by Golden Angel
Christina on her back, her knees in the air with her feet on her mattress, one hand rubbing up and down between her thighs. The silky material of her night dress clung to her curves, her pink nipples pressing upwards against it. Her auburn hair flowed across the white pillows beneath her head, making her look like a naughty, virginal wanton.
If he’d been aroused by her this evening, properly attired in her ballgown, that was nothing to how he’d felt glimpsing her in such a shocking tableau. His cock swelled so quickly he felt light-headed, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to the organ and turned it to steel.
Moving quickly and quietly, he’d opened the balcony door, thankful she’d been distracted enough to leave it unlocked, and nearly unmanned himself as he moved closer and closer to the bed. With her eyes closed, her breathy moans filling the air, it was obvious she was unaware of his presence in her room, making him an unwelcome voyeur… yet wild horses couldn’t have torn him away.
When she moaned his name, he couldn’t take it anymore.
She was on the cusp of climax, but the rule established between them was that her orgasms, her pleasure, belonged to him.
He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, gently but firmly, and pulled the brush away from the juncture of her thighs. Christina’s eyes flew open, wide and terrified, and her lips parted as if to scream… but she just sucked in a breath and froze as her eyes met his.
Instead of a scream, her breath came out on a strangled shriek as she pressed her knees together and tried to roll away from him. Both amused and feeling a bit guilty at having frightened her, Benedict kept his hold on her wrist. The brush waved in the air between them, her fingers still tightly clenched around it, as she settled back against the bed, realizing she couldn’t pull free from his hold.
“Be- what are you doing here?” she whispered furiously, amusing him all over again now that her fright had faded. Her cheeks were pink with fury, her eyes glittering with both anger and arousal, and her breasts heaved, nipples rubbing against the silky material of her night rail.
“I’m here to finish our conversation,” he said easily, his voice silky with menace, as he sat down on the bed next to her, pressing her wrist down onto the bed beside her head, still holding her brush.
Her eyes widened and her breath caught as she realized the vulnerable position she was in. The erotic position.
Yes, regardless of why she’d left him a lackluster note ending their arrangement, she certainly still felt desire for him - as did he for her. Noting her response to him softened him somewhat. Something had sent her running, both before Christmas and tonight, and as soon as he ascertained what it was, he could fix the problem, renew their relationship, and then marry her so she couldn’t leave him again.
“Our… our conversation?” Her voice was breathy as he leaned over her, her body tense in anticipation as his lips brushed very gently across her temple… her cheek… she tilted her head up, offering up her lips, but Benedict pulled away again.
No kisses until he knew what was wrong.
“Yes, love, our conversation,” he murmured, bringing his hand up to caress her cheek. Christina’s eyelashes fluttered. “About why you left me so suddenly with no explanation and nothing but a note.”
Sadly, the reminder brought her back to her senses. She stiffened, no longer looking like a woman ready to be seduced, instead appearing more as a woman on her guard.
Her free hand pushed against his chest, and Benedict allowed her to push him away, giving her more space as he sat up - although he kept her other hand pressed down beside her head, which necessitated leaning partway over her body… but not hovering over her the way he had been before. With her hand still on his chest, she glared at him, but he could still see the arousal simmering in her brandy colored eyes.
“A gentleman would have taken heed of the note,” she said accusingly.
Something about her anger seemed false, though, as if she was trying to purposefully arouse her ire to hide other emotions.
A slow smile slipped across his lips, purposefully infuriating. “By now you should already know, I’m no gentleman.” Then he let his smile vanish. “And I do require an answer.”
******
“Well you shan’t have one.” Even as she said the words, Christina wondered what she was doing.
She’d had a plan, had determined the road she was to take, but her shock at Benedict’s presence in her bedroom, her body’s thrumming need for climax after being denied, and his high-handed behavior… well, it seemed her mouth had run away with her in response. Instead of placating him, she was prodding him; instead of explaining and telling him to go, she was taunting him and guaranteeing he would stay.
As he studied her expression, his eyes half-hooded and far too knowing, Christina felt her heart sink as she realized what she was doing. She was delaying. Putting off the moment when he would turn away from her. Doing exactly what she’d told herself she wouldn’t.
But before she could open her mouth and amend her statement, before she could offer the explanation she’d settled upon and ask him to remove himself from her bedroom, she found herself being lifted up and tossed over his knee. Christina let out a little shriek of surprise as he manhandled her, a thrill going through her at how easily he positioned her, the way he often had.
The brush was pulled from her hand as the skirt of her night rail was flipped up, exposing the creamy mounds of her bottom.
“Benedict!”
She shuddered as the bristles rubbed over her skin, sensitizing it as he brushed circles across her bare flesh.
“You’ve been very naughty, my love,” he said, his voice dark with sadistic promise, and she shuddered as her arousal surged hard and fast, shooting through her like a bolt of lightning as her inner muscles clenched in reaction. The ache between her legs bloomed, becoming nearly unbearable, and Christina moaned in response. “I think ten swats for trying to orgasm without my permission, and then we’ll return to discussing your note.”
A whimper escaped her lips.
Refusing her climax had been one of Benedict’s favorite games. He’d touch and caress her, with his fingers and mouth, drive her absolutely wild, fill her with his cock, and require her to beg before he’d allow her to orgasm. She’d loved every moment of it, even as she’d wanted to scream at him for denying her release. Those orgasms, when he’d finally granted them, had been incredibly powerful.
He’d never caught her masturbating though, as she’d never needed to during the time they’d been together. Now, it seemed, his reaction was feeding right into the fantasy she’d been imagining as she’d used the brush to pleasure herself.
SMACK!
The flat hard wood of the brush smacked against her sensitized flesh, where he’d been rubbing the bristles, and Christina squealed in pained relief.
The stinging burn hurt so good, fulfilling an aching need she’d been unable to satisfy after leaving him. She’d even tried swatting herself once, but it hadn’t been the same at all.
SMACK!
Tears sparked in her eyes as the brush flattened her other creamy cheek, her body aching with pent-up desire as the stinging burn sent her arousal climbing higher.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Gritting her teeth against crying out, Christina writhed on his lap, unsure if she was doing so from pain or her extreme arousal. Her bottom felt like it was burning from the flurried strikes of the brush, throbbing in time with her pounding pulse.
Benedict’s arm pressed firmly against her back, his broad hand pressing down just above the curve of her buttocks and holding her in place. Tears slid down her cheeks as she whimpered, her legs kicking slightly as the brush continued to fall.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Please!” She gasped the word, unsure if she was asking him to stop or to give her more.
Having his hands on her, after months without him - without any man - was causing her senses to go haywire as the sensations rioted through her. Sh
SMACK! SMACK!
The last two blows landed on the sensitive skin where her bottom met her thighs, and Christina sobbed as her orgasm nearly crested… but there was no more stimulation to send her over the edge. Her entire body was aflame, no matter that it was only her bottom which had been roasted, and all she wanted was for Benedict to set her back on the bed, spread her thighs, and plunge inside of her, filling the emptiness which had ached inside her since they’d parted.
“Are you ready to talk about the letter you left me?”
Benedict’s voice was calm, despite the hard rod of his cock digging into her side as he placed his palm on her throbbing, seared cheek. He was always so in control in the bedroom, at least until he’d buried himself inside of her; only then would he allow himself to let loose the reins of his self-control and release all his demons upon her. Christina whimpered at the memories as his hand stroked her hot bottom, her body throbbing and ready for more of his attentions.
While there was still a wary voice in the back of her head trying to remind her to be sensible and to protect herself, it was being drowned out by her shocking arousal, the stinging pain through her chastened cheeks, and the weeks of loneliness without a man’s touch. Without his touch.
It was madness which would lead to devastation, but oh how glorious the journey would be before she fell…
“No,” she said, her voice high and breathy, her bottom wagging in invitation to spank her again.
The dark chuckle she received in response sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh no, love, you’ll not receive a punishment you’re so obviously desirous of. That wouldn’t be a punishment at all.”
Christina gasped as something hard pressed into her pussy; not nearly as large as his cock, yet with absolutely no give, it took her a moment to realize he’d just thrust the handle of her brush inside of her. She mewled, both shocked and shockingly aroused by the perverse action, and whined in disappointment as he pulled it out.
The wet tip pressed against the crinkled rosebud of her anus and Christina froze. It was like he’d somehow seen inside her head and was now bringing her depraved fantasies to life. She cried out as the handle of her brush pressed inward, invading her most intimate area, stretching her more than his fingers ever had. The thick shaft of wood only sank an inch into her tight, protesting hole before Benedict halted its movement.
“Why did you take your leave of me so suddenly?” he asked, his voice heavy with repressed emotion and a threat to continue the invasion of her most private area with the hard handle of her brush. Christina gulped. “I can still feel the connection, the desire between us, and I know you do as well. Why did you give me my congè so suddenly? Why did you not at least speak with me?”
There was frustration and hurt in his voice, along with his dark pleasure, and guilt swirled into the mix of her emotions. She’d never wanted to hurt him.
“I… I…” She stammered, trying to remember exactly how she’d planned to phrase her explanation, trying to recall the little speech she’d mentally prepared, but her mind was shattered by his shocking appearance, her interrupted orgasm, the throbbing sting of her spanking, and the inner burn from the brush handle stretching her bottom, invading her. “I didn’t… I…”
The brush pressed deeper and she squealed as the hard wood stretched her tight channel further, making her feel so strangely full in the most depraved manner imaginable. It burned, it hurt, and she wanted to beg him to stop and take it out even as her body was aflame with a desire to be filled in some manner.
******
The wooden handle of Christina’s brush was about five inches long. Currently, an inch and a half of its stiff length was pressed into Christina’s tight rosette, the wrinkles around that tiny hole smoothing slightly as it stretched to accommodate the invasion. Beneath the taut opening’s torment and her hot, pink cheeks, her pussy was in full bloom, spread open like a flower and glistening with dew. She was both aroused and alarmed by anal play, something which he used to his full advantage to set her off balance mentally while he pressed her for answers.
He’d found that stimulating her in such a manner brought out her submissiveness quickly and deeply, as giving over control to such an intimate area required a great deal of trust, as well as submission. If he had to, he’d use the entire handle on her bottom and fuck her with it.
“I couldn’t stay with you!” she cried out, bucking slightly as she tried to squirm away from the brush. Benedict held her fast, not allowing her to escape its hard prod into her rear channel.
“Why not?” he asked, steeling himself for whatever her answer might be. Considering her reaction to him, he was having trouble imagining what she might say… but whatever her reasons, he was determined to remove them from his path.
“Because I care for you…” She sucked in a breath as Benedict’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Too much, I was becoming too emotionally involved in our affair.”
Benedict caressed her bottom, twisting the brush handle to make her moan and shudder. “Sweetheart… I don’t see how caring could be a bad thing.”
“Because it was too much!” Her distress was real, no matter what he thought, and it was beginning to overcome her arousal. “I did not want to be heartbroken when our affair ended, so I stopped it before I could become more attached to you, and I thought it worked, but now you’re here and I don’t know what to do!”
His heart nearly stopped when he’d realized she was deadly earnest, but her further reasoning gave him some relief. She didn’t want to care because she hadn’t realized how his own feelings had become engaged, which was understandable as he hadn’t either until she was gone. Now he knew and he could reassure her.
Sliding the brush from her opening, Benedict made soothing, hushing noises as he gathered her up into his arms, cradling her against her distress. The silky fabric of her night rail was soft against his skin as she leaned her upper body into him. Her hot bottom was pressed against the hard ridge of his cock as he arranged her on his lap.
“I’m here because I care as well,” he murmured into her hair, dropping kisses along her hairline.
With one arm around her back to help prop her up, he still had a hand free to slide along her hip and down to her hot buttock, squeezing the warm, soft flesh and making her quiver. She was so hot, so aroused, he knew he had to soothe the ache in her body before they could really talk.
Which, incidentally, would soothe the ache in his own body as well.
“Perhaps it’s just as well you left me so abruptly,” he whispered as he caressed her with one hand, gliding his lips over her neck as she shivered in his arms. “I had not realized how deeply my own emotions had become engaged until you did… let me show you how much I missed you.”
“Oh…” She gasped as his teeth scraped over her collarbone, his tongue licking at her skin. “Oh yes…”
That was all the encouragement Benedict required.
Chapter 3
Lifting Christina up in his arms, Benedict turned to lay her back on the bed. Her eyes were practically glassy with desire as she watched him shrug out of his clothes. Her hands glided up and down her body, and he wasn’t sure she was even aware of how she touched herself, waiting for him.
With his breeches still on, he reached out to grab her hand. “I missed your hands. These clever fingers.” He kissed her palm and the pad of each finger before moving upward. “This wrist. These graceful arms. This winsome elbow.”
Christina blinked at him, dazed with her arousal, but still comprehending of his more playful teases. “My elbows are not winsome.”
“They assuredly are,” he said gleefully, getting up on his knees so he could hover over her. “Although, I much prefer them uncovered so I may admire them.”
Grasping the hem of her night rail, he helped her pull it over her head. As she laid back, he took her by her ankle and lifted her dainty foot to his mouth, giving it the same treatment as he had her foot. “I missed your toes. Your feet. Your ankles.”
When his lips reached her knee, she gave a little gasping giggle, as though he’d hit a ticklish spot. Placing her foot back down, he kneeled between her legs, admiring the sight of her laid back against her pillows, completely naked, pussy open and ready for him, pink nipples hard atop creamy mounds. The spanking she’d received would make her bottom sensitive and warm against her sheets in this position.
“Spread your legs, love,” he said softly but with authority. “I’ve also missed seeing you obey me.”
A hot blush traveled from her cheeks down her neck as she spread her legs for him, looking almost shy. She’d never been entirely comfortable exposing herself so completely to him, but it seemed their time apart had made her feel even more hesitant about doing so. The slow spread of her legs just made the movements more seductive, more tantalizing, as she laid herself into the wide-spread position she knew he preferred.
“Arms above your head,” he purred, his hands going to undo the front of his breeches, finishing undressing while she positioned herself for his pleasure. “Grasp your headboard.”
She was completely spread out for him now, her breath coming in hot pants, the mounds of her breasts quivering. Between her creamy thighs the wet, pink flesh of her pussy, fringed with dark curls, beckoned to him; her swollen clit peeked out at him like the tiny nub was inviting him to come play. She was a goddess and a temptation, a sweet treat for him to devour, and his dream come true.
******
Part of her wondered what on earth she was doing, why she was allowing this to happen…
A very small part, which was quickly drowned out by the raging needs of her body and the yearning of her heart. The problem with denying herself was, deep down, she wanted this. She had still wanted him the entire time they’d been separated, no matter how she’d tried to quash her feelings and stomp out her emotions.
While she may have managed to bank the fires, her emotions had still kindled, ready to be brought back to life, and Benedict’s simple words had shattered her defenses and re-lit the embers with all the skill of a blacksmith and his bellows. He was here, commanding and compelling, and she couldn’t resist him. She didn’t want to.
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