Kat remained where she was, assessing her own reaction to his demand. Part of her insisted she get dressed and leave. He was already changing as all men did once they had what they wanted. The rest of her was curious about what he might do next. She knew spankings and other rougher activities could be included in the sexual pantheon. Perhaps Sir was more of that persuasion than he had previously shown. Curiosity won out and she followed after the maid.
A cheerful fire crackled in the fireplace across from the massive bed. It could have slept four across with ease. In the center of the bed’s headboard were a set of padded wrist restraints.
“Oh,” slipped from Kat’s lips, more an exhalation of air than an actual word. Her heart pounded as she came face to face with the reality of what she had committed to.
“Sir wants you restrained on the bed, miss.”
“Yes. Of course he does.” Kat dropped her robe on the chair, walked to the bed, and positioned herself against the pillows so her arms were above her head in as comfortable a position as was possible. The maid buckled the straps around each of her wrists as tight as she could without causing pain and left the room.
Strapped to the bed, Kat found herself licking her dry lips as she waited. Had this contract gotten her into too deep waters? She glanced up at her wrists. It was too late to turn back.
Heath paced his chamber as though it were a cage at the zoo, and he a tiger. He was restless, eager to claim his prize and deal with her little display of independence. He must have terrified the poor maid who had come to tell him the lady would be another five minutes; but he was having none of Kat’s nonsense. He’d get to the bottom of her game right at the start and correct any silly notions she had of asserting herself in the future. That was not how this arrangement was going to play out.
Two taps on the hall door let him know Kat was ready. He took a deep breath, checked the tie on his robe, and entered the room. There, just as he had envisioned, she lay on the bed. Restrained. Her body swathed in black and purple silks, arms pulled over her head causing her breasts to lift and collide, plumping them for him. Her nipples were erect, straining against the air. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulder and across the pillow behind her, a river of chocolate silk. She was as beautiful in that moment as he had ever seen her.
He took a slow breath to steady himself. The tie of his robe loosened with a smooth tug releasing it to join hers on the chair by the fire. The weight of her gaze rested on him as she followed his every move. His throbbing erection jutted from his body in a near vertical position.
If he were honest, he had not been this excited in a very long time, not since allowing his need to control to rule him unchecked. It had ended in disaster. Avoiding a repeat of that experience drove him to The Market where he could choose his partners with calculated caution. He approached the bed and stood over her.
She stared at his cock and licked her lips in anticipation.
“Kat.” His voice sounded husky, as though rusted from disuse. There was no denying now what he had discovered that afternoon. The delectable woman restrained on the bed was Lady Katherine Drummond. How he had missed the connection before now was unimaginable. “Why is it you were compelled to make me wait when you were aware I was here and ready? This is not how we should start this arrangement.”
“I was delayed.” She met his gaze, hers teamed with desire, hope, defiance, and perhaps even a tinge of fear. Mostly promising reactions, the defiance would need to be addressed.
“You will of course be punished.” He paused. “When I am ready.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes lit up with his pronouncement.
“Not when you are, and it is clear you are.” Yes, Kat was the exact woman he needed in his bed. She fit him, was a perfect foil for him, for his base compulsion. No. He must be caught up in the moment. She was no more than a desirable woman.
He sat next to her on the bed and caressed the outer edge of one breast. “It was good of you to tell me the truth, Kat. You must always tell me the truth, just as I will always tell you the truth. Do you understand?”
“I will always be honest with you, Sir.” Surprise flitted across her features as the truth of her vow rang through her words and warmed him.
“Do you trust me, Kat?” Curiosity got the better of him.
She hesitated, her thoughts whirling like crazy behind her beautiful eyes. “No.” She finally responded and dropped her gaze. He stopped caressing her soft flesh.
Trepidation reared its head before logic squashed the anomaly. His pulse thrummed through his veins. “And yet you let me restrain you. Perhaps you trust me more than you think?”
She glanced up at him. “Maybe a little.”
“Do you trust that I won’t physically harm you?” He let his fingers trail from her wrist down her arm in a light caress.
“Yes.”
Relief washed over him. “Do you trust that I will not do to you anything you do not wish?” His touch now slid across her collarbone, tracing the delicate line.
“I do.”
“Then we have a point upon which to build. It is my responsibility to earn your trust from there.” He leaned over and kissed the tip of her masked nose. Something about her seeming innocence tugged at his heart. “Good. Now, I want to know what you have experienced or might like to experience within the confines of our arrangement.” His hand returned to stroking her breast, dragging a slow sensuous trail toward her nipple.
“Spanking, but not flogging. I shouldn’t like that.” She glanced up at her wrists. “I think I like this. Yes, I like this quite a lot. I also like to watch, I’d like for us to watch another couple….” She gasped and arched up when he took her nipple between two fingers and rolled it.
He groaned and kissed her. His tongue plunged into her mouth, seeking. Ravaging. Claiming. He broke the kiss, lowered his mouth to her free nipple, and continued to roll the other with his fingers. He bit, a gentle nibble, on the distended nub and her skin rippled in response. So responsive. With a silent groan he left her nipples and shifted down her body, crawled between her thighs. He parted her folds and watched her juices continue to flow over her pink center. He wanted to bury his tongue in her. No, he needed to taste her. Feed his craving for her.
Without further delay, he feasted on her. He slid his tongue up the length of her slit and flicked the pearl at the top again and again. She moaned. The metal links of her restraints clanked, holding her in place. Her hips arched toward his mouth and his tongue plunged into her channel, dragged out, and plunged in again. He wanted her to explode on his tongue, to mark him with her scent in the most basic of ways. He would be hers as much as she would be his. Her body clamped down on his tongue. He drove it into her again, working her nub with his thumb while he lapped at her honey. She cried out with the intensity of her orgasm. He loved the taste of her, wanted to stay there making her come until she was senseless. But, he also wanted to bury himself inside her.
With a growl, he lurched up, and holding her legs over his arms, placed his shaft at her opening. She was so wet he didn’t hesitate. He drove into her body allowing his need to take over. He pounded into her, fucking her hard and fast.
“Sir,” she cried out.
“Yes, Kat. You’re mine. Mine to do with as I please,” he ground out, his body continuing to piston hers in a relentless rhythm.
“Yes! Harder, Sir! Harder,” Kat cried and gripped her restraints while trying to meet his powerful thrusts. He dug deep and drove harder, harder than he ever had allowed himself with any woman. His fingers dug into her buttocks, securing his grip on her body, and he sank into her core. Like a vise, her body clamped down on his cock, and she arrived at the breaking point. She shattered, but he continued to push her ecstasy. Not far behind her, he impaled her over and over. A strange and heady mix of power and something like love swept through him. Then physical sensation surged, pushing the foreign sensations aside. His balls tightened and he pulled out to finish on her breasts. His legs quive
red and he gasped for breath until his pleasure subsided. She lay there glowing from her release, a goddess. Right after he punished her for her tardiness, he planned to worship her all over again.
First, the punishment.
Kat’s breathing slowed once his body reared off hers. She was lost, everything he did to her was diametrically opposed to who she believed herself to be now. How could she enjoy his dominance when it was the very essence of what she had avoided in marriage? Why did this feel so good?
Her haze cleared and she realized he was cleaning himself. Next he wiped his semen from her chest then set the towel aside so he could release her restraints.
“There now. Give your arms a shake. Massage them a bit to get the blood flowing again.” He smiled at her, a gentle upturn of his lips. There wasn’t any pain; it was more discomfort as feeling returned. Within a few moments it had passed.
“All better now?”
Kat nodded. “Quite. Thank you.” This was why it worked for her, because in his dominance lay care and concern. Most men would have not taken the time to see to her sexually, much less after.
Sir handed her a glass of wine, which she was grateful to accept. She emptied half the glass before he took it back. He was no longer smiling. Her stomach knotted.
“It is time to deal with your punishment. Follow me.” He sat on the bench at the foot of the bed, plenty big enough to support his huge frame and hers once she joined him. “Come. Lay across my lap.”
Kat draped herself over his thighs, her hips crossing one of his legs. Her backside was turned up to him, and her face was down. Fear edged near the surface, scraping at her sensitized skin. He smoothed his warm palm over one cheek. She baulked.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. No flinching. You earned this.” He chided her just before the first smack rang out.
Crack.
Heat bloomed in her backside. His hand landed on the other cheek. Now both sides were warm as though she had stood in front of the fire in her bloomers. Two more quick spanks, one on each side rained down. Then he slid his hand along the inside of her thighs and slipped a finger into her slick sheath. The fear made a hasty retreat.
“Oh yes. You do like the spankings. I wish you could see this. Your backside is so rosy and your pussy is drenched.”
Moisture welled in her eyes as the need for more than that single finger left her stunned. She wanted more. Needed more. Two more slaps popped off across her bottom, and he slid in a second finger. She moaned and surged back in to the penetration.
“Now, Kat. Are you going to ever keep me waiting again?” Sir demanded as he held just the tips of the two digits at her opening, teasing her.
“No, Sir!” She was desperate now. Needed those fingers back inside working her, wanted a third if he would give it.
“Good girl,” he said and slid three fingers back in her channel. She mewled in pleasure as he worked in and out of her body. He popped her on the bum again, lighter this time. Just enough of a smack to sting a little and heighten her pleasure. “Tell me, have you ever taken a man here?” He thrust a finger against the muscle of her rear passage, not enough to penetrate, but to illustrate where he meant.
“No, Sir.” He slid those wonderful, slick fingers back in and out, then stopped.
“I want to take you there at some point. Will you let me?” He shifted her to lay across the bench as he knelt next to her.
“Yes.” He could do anything he wanted if he would make her come. She was close to telling him, but bit her tongue. It was too much for him to know. He pushed his fingers back inside, then out and dragged them to transfer her wetness to her rear entrance. A single digit slid inside her pussy and gathered her moisture before deserting her. The three fingers returned to her slick channel while his lone finger worked past her tight rear muscle.
Kat had never experienced anything like it, her body spasmed and released in instant response. He worked the three fingers in her pussy in concert with the digit in her backside until she exploded. Her muscles pulsed around his fingers and lights danced across her closed eyes.
“Sir. Don’t stop!” He continued working his fingers until her climax calmed. Limp. Spent.
Sir rolled her over and gathered her in his arms. He carried her to the bed and bid her sleep for a bit. She protested when he didn’t find release, but he assured her his time would come again. He kissed her and settled next to her on the bed.
A loud snap and pop from the fireplace woke Heath. He rolled over and found Kat still asleep. Unwilling to consider the odd sensations from earlier, he concentrated on the sleeping form snuggled in the bed. Waking a woman was one of his specialties. He stood and stretched before he slipped the covers off her body. She still wore the corset and one and a half of the stockings. Gentle with her, he untied the front lacing and slipped the garment from under her body. A sound sleeper, her even breathing continued undisturbed. Next, he worked the stocking that had fallen down her leg off her foot. Finally he released the garter on the other leg and dragged the stocking off.
Now that she was nude for him, his cock reared its head. He leaned down and spread her thighs with the gentlest touch. Her wet quim was exposed, and its dampness declared the general subject of her dreams. With a self-satisfied smile, Heath ran his tongue up her center to gather what dew he could find. She stirred. As he parted her folds and caressed her clit with his tongue, a moan escaped from the still sleeping Kat.
The combination of a finger working in and out of her body while his tongue worked on her nub was what drew her to a fully wakeful state. She half rose from the bed, but he held her pinned with his weight and his free arm.
“Oh,” she said, surprise written all over her face. “I believed I was dreaming.” She smiled and settled back on to the bed.
“Hhhmmm, I think you were. I was being helpful.” He smiled at her and dove back into his labors.
A second finger paired with a few more flicks of the tongue and she moaned his name as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. Loving the light and sweet taste of her, Heath continued to lap at her pussy. He rose up and laid his mouth across hers, letting her taste her juices on his tongue and lips. His cock throbbed as she kissed him, slicking her tongue across his lips to gather her own taste from him.
“I love my taste on you.” The words slipped out as a low sexy purr that shot straight to his groin.
“I love tasting you, so it works well for both of us,” Heath agreed, inching down to flick her nipple with his tongue. She shivered in his arms, and he liked it so he did it again.
“Mmmmm. I want to take you in my mouth, the way you have me.” She shoved against his chest, but he chose not to move.
“No. Not this time. I wouldn’t last, and I have plans for you.”
He rose up and took her with him. They stood next to the bed wearing nothing but firelight. He smacked her bottom and pointed at the bed. “I want you on all fours.”
With a nod she crawled back on the bed and assumed the commanded position. She was stunning. He found her more and more beautiful each time they were together. Each boundary they explored made him appreciate her more. He ran a hand up her right thigh, like he did when inspecting a thoroughbred. The muscle quivered in response to his touch. He slid a finger through her folds to ensure she was still moist, and found her wetter than when he’d left her a few moments before.
Without further delay, he climbed behind her on the bed and nudged his head against her opening. He surged forward until the thickness of his cock was nestled inside of her body.
“I’ll not be gentle. I need to claim you again.” His gravelly voice grated on his own ears, like the grinding of the millstone at his country home.
“Yes, Sir. I need to be claimed by you.” She glanced over her shoulder and met his gaze with her own. He realized she meant what she said, and so he plunged into her body in one swift filling stroke. He took her. Used her. And then he spent his seed on her backside.
Chapter Five
As the sun filtere
d in to the room, a knock on the door preceded a maid who wheeled in a table for two laden with breakfast.
“Will there be anything else, Sir?”
“That will be all. Thank you.” He rose from the bed as the door shut behind the maid. “Come, Kat. We must eat to keep our strength.”
“Mmm. I could eat a rasher of bacon.” She stretched and smiled unconscious of her semi-nudity.
“Put your robe on or I may not last long enough to eat this delicious breakfast without having you again,” he rumbled as he tied his own robe closed.
“Yes, Sir.” She smiled. And once robed, settled in the chair he held out for her.
He pulled the other wing chair up and settled across from her delightful, but rumpled, form. He fixed her a plate after asking what she preferred, and then fixed his own. “May I ask why you agreed to my offer?”
Her fork paused halfway to her mouth, then continued on. She chewed her food slowly, stalling for time.
“Remember your promise to be honest,” he urged.
“I do.” She drew a slow breath. “There are things I have seen done here that I would like to experience myself. I have enjoyed our times together. You have always been a considerate partner, so I decided to try this. I am no slattern who revels in jumping from bed to bed; the arrangement you offered appealed to my desire for more consistency in who I lay with.”
“Marriage offers the same consistency for far longer terms.” His heart thundered against his ribs.
“Marriage also makes a woman vulnerable.” She stabbed the eggs on her plate.
“It can make a man equally as vulnerable.”
She snorted. “You know our society only allows a married woman those rights granted to her through her husband. A husband has no onus to be faithful beyond being a man of his word. Women are far more vulnerable in marriage. Whereas with our arrangement, I can end it any time I see fit, and you have no domain over me beyond that which I grant within these four walls. That is what appealed to me. Why did you make the offer?”
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