TrickorTreat

by Madeleine Oh

  His lips on the base of her spine and the gentle hand on her hip set her whimpering. “Why?” She sagged into the mattress, almost beyond caring.

  “I intend to look you in the eyes as I fuck you, Lady Katherine. You need to know who’s mastered you. Acknowledge who rules you. I want to break down your last resistance.

  “You’re about to break down my sanity!”

  He kissed the back of her knee.

  She was so far gone, only the pillows kept her upright. She could barely think any more. She cried out as his finger brushed her clit. It was sheer torture. It was heaven as his lips brushed behind her other knee.

  He pulled away the pillows, so she collapsed on her belly. Her legs were pretty much good for nothing. What did he expect? What did she expect? His fingers closed over her ankle as he lifted it crossing one leg over her other, and rolling her limp body over. She was on her back, arms still pinned over her head, but now she looked up at him as he stood beside the bed. At some point he’d lost the eye patch and kerchief. His eyes were almost hazy with need. She wasn’t the only one near the edge.

  He didn’t say a word, just pulled his full shirt over his head. Giving her the sight of a magnificent broad chest, with just enough dark hair to set her wondering how it would feel pressed against her naked body.

  Except she wasn’t quite naked yet. As he’d rolled her, the tattered remnants of her costume fell in a twisted heap around her. One breast hung out of the torn bodice, her legs were twisted in yards of printed muslin.

  She gave up worrying about her clothes, when he sat on the bed and rested one foot on his knee.

  Restrained as she was, her vision was limited, but not so restricted she couldn’t see quite clearly that he wore nothing under his breeches. He’d left them undone, and she got a glimpse of his magnificent cock. The sight was enough to send her cunt churning.

  Her mind wasn’t in a much better state. He was taking forever-purposely she was certain. But why complain? Just watching the muscles in his arms as he yanked down his boot and tossed it on the floor, and then proceeded of peel off the other one, was enough to make her heart race. And when he stood up, and loomed over her, every nerve ending in her body sang.

  Magnificent wasn't the word. No wonder she’d almost climaxed earlier. He was enormous. Relief flickered through her mind, that she’d refused to let him bugger her. He was too damn big to enter her that way. If he hadn’t already been there, she’d be worried about him filling her cunt, but it had been marvelous. She needed him right back there. Moisture flowed down her inner thighs at the sight and promise of his erection.

  “Please,” she began. “Oh, please, Captain! Please!” She was begging, and didn’t care. Her entire body tingled at the thought of that beautiful cock ramming deep inside.

  “Don’t worry, little captive, I’ll please you and myself. I might just keep you tied to that bed forever.”

  Her mind sang at the thought! What wouldn’t she give to stay in his power like this. “Oh, Captain!” she whispered, as he pulled down his breeches and stepped out of them.

  Now she saw him in full glory. She stared at his naked beauty. His beautiful, broad chest, with a fine down of dark hair, narrowing over his flat belly, and rising from the dark tuft at his groin, a cock of wondrous size. Katie licked her lips in anticipation and sighed. It was arrogant perfection, rigid, wide and long. Her hands fought the bonds in her need to circle the turgid flesh with her hands, and feel his male power under her fingers. “I want to feel you,” she whispered. “I need to feel your cock.”

  “You will,” he promised. The bed shifted under his weight. She needed him so much. She could smell her own arousal, mixed with the male scent of his naked body. She lay there, submissive, expectant and longing. She closed her eyes, readying for his thrust deep in her cunt.

  His knees brushed the sides of her chest. Warm, smooth flesh brushed her chin. “Suck me, Lady Katherine!” His cock was centimeters from her lips. His thighs straddling her chest and his arms loomed overhead as he braced himself on her headboard. He leaned forward, brushing her lips with the warm head of his cock. “Obey!” One word sent wild sensations flooding her mind. “Obey! Or feel my whip harder than you can imagine.”

  Fright and excitement thrilled her. She let out a whimper of delight. “Oh, my captain,” she whispered “I love to obey!”

  Her lips enclosed the smooth pink head of his luscious cock. Her tongue lapped the warm skin, and the hard flesh beneath. Wild joy coursed in every pore and nerve. How right this felt! How marvelous her body’s response! Never, in her wildest dreams, had she imagined anything could be this incredible.

  She lifted her head off the pillow, and swallowed him down to the root.

  His hands cupped the back of her head, easing the strain on her neck. She arched higher, taking even more of him in. She was beyond thought, no longer Lady Katherine, or even Katie. She was an inspired, aroused woman, servicing her captor, and the fantasy thrilled her, deep in her cunt. Her entire will, her total consciousness, and utter reason all focused on the sensation of her lips working his cock. Her tongue circling the rim, teasing the sweet ridge of muscle under the head, and caressing the sweet opening where his pre-come flowed.

  Gently, he eased her head up and down so her lips caressed the length of his cock. He tasted of man, and power, and sex. To be thus used was all she’d ever wanted, what she’d been made for. She’d waited her entire life for this moment. Without ever realizing it, she’d longed to be thus bound. Helpless, as she serviced her captor, her lord, her captain, her lover.

  She wanted to lie there forever, her lips around his hard flesh, his hands directing her and his cock possessing her mouth.

  “Enough, little captive,” he said. His voice almost gravelly. She’d have smiled at his obvious need, but her mouth was far to stretched. “Fucking your mouth is heaven, but the smell of your needy cunt is too much for me.”

  She cried out with disappointment as he pulled away. “Patience!” he ordered, his voice sterner now.

  He moved down the bed, pausing to suck each nipple until she whispered with need, frustration, and sheer joy. The kisses between her breast and down to her navel were incredible and arousing, but she wanted more. She needed that cock of his thrust deep, but he was enjoying making her wait. Let him! She wasn’t begging, or was she?

  Her mind all but zapped out as his mouth moved between her legs. He grabbed her hips with both hands, to bring her closer as his tongue used her. Gentle laps from fore to aft and back, sweet flickers of the tip on her clit, and sharp thrusts into her cunt. He had her moaning, thrashing from side to side on the crumpled sheets, and finally, begging, “Please, please, I can’t take any more, I need you inside.”

  “You’ll take what I give you!” he growled, his voice muffled by her bush. “You’ll lie there and accept it. It’s what you’re made for. It’s why I have you at my mercy.”

  Her cunt flooded! Was it possible to be so wet, her clit so sensitized, or her mind so lost to anything but pleasure? She cared for nothing but the need to feel that massive cock stretching, pounding, and filling her with joy.

  “I’ll take anything you want. I’ll obey any order, but please, please…” She was begging, and gloried in her capitulation. “Please, Captain!”

  “What do you want your Captain to do to you, little captive?”

  “Fuck me! Hard! Please, I beg you!”

  He let out a great whoop of delight. “Since you begged so sweetly, my dear, you’ll receive your reward.” His hands shifted to her ankles, holding her firmly, he hoisted her legs so her ankles rested on his shoulders. She was open, exposed, utterly helpless, and panting with anticipation. He rocked, shifting the bed a little, as he rubbed his hot cock in the crease of her ass. For one, horrified moment, she feared he was about to bugger her, but just as the worry coiled in her gut, he said, “Not this time, love, Your moment will come before long, I can’t let that tight little hole stay neglected.”

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sp; She was about to tell him, ‘Yes, he damn well could!’ But just then, his fingers spread her cunt lips wide, and his thumb brushed her clit. He could do anything he wanted if he just brought her to climax. “I need you in me! Please, oh, please! I can’t take much more!”

  “You’ll take whatever I tell you to!” Her whole body clenched with renewed awareness of her utter helplessness. Her shoulders and head sagged back on the bed as he rubbed his cock between her cunt lips, letting the head stimulate her clit as his hands stroked her ass and thighs,

  She was lost in a fog of sensual delight. If he gave her this incredible pleasure, he could do anything he wanted. Forever. She tugged against her bonds. They held tight. She was utterly helpless, open and exposed. In a flash, her mind floated free, and he plunged in. Hard and fast. She cried out with sheer delight. He was even bigger than she remembered, or perhaps her stretched open position gave him deeper access. As he pumped her, she felt his cock rub every millimeter of her flesh. She was whimpering with pleasure. Wild cries echoed inside her head. Sweat, poured off her body as stimulation built to excess and beyond. She was keening, caught between the sweet force of his cock thrusting his power deep in her and the grip of his hands on her legs.

  Her mind went hazy. All she knew was ever-increasing sensation, until she could stand no more, but needed him to never stop. Wild cries resounded off the ceiling overhead, as the mattress rocked beneath them. Higher he took her, and higher until with a chorus of joyful screams, she came. She was shaking, sweating, and gasping. His need intensified. Faster he pumped and harder until he lifted her from the rim of a fading climax to the crest of a second, as he came with loud grunts of satiation. Her mind and body flipped off the edge again, and again, in a crescendo of wild climaxes that left her limp and weak and utterly pleasure-racked.

  She was close to fainting, only half-aware that he’d released her bonds, and was kissing and rubbing her wrists. His naked body was beside hers under the sheets, his arms around her as she passed out in a haze of sensual peace.

  She woke to his lips on her eyelids as he brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her forehead. “Feel good?”

  Good was totally inadequate! “Incredible! It was wonderful!”

  “Yes.” He was quite smug in his agreement, but in the circumstances, perfectly justified. “I haven’t finished with you, Katie, my love. We have all weekend.”

  Oh, please. “You won’t find me complaining.”

  “Didn’t think so. I received the impression you couldn’t get enough. You were begging me for more, several times.”

  “Yes.” Why deny it?

  “After we shower and have breakfast, I’m taking you to my house for the weekend. I’ve made plans for you.”

  Impossible as it seemed after the previous night, she was aroused again. Aroused and needy, “You can do whatever you want!”

  “No!” His finger traced the line of her jaw. “Whatever you want. Will you let me tie you up again?”

  “Yes, please!” She longed to feel again that delicious helplessness.

  “I have a canopy bed with eye bolts so I can tie your legs high and spread you open.” Her clit responded at the prospect. “I have a collection of floggers, there’s a white and silver one I want to use particularly.” She nestled against him and wrapped her arms around him.

  “Want me to dress up again?” Wasteful as it was, having him rip the dress off her was something to be repeated.

  “That can wait for next weekend.”

  “Next weekend?” He was planning in advance and she had a hard time thinking beyond right now, here in her bed, and…“Next weekend I’ve got to sit for Andrew’s dratted cat!”

  Jud stroked her face. “I’m coming with you. He has an impressive playroom, and he’s invited us to make use of it.”

  Her mind went into a tailspin. “What playroom?”

  “You’ll find out. He has some specialized equipment I plan to strap you to.” Was she up to this? She nodded. He kissed her. Hard. “Forget about next weekend,” he said, his lips almost touching hers. “Think about what will happen to you after I get you in my house. I intend to keep you naked the whole weekend. Nudity will help focus your mind on what you are, my beautiful submissive. Want to come with me?”

  “Please!” Her hips thrust and chest tightened with expectation. She wanted to please him so much.

  “Better prepare yourself to kneel at my feet naked and suck my cock.”

  “Yes.” If he went on much longer, she’d climax with his promises.

  “Every time I command it?”

  “Yes. You’re my captor and my pirate.” She leaned up on one elbow. “You're the answer to dreams I never knew I had.”

  He grinned. “Katie, my love. Dreams and fantasies are ours to explore. Now.” he paused, his eyes twinkling. “Get the shower warmed up before I spank you!”

  She was tempted to dally, but they had all weekend, and she did need a good shower. “Yes, Captain,” she replied, and pushed back the bedclothes. “Whatever you say.”

  The End

  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.

  The author 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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