was nothing but pleasure in my world, but some time later, I felt him stiffen up inside of me, I heard him gasp, and he twitched as he coated my inner passage with his come.

  “I meant it,” he breathed, while our bodies were still locked together. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You belong to me. I will have you whenever I want, do you understand me?”

  A little flush of desire crept through me, though I would have thought myself completely sated. A secret smile touched my lips, and I nodded.

  “I understand,” I whispered, and I would comply, too. I would be his, forever, and I honestly couldn’t think of a better fate.

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  Story Three

  Chapter One

  I wasn’t about to let him win this argument even though I knew what he was saying was the truth. My father was never one to mince words and his anger was evident by the way that his cheeks flushed.

  “I can’t seem to get through to you and this is the only way I know to give you a future you deserve. Living here with me isn’t working. God knows, I’m trying to show patience, but you are rapidly getting on my last nerve.” He stood there defiantly with his hands holding onto his suspenders.

  “There’s nothing you can do to force me to become a mail order bride. This might be the old west, but I don’t play nice with others. Mother would have your balls in a sling if she were here to witness the way you’re trying to pawn me off on a man. You have her to blame for my independence and attitude to match.” My spun gold hair was wrapped nicely in a bun. It was giving me the demure look of a Catholic schoolgirl. I was small in stature but I made up for that with a hardened edge.

  “You have so much potential and you’re ruining your one chance at happiness. Knowing your place is half the battle. Fighting me is not the answer. I had a feeling this was the response I was going to get.” He looked smug and then there was a knock on the door which made him smile like he had something up his sleeve.

  “I know that look like the back of my hand. I get this feeling I’m not going to like what you propose next.” I followed him into the hallway where he was talking in hushed tones with a man with the brim of his cowboy hat down over his eyes.

  The denim shirt and black pants did not hide his physique from my eager and wandering eyes. I watched him closely and found something strangely enthralling about his presence. He lifted the brim of his hat and I was immediately drawn to his piercing blue eyes.

  “Laurie, I would like you to meet Stephen Over
ton. He is going to take a personal interest in curbing you of your attitude. I’ve taken the liberty of packing your bag.” I was stunned into silence. Stephen took my wrist and held it within his iron grip.

  “I’m not going anywhere with you or anyone. Get your hands off of me or I will scream.” The feel of his fingers holding me tight was causing the unseen side effect of my body responding.

  “I can assure you there’s nothing you can say to change my mind. This is not how a young lady acts. His school has an amazing reputation for success. I don’t know what the curriculum is, but I really don’t care. Come back when you are ready to play by the rules. He promises to teach you how to behave.” I was a tomboy and I was at home climbing trees.

  “This can either be the easy way or the hard way. I have a few men outside ready to bring you along by force if necessary. I would rather you show me the potential of learning your place in society. Give me an inch and I will surely take a mile.” His strong shoulders and the day growth of beard had me wondering what those bristles would feel like against my face.

  I tried to wrench free, but it was an exercise in futility. He easily hefted me over his shoulders and grabbed my luggage on the way out. I looked up to see father grinning from ear to ear. He had no idea what he had unleashed on this unsuspecting man.

  “I have this feeling you’re going to have your hands full with this one. I’m paying quite a lot of money to get results quickly. Her intended will be here in less than two weeks and I want her ready for her new life. Don’t disappoint me.” My father’s words conveyed how much was at stake and the money involved.

  “I pride myself on knowing exactly what it takes and I don’t have to justify your comment with a response. The money you gave me is money well spent. I will say I’m not very happy with the way you treat her. Somebody needs to make a drastic adjustment to your attitude toward women.” This was the first time I had seen anybody stand up to my father and his slack jaw made me smile inward.

  “I hope you know who you’re talking to and just how much trouble you can be in by making me an enemy.” My father was not about to let him get the last word. His fortune was born off the backs of others doing his dirty work.

  Stephen hung me over the horse and then turned his attention to my father. He tossed his long hair back and cracked his knuckles. I would have given anything to see someone wipe the look of victory off of his face.

  “I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth and I had to fight for everything I own. I was constantly at odds with my siblings and competition became something our father would enjoy by pitting us against each other. You can say whatever you want, but be aware that there are consequences to any action.” He reeled back with his fist and brought it so close to my father’s glass jaw that he practically jumped out of his skin.

  “I… I will not have anybody speaking to me in this manner.” My father was flustered and I was seeing my benefactor in a whole different light.

  “Let this be a lesson to you that money doesn’t always get what you want. We will never see things the same way. I punish because it’s necessary not because I get a thrill out of it. I would say that she’s lucky to get out from underneath your thumb.” Stephen was wearing a duster which made him look bigger than life.

  The muscles on his body gave him a physique that most women would dream of exploring from the top to the bottom. He was a wet dream come true and no doubt had a plethora of young ladies begging for his attention. He was that sweet temptation which could become addictive on the lips.

  I could’ve moved by jumping off the horse and making a run for it, but I felt compelled to stay exactly where I was. Watching him intimidate with only words fueled a certain desire building in my lower extremities.

  His posse of men was quite impressed by this display of his manhood. There was no doubt they had been on the receiving end of the evil eye of persuasion. I was no stranger to the way that he made me feel. I had to step carefully with bated breath.

  “Laurie… I only use your name because I want you to know how personal I take the lessons that I am going to inflict on you. I can be kind, but only if you follow my directions to the letter. There will be days that you will hate me, but it will be a healthy kind of hate.” He lifted his frame with the grace of a Bengal tiger until he was straddling the beast between his legs.

  I was speechless and unable to voice the fire longing in my loins. It was a matter of perception and he was making himself look like someone I wanted to get to know intimately.

  He turned abruptly, narrowing his eyes and staring at my father with no words exchanged between them. My father had his mouth open about to say something in his own defense, but he decided against it. He turned and grumbled on his way back inside. The door closed on one chapter of my life and another one was just about to begin.

  I looked up while the horse was galloping away and got one last glimpse of the house that had been the bane of my existence. Without my mother, I was running amok and my father was used to a more disciplined household. He found out the hard way when he tried to raise the belt against me.

  Punching him in the face and knocking him on his ass was a pleasure. He never could look at me the same way again. It was much the same way he couldn’t look at Stephen. This was something we had in common and maybe it was enough to build on.

  Chapter Two

  The first few days I found myself acclimating to my surroundings. I enjoyed the other girls and I felt like I had found a kinship with them. Stephen was absent and only made his presence known at dinner. He kept looking at me and making me feel exposed like I wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing.

  Today was the day he was going to take a more personal approach. The girls would giggle, but they wouldn’t tell me what I was in for. They were sworn to secrecy and had no interest in getting on Stephen’s bad side.

  I reluctantly made my way over to his office which was his private home on the several acres of property. We would work for our supper and I was no wilting flower when it came to manual labor. To escape my father’s disapproval, I would spend hours chopping firewood and hunting for food with either a bow and arrow or fishing rod.

  The land was pretty much self-sustainable and everything we ate was grown out of the very earth underneath our feet. It was a commune of dedicated individuals working for a common goal.

  I was about to knock on his door when he opened it without a shirt on. “I have been very impressed by your progress, but I still sense the rebellion inside you.” He was standing at over 6 feet tall and had to be at least 200 pounds of solid muscle in all the right places.

  “What exactly do you think you can do about that? No man has been able to keep me down and it’s time that men like you see women like me as equals.” I was finding my voice. I wasn’t about to let him get the upper hand.

  I was suddenly hauled in and the door was closed with the audible click making me aware of my prisoner status. It was quite thrilling to have him breathing on the back of my neck.

  “You have quite the mouth on you and maybe there’s something else you can do with it other than argue with me. I’ve been watching you these last few days and a part of me has hungered for more than just brief glimpses of your flesh. The way that your dress rides up and shows off your ankles has me ready and waiting for you.” I wasn’t expecting him to be aggressive, but I secretly longed for him to touch me.

  “I don’t know what kind of girl you take me for, but…” I didn’t get the rest of my sentence out. His hand came around to my mouth to make sure that he quieted any reservations.

  “I take you for the kind of girl that likes pleasure. I take you for the kind of girl that needs a man to show you what you have been missing with little boys. It’s no wonder you have this chip on your shoulder with what happened to your mother. Grief is a strong emotion, but there is one other which can supersede even the darkest of souls.” His lips touched my neck and my legs tried to weather the onslaught in vain.

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p; “You’re not any kind of man if you think that you can take what you want.” I thought for sure this would put him in his place, but he never wavered from where he was standing mere inches away from me.

  “You mistake me for someone else. I don’t have to take anything when a woman will practically give me what I want. I see the hungry way you look at me at supper and it has nothing to do with the food. The heat between us is quite evident and the temperature when we’re in the same vicinity begins to climb.” He moved my hair out of the way and he gripped it hard enough to make me yelp in defiance.

  “I don’t know what it is about you, but these girls show you respect. I have to wonder where the lessons begin and end. I don’t want to be another number or notch on your bedpost.” He stuck out his tongue and circled the very same spot his lips had already marked my skin.

  “I’ve had other girls, but they have never been anything like you. I like it when they fight their natural urges. There’s no mistaking the same thing can be said for you.” His hands lingered along my arms. He grabbed them and pulled them up until I was suspended with a rope around my wrist.