"Donatein, I am so flustered, I cannot even think.” Tingles shot through her back and down to her waist, where his fingers played gently at her back.
He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. “Then I have you just as I need you. I want you to strip for me. I want to see that naked body of yours gloriously displayed for me."
She blinked and regained her legs to stand on her own. “But, I thought we might take it a bit more slowly. I have never..."
"My dear, I do not take this part slowly. I want you naked. Therefore, I will have you naked. If you cannot abide by that, simply say so, and I will have my driver take you home immediately."
He turned on his heel, and she gasped. She could not give this up. Her coney clenched tightly, and her trembling legs begged her not to ruin this chance. This is your only chance. His hand on the door knob, she reached for the buttons on her coat.
Beatrice's fingers trembled. Earnestly she fought for control. “I think I need to sit for this. My legs are too weak to stand."
He rolled his eyes in impatience, and in two strides, met her face-to-face. His hands came up to her coat and deftly undid each button until the thick material lay open. She knew he could clearly make out her unbound breasts, might even be able to see through the near sheerness of the soft material.
With a groan, Donatein pressed his palms to her aching breasts. She closed her eyes when his thumbs caressed gently and then, with two fingers at each hardened nipple, he twisted, bringing about the burning pain she felt earlier in the night. Now with both breasts, the sensation was almost enough to cause her to finish things right where she stood.
The sticky wetness between her thighs increased, and he twisted her nipples in the other direction. She gasped and moaned with the pressure building inside her, clutching his wrists tightly.
"Your nipples are perfect. I cannot wait until you take off that damned gown and show them to me.” With a final pull, he set her free. This time, she did not hesitate, but scrambled from her gown as though her life depended on it and dropped the uncomfortable material to the floor without a care. Something she had never done before.
Beatrice's hair already hung unbound and flowed freely back over her shoulders. Donatein brushed the tendrils away from her breasts. He stood, staring in earnest amazement at her naked body. She wondered if she had too much hair down there, or if her legs were shapely enough, stomach flat enough, or her hips rounded the way most men enjoyed them. He stepped forward, grasping her hips in his big hands, and brought her body flush to his.
"Now you see, love, this is where the foreplay truly begins. Your body is perfect. Turn around, so that I might view the rest."
She smiled. Then, embarrassed to be on such display, she drew her bottom lip between her teeth and spun for his pleasure.
He held her by the shoulders; the cool air wafting through the windows brought goosebumps to her flesh. “Divine."
He cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing the mounds together, then apart. The latter elicited a moan of pleasure as cold air struck her anus and made her flesh tingle with desire. When his knees pressed against the inside of her ankles, she knew he had kneeled behind her. Hard kisses reined over the unused flesh, those perfect teeth sinking into the thickest flesh of her bottom. Clapping a hand to her mouth, she fell forward, barely catching herself against the edge of the bed.
"Perfect. Spread your legs. I want to see all of you."
At first, she did not move, frightened of what he might think of her body displayed so wantonly before him. The harsh sting of his hand against her left cheek cured her of that, and she quickly spread her legs wider for him. Instantly, his tongue found the creamy center that ached for release.
Her head shot up, her eyes catching the view of the endless night out the window before fluttering closed. Her legs trembled, and she pressed back against his hot, searching mouth. Unable to hold back her pleasure, she groaned, stretching and arching her back. The low hum of his moan vibrated against her coney. She smiled and wiggled back against him, then clenched her muscles around his tongue. “Oh, Donatein, more, s'il vous plait."
But he did not deliver. Instead, he sat back on his haunches, and with a whimper, she dropped her head down between her shoulders, trying to see what he was doing. His bare chest lay before her view, the tips of his small brown nipples stood erect. The rustle of clothes interrupted the quiet of the night.
Beatrice stood up. Her back hurt from being arched, but she turned around and dropped to her knees in front of him. He pulled his pants down past his hips. His member tore free and sprang forth, shocking her with its size and purpose. “That, that cannot—"
He laughed and dropped to his knees in front of her, wrapping his hand behind her neck to draw her back in for a taste of her lips. She sighed and opened her mouth to accept him. His tongue still held the sweetness of her juices, and she had the first taste of sex. She hungered for that flavor and devoured his mouth in wanton abandonment.
Beatrice closed the gap between them. She eagerly worked her thighs to straddle his hips and press their heated bodies together. His bare chest against her nipples whet her appetite, and she pushed forward, searching for that release she whimpered for even now. Never had she experienced the bare flesh of a man before. His skin felt hot and soft against her own, muscles thicker and stronger than hers making her feel out of control as she surrendered to the sensations he created with just his tongue.
When she ground down against his hardened flesh, she heard a painful groan emanate from his throat. “Oh, you must stop before I lose myself and am unable to pleasure you later."
Obediently, she stopped her movements, but not without protest. With his first kiss, he had enslaved her body, made her beg for sexual gratification. And under his well-tutored hand, she wanted to be his best student. “Tell me, Donatein,” she whispered through the throbbing haze of her body's need, “what do you want to do to me? How do you want me to bring you pleasure? Beyond kissing, I am oblivious."
He smiled up at her, and she cupped his soft cheeks in her hands to draw her mouth back down to his. His manhood pressed towards her womanhood in the same slow dance that his tongue stroked her mouth. His strong hands grasped her hips, then pushed against his sex. The head of his shaft spread the folds of her pussy easily and massaged against her hard nub. The sensation was so intense, she jumped. He held her firmly in place until she shuddered in his embrace.
She grinned down at Donatein. His hands moved down to her buttocks, his nails digging into the pliant flesh. He gave a tug and pulled her closer to the curve of his body. The intense look he gave her wiped the smile off her face, and she gyrated her hips to help relieve the pressure that built inside of her. Instantly, her breath came in short pants, his own breathless response nearly sending her over the edge.
"I want to see your face as your liquor flows over my prick."
She gripped his shoulders and rode back and forth along his shaft with short, fast strokes until his breathing became as heavy as her own.
"Now, slut. Give it to me now."
She tilted her hips to press his prick harder against the opening of her slick pussy. When she would have cried out, he clapped a hand to her mouth, shoving her head back. The action caused her breathing to become shallow. For just a moment, she panicked, thinking she could not breathe.
She ground her teeth, never ceasing the onslaught to the hard member beneath her. Her thighs tightened involuntarily, and he let go of her mouth. Blessed air sucked into her lungs, and with it, a deep shudder rocked her to an unsteady end, where she collapsed against his shoulder. It took several deep breaths into her burning lungs before she returned to her senses.
Tender fingers flowed through her hair, separating the damp tendrils. “Now, that was not so embarrassing, was it?"
She shook her head and purred against his ear, “It was so wonderful, Donatein. Thank you, thank you so very much.” With trembling arms, she raised her body once, then fell back and tried once m
ore. His chest vibrated against hers as he laughed lightly. Her vision was unclear as she stared dreamily down at her playmate. “That cannot be all there is to this, Monsieur. What about you?"
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Chapter 4
He pulled her head back to look into her eyes. The deep expression on his face made her shiver in anticipation. “I am about to get to me. You were such an eager student, I thought to give you a taste of what is about to come."
Beatrice smiled adoringly at her teacher and brushed back his damp hair with fingers that still trembled from her aftermath. “You are so beautiful and skilled. I could never imagine being anything but eager to learn what you have to teach me."
With a quick peck, he set his hands beneath her arms and helped her to stand. “Look above you."
She tilted her head back slowly and took in a sight she had not seen when she first entered the room. Two long chains hung from the ceiling, with thick metal wrist cuffs dangling from the ends. His hands encircled her shins and guided up the inside of her legs. The light caress sent a thrill of pleasure rippling through her body. What lie ahead vanished in her imagination when his soft lips touched the inside of her thighs, the light touch against her swollen and sensitive womanhood sending a gasp of surprise past her lips. Desire instantly leapt back to life within her, and she lowered her head to look down at the man on his knees in front of her. Stunned, she asked quietly, “What is it that you have planned, Monsieur?"
His grin held anything but sensuality as he raised up to his full height and tilted his own head up to look at the manacles. “You want pain, love, so I will bring it to you.” His eyes lit up when he looked above them. “I want to whip you, and I can only do that if you are tied down. Afterwards, if you still want more, I am going to play with that beautiful ass of yours.” His hands delved into her hair to pull it back from her face and hold her captive in his grasp. “How do you feel about that?"
The rough hold he had on her head made her weak in the knees for him. Her insides quivered. “I want the whipping, yes, but I am not sure about more."
He laughed and released her. Casually, as if he did this every day, he lifted her hand above her head. The cold iron cuff encircled her wrist. Then, he pulled the other above her head, forcing her to stand on her toes. The final clink of metal tightening around her wrist left her nervous and excited at the same time.
Her body pulled tight against the chains. She stared downward and saw her breasts pulled higher by the action, her nipples taut with excitement. The cold stone floor seemed a much greater distance than it truly was.
She inhaled deeply and met his serious gaze. This was not a game to him.
"We will decide on that when this is over.” He tapped his finger against her nose, one corner of his thin lips lifted in a mock smile. “You are at my mercy until I say otherwise. You can beg for me to stop, but that will only excite me more."
Her eyes widened, and for the first time since entering the room, she truly wanted to cry. What if I am wrong? What if this is not fun at all? What if I only thought I enjoyed the pain? Beatrice looked around her, but did not see Donatein. Where was he?
"Do not look so frightened, little one. I will make sure you enjoy it. Some."
The room went completely quiet and still. Nervously, she tried to look around to find where Donatein had gone, but saw nothing.
As if to answer her question, a very painful sting landed against her back. On instinct, she tried to move out of the way, but came up short. The area he marked felt hot and swollen, and she closed her eyes, trying to still her pounding heart.
"You enjoy pain, do you not?” His thick French accent reverberated against her ears.
She nodded, biting her lip against the tears that threatened to fall.
"If you enjoy the pain, love, then you should work harder at accepting it."
She recited those words in her mind with each fiery sting against her flesh. The pain would be unbearable, she was sure of it. The hiss of the long braided whip caught and tickled her ear. The snap as the tail landed another stinging blow to her back sent tingles of awareness through her veins. Concentrating on the sounds and rhythm enabled her to relax into the experience.
Beatrice stopped pulling against her restraints. Her body fell limp against the chains. Each slash held a reminder of why she was here and what she wanted most. The pain seared through her mind, yet her body dulled and catapulted to a new world she never expected.
She moaned and twisted against the carnal desires of her tormentor. Her thighs quaked. Several times, she pulled her mind from the dark recesses of pleasure. Tears burned her eyes, and fluid leaked down her clamped thighs. Pain rained down on her in the form of a leather whip. She whimpered, unable to hold onto her last shred of dignity. Her pussy swelling in answered need, she whimpered and climaxed.
"Take more,” she heard him say from behind her. Gooseflesh prickled her warm skin, her breath came in uneven pants and she thought for sure that he had torn through her flesh.
Beatrice's head fell forward. Her back arched towards the leather nips. Her head lulled to the side, sated, bringing a new perspective to the whipping. She could only move when a new stroke landed squarely on her flesh. The stings moved down her thighs and up to her back again.
Her burning flesh felt more alive than it ever had in the past. She was disconnected, yet so completely aware of everything around her. The whiz of the whip that sailed through the air, the pleasurable burn that melted her, his hard breathing that matched her own. He was working hard to please her, and as hard as he worked, he deserved her acceptance.
But when Donatein's whipping came to a crashing halt, Beatrice was jarred out of her state of relaxation. The heaviness of the world came crashing down on her, and she writhed briefly against her restraints. Tears of fear coursed down her cheeks, and her eyes would not open. Her heart skittered nervously in her chest, her stomach clenched in uneasiness. What happened? Where did he go? She whimpered, needing a way out of the situation, but she was lost somewhere in this world and another parallel dimension.
The fingertips that stroked down her welted back brought a semblance of balance back to her. She took several deep breaths. Her fearful whimpers ceased, and she hung, suspended, the tears on her cheeks drying and her stomach finally stopping its fearful quivering. He was still with her. He still wanted her. She needed to please him, and if stopping pleased him, then she would accept it.
Beatrice sighed and winced at the same time. His warm breath panted against her ear, and heat emanated from his body to hers, leaving her breathless. Unable to move or respond, she waited to hear what he had to say. Would it be enough for him?
"You did wonderful tonight, pet, but I believe that is enough for now.” His breaths came hard and even as he collected himself, Beatrice did the same.
She nodded her acceptance. Still unable to say anything, she lay there in suspension.
"I am going to take you down now and cool your wounds. Something tells me you are going to make your future husband a very happy man."
Broken from her trance, she blinked. “Why do you mention Renald?"
He stood in front of her and with a key in one hand, supported her carefully with the other and unlocked the cuffs. As if she were nothing more than a doll, she fell into his arms. No matter how much she tried to recover, her body would not cooperate, and so she allowed him to lift her and carry her gingerly to the bed.
"Your fiancé has a few tricks up his sleeve.” He lay her down on her side, the bed sheets cold against her body, and she shivered.
"What do you know about my fiancé?” she asked quietly, staring blankly out the window across from the bed. All that would be awake at this hour would be predators of the human and inhuman kind. She shivered with that knowledge.
The splash of water in a basin caught her attention, but she still did not feel the need to move. When the cool rag stroked across her skin, she moaned and closed her eyes.
; "If you enjoyed tonight, you will enjoy what he brings to you as a husband. However, if he does not fulfill you, you are always welcome in my bed."
Beatrice sighed and relaxed into the soft material cooling her back. Thoughts of how she would keep the marks a secret raced through her mind. “Are you and Renald friends?"
He chuckled softly, and she squeezed her eyes shut. This was definitely a bad idea. “Renald and I have been friends for a long time. Your secret is safe with me.” He leaned in close enough for her to feel his lips on her shoulder.
Beatrice's heart halted in her chest. All she had left to give her future husband was her virginity. Everything else had been given to Donatein. At his words, she felt the regret sink in. Only a terrible woman would betray her future husband the way Beatrice had done. What sort of woman gives herself to just any man?
Regret sank in deeply, and she curled herself into a tighter ball. She knew nothing of her husband—and now, to find out she could have given this to him. She groaned aloud.
He said nothing, only kissed a blazing trail along her arm down to her fingers that rested against her hip. “Rest now, and I will have my driver return you home when you are ready."
When the bed lifted, she knew he had risen. A sudden sense of loss surrounded her, suffocating her in loneliness. Quickly, she rolled over and winced when she felt the bed press against her marks. “Donatein?” she called to his back.
Slowly, he turned and gave her a smile that made her insides melt. “Yes, love?"
Her cheeks burned hotly. “Would you please lie with me? I do not understand why, but I need you here with me now."
With slow, deliberate steps, he made his way to her side and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Tears stung her eyes when he pulled his hand away.
"I will have someone take you home shortly,” he said. Seconds later, the door closed behind him. Alone and bereft of contact, she stared across the bed to the window that held the quiet night beyond.
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