A Most Unusual Mistress (Rogue Scandals)

by Raven McAllan

  Her libido rising, Adriana did as he bade her and took hold of a bedpost in each hand. The resultant position stretched her arms out wide. Why did he want her like this? And please, any God who was listening and accepting of her arousal, let her discover all those pleasures hitherto denied her...and soon. Never before had she experienced such a state of excitement without doing something about it herself. Now she waited, somewhat impatiently, for his return. Only his decree that she not move stopped her from fingering herself and coming quickly. For he had spoken the truth—the light taps he had given her were arousing—but she did not know if a true spanking would be to her liking. Instead, she clenched and loosed her inner muscles, feeling the ripples run through her pussy, and wondered if Ash would enjoy that feeling around his cock. Well, she would soon—if he hurried up—find out. Whoever said anticipation was good for one, lied. She hoped the diktat all good things come to those who wait held true for orgasms.

  When he did reenter her bedchamber, every breath left her. Her gaze was glued to the items in his grasp. Did he truly mean to use such things on her? In her? It seemed he did.

  She saw the glint in his eyes as he regarded her demeanor. Not shocked, exactly, she told herself firmly, more apprehensive. Not that he would hurt her. She knew that would not be the case. More unsure if she would like, enjoy, or beg for some things to be withheld. Apart from which she noted, as he laid his goodies on the table at her side, some things she could not comprehend their usage. Well, she amended silently, not with regard to her, him, or them!

  Ashley was silent. She felt his eyes boring into her. Was he waiting for her to comment? He would wait a while in that case. She would not comment. It would be up to him to decide what and when he told her of their use.

  That time seemed to be then.

  Ashley spoke softly, his tone muted but sure. “Ah, my love, how splendid you look open to my regard. These...” He waved silken cords in his hand. “Are for you. For I am desirous to see you bound and unable to do anything other than receive.” It seemed he waited for her protest. Of which she was determined there would be none. Her pussy was already clenching in anticipation of that feeling. And what else, she wondered? She would try all he had decided upon. For she had her safe word if she so needed. Somehow, she felt she would not.

  He nodded as though agreeing it was time to act. As she watched, mesmerized, each hand received a loop of cord before the cord was then looped itself around a bedpost. She felt her grasp of the wood loosened as Ash moved her hands to allow a little give in each arm.

  “Are you all right?” he questioned. “Remember your safe word if you feel you need it.” He watched her closely until she nodded her acknowledgement. “Good. Now relax and let me show you some of the things we will enjoy.”

  Relax? Surely he was jesting. How could she relax when every nerve was tense with anticipation? When her arms were stretched wide, lifting her breasts high to his gaze. However, she could but try. Smiling, Riana stretched her body, enjoying the friction of bound hands against the silky coverlet, the slither as she moved her body in excited suspense. The feel of pearls held tight inside her, pulling from her waist. Once he touched her, she felt there would be little time to enjoy all those arousing emotions before they overcame her. She was nigh on ready to shout her coming at that moment; heaven knew how she would contain herself for long.

  “Ah, good girl; for this you have a boon.” Ashley was slowly taking out those now wet and shimmering pearls, one by one. As the last one left her, he did not, as she thought he might, remove them from her. Instead he left them loosely covering her clit, almost absently rubbing them over it, as he regarded her body. Swiftly, he moved, taking her by surprise. Gone were the soft gentle touches, the wooing. Now he was all business.

  Ahh. His fingers were probing inside her cunt, first one and then two. Oh goodness, was something probing her arse, demanding entrance? Adriana tried to see, but Ashley moved onto the bed, his fingers still busy, putting his head toward her tummy, and circling her navel with his tongue.

  Sweet sensation flooded her, and she moaned involuntarily, then gasped as the seeking invader penetrated past her tight ring of muscle and moved further inside her, producing what? Pain, oh such pain, that she would have pushed him away if she had unshackled hands. Then, as if by magic, the pain became pleasure, and she relaxed and began to enjoy that hard-seeking conqueror.

  “Ah, you like that.” his voice, full of satisfaction, rumbled against her skin. Again, that soft swirl of lips. Then she jumped! He had nipped her cunt! He then soothed it with a kiss and nipped again. Once more he soothed, before repeating the action. Was that thready moan really emitting from her? By his throaty, sensual chuckle, it seemed it was.

  “One day, my love.” His voice was full of promise as he prodded and touched the entrance to her arse. The hardness inside her shifted, and the sensation caused Adriana to bite back another moan. “One day, I will replace this with my cock, and you will discover even more pleasure/pain than you thought possible. But now...” He turned, and she felt the head of his cock probe where so recently his fingers had nestled. Against her will, she began to tense. He spoke soothingly, never ceasing his delicate probing. She realized with a jolt that whatever he had filled her arse with were not his fingers, so it must be... She felt her face flame as she remembered the long-knobbed jade he had carried in earlier. That was in her? And, moreover, she liked it? Truly, Adriana you are a hussy, she thought with satisfaction.

  Ashley was smiling down at her, and she knew without being told he was enjoying her initiation as much as she.

  “You are so deliciously wet and ready. It will be a small pain, my love, but necessary. Then you may truly call yourself a woman.” He moved and thrust. At the sharp sting, Adriana began to scream, but before the sound left her throat, the pain changed and became sweet torture, pleasurable and unrestrained. Her body began to hum in anticipation of all she hoped to experience.

  She watched as the sinews on his arms stood out as he kept his weight off her whilst still thrusting powerfully into her. The movement was contagious, and unconsciously, she began to match him thrust for thrust, untutored but perfect. With horror, she understood those small, keening noises emitted from her! She stilled. What must he think?

  It seemed he thought she was doing all he desired. Almost. She pulled on her ties, wanting to run her hands over his body, to touch and nip his little nubs, to see if he reacted as she herself did. However, her bindings held tight, so instead she leant as far forward as she could and caught one between her teeth, grazing and sucking in the manner he had done to her. Still, the hardness in both cunt and ass filled her, in the most amazing ways possible. She felt as though they reached through the thin walls separating them and enfolded her with their pleasures.

  She nipped harder, keeping her teeth and mouth firm.

  “Do not stop.” Aha! That command was not as forceful as he would have liked, she would bet her month’s mantua makers bill on that. Slowly, experimentally, she once more pushed against him and felt his response filling her. He was so big; still she knew not how he fitted. How could she stay so tight up against him? Dare she ask? One look at his taut face made her hesitate. However, it seemed he caught that wondering look.

  “What wish you?”

  Now, how to put those feelings into words? How could she think coherently with that delicious friction within her, and not just in her cunt—for somehow, she knew not just in what manner it was achieved—her arse was still full also. She felt she was hurtling toward something new, exciting, and, more than likely, life-defining. Already, she felt branded.

  He stilled his movements. Why?

  “Because you are holding back, Riana. I want everything. I want your soul. Tell me what you want, or I cease now, leave you hanging. And will do so until you are open and honest.”

  Oh, goodness. She had spoken her thoughts aloud? Now how to phrase her desires?

  “Tell me.” She felt him begin to withdraw
, and without thinking twice of what she was doing, clenched her muscles to catch and hold him. From the moan he gave, it seemed he liked this.

  “I want to feel you in me more.” She gasped. “I want to feel myself held tightly to you, to...” Dare she? Adriana, do not be a goose. Say your requisite. “I need to feel my cunt rubbed by your body as we move,” she finished in a rush. There! She had said it.

  “Then, my love, you shall. Position your legs upward onto my shoulders. Ah, yes, like so.” He surged, and it seemed she felt his cock touch the very tip of her womb, his powerful body hard against her, rubbing her mounds as she had asked. And, oh my, a finger on her clit, rubbing in time to those powerful thrusts. “Now feel and come. Come. Come.” Each thrust was another notch up in her arousal.

  “I wish to taste you more. Ahhh... Ashley, I, wish, but I cannot...” What she could not was never discovered, for with one more thrust from him, she splintered and flew. Her mind exploded into a myriad of color, non-describable or separable from the other. She screamed; long, loud, incoherently, her voice harsh, her words gibberish. Dimly, she thought she heard Ash come as loudly and violently but could not have said so for sure, so involved was she with her own joy.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Ashley roared as he felt his seed spill, his cock pumping violently into his lover. To have watched her take all he gave was a turn on indeed. To see her understand, absorb, and accept everything he did and receive the pleasure he intended was enough to make him hard and ready. To watch her shatter and come was the match to incite his flames. He longed for nothing more than to join her in that heady state. Still he thrust, enjoying each wave of pleasure until, finally sated, he slowed, remaining balls-deep in her.

  It was only then he realized just what he had done. Not withdrawn and done the gentlemanly thing and spilled onto a towel, but instead filled her honey-pot with his cum. Something he had never before experienced and knew he would never again wish not to experience. If Adriana remained stubborn and continued to refuse marriage, she would need to visit a certain herbalist he knew. There shall be no bastards born of my seed. Never would I subject a child to that kind of life.

  He became aware that he was still held tightly within her and felt her muscles contract and release around his still-hard cock. So clever, his Adriana. It was with a jolt of certainty he discovered how much the his meant. His, only his, never anyone else’s. She was for him, and he for her. He had his mistress. Now to woo her to be his wife.

  Ash leaned forward, careful not to put his considerable weight onto her, and kissed her nose, his cock still tucked neatly inside her. He wondered if she understood what he had so carefully inserted in her arse. The visit from Moulton earlier that day had been mutually satisfying, the new jade dildo, carved carefully to fit into a woman’s arse, had arrived at the perfect time. The rest of the commissions he had charged the man with would, Ash hoped, be equally acceptable to them both.

  “One moment, my love, and I will loose your wrists. As I am somewhat hampered by my position, one I fear I do not want to move from, so nicely does your body beg my visit, ‘twill take a few seconds longer. Ah, now we are getting there.” For his cock was clenched by those delectable muscles again, and his nimble fingers had easily untied the knots at one wrist. It took but a moment for him to do the same at her other wrist. Without moving from within her, Ashley gathered her close and rolled onto his back, holding her on top of him, knowing the endorphin rush she had experienced would cease, and she would need reassurance and love.

  He froze, his hand ceasing its lazy circular movements on her back. Love? Where had that come from?

  “Don’t stop, please.” Adriana sounded almost sleepy. “I like it.”

  “I won’t,” he assured her, resuming the lazy circles he was making on her soft skin. “Are you comfortable?

  She gurgled. “I am not sure if comfortable is the correct way to describe how I feel. I am comfortable in that you make me feel unworried, safe, and contented. Comfortable like an old gown or sedate and undemanding? Never. Now satisfied, sated, smug? All of those. Ready to feel you fill me again? It seems so, for I am doing my level best to hold your cock inside me and to feel it swell and grow.”

  In answer, Ash lifted her slightly at the waist, and let her feel how she was now impaled on his now-ready shaft. He saw her eyes widen as she felt the dildo move in her arse, filling it, reannouncing its presence. Damned if he hadn’t forgotten it was there.

  “Wish you me to remove your dildo, my love? For it is well doing its job, I feel.”

  She moved—he thought—experimentally. “Which is? Its job?”

  “To stretch you ready for when ‘tis my cock inside you.” He watched as her jaw dropped slightly. She recovered her sangfroid immediately.

  “Then yes, my lord, I concur, it is doing its job admirably.” The shake in her voice was almost imperceptible. “How long before I...er...” Her words trailed off.

  “Take my cock in your arse?” Ash finished crudely. “As long as we need. Desirous as I am to experience that delight, I will not rush you. I have arranged for several jades to be carved, each larger than its predecessor, until we are both satisfied the time is right. So in or out?” he inquired.

  Her eyes twinkled.

  “Oh. In. It seems you have unleashed my inner wantonness.”

  He laughed. “I do hope so, my love. For if this is a foretaste of what we can expect when we join together, I foresee many pleasurable hours ahead. Now enough chatter; if you are happy with the status quo, I am also. Now fuck me.” He lifted his hands to hold her breasts, his actions keeping her upright on his cock. He felt her lift slightly before settling hard on him, picking a rhythm that he followed gladly. The friction was perfect, and when her small fingers nipped his own hard nipple, he knew this fucking would be short-lived.

  He was correct. As she moved faster, he slipped a finger under her cunt and onto her pleasure-nub, gathering some of her juices to coat both his questing digit and her receptive cunt. He could feel her climax building, and as she began to shake, used all those tremors to push himself over the edge. Together, they came in a rush of pleasure so profound, Ash thought he could easily pass out from it.

  He felt Adriana sway and used one hand to steady her.

  “Oh, Lord, I need to lie down.” So saying, she slumped against his chest. Carefully, but with one last, lingering rub, Ashley removed his hand from her clit and held her tightly with one arm, using his spare hand to gently remove the dildo from her arse.

  “This will sting, my love.” His voice was as soft and soothing as it could be. “I will be as gentle as I can, but I bid you try to relax. Breathe slowly and expel. No, do not tense up. That will make it harder to withdraw.”

  “I cannot help it.”

  He smiled inwardly. Her voice was petulant like a sulky child’s. “Adriana.” He deliberately made his voice harsh. “You can and you will. Or you will experience a new feeling, one I do not think you are ready for as yet. That of my hand administering a proper spanking, as I pull your dildo out without the gentleness I intended to use. Your choice, my love.” Not really, for he had no intention of doing thus, even though the idea of seeing his hand redden her skin whilst his jade was wedged so tightly was greatly appealing. What he would not do, ever, was be rough with her. He might like to be dominant, but never violent. There was nothing he abhorred more than a coward who was vicious toward his woman. Toward anything, human or creature.

  “Oh, well.” The minx was now evidently enjoying the situation. “I will relax as best I can. Although, with your cock still in me, all I want to do is hold it fast. Thus, I clench my muscles. I fear if I relax, I will expel it also.”

  “Very probably. Worry not, for one day you will learn how to keep me, or my proxy, tight in your cunt, whilst whatever fills your arse is removed.”

  She, of course, picked up on his deliberate choice of words.

  “Proxy? I will have no other man fill me on your behalf.” Her eyes bl
azed fire.

  “You are correct there. No other man will ever touch you, unless we both so decide that a ménage would suit. That, if ever, is for later.” But, he thought, might well one day come to fruition. The thought of seeing her between him and one other—someone he thought would well be willing to once more experience things they had both enjoyed in the past—was worth considering. Later. “I was talking of a dildo. I have commissioned one the exact replica of my cock. For a delight, we will experience is for my body to fill your arse, whilst my proxy fills your cunt.”

  “So, do I also have the chance to return the favor? Suck your cock whilst I fill your arse with a jade? Oh!” For whilst they had bantered, he had slowly taken the jade from within her. “I felt naught, Ash. Now I feel.” She wiggled her nose. “I feel strangely empty.” His cock, semi-hard, had also slid from within her and lay quiescent between them. He felt her hand stroke it softly, as if brailing it for remembrance later.

  “So? You have yet to answer my question. Do I also have that delight? Of feeling your cock tense in my mouth, as I fill your arse in the only way I can?”

  Not the only way, he thought, amused, but now was not the time to introduce her to the idea of her fingers and her tongue attacking him in such an intimate way, although, even just the thought could have him hard again if he so chose. He rather thought her education so far had more than surpassed his initial intentions. He realized she was still looking at him for his answer.

  Would he let her return the favor? A stupid question.

  “I will let you choose your design,” he assured her. “One day.”

  Her eyes twinkled up at him as she lifted her head to look at his face. “Oh, good. When?”

  Now was the crunch.

  “When you agree to be my wife.”