by Selena Kitt
She heard him laugh. “This excites you, does it not, whore?” he asked. Raven knew that she should not answer.
“You’re wet,” he continued. “Were you hoping that I would fuck you?”
Again she said nothing.
He took hold of her hair and pulled back on it. “Answer me,” he said savagely. “Would you have me fuck you, Templin?”
“I want nothing,” she said. “I’m yours to do with what you will.”
He caressed her breast tenderly for a moment. Then he shoved the dagger’s handle into her cunt fiercely. He pulled it out slightly, only to shove it in with more force, over and over again. Raven moaned.
LeBon lowered his head to her breasts. This time, instead of gentle sucking, he gave her his teeth, biting the soft flesh in between her breasts. LeBon did not know that Raven often asked her lovers to bite her. Rather than causing her pain and terror, it aroused her. This, and the friction of the dagger driven in and out of her cunt, brought her to a climax. Her body shook, and she screamed in pleasure.
LeBon shoved her roughly onto the bed. Half of her body hung over the edge of the bed, and she struggled to right herself without the use of her hands. LeBon lifted her and threw her into the middle of the bed on her belly.
“Did you enjoy that, Templin?” he asked. “You’ll not be pleased by this.”
She felt the blade of her own dagger break her skin, felt a small trickle of blood and sweat running down her back. He was tracing the outline of her raven tattoo with the blade. He didn’t cut deeply; it hurt no worse than the original application of the tattoo. He must have imagined that this hurt her. He wasn’t aware that he was making her cunt wet again. She longed for him to give her the handle of the dagger again, if not his finger, or better still, his cock.
When he’d traced the entire surface of the tattoo with her blade, LeBon laughed. “I could have cut deeper, Templin,” he said. “I could have given you back every ounce of pain that you gave me the night you branded and flogged me. But you’re just a woman. You couldn’t have endured that kind of suffering.”
She bit her lip to keep from cursing him. She needed him as much as he needed to humiliate her.
“Besides, I’m not done with you.”
He rolled her onto her back, pressing her bleeding flesh into the filthy sheets. She exhaled deeply. The sting was even worse when he pressed his body in on top of hers.
“I have to be inside you, Templin,” he whispered.
He reached under her head to untie her blindfold. He tossed it aside.
She closed her eyes, only to feel the sharp sting of the back of his hand as he slapped her. “Look at me,” he said. “Look at my eyes.”
She looked into his eyes, bright blue, and burning with the hatred she’d seen the night she’d flogged him. No, the heat in his eyes was far less intense now. It had softened over time into something else, something that she felt as well. She wouldn’t have called it respect, exactly. More like mutual understanding. It was the only reason she hadn’t killed him by now.
It was hard to concentrate on the pleasure that LeBon’s body was giving hers while Raven was forced to stare into those intense blue eyes. As he had been with the dagger, LeBon seemed intent on causing Raven pain. His rough, wild thrusting into her made her happy despite his intent, and she soon found herself on the verge of another climax.
LeBon, feeling her wildly pounding heart, sensed that Raven was on the edge. He pulled out of her, leaving her gasping and unfulfilled. Using his hand, he reached his own climax, spilling his seed on Raven’s belly.
“I don’t believe you, Templin,” he said. “If I’d done to my Emily any of the things I’ve done to you tonight, she would have been in tears, begging for mercy. The more brutally I treat you, the more pleasure you take. .”
“Have I satisfied you, my captain?” she asked, only half mocking.
He had to admit that she had. “For the moment,” he added. “I’ll see you hanged one of these days, Templin.”
“And will you untie me now?”
He did. She immediately collected her boots and put them back on. “Where is my dagger?”
She found it on the floor, its handle still soaked in the juices of her cunt. With it back inside its hiding place in her boot, Raven felt secure once again. She lay back across the filthy, blood-stained bed. LeBon watched her bring herself to orgasm, then drift off to sleep. She looked as satisfied as a pup at its mother’s teat.
LeBon shook his head. She was a mystery to him, vulnerable and yet somehow still unreachable, fearsome and tender. He wanted to have her again, but knew that it was time for him to leave.
“Who are you?” he whispered, although there was no answer that would have satisfied him.
When Raven woke up, alone, the candles had burned out. In total darkness, she studied the problem of how to get out of the public house with her dress and undergarments torn to shreds on the floor. She decided to fashion a new dress out of the filthy sheets. With this done, she went out into the night to find Badhu and her women.
About Erin O’Riordan
Erin O'Riordan lives in the midwestern United States with her husband. Her erotic stories, essays, and film reviews have been published in numerous magazines and websites. Though she has written about everything from professional basketball to great literary sex scenes, the intersection of spirituality and sexuality remains one of her favorite themes. Readers can view more of her work at aeess.com. Midsummer Night is the second in the twelve-part Pagan Spirits series.
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