Harnessed Passions

by Dee Jones

  “I don’t want you to have a place in town,” she said suddenly. Memories of her father’s extra-curricular activities came flooding back to her and she lowered her eyes from her husband’s intent stare. Daniel paused by the door and lifted her chin with his forefinger, looking deeply into her eyes.

  “That’s not going to happen,” he told her, making her aware of what she was thinking. “I love you and the only place I will ever sleep is in your bed. If I chose to stay over here, you’ll be with me, understand?” Julia smiled shyly and accepted the brief kiss he offered her before following him through the door and up the flight of stairs to the third floor.

  Daniel unlocked the door and pushed it open, allowing Julia to precede him through the wooden barrier. He pushed a small button beside the door as he closed it, illuminating the room in light. Her eyes widened when she glanced around her surroundings, surprised by the elegant decor. This was nothing what she expected her husband’s taste would fall; it was very Victorian in style, lavishly decorated in deep burgundies and wine colors with heavy curtains that fell over the large front window that looked out onto Mayfield.

  His flat, as he called it, was roughly the entire third floor of the building, save one small area on the opposite side of the stairs that was used for storage. It had all the modern conveniences of the time; kitchen large enough for Mrs. Lester to find comfortable with stove, ice box, workspace, cupboards and a sink with indoor water pump. The area was completely open with several small areas set up to represent individual spaces. There was a living area complete with sofa, two wingback chairs, a fireplace and a large bookcase that went from ceiling to floor, full of books. A dining area was across from the kitchen with a table large and six chairs, a china hutch filled with dishes, a buffet and a built-in display case holding framed pictures, trophies from what appeared to be polo and an assortment of knick-knacks.

  There were two closed doors on the opposite side of the room and Daniel led her to them, first opening the one that held a small claw foot tub, wash basin and indoor plumbing. She was amazed; her aunt and uncle had indoor plumbing back in Boston, but her father refused to update the mansion; he claimed that electricity and plumbing were just fads that would soon pass and he didn’t want to waist his money on a fading notion.

  The second door hid Daniel’s bedroom complete with a double size bed, dresser, waist high bookcase filled with books and two bedside tables. The room was dark with only one small window next to the bed behind a heavy drape, but spacious and comfortable. A nearby wardrobe held several suits, white shirts, jeans and more than a dozen pair of dress shoes, boots and slippers.

  “Like it?” he asked watching her expression grow as she glanced to the dark burgundy satin bedspread that covered the mattress.

  “Impressive,” she said, smiling up at him. “I would never have taken you as the type of person to go in for all of the elegant stuff.”

  “I like to be comfortable. I can’t see facing the future and not have an open mind to the modern conveniences.”

  “You are an amazing man,” she added, watching as he stepped to the dresser and flipped on a single light that waited to be used.

  “You have no idea,” he told her with a wicked smile, walking over to her and wrapping her in his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him as he nuzzled her neck.

  “It’s getting late,” he whispered next to her ear a few heated moments later. “Why don’t we stay here the night and head back first thing in the morning?”

  “Is that what you told the Ben?” she asked with a knowing smile. Daniel chuckled as he gently tugged her earlobe between his teeth.

  “Smart girl,” he whispered. “We haven’t had a proper honeymoon and I thought a night away from prying eyes and ears might do us some good. Once the sales are over, I plan on taking you on a proper honeymoon; someplace romantic and warm, perhaps.”

  “What did mother say about it?” Again he chuckled.

  “Am I that visible?” he asked, turning her around to stand between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Not really; but you are detail oriented and I cannot imagine you would allow my mother to wait up for us when you didn’t plan on going home.”

  “I wouldn’t be that thoughtless. I sent a messenger to her earlier and she agreed that some time alone would be a wonderful idea.”

  “So, Mr. Browning,” she began, trying to push the thoughts of her mother from her mind. “What wicked, and I’m sure illegal, ideas do you have in mind?”

  “Well, for beginners, what exactly were you and Margie discussing when we arrived this evening?” Julia blushed remembering his threat to spank her if she said anything to his partner’s wife.

  “She was helping me understand you,” she said briefly, receiving a narrowed glare from her husband.

  “Liar,” he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. “Tell me the truth – all of it, or I’ll put you over my knee, regardless of my promise for pleasure.” She drew a deep breath, thinking about what Margie had said; spanking was not painful but very pleasurable.

  “She was helping me understand sex and your strange cravings.”

  “How would she know anything about my strange cravings?”

  “She said Harold has ideas as well.” Daniel nodded softly with a half-smile curving her lips.

  “I can see that; especially since he’s the one who introduced me to the appetite I now possess.”

  “How did he introduce you?” Daniel smiled up at her as he began unbuttoning the back of her breeches.

  “We were just boys when we met, still in primary school; by the time we had reached university, he had already had several lovers. Harold used to like the women from the local pubs; they were easy and cheap, with no commitment issues to contend with. Because they were accustomed to a variety of men, sailors mainly, they knew a world of perversion most women have never heard of.” Daniel removed her pants and was working on the buttons lining the back of her bodice as he continued his story.

  “Believe it or not, I was still a virgin when I entered our first year at Oxford. Harold and I were the best of friends, so it was only natural he would want me to visit his favorite spots with him. A few weeks later, I knew more about sex than I ever imagined and more than a few local wenches who could teach me about bondage and pain. I found a particular liking for spanking women and making them come across my lap.” Julia stared at him with a curious frown. She wasn’t exactly sure how to digest all he said, though the look in his eyes was deep and sincere.

  “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, sensing her apprehension.

  “No. I’m afraid of what you could do to me.”

  “I won’t do anything that would cause pain or misery, I promise. What I want to show you is for pleasure and delight only.” Daniel removed her blouse and smiled as she stood before him in only her knickers and thin camisole which hid very little from his eager sight.

  “You are a delight to envision,” he whispered as he slipped his hands inside the waistband of her bottoms and slowly eased them down her hips.

  Julia stood before him in her stockings and camisole, a scarlet red tinting her cheeks as he drank in every detail of her slender frame. She liked how he stared at her; the way his eyes seemed to burn a path across her delicate body. Her nipples hardened when he stared at them and she bit her lip as he slowly lifted the silky fabric up her torso and over her head.

  “I want to make love to you until you can’t breathe,” he whispered, his strong hands gently caressing her bare bottom as he pulled her slowly toward him. Daniel latched his mouth across her breast, suckling her tender nipple deep into his mouth as his tongue teased and played with it until she moaned.

  He smiled up into her eyes, his mouth moving to the other breast where he again sucked her tender flesh hard enough to extract a reaction of desire from her. His mouth moved to the center of her large breasts, licking and tasting the sweet flesh that covered her s
ternum as he cupped her curls in one hand, squeezing her firm buttocks in the other.

  Julia couldn’t think; she could barely breathe as his mouth moved down her torso to the spot in which his fingers played. She moaned deeply as he parted her labia, exposing her throbbing clitoris to his inspection.

  “You’re very wet,” he assured her as his fingers moved to the opening of her vagina. “I could easily allow you to stand here the rest of the night until I had my fill, but I desperately want you across my knee.”

  “I don’t like pain,” she whispered; her tone shaking with need and emotion.

  “It will not hurt the way you think. I will spank you, hard, but you will feel the pleasure that goes along with the pain. By the time I’ve finished, you’ll understand the deep need that comes from playing.” Without another word spoken from either of them, Daniel positioned himself a little more comfortably on the end of his mattress and eased her to his side. Julia’s fears were beginning to mount, but she saw the look of passion and urgency in the blue depths and drew a deep breath as he patted his jean clad lap.

  “Lay across me,” he urged, his hand still on her buttocks, caressing and kneading it until she moved closer. She screwed her eyes shut as she lay awkwardly across his legs, biting her lower lip.

  “There are so many things I wish to show you,” he moaned as he gently massaged her bottom. He moved her long hair aside so he could see her face, then lay one hand across her shoulders to hold her in place.

  “Nothing Margie told you could possibly prepare you for the orgasm you will give me.” With a quick, sudden movement of his hand, he slapped her bare bottom with a stinging sensation that caused her to tighten her cheeks as she yelped.

  It was worse than she thought it would be. She remembered her father spanking her just one time; it hurt but nothing like a bare hand on her exposed bottom. The stinging shot down her legs and when she tried to rise, he held her down with the firm hand across her shoulders.

  Instantly he began to massage her bottom, taking the pain away in a few brief moments. It was such a different array of sensations; she couldn’t possibly keep up with them. Daniel’s hand slapped down again, followed by gentle massage as his fingers moved between her legs and began playing with her wet vagina.

  Again she felt the stinging of his hand and moaned when he slipped his middle finger into her vagina. The torture continued for several long moments; slap, massage, slap, caress, slap, insertion of his fingers. She felt mindless; she was unable to keep up with the actions until at last she no longer cared. She wanted to feel this; the erotic mixture of pain and pleasure just as he had promised. When he stopped she moaned; she didn’t want him to stop, she wanted more, she needed more.

  “Say please,” he demanded in a hushed tone. “I know you want it; so tell me please.”

  “Please,” she gasped, shocking herself with her bravery.

  Daniel slapped her again, harder than before as his hand moved from her back to her bottom. His longer middle finger inserted into her tight vagina as his hand slapped against her delicate flesh. Another slap and two fingers went in, a third and his thumb found her clitoris. One more and he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her as his thumb caressed and played with her swollen bud.

  The torture continued as Daniel treated her backside to a multitude of strikes. Her skin was a brilliant pink, radiating through the dim light from the dresser. He knew she was nearly there; he could feel her vaginal muscles tighten around his fingers as her body grew moister with each moment. It took all of three more strikes until she tensed against his lap and moaned deeply.

  Her bottom lifted slightly as she called out to him, begging him for more. He loved this woman; her bravery, her curiosity, even her desire to explore her own body. He knew she would be the perfect lover for him; one he could mold and train in the ways of sexual foreplay that would stimulate them both.

  As Julia’s climax slowly began to wane down, Daniel found the need to explore her more thoroughly began to burn inside him, but before he could form his next thought, she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

  “Teach me more,” she begged, watching the dark, excited smile cross his lips.

  “What a marvelous surprise you’ve turned out to be,” he whispered. “Up, stand in front of me so I can look at you,” he ordered, helping her to her feet. She stood in front of him on shaky legs, completely naked save the stockings she still wore.

  “I have a device that could prove interesting to both of us,” he told her, unsure if she would agree to such deviance. “It’s a medical instrument that was invented to help women express their hidden need.”

  “What sort of device?” she frowned watching as he stood up and pulled his shirt off, exposing his massive chest for her hungry eyes. He turned her around and sat her on the bed where he had been sitting then walked to his dresser and pulled out a wooden box from the top drawer.

  Daniel returned to her side and sat the box next to her as he pulled his boots off and tossed the aside to settle on the floor next to the pile of her clothes. He unfastened the buttons on his breeches and watched her closely as he pulled them off, allowing his desire to spring freely from their tight confines. Julia gasped; he was larger than she remembered and fear suddenly began to grip her stomach.

  “You’ve already had me,” he assured her, tipping her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “It’s no different than it was this morning, or last night.” She smiled; he was right, they had made love several times over the past twenty-four hours, it was just the sight of him that had her heart pounding.

  “Lie up on the bed and raise your arms above your head,” he ordered as he flipped the lock on the box open. Julia quickly obeyed, fighting back the nervous laughter that threatened her composure. A few moments passed as Daniel moved about the room, opening the dresser drawer again and moving back to her side.

  “I’m going to restrain you so you can’t resist what I’m about to do,” he told her through a gentle whisper. “There will be no pain, but if there is, you must tell me immediately and I’ll stop. Agreed?” Julia nodded her head; she couldn’t form a single word in response, much less a whole sentence.

  Daniel slipped two long satin strips of cloth around her wrists and secured them to the headboard. She felt a strange apprehension come over her as he moved to the foot of the bed. She couldn’t move her arms, but somehow she wasn’t afraid. He stepped to the foot of the bed and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her gently down so her arms tightened above her as he spread her legs wide and restrained them to the footboard.

  “Very nice,” he told her through a husky whisper. “I could look at you like this the rest of my life and never grow tired.”

  “Is that all you’re going to do; look at me?” she teased, amazed that she had the fortitude to joke while she was tied up like a dangerous criminal.

  “As much as I enjoy staring at you, I have many other things in mind for the night. I plan on using this new position of yours to the extreme of deviance.” Julia blushed again as he began to caress her calves and inner thighs with his large, slightly rough hands. The combination was erotic and stimulating; gentle and rough, soft and scratchy. It was enough to make her moan once more.

  “I want you to understand what will happen to you,” Daniel whispered a few moments later. “This device is used for women’s hysterics, but I plan on teaching you to enjoy the benefits of such an invention. It will make you come, harder than even I can do. Once you’re very satisfied, or I can no longer stand watching your paroxysms, then I will let you free and join you.”

  “How does it work?” she asked, hearing a low humming sound echoing from the foot of the bed.

  “It stimulates the clitoris into promoting orgasm.” Daniel slowly began to massage her curls as he opened her labia, his thumb caressing her clitoris briefly. A split second later and Julia yelped again as a strange vibrating sensation touched against her tight body.

  “Relax into it,” he o
rdered her, watching as she tried to struggle against the sensation. “It will be brief and you’ll enjoy it; just don’t resist.” Julia closed her eyes tightly and bit her bottom lip, willing herself to remain still. It took barely a moment before she was feeling a different array of sensations; tingling and warmth, heat and desire. She knew the dizzy, mind splitting feeling that was building between her legs; her husband had brought her to this point many times last night and again this morning, but it was never this quick or this intense.

  “That’s it,” he purred at her as he knelt on the end of the bed. “Relax into it; let it take over your senses.”

  Julia drew a deep breath as her buttocks tightened, her vaginal muscles quivering against the strange vibration. Within the span of a heartbeat, she was clinging to the headboard, crying out his name. The orgasm was deeper than any she had yet experienced and it seemed to take over her entire core. She felt heated, anxious and relaxed all at once as he continued to caress her labia and clitoris with the device.

  “Lie back and relax,” he told her as the machine ceased its humming. Daniel pressed his palm against her curls and gently pressed upward, smiling as she moaned in pleasure.

  “Did you like that?” he asked her in a mocking tone.

  “Very much,” she panted in reply.

  “Want to feel it again?” he teased her as his fingers began to caress her labia gently.

  “Yes,” she assured him.

  “Beg me.”

  “Please?”

  “That’s much better,” he teased her with a warm smile as she looked down to see him sitting between her legs. Julia returned his smile when the humming began again.

  Daniel took her past the edge of release three times before he had suffered enough and released her ankles. He was eager to be buried inside her and could not wait much longer. When he moved to the head of the bed to release her arms, she reached out and wrapped her free hand around his hard penis. He moaned instantly as he finished releasing her wrist and knelt on the bed beside her.