Divertissement

by Madeleine Oh

  “Mint?” she asked.

  “A change is good for you.”

  “But I like the way you taste.”

  “Next time,” he promised. “Now,” he changed his tone entirely, “do what you’re told!”

  She did.

  Dearest Ellen. Her tongue stroked him, teasing with little touches as her lips moved down his cock, slowly, millimeter by millimeter it seemed. Deliberately dragging this out as she—and he, come to that!—savored every second. Her tongue fluttered up and down one side of his cock then the other. She eased up to tease the rim with her lips then, in a swift move, swallowed him to the root.

  She was incredible. He shut his eyes a minute and let sensation wash over him. Her lips, his position over her and his awareness of his own vulnerability and her enthusiasm were a heady mix. Need and desire and the sheer wonder of Ellen sent his mind into overdrive. He’d planned on withdrawing but, damn, he needed her and she loved this. She’d once confided in him that she saw it as the ultimate female power to hold his cock between her teeth. Why not let her enjoy the power?

  One hand cupping her head and the other steadying her shoulders, he pressed in deeper, taking charge, directing her mouth. She responded as always, moving with him, taking him a little deeper each time. John began to regret the blindfold, meeting her eyes as he fucked her mouth was utter joy, but he wasn’t stopping now.

  With a sweet and forceful rhythm, he fucked her mouth. It was her tongue teasing his frenulum that set him off, and he came, shutting his eyes as his climax took him. As it eased, he gently pulled out of her and rested her head back on the folded shirt.

  Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her glorious mouth.

  She was limp and relaxed. Had she come? He’d never been that unobservant before. “Ellen?” he asked.

  Chapter Five

  She heard John call her name as if from a distance. She was so deep into the utter bliss of John’s cock. “Mmm?”

  “Did you come?”

  Had she? “No. I just feel wonderful.”

  “That makes two of us.”

  “I wish I wasn’t blindfolded. I like to see your cock.”

  “You felt me, didn’t you?”

  “Oh yes!”

  “Like being tied, helpless?”

  “What do you think?” Would she really lie here if she didn’t?

  “I want you to tell me.”

  “Yes, John. To be tied down, helpless, and have you in my mouth is utter joy.”

  “Good, because now I have you naked and ready,” his voice hardened, “we have a little discussion with a flogger that is overdue. You disregarded my order to keep still, didn’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Prepare yourself. You must lie there and accept what I mete out to you. Do you?”

  Deep breath needed. She hoped it wasn’t the damn cane. But he’d said flogger, hadn’t he? “Yes.”

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Ellen Forsythe.”

  “Want to use it?”

  Was he kidding? “No.” She didn’t. She wanted, yearned for whatever he had planned. Ached for the wild release that awaited her.

  “Here we go then.”

  Nothing happened for a good two minutes, or was it even longer? She felt the sun on her skin, a soft breeze rewarmed the oil between her breasts—but not down in her pussy, thank goodness—as she listened to the gulls wheeling overhead. But that was that. So, he was playing the “make her wait and worry” game, was he?

  She let her breathing slow, relaxed her shoulders and her legs, made her arms go limp and waited still more.

  It came up her left side, a soft caress from her thigh to her armpit and back down, but not before he’d tried very hard to see how ticklish she was. Good thing she was so relaxed.

  It was one of the suede floggers. Had to be. Nothing else gave that gentle but insistent caress. Or the same nasty sting. But seemed, for now at least, John was into teasing caresses. Ellen was more than content to lie back and feel the stroke of warm suede on naked flesh. It was wonderful, maddening and arousing like the dickens.

  Her clit throbbed, a sweet, insistent rhythm that had her anticipating more. Her pussy ran, no doubt making her own particular wet spot. Had this table been used for other such rites, other pleasures? Not that she cared. Past users were welcome to their fun, all that mattered right now was John and what he was doing to her with that flogger.

  It came everywhere, up the side of her body, in slow figure eights around her breasts, across her shoulders and down her arms, along the sides of her legs and in sudden little flicks on her thighs. Keeping still was getting to be hard.

  Was he waiting for her to move to start flogging in earnest? He couldn’t get to her back or arse but her thighs and arms were perfectly available.

  As was her pussy.

  Seemed every third or fourth pass of the flogger reached across her pussy lips or between them. He was intent on keeping her on the edge. Right on the edge. Once or twice she called out their warning that she was close to coming and he’d back off, keeping the flogger on her legs or arms, but then he’d be back, pulling her need to a peak before leaving her there.

  Damn him! But it was all so wonderful.

  Ellen gave up thought, quit wondering where he’d touch next, just let her mind sink into the sensations and her body’s heightened sensitivity.

  John was bloody fantastic. She wanted to spend the rest of her life here, under the sky, as he played her body. Much as she longed for a resounding climax, this was equally stupendous. She was caught here, suspended in the edge of orgasm, lost in her body and its needs and the attentions of the man she loved.

  A gasp! He’d slapped the fogger against the outside of her thigh. It hadn’t exactly hurt, but the sudden change in tempo startled her. As the slow slaps continued up and down and on top of her thighs, she slipped back into the rhythm and sensations of her body.

  Smiled to herself as her mind and consciousness fed off the stimulation.

  She was lost in a wild swirl of sensation, pleasure and the wild joy of submission. She let out a slow, long sigh as sweet ripples of pleasure glided over her skin then she was gone—flying, shooting like a comet across the heavens, lights swirled in the darkness, flashes of green and blue and yellow crossed her line of vision. She smelled roses, violets, lavender, the warmth and sweetness of a summer garden enveloped her as she shot through the lights and kept going. Farther and deeper into the vision she went as her body flooded to overflowing with sensation.

  John saw the change in her almost at once. He’d been watching intently. Hoping against hope he could give her this. She was limp, a smile on her face, and when the tresses of the flogger touched her clit, there was no response.

  Dear heaven! She was flying.

  Gingerly he eased off the blindfold. She showed no response to the light. Sure proof she was in submissive nirvana. Moving slowly and carefully, he gave more slack to her restraints, unbuckled one ankle cuff then the other and gently released the clamps from her taut nipples.

  He wanted to kiss her, hold her close, promise her the world and his heart, but best let her fly whilst she could, she’d come back to him soon enough.

  He loosed her manacles and then grabbed a blanket from his supplies, climbed up beside her and covered them both.

  * * * * *

  Ellen realized the lights had faded. They didn’t exactly go out, just softened along her line of vision until the darkness faded and soft light filled the horizon. She was no longer moving, more like floating on warm water. The scents had faded and she opened her eyes.

  She was lying beside John, a blanket covered them and her restraints and blindfold were gone. She rolled on her side to look at him and he smiled.

  “You came back to me.”

  “I never really left.”

  “Stay with me, Ellen.”

  “Of course.” How could she ever leave him?

  “I meant it. Forever. Marry me.”
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  Talk about choosing the moment. The very thing she’d wondered and pondered, and now it came when her brain was on idle.

  “Please.” He was begging. “I need you so desperately. Marry me, live with me, whatever you want, but say ‘yes’.”

  “Just a minute.” She needed much longer to get her synapses firing properly but it did give her time to catch her breath. Ellen propped herself up on one elbow. John sat up but he didn’t say a word. “You’re proposing marriage?”

  “That as the general idea. How about it?”

  She’d be an insane fool to hesitate. “Yes please.”

  Her next words, he erased. Utterly, as he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and kissed her. It was a wild, joyous meeting of lips, tongues and mouths. To say nothing of hearts and minds.

  Ellen wanted to lose herself in his kiss and soar in the joy of his touch, and pretty much managed both.

  His erection brushing her thigh showed he was in the same boat.

  He shifted a little but she pulled him close. “Shouldn’t we celebrate with a fuck?”

  “You’re getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you? I thought you were my submissive.”

  “I am but I’m also your affianced wife and I need a good, hard, fast fuck.”

  “Give me a tick.”

  “You can have two if you like.”

  He gave her a friendly slap on her thigh before hopping off the table and reaching into his backpack.

  Moments later he was back beside her, condom in place and a glint in his eyes.

  She grabbed him and pulled him down on her. The blanket fell off the side. So what? All that mattered was John. She needed him in deep and fast.

  Seemed he sensed her need. He was between her thighs, lifting her legs over his shoulders, and in seconds he was in her.

  She let out a yowl of almost animal excitement as his cock came in deep and hard. Immediately he started pumping and her body responded, moving in sync with his rhythm. Her need rose in a wild spate, she was crying out, shouting, yelling as her body raced to the peak and she came, a great scream and a wild rush of pleasure and satisfaction.

  Took him a few moments longer, long enough to take her back with a string of tiny climaxes before he finished and they both lay in a tangle of limbs on the stone surface.

  “Thank you,” she said as she kissed his cheek and tasted the saltiness of his skin. “That was incredible.”

  She must have dozed off. She came back to as John jostled her shoulder. He was already dressed and had her clothes lying on the stone beside her “Better get yourself covered up, Ellen. I want to get back to the cottage before dark.”

  She was still wobbly, so he helped and ended by lacing up her boots for her.

  Hand in hand they walked back down to the jetty.

  “Let’s spend our honeymoon here,” Ellen said.

  “That’s what I bought it for. That and a thousand other times.”

  “Only a thousand?”

  “Out to wear me out, woman?”

  Ellen chuckled. “Don’t think that’s likely! You know, that’s the first time I’ve been fucked on a stone table.”

  “Won’t be the last,” he promised.

  Dear heaven, she hoped not.

  About the Author

  Madeleine Oh is an expatriate Brit, retired LD teacher and grandmother now living in Ohio with her husband of thirty-five years. She has published erotic short fiction, novels and novellas in the U.S., UK and Australia.

  Madeleine welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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