Judith kneeled and bent her head. She curled her tongue around that enticing tip and sipped delicately and with deliberate enjoyment at his juices. He tasted salty and his musky scent filled her. With each touch, his cock jerked its approval of her ministrations. Her clit clenched and her curls dampened in appreciation of his ardor. Emboldened, Judith took his length into her mouth, and let her teeth graze him, just a little. She was acting on impulse alone; nowhere had she read directions to do this. His cock responded with enthusiasm, and more juices slid along its length. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kitty watching her, a smile of appreciation on her face. One hand held onto Stephen’s shoulder as he swayed forward into her touch, the other rested over her quim. Even though she was fully dressed, Judith saw the way Kitty’s nipples stood out and her face was flushed as she watched.
Stephen groaned, and ran his tongue around his lips. His eyes were half-closed, his skin slick with sweat, and his chest rosy with arousal.
“No more.” His voice was hoarse. “For if you continue to milk me so, I will spill into your mouth and lose the chance to introduce you to the less esoteric delights of the flesh.”
She moved her mouth with reluctance off his prick and sat back on her knees. Stephen laughed.
“Almost the submissive love.”
Judith had no idea what he meant, but the look in his eyes sent heat coursing through her.
“I’m sorry, my lord?”
“No need my love, you will soon understand. Now, your bath. Will you let Kitty attend to you? I will bathe and return. Or…” he broke off.
“Or?” she prompted. “Or what?”
“Or I bathe with you, and Kitty attends to us both?”
CHAPTER FIVE
His heart thudded as if it were a ramrod loading a musket, and his skin prickled as if thousands of honeybees stung him, so aware of Judith was he. Stephen was in paroxysms of anxiety. Had he spoiled everything by his demands? As much as he hoped not, he knew he had to be open and honest from the outset. Now his mind was made up, it would be all or nothing.
“Well?” he asked. “What will it be?”
Judith stared at him, and he saw the flash of fire in her eyes. “I am waiting to be shown, my lord.” She paused, and lowered her lashes, but not before he saw the fire replaced by something else. It was, he thought, devilment. “This time.”
“Minx.” He could not but admire her courage. “If you agree to this now, you agree to be submissive to me and my demands, Judith. I will be in charge, you will obey.” Once more the room was silent. He felt waves of anxiety from Kitty wash over him. She alone knew of his demons.
Judith cocked her head to one side. “You think so, my lord?”
“I know so,” he replied firmly. “I am what I am Judith. I need to be in charge, to demand and dominate and receive instant obedience. That is what I am. I can be no other way. Which is why you need to think, and well. Once we enter into our contract it will be as binding as a marriage. We will have each other, you will if you so desire have Kitty. We will be faithful, true, open, and honest. What say you?” Had he explained well enough? Did Judith understand the great demands he placed upon her?
The silence grew. Then she sighed.
“I think we need to try. I am innocent in the ways of eroticism, indeed innocent of all things sexual. I know you will not harm me, all I can do is beg you to let me ask questions, and stop if I cannot accept your actions.”
The breath he hadn’t realized he was holding rushed out in a whoosh. She was prepared to try. Now it was up to him to convince her they could mesh. He shied away from the thoughts of some of his more extreme loves; they could wait a while. If they stumbled at those posts, so be it.
“That is a given. You will choose a word, which if uttered, I stop everything with immediate effect, never to return to that activity. That is why, Judith, I say, choose your word, and remember it. It will be your way of stopping whatever is happening. But do not use it lightly, once uttered it cannot be revoked.”
“I’m sorry?” she sounded as bewildered as she looked.
He kissed her nose and pulled her to her feet. Was he pushing too hard and fast? A black cloud surrounded him. Annoyed, he pushed his demons away. Now is not the time to claim me.
“Go with Kitty, let her bathe and relax you. I will return in an hour with some delicacies to tease your palate. You will need sustenance.” He bowed and turned to leave the room.
“My lord?” Her voice rang with determination. “It would please me greatly if you joined me in the bath. “’Tis big enough for three, I think?” Her face was flushed and her hands trembled, but her voice was resolute.
Stephen swung back to stare at her. By her side Kitty was smiling, her face also flushed and full of something more than pleasure at Judith’s agreement. Hope, he wondered. Because Kitty was the single person who knew what demons rode him, how he paced the hall at night, unable to sleep, crying inside for what he could not have—or so he had thought. The decisions I have to make.
“Are you sure?” Why am I asking that? Why am I pushing her? He knew why. He would not let her decide later he had misled her in any way.
Judith rolled her eyes. “Stephen, I have been sure I want you these past three years. No.” She held her hand up to stop him answering her. “Do not speak yet. Or you.” She looked at Kitty who shook her head in agreement. “Right, my lord, let me say this once and for all. You are the one I want. You seem to think I have no ideas of your preferences? Oh my lord, are you so naïve you do not realize women talk? I accept I do not totally understand.” She wrinkled her nose. “The mechanics of…” She trailed off and blushed as she glanced at Kitty and back to him.
“You may speak free and with total openness in front of Kitty, Judith. We do not partake of each other in any sexual way, but she knows all about me. If you agree to be my life, as will you.” Would she carry on? He rubbed his clammy hands on his thighs. His cock twitched in hope.
Judith nodded. “And what I do?”
“Remains between us three,” he said. The smile on her face gave him hope and any black clouds that lingered drifted away. She nodded, and her smile was one of a siren, designed to lure.
“Then let us bathe.”
His heart stopped as she stood on tip-toe and kissed him, her mouth soft on his lips. Her hands brushed his nipples and her mound brushed his eager cock. Her eyes were bright with desire. She was all temptress. From the corner of his eye, he saw Kitty, her eyes full of unshed tears—of sadness he thought—move away. It seemed Judith did as well, for she broke off the kiss.
“No,” she said sharply. “Please stay. I wish to find out everything. I am not going to agree to something and then to find I have bare plumbed the depths. There can be no gentle wooing now. ‘Tis all or nothing. Kitty, you are somewhat overdressed for the occasion. Or, am I reading this incorrectly? You said you and Stephen do not partake of each other. So how does this work?”
Stephen put his finger over her lips. He tried to ignore the zap of desire that sped though his as her tongue slipped between her lips and wetted his digit.
“Let me show you.” He lifted her with ease and walked towards the overlarge bath. Behind him Kitty shrugged off her robe and moved to stand by the edge.
Stephen stepped without effort over the rim, and lowered Judith into the scented water. He sat at one end and pulled her back towards him so his cock rubbed the cleft of her ass. She sighed with pleasure and tried to wriggle even closer. He nipped the nape of her neck, and brought his hands to her breasts.
Kitty stepped into the bath and knelt at the far end facing them. Under his teasing fingers Judith’s nipples hardened and she moved her legs restlessly.
“Part them. Keep your legs open and let Kitty take you to heaven,” he commanded.
***
Judith felt the water swirl around her, rubbing her already sensitive skin. Behind her, the coarse hairs that surrounded Stephen’s staff tickled her. His cock rubbed her as if t
o remind of delights yet to come. Her nipples were hard nubs and ached for something; she had no idea what. A strange sensation, almost of pleasure and pain entwined, filled her, sending tingles into every inch of her. Even her scalp prickled.
Stephen slid one hand under her to reach her honey pot and slide one finger into her. Taken by surprise, Judith arched upwards with a keening cry. Water splashed over the top of the bath and onto the floor. Stephen pulled her back. Without moving his finger except to scrape her channel with exquisite care, he held her down. Kitty lowered her head towards her. Surely not? Kitty took one of Judith’s nipples into her mouth and sucked. A rush of moisture filled Judith’s cunt. With a laugh Stephen nipped and tugged on her nape.
“Too much?” he asked. His voice was like the liquid chocolate she drank each morning.
“Ah, no-no.” Was that thready voice hers? Could he hear the wanting in it? It seemed he could because his lips tightened on her neck, and she felt the tug as he pulled the flesh into his mouth.
“Good, because this is but the beginning. Now I have marked you as mine. Soon I will ink you, somewhere private for us alone to see and savor.” Judith felt her channel stretched as he inserted another finger. Her state of excitement went higher, and she whimpered.
“Ah love, you are doing well. You like all these tingles and shivers we are creating for you, don’t you?”
Judith couldn’t answer. She was too immersed in those sensations. She moaned as Kitty turned her attentions to her other nipple. As Kitty’s lips closed around one areola, Judith felt Kitty’s hand pinch the other one hard. Pain shot through her, but before she had a chance to complain, it changed into pleasure. Hot excitement filled her like molten lava. She squirmed, wanting more of everything.
Stephen pushed hard into her cunt. The water made his hand slippery and her quim receptive.
“Keep your legs wide. Do not close them whatever you feel.”
Judith nodded. In truth she was bewildered. Why did he think she needed to deny him?
One moment later she found out.
She was lifted high out of the water. It streamed off her body, and created ever increasing ripples in the water. Kitty slipped out ahead of them, and lifted a large towel to shroud her. As the moisture was blotted from her body, Judith felt something was missing.
“Why is Kitty now absent?” she asked. “Is she ashamed of touching me?”
“What?” Stephen sounded startled. “Oh love, no. Never that. She has…” he hesitated. “A role to fulfill. Masters to answer to. Once she has satisfied them, she will return. Then if you wish, well, she will be of us.”
Judith was bewildered. She had no idea to what he was referring. Dare she ask? Before she had time to frame her words her eyes were covered with a dark, soft cloth. The towel was wrapped tight around her, pinning her arms to her sides. If it was not for the fact that her arse was bare and the cooling draught on her heated nether regions, she decided it was how a swaddled baby must feel. Not uncomfortable, but comforted and safe.
Apart from my arse on view to all and sundry. She could just hope the all and sundry stopped at Stephen.
All thought of Kitty went out of her head as Stephen lifted her with ease and put her over his shoulder. Her hair fell from its pins and flowed downwards, covering his back. Her head faced his arse. Still uncovered, it was, she decided, a very nice arse. However, she was sure there was a better way to see it?
“You are on your honor not to speak until I direct a question to you, Judith. You will listen, do as you are told and nothing else. Do you understand? Say ‘Yes Sirius.’ If you agree. If you do not, I will take you to your room.”
Sirius? Why am I answering a star?
The sharp tap on her arse startled her out of her reverie. The heat it generated made her curls damp, her clit clench. Two more followed, each harder than the last. “I’m waiting Judith. You gave me leave to show you my life. This is the start. So?”
How could she answer when her body was alive, craving his touch? Who would have thought chastisement so arousing?
“Judith, now or never.” His voice was stern, almost harsh. She shivered as his finger teased her anus. Even trussed up as she was, goose bumps ran up her arms. Judith was sure the hairs stood on end.
“Oh.” She had forgotten she still hadn’t answered him. “Yes Sirius.”
“Good girl.” Once more three hard slaps on each cheek had her juices coating her. Fire filled her. Her cunt was dripping and her thighs wet. He laughed, happy to find it so.
“We must choose you a safe word. I believe we were distracted earlier. So a word if you please. One you say if my directions or actions are unacceptable to you.”
“Gift.”
He stopped the erotic tracing of the contours of her arse. “Gift?” he echoed.
For once it seemed she had stunned him.
“Gift,” Judith repeated, not trying to keep the satisfaction out of her voice. “For what you are about to give to me.”
“One can but hope you think it such once you have experienced it,” he said. “Keep your head down, the passage is narrow, its ceiling low. I do not wish your delicate skin to be marked in any way other than by me,” he commanded.
What did he mean? Judith went to speak, and remembered his silence diktat just in time. He was correct; the corridor was scarce wide enough to let him walk without touching the walls. Once he ducked and cursed. She presumed the roof was lower than he assumed. As he walked he did not break his smooth caress of her arse.
“Good girl. I can feel you quivering with questions. They will be answered, I promise. You are so wet.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in his voice. “I am going to enjoy making you gush for me Judith. By the time this night is over, you will know more of the art of love than most of the ton ever will. I will fuck you until you beg for release, show you the delights to be felt as your dark passage is filled and I spill into you. I will watch as you cry out with joy as Kitty eats your quim and you eat hers. Demand you suck my cock and drink my juices, tie you, torment you, and demand you obey my every command. And over and above all, I will love you.”
She could not have answered even if she had been bidden to. His simple, arousing words silenced her with their sincerity. Her body was so alive, she wanted to scream. To touch him, and feel his desire soak her.
Her world spun as he turned a corner. Even through her blindfold, light hit her eyes.
“Now my love. Be brave.”
Brave? What does he mean?
Her body was slid down his. Her cunt and breasts rubbed against him as he set her on her feet.
“Now love, it is time to learn.”
What does he mean?
CHAPTER SIX
Stephen set his love on her feet, pulled off the towel and guided her to the bed. In truth, he hoped she could relax now. However, if he was honest, he felt it was not possible. Too much rested on the next few hours. Beside him, Judith rubbed her arms and tensed as she looked around her. He tried to see the room as she would and winced inside. Perhaps it was a mistake to bring her to his tower with all its secrets?
No, she has to see it all. I have to show her everything that will be in our lives.
His eyes were hooded as he waited for her to comment; he could tell she had questions. Stephen realized she was waiting for permission to speak and his heart swelled with joy. She had listened and obeyed. Maybe, just maybe, these next few hours would lead to his dreams becoming reality.
“You may ask questions now, love. As long as you remember how to address me, that, in this room is paramount.”
Judith nodded, and walked to the head of the four-poster bed. She touched one curved bedpost, and slid her fingers over the grooves, curling them and flexing them within each indentation. To Stephen, the way she moved was enticing, and his cock seeped. How he wished to bury himself deep inside her.
Patience. You have waited this long without a hope. Now that hope is here. Patience.
With a glance over
her shoulder, she pushed a finger into the hole set in the middle of the wood. “This is for?”
“Restraints.”
Her eyes widened.
He felt as though an army of spear throwers invaded him, sending hard darts of pain into his body. Was that shock or interest he saw? Her hand went to her breast and back to her side. Her chest heaved and her body flushed as a rosy blush began to cover her. He would wager her cunt was sopping.
“So, you restrain my arms?” she asked as she moved to the base where further carvings and holes held silken bindings. “And my legs? Stretched wide and my body on view?”
“Just so.” How he wished she was there, like that now. She smiled, a soft wanton, all-woman smile, and looked upward.
“And this?” Judith asked as she lifted a long chain and complicated set of ropes that hung over the bed.
“To suspend yo.. someone in.”
“Ah.” She took hold of one rope and spun it around her hand. Her eyes were bright and he saw a soft sheen of perspiration on her skin. Stephen stopped breathing. It seemed Judith was not put off—yet.
“If you agree to all I wish, I will fasten you there.” He kept his voice level and willed his cock to behave. He was hard, harder than he thought possible without being buried deep inside a woman’s body.
“You would?” Her tongue snaked between her lips and licked them. Her chest was now red, much he thought, as was her arse when he spanked her. The thought of those exciting moans she hadn’t realized she was making as he colored the soft globes of her derriere made him itch to repeat the exercise. It was almost enough to make him spill now, just watching her.
“Oh I would. Wish you to know what would happen once you were tight within those constraints? How I would touch you? Bring you to the edge over and over and forbid you to fall?”
She bit her lip. “Perhaps later? I er…Oh lord Stephen,” she said, her words tumbling out in her haste. “Yes, just show me everything. Talking is all well and good, but it is nothing like experience. I have read about you and your so-called abnormal activities in pamphlets. I have listened to others, and I know you enjoy things most people do not, but I am not most people. Who is to say what is normal? I have waited long for this. So.” She walked across to the side table where his toys of choice rested, and picked up a long leather whip, its tasseled ends a mixture of silk and hide. She ran her fingers the length of the handle and tangled with the flails. “This is to be used on me?”
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