by Zoe Blake
Complete psychological and physical immersion.
She would need to be my captive in both mind and body.
Taking a step forward, I entered the room without knocking. I was lord and master in this world, no door was barred from my entrance.
Elizabeth turned in shock, holding the folds of a white linen nightgown closed with a tightly clasped fist between her breasts.
“Leave us,” I commanded her lady’s maid without even sparing a glance in her direction. My entire focus was on Elizabeth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the woman drop a quick curtsy and without sparing a glance in my ward’s direction, she quickly did my bidding.
Standing in the center of the room, she never looked more vulnerable or beautiful. Her hair tumbled past her shoulders in a wild mass of curls. Her cheeks were stained a bright pink, either from embarrassment or crying I did not know. Observing her silently, knowing the longer I remained so, the more on edge and unbalanced she would become, I watched as she nervously slipped her full bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. So my little treasure bit her lip when she was anxious as well. Good to know.
Casting her eyes on the floor at my feet, Elizabeth’s voice was faint as she said, “I’m very tired and would like to go to bed.”
The corner of my mouth lifted in a knowing smile. “That is why I am here, dear one.”
Shaking her head, she took a few steps back. Unknowingly, she crept closer to the fire. The soft glow from the flames perfectly illuminated her form in silhouette through the thin nightgown. I could see the gentle curve of her hips and the tucked-in nip of her small waist. She had beautiful long and lean legs, the kind that would wrap tight around a man’s body as he thrust into her.
“Please. I’m sore. I can’t anymore,” she begged prettily.
My cock swelled at the sound. There was just something so empowering about having a woman completely at your mercy.
“I will not share your bed… tonight.”
Her show of relief was followed swiftly by a flash of defiance. I knew she had caught my implication. “That is why these will be necessary.”
Raising my arm, I held out the leather restraints I had made specifically for her.
“I’m not going to let you tie me up with those!”
“I’m afraid it won’t be up to you, my dear.”
“I promise. I won’t try to run away. I don’t even know where we are!”
Dropping the restraints, I took a few steps toward her. She tried to back up even further but the heat of the flames prevented her continued retreat. Reaching out, I caressed her soft cheek before gliding my hand into her soft curls. Placing my other hand against her lower back, I pulled her forward, pressing her body against my own. Leaning down, my lips skimmed her jaw. Taking the small lobe of her left ear between my teeth, I gave her a teasing bite before murmuring, “I want you to be a good girl and take this nightgown off and go lie down on the bed for me.”
Her breath came in quick rasps. I could feel the rapid pace of her heart where it pressed against my chest. As my face stayed close to her own, kissing my way along the smooth column of her neck back to the corner of her mouth, I could feel the barest touch of liquid against my lips.
Her tears.
Flicking my tongue out, I licked the salty drops from my upper lip before tracing the tip of my tongue up her cheek, tasting the tears on her skin.
With my mouth pressed against her cheek, I could feel the movement of her jaw as she swallowed nervously. Then again, when she opened her mouth to wet her lips before speaking. “No. I won’t do it.”
My grip on her hair tightened. Using my fist, I twisted the hair in my grasp till she cried out in pain. Forcing her head back, I placed my free hand against her throat, squeezing gently. Her emerald green eyes widened in justifiable alarm. “Wrong answer,” I growled before forcing her to her knees before me.
Keeping my grip on her hair, I looked down at my captive ward. Her open mouth was only a few inches away from my cock. I could almost imagine the feel of her warm breath against the sensitive tip.
“I see you still do not know your place. Let me make it very simple for you. Your place is to obey me. No questions asked. My word is law. Do you understand?”
“No. I don’t understand any of this!”
“You are only confused. Your grief and time at the asylum have scattered your delicate mind. In time, all this will become second nature to you like it was before.”
“I don’t belong here.”
“You belong to me now. Your place is with me.”
Reaching up, she grasped the ends of my frock coat, her forearms brushing my engorged cock. “Please. Just let me go.”
My response was to twist my hand more painfully into her hair, forcing her head back. “Are you going to be a good girl and obey or do I need to get the strap?”
I was almost disappointed when I felt her shoulders drop in resignation as she capitulated to my demand. “I’ll obey.”
Releasing her hair, I placed my hands on my hips. “Take off your nightgown.”
Since I had interrupted her dressing, it was already mostly unbuttoned down the front. With a twist of her shoulders, it fell in a pool of fabric over her hips and knees. For such a thin, tall woman, she had beautifully large breasts. I thought with pleasure to the not so distant future when I would have an opportunity to slap and pinch them till they both glowed a rosy hue.
“Go to the bed.”
As she started to rise up on her knees, I growled, “Crawl.”
She lowered her head. Her cascade of hair hid her features and humiliation. I watched as she hesitantly pitched her body forward onto her hands and slid one knee underneath her, then the other, slowly crawling across the thick carpet to the four-poster bed across the room.
Staying by the fireplace, I enjoyed the soft champagne glow of her creamy pale skin and the bottom curve of her ass as I watched her crawl at my command. When she reached the bed, I told her to stretch out on her back.
As she laid there nervously waiting, I took my time taking off my coat and loosening my cravat before rolling up my cuffs. Retrieving the restraints from the floor, I approached the bed. “Open your legs wider.”
Her legs trembled as she shifted them open wider, fully exposing her cunt. Instinctively her hands moved downward to shield herself. “Don’t. Place your arms over your head.”
A sob escaped as her shaking arms came to rest on the pillows above her head.
Wrapping my hand around one delicate ankle, I lifted her foot up and slipped the heavy leather restraint in place. Tightening the buckle around her ankle, I then secured it to the lower bedpost.
Walking to the other side of the bed, I repeated the gesture. “You must understand that this is for your own good. You are prone to night terrors and flights of fantasy. I cannot have you wandering from bed at night lost in one of your own hallucinations.”
By now I had her right wrist secured and moved to lock her left wrist in place above her head. She was now helplessly tied spread-eagle to the bed. Reaching down, I pinched one pert nipple before tracing the tips of my fingers over the quivering flat surface of her stomach to the apex of her thighs. Slipping two fingers between her already wet folds, I leaned over her supine body.
“After all, as your guardian, it’s my duty to protect you… and see to your needs.”
With that, I plunged two fingers deep into her tight cunt. Her body bowed upward as she struggled against the binds. Pulling my fingers free, I raised my hand to her face. Elizabeth tried to turn away. Grabbing her jaw, I forced her to face me. “Open your mouth.”
Defiantly, she slipped her lips between her teeth, keeping her mouth tightly closed. Releasing her jaw, I used my left hand to give her pussy a hard slap.
Her mouth opened on a cry. My fingers slipped in. Rubbing against her swirling tongue, I knew she could taste the evidence of her own undeniable arousal.
Before I could gloat, she bit down hard.
“You are going to regret that, my love.”
“No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried out as her body twisted and writhed beneath the pressure of my own.
I climbed on top of her, straddling her chest.
“Too late. The doctors advised your impudence would require a firm hand.” Forcing her jaw open, I stretched her lips open painfully wide as I rose up on my knees and released my cock. She was powerless to stop me.
Chapter 10
Lizzie
I screamed and pulled on the leather restraints. His thighs pressed against my ribcage, making it hard to breathe. He reached behind him and slid two fingers once more into me.
I groaned.
This was sick and wrong. His domination and abuse should not be turning me on. The man had made me crawl across a floor! And yet with every step I could feel his eyes on me. Knowing he was watching the sway of my hips and leering at my naked ass caused a tremor to course down my limbs. There was a strange sort of empowerment knowing my submissive response was enthralling him.
An odd current of power being exchanged back and forth between us.
A game of wills.
I kept tensing, waiting for him to suddenly spank my exposed ass. I was almost disappointed when he didn’t. Although I remember too well the frisson of desire when he threatened to get the strap. I imagined a heavy leather belt and how it would feel snapping across my soft skin. How it would look curled around one of his strong fists.
When he first placed his fingers inside of me, I was overcome with both desire and humiliation. I didn’t want him to know how wet I had become from the feel of his hands as they slowly and methodically restrained me. I had never been tied down before. To be honest, I never really saw the attraction. What was the point in having sex if you weren’t allowed to move? Weren’t allowed to scratch the man’s back, or wrap your legs around his hips, or grab onto his hair as you kissed?
I now knew differently.
Again, it was the strange transfer of power. The sensation that I was at once both powerless and powerful. I knew he had the strength and dominance over me but at the same time, I knew he wanted me.
Then when he forced me to taste my own arousal, so that I wouldn’t even be able to deny the truth, I felt a surge of anger. I wanted to tip the balance of power firmly in my favor.
So I bit him.
The moment my teeth clenched down on his fingers I knew I had made a dreadful mistake. While so far, I had found his punishments confusing and arousing with a disturbing mixture of pleasure and pain, I was certain I would not find what came next so.
My body trembled in fear as he pulled his large cock free.
He was going to fuck my mouth.
My mouth.
Not a blowjob. Not just oral sex.
He was going to fuck it.
Oh, god.
I tried to plead with him with my eyes. His own stared coldly back.
Just as I thought the fear and anxiety of what was about to be done to me was going to overwhelm me like a dark wave of water, something warm and soothing unfurled in my stomach. I closed my eyes as my head spun with uncontrollable arousal.
My thoughts were starting to scatter like wisps of smoke in the air. They became thin and indistinct. I watched in awe as he removed his shirt.
Richard really did have a magnificent body. Despite being much older than me, he was still extremely fit with a flat stomach and hard abs.
Just then Richard chuckled. “I’m glad you like it, my love.”
Oh, god! Had I said that out loud?
“Yes, you did.”
Fuck! Did I say that too?
I was losing control of my body and mind. I felt as if I were floating under warm water with rays of sunshine streaming through the ripples like a glowing mist.
“I’ve warned you about your language,” he growled.
Richard rose up on his knees and leaned over my body. Blocking out the soft light from the candles around the bed, he grasped the headboard. I could feel the warm skin of his cock skim along my lower lip.
Then the bulbous head of his cock pushed past my lips, pressing my tongue down.
Somewhere deep inside my head, I knew I should be afraid but I wasn’t; all I felt was anticipation. It was as if I were in a roller coaster cart at the very top of a steep drop with it just teetering back and forth, back and forth…I knew once it went crashing down that hill, I would feel exhilarated, frightened, and sick all at once.
Richard was talking but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. My head bobbed as I forced myself to concentrate.
“…going to hurt.”
That was my only warning.
Richard thrust in deep. Choking me.
I couldn’t breathe. Guttural gurgling sounds were all I could manage as his flesh pierced my throat. Pulling on my binds, I bucked my hips but that only forced him in deeper as he leaned into it.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded.
I obeyed. Pushing my heavy lids open, I looked up past his muscled physique to his intense dark eyes. They stared back at me as if they could see straight into my dark and twisted soul. There was no hiding from him that secretly I was craving this from a man.
A rough touch.
The confidence to just take what he wanted without asking.
The primal wrongness of it all.
I wanted it all. Needed it.
His thrusts came harder and faster. My tongue felt swollen and bruised. My throat and jaw ached. I could feel thick streams of spittle and pre-cum slip over my lips and chin as I struggled to breathe through my nose.
Still all of this was through a haze of intense arousal that kept me from thinking too deeply about what was happening. It filtered all out but my most raw reactions to his touch—to his manhandling. Allowed me the freedom to feel without guilt… the regret and recriminations would come later.
As if echoed down a long hallway, I heard him groan. Richard then lurched back, pulling his cock free. I felt a strange sense of emptiness.
“Push out your tongue.”
Stretching my tongue, I pushed it out as far as I could. I watched in suspended fascination as Richard fisted his cock and moved his hand up and down so fast it was a blur to my hazy gaze. Then there was the salty taste of his cum as it coated my tongue and splashed against the back of my throat.
“Eyes on me.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him as he towered over me, like a conquering Viking. Placing his forearm on the side of my head, he leaned down and swept his thumb over my lower lip, coating it with his fast-cooling cum before sliding it into my mouth. All I could do was lie there as it slid down the back of my throat.
I licked my sore and cracked lips.
My voice was hoarse and low. “Are you going to untie me now?”
“No. Now it’s your turn.”
He shifted his body down to wedge his large shoulders between my spread open thighs. Before I could even utter a protest, I felt the slightly rough swipe of his tongue.
Oh, god.
In the past, I’ve never really enjoyed oral sex. I guess I was always too much in my head to enjoy it. Worrying about what I tasted like, if my pussy hair was short enough, if I looked pretty down there. Then I would worry I was taking too long and the guy was probably only doing it out of obligation and I would start to feel anxious and guilty and eventually just pretend to come to get the whole stressful event over with it.
That wasn’t the case with Richard.
Between his masterful touch, the expert swipes of his tongue, all inhibitions were gone. My only thought was of my own selfish pleasure and it was emancipating. I have never come so hard or so completely in my entire life.
Afterwards the only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire and the slow and steady tick of the clock over the mantel. Unlike other men who sprang up the moment you were done as if the school bell had just been rung, Richard stayed nestled between my thighs. I could feel the warm brush of his breath against my inner thigh. In many ways, that was more intimate than what he had just done.
Eventually he rose.
From the bed, I watched as he got dressed, once more every inch the gentleman. Richard approached the bed. Running the back of his knuckles over the exposed slope of my breast, he leaned over to give me a chaste kiss on the forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”
Tears formed in my eyes as he covered me with a large down blanket that he retrieved from a chest at the end of the bed. The last thing he did was blow out the candles before leaving me without another word.
Eventually I was lulled to sleep by the low, crackling hum of the fire and an exhaustion that only came from your body being pushed beyond its own limits.
Chapter 11
Richard
Walking into the library, I headed straight for the crystal decanter displayed to the right of my desk. Pouring myself a generous cognac, I took a seat before the already stoked fire. Cupping the thin crystal globe in my palm, I lifted the glass high and watched the play of red and amber as the flames from the fire cast their glow on the swirling liquid.
When it was warmed by the heat of my hand, I took one long sip, relishing in the smooth bite as it slid down my throat.
Relaxing against the high-backed chair, I allowed myself a small smile.
Everything was going to plan.
Elizabeth was everything I could have hoped for and more. She was an intoxicating mix of spirit and submission. She had just enough spit and fire in her to keep me interested but equally so, submitted under my dominant hand when the time came.
Despite the burn of the brandy, I could still taste her on my lips, smell her on my skin. The idea she was at this very moment naked and restrained, under my complete control under my roof, had my cock once more thickening. I don’t think I would ever get enough of the feel of her tight cunt as she squeezed my cock even as she protested my rough touch. Or the vibration of her screams along my shaft as I plunged it deep down her forced open throat.
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