Holding Court

by Celeste Rupert

  Her foot slipped and she lost her balance, falling towards him and hitting the water with a splash. His laughter rumbled in his chest as he supported her, his arms around her. “Careful, love,” he said, helping her back upright, but not letting her go. “What did you trip on?”

  “There’s some water,” she said, breathless from the fall, and from him. “I splashed the floor earlier.”

  “Splashed?” He let her go and raised an eyebrow. “What were you doing that you splashed water out of the tub?”

  Clara’s face grew hot as she remembered and she tried to turn away, but he caught her wrist and pulled her back.

  A grin spread over his face. “What were you doing, Clara?”

  She shook her head and tried to pull away, but he gave her a tug and she found herself leaning over him again.

  “Tell me.” His voice was a husky rumble as he lifted her chin with a wet hand, making her meet his eyes. “Were you thinking of me?” Clara nodded. “Thinking about what I would do to you?” He brought his other hand up as he talked, his work-roughened fingers rolling one firm nipple. Clara closed her eyes and let her head fall back, enjoying the sensation. “Did you touch yourself?” Clara nodded without opening her eyes. He continued to play with her breast—the sensations coursed through her. “Did you come?” he asked, and Clara’s eyes flew open at the crude question. He grinned. “Did you come, just from thinking of me?” She stared at him, not answering. He pinched her nipple hard and asked again, “Did you come?”

  “Yes!” Clara cried out, the bite of pain mixed with pleasure making her squirm. He released her so suddenly she staggered.

  “Show me.”

  “What?” Clara shook her head, her eyes wide. “No, I can’t.”

  He grinned that wicked grin again. “You will. Go get the chair and put it at the foot of the bath. I want a good view.”

  “No,” Clara said again, backing away. “It’s too embarrassing, I wouldn’t know what to do with you there looking at me.”

  “Do what you did before. Or better yet, just do what I tell you to do.”

  Clara hesitated.

  “Go get the chair.”

  “I’ll get the chair,” Clara said, making no promises beyond that. She carried it over to the foot of the tub.

  “Closer.”

  She shoved it forward, and winced at the noise of the legs scraping on the floor.

  “Now sit.”

  Clara sat, the smooth wooden seat cold on her bottom. The end of her hair was wet again from dangling in the tub, and it was chilly against her. She shivered and folded her hands primly in her lap to wait for his instructions. She wasn’t planning to volunteer anything, but she didn’t want to disobey either. She knew from experience that following Court’s orders always ended up quite pleasurably for her, even if she was uncertain at first.

  “What did you do before? Did you touch your breasts?”

  Clara tried to remember. “The water was on them, hot and then cold.”

  “Touch them now,” he said. “Play with them like I did, roll them, pinch the nipples.”

  Clara lifted her hand then stopped in mid-air, unsure.

  “I want to see you touch yourself.”

  The need in Court’s voice spurred her to action. Clara cupped one breast in her hand, lifting the weight, then ran her fingers over the tight nipple. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, pinching gently. She looked at Court, watching him as he watched her. His eyes were dark with desire and something twisted in her belly. She switched hands and squeezed and tugged at her other breast, as turned on by watching his reaction as she was by the sensations.

  “Spread your legs,” he said, and Clara hesitated for only an instant before she complied. She wanted to see how she affected him and was gratified to see him catch his breath and shift as she opened her knees wide. “Slide forward,” he said, his voice sounding choked now. “I want to be able to see everything.”

  Clara scooted her bottom forward, her toes supporting her weight on the floor, her hands still on her breasts. She was torn between being scandalised to have the most private part of her on display, and empowered by the pure want in Court’s eyes as he looked at her.

  “Now touch yourself.”

  Clara kept her eyes on Court as she slowly moved one hand down her stomach, then lower, sliding one finger into the slippery cleft. She was surprised at how hot she was—hot and wet—she hadn’t noticed that in the water of her bath. She drew her finger down and back up then ran it over the sensitive tissue there, and her hips thrust farther forward of their own accord. She let her head fall back and used her other hand to pinch and tug at her nipple. She repeated the stroke between her legs, her breath coming in gasps, her eyes closed.

  “Did you put your finger inside yourself?” Court’s voice was barely above a whisper.

  “Yes.” Clara’s voice came out louder than she’d intended, echoing in the small room.

  “Do it.”

  Clara sat up, opened her eyes and saw he had one hand beneath the water, stroking himself slowly, making even ripples in the surface of the water. “Do it now,” he said again, his eyes on her.

  She dipped one finger into her hot, wet passage, and it slipped in so easily that when she withdrew it she re-entered with two. She heard Court catch his breath and watched him while she moved, sliding her fingers out then back in again. She kept her eyes on him as she began massaging the sensitive nub with her thumb.

  It was easier this time, with Court right there, his hand moving up and down under the water, his gaze hot on her. He was here, with her, at last. She felt the tidal wave of sensation start to build and realised her hips were pumping against her hand. Her eyes drifted closed again.

  “No, open your eyes”—Court’s voice was brittle—“I want to see you come, I want to see your eyes.”

  Clara looked into Court’s eyes, saw the muscles in his neck tense as he watched her. She bit her lip, which did very little to muffle her cry as she crashed into her orgasm, bucking on the edge of her chair until she collapsed forward, the edge of the tub hard in her hands, her legs and hips twitching with the last ripples of pleasure.

  There was a splash as Court lunged towards her then his lips were on hers, hot and demanding, and she threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him, unable to catch her breath and not caring. He hadn’t even touched her, not really, and still he could make her body sing, just knowing he was there, with her, at last.

  “I can’t wait,” he mumbled again her lips. “I need some release, but it’s not time, it’s not time for us yet.” He stood up in the tub, looking down at her. “Please,” he said.

  She saw his cock, hard and bobbing in front of her. She smiled and slid off the chair, onto her knees. He thrust towards her face, but she caught him and bent to lick up the entire underside of his shaft. She felt his cock jump in her hands as he moaned above her. Again he thrust towards her open mouth, and again she dodged, this pumping her hand down his penis then flicking her tongue against the bottom of the thick head.

  Court swore under his breath and bunched his hands in her hair on either side of her head to hold her immobile. She opened her lips for the thrust. His cock slammed into her mouth, stopping just before he started to choke her, forcing her mouth wide, and she closed her lips and sucked as he began to withdraw. He froze, and she began to move her mouth up and down, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, then sucking hard as she pulled back, her tongue twisting back and forth around the head of his penis and making him moan. Clara loved the effect she had on him. She knew his cock so well, knew just what made him shudder with need for her, the same way she needed him.

  “Oh love, your mouth is a miracle, I’m not going to last any time at all, it has been too long, far, far too long.” Court finished the sentence with a yell and pumped twice, hard into her mouth. The hot jets hit the back of Clara’s throat and she struggled to swallow. Court yelled again and held her h
ead against him for a moment, then dragged her roughly to her feet and kissed her, his breathing ragged, chest heaving. “A miracle,” he said, holding her close as he caught his breath, running his hands up and down her back.

  Chapter Four

  Court kissed her deeply as he stepped out of the tub, tugging her with him towards the bed. Lost in the heat of his kiss, Clara stumbled along, letting him support her. He stopped then kissed his way down her neck, over her chest, taking her breast in his mouth. Clara pulled him close, vaguely aware that he was picking something up off the floor, but not caring about anything other than the feel of his mouth and his tongue and his teeth. He straightened, meeting her lips again, his tongue teasing hers and Clara leaned into him as he took her hands from around his neck, moving them behind her.

  Before Clara realised what he was doing, her hands were tied tight behind her back, bound by what felt like the silk belt from her dressing gown. Clara stepped back, pulling at her bonds. He’d never bound her before, and a rush of apprehension bubbled beneath her desire. “What are you doing?” Clara tried to keep from sounding anxious. There was no doubt in her mind that she was safe with Court, that he wouldn’t do anything to cause her distress, but the new restriction still made her belly flutter with nervousness.

  “It’s time for your punishment, Clara.” Court smiled down at her, his dark hair falling over his eyes. “You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

  “No, I…” Clara tried again to pull free and her voice trailed off.

  “You can’t seem to keep your hands off of me tonight.” Court bent and kissed her hard, and she leaned so far into him that he had to steady her to keep her from falling when he pulled away. “I thought I better get those hands under control. Now”—he sounded all business as he picked up the leather belt he’d left on the bed—“bend over the bed.”

  Clara hesitated, trembling at the anticipation of the stinging leather belt wielded in Court’s strong arm.

  Court grabbed her bound hands and shoved her face down on the low bed. Her knees hit the floor with a bang. Clara gasped and tried to struggle, but he pulled up on her hands, and she pressed her face farther into the blankets to avoid wrenching her shoulders. She turned her face to the side so she could breathe, panting with a combination of fear and desire and concentrated on the moment. The pull of the silk tie on her wrists, the anticipation of waiting for the first blow to fall, the awareness of Court, here with her after so long apart. She focused on savouring every second, so that the memories would last during the long, lonesome weeks and months until Court came to her again.

  Clara heard the belt slice through the air a second before the blow landed on her soft bottom. The sharp crack reached her ears, followed quickly by another then the pain registered and she tried to jerk away, the heat spreading through her skin, and as it always did, straight to her cunt, making it throb with need.

  Court swung the tail of his belt at Clara’s ass again, watching as the ribbons of red flamed on all that soft, pale skin. She squirmed and wiggled, her hips bouncing with each blow, but Court watched as she moved, her hips arching up, into the lash of the belt as though she could never get enough. The sight of her, bound and writhing on her bed as the blows he landed turned her ass to crimson, already had him hard again. Her face was turned towards him, smashed into the blankets. He met her gaze and saw the heat in her eyes and faltered as he lifted the belt, his breath leaving him. She was so beautiful. Beautiful and strong, and he was not going to take her for granted any longer.

  Court thought of the gift, tucked away in his coat pocket, and felt a flicker of uncertainty as he looked down at her. Her mouth was open, her dark hair falling across her face and blowing with each of her panting breaths, and he stopped to brush it back so he could see her better, and he sent out a silent prayer that she would accept his gift. She smiled at him and he touched her face then raised the belt again for a final hard, stinging blow.

  Clara screeched in pain, bouncing hard enough to make the bed rattle and his cock throb along with her movement. He tossed the belt aside, letting it land near her on the bed, and rubbed her ass, red and radiating heat under his hand. She moaned as he caressed her skin, tracing the lines of each blow.

  “You didn’t really forget that I told you to be naked, did you, Clara?”

  She bit her lip and didn’t answer, so he raised his hand and slapped her tender bottom with a resounding smack. Clara bounced again. “No,” she said quickly as he raised his hand again. “No, I wanted to you punish me.”

  Court leant down close to her face while he went back to gently stroking her ass. “Why?” he whispered in her ear. Clara closed her eyes. “Why did you want me to punish you? Does it turn you on? Does it make you all wet for me?” He brought his palm down on her ass again, anticipating her answer.

  “Yes!” Clara cried, her eyes flying open.

  Court grinned, his mouth close to her flushed face. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes,” Clara whispered, “yes, it makes me wet for you.”

  Court kissed her hard. He didn’t think he could ever get tired of kissing her, every kiss was so hot and she met him with such passion and strength. He trailed his hand down between her legs and he moaned into her mouth as his fingers found the proof of what she’d said, how hot and wet and ready she was from the punishment of his belt. “So wet,” he breathed, then made himself pull away.

  “What…?” Clara sounded confused as she struggled to get up.

  Court grabbed her elbow and flipped her onto her back, enjoying the way her breasts bounced at the movement, lifted and completely on display with her hands tied beneath her, behind her back. “You disobeyed me on purpose because you wanted to be spanked. I think that earns another spanking, don’t you?” Court winked at her as she tried to roll back over and present her delightful red bottom once again. “Ah, ah, ah, that’s not what I had in mind.” He leaned over her and ran a hand up her side to cup a breast, holding the nipple up and accessible to him.

  Chapter Five

  “No!”

  Court watched Clara’s eyes open wide in alarm as she realised what he had in mind for such a tender portion of her anatomy. She tried to sit up, to scramble out of his reach. Court grabbed her arm and hauled her farther up the bed, then sat on her legs to hold her in place.

  He leant down and kissed her until he felt her relax, enjoying the way his cock brushed against the soft skin of her belly. He spoke softly to reassure her. “Remember the first time I punished you? How afraid you were, and how that fear made you come even faster?” Clara squirmed under him, and he knew she did. He cupped her breast again, holding it firmly in place with one hand, reaching for the belt with the other. He hesitated as he lined up carefully, watching her reaction. Her eyes widened and mouth opened as she tensed and trembled, waiting for the first blow. Then he brought the tail of the leather belt down squarely on the sensitive nipple.

  Clara shrieked and writhed, and he immediately switched and landed the next blow on her other side. She heaved beneath him as he gave her breasts alternating blows, arching her back into each lash of the belt, moaning. She tossed her head back and forth, her hair thrown across her face and her red, stinging breasts.

  He stopped raining the blows abruptly, then dropped the belt and took one red, swollen nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

  Clara bucked under him, nearly throwing him off as she yelled, “Yes! Yes, yes, yes.”

  He switched his attention to her other breast and she started rocking beneath him. “Now,” she said, her voice ragged and breathless. “I need you inside me, Court, I need you now. Please, don’t wait.”

  At her words, Court let out a low growl from deep in his chest, and Clara found herself flipped back over onto her face, her hair in her mouth, making it hard to breathe. Her body was awash in sensation, her nipples alive with heat and pain and sending ripples of crackling energy throughout her body as Court dragged her face-down across the rough blanket. He jerked her hips u
p, bringing her to her knees, her hands still tied behind her, leaving her face and breasts to support her. She felt his mouth on the still burning skin of her bottom, his tongue making cool trails on her inflamed skin. His teeth closed on her as he bit her once, twice, and she gasped at the sizzling currents that coursed through her. She felt Court’s hands press into the soft flesh of her thighs, moving her legs farther apart, and she readjusted her balance on her knees as best as she could without the use of her hands.

  Finally, finally, she felt the head of his cock as he slid it up and down her slit. Clara trembled as the movement stimulated the nerves of her cunt, slipping over the hard bud of her clit and making her jerk. Over and over he traced, up and down, until Clara was rocking against him with need. “Please,” she gasped. “Please, Court, oh please.”

  He grabbed her hip then moved his cock to her opening and began to press inside. Clara shuddered as her tissues stretched to accommodate the size of him. He slipped inside an inch at a time, slowly, until at last he filled her. She was full, complete, and sudden tears sprung up in her eyes. In this moment, this night, Court was hers. That had been enough once, the stolen moments, but now there was more here, more between them.

  He pulled out of her, leaving Clara empty and arching to find him, then thrust into her, hard and fast and she cried out as the force drove her face farther into the blankets. Court reached forward and grabbed two handfuls of her hair, pulling her head back and leaving only her sensitised breasts on the wool blanket as he started long, steady, rhythmic thrusts that made her blood heat and churn as she rocked against him. Clara panted, her breath coming in little whimpers as her whole world centred down to where they were joined, to the rhythm Court made and the feel of him behind her, big and strong and powerful. Completely in control of her—of her pleasure and her pain and her desire.