The Perfect Gift

by Raven McAllan

  He took a deep breath and nodded. “If you do not do as I ask, respect my name. Or we choose to use it for pleasure. I need to use it.” Would she understand?

  “Ah I see.” Judith returned the whip to the table and moved to the next item. “I think. It is part of your pleasure to mark and pain me so?”

  “Mark, yes, pain? ‘Twill not be such once you learn how to embrace it.”

  “Hmm. And this short crop also?” She touched it to her lips and then stared at him. “Like this?” Her breath came is short shallow pants as she used the crop to rub her clit and tease between her legs.

  “Like that and more. And my love you have one minute to submit or say your safe word. It seems I have no need to worry you are too innocent or delicate to understand me.”

  As he watched her with deliberate intent, she touched the curls that covered her quim and used her spare hand to stroke herself. Her fingers disappeared under her muff and into her channel. It was so erotic, he rubbed his cock to match her strokes. She glanced at him and blushed. Why, after all this, does the sight of me stroking myself make her shy?

  “Shy my love? ‘Tis you who make me fuck myself. Unless I may begin? Thirty seconds.”

  Outside the uncovered window the snow still fell; in the room, the air stilled. The flames from the fire sent long shadows over them, cocooned them in their own private space.

  Once more she licked her lips. “Then.” She picked up the crop and walked towards him. As she reached him she handed it to him. Then she knelt on the floor in front of him and bent her head. Her hair fell over her shoulders and covered her breasts. She put her arms behind her back. As he watched, amazed at the beautiful position she had assumed, Judith spoke. “Sirius, may I taste you?”

  ***

  Her heart thudded loud in her ears. Judith was scared Stephen would notice and mistake excitement for terror. Her fear now was he would refuse. Her clit was on fire, her cunt wept, and she felt the evidence trickle down her thighs. Would he give his permission? She waited in nervous anticipation. His essence filled her; her mouth was dry. The one way she knew to quench her thirst was by drinking him.

  He used the tip of the crop to lift her chin. His dark eyes shone with a fire and excitement that made her cunt weep all the more.

  “Take me,” he commanded.

  Were two words ever more enticing than those?

  “Oh I will, my lord.” She lifted her arse from her heels to allow her mouth to reach him.

  The swish of the crop as it landed on her globes was unexpected. The pain radiated outwards. Judith cried out in surprise. White heat filled her, sped through her nerve ends, and stung. Again the crop landed, harder than before. She tried to sit back down, to cover her arse from his blows, but the look on Stephen’s face stopped her. He was waiting for her to cry ‘gift.’ She’d be damned if she would. Instead she bent double, presenting her arse to him for easier access. The pain stopped, and became pleasure. Such pleasure, her body hummed with it.

  “Sirius, my apologies.”

  The crop caressed her cleft. She could not help but tense as it touched her puckered hole and edged inwards. She tried not to tense at the intrusion. Those pamphlets she had ready, those damnable arousing indicting pamphlets had mentioned his love of the darkness. Each word she read had increased her excitement. Would she ever tell him how she had achieved release reading of his supposed peculiarities?

  “Ah, love, you submit so willingly to me. It will all be our pleasure. Now, no more speech.” His voice was honey smooth, and flowed around her. “I want your lips on my cock, your tongue to entice the tip, my juices to flow into your mouth. You will stop when I demand. Our first time is together, with my cock deep inside your cunt. Take me until I say otherwise.”

  This time the crop stroked her arse until it slipped between her legs and forced her upright.

  Judith looked at him from under her lashes. Her arse was on fire, her cunt dripped with the evidence of her arousal, and her skin tingled. How could she take him in this position? The angle of her body did not allow her mouth easy access. It seemed Stephen read her mind. He teased her seam with the tassels on the crop, then took her by the arm. He stood her upright.

  “Stand here. Do not touch yourself. Wait and watch. You may ask questions later.”

  Judith watched as he pulled a long bench in front of her. Her quim contracted as she saw the silk ties dangling all along the length of the wood. With a swift glance at her, he set a low padded bed beneath it.

  “I am going to tie you here Judith. I cannot in all honesty, not submit to all my darkness. This is…” He hesitated. The tone of his voice showed such desolation Judith could have wept. “This is what I need. Bend from the waist like that, love. Place your hand on the bed ends.”

  Judith was dubious. Would her arms stretch so far and still let her bend? She trusted his knowledge. She realized, with a start, she was not afraid of what he might do. Even though she had heard whispers of unnatural desires, and giver of pain spoken about, never had any woman claimed to experience them. Or indeed anything with him. How he managed to do all he said he needed, without it being confirmed, she had no idea. But with a flash of clarity, Judith understood. For she would never reveal this night, so why would others?

  As she grabbed each post, her body did indeed stretch. Her arms were at right angles to her body. Her hair once again fell all over her face as he clipped each hand into a restraint.

  “Damned hair,” she grumbled, forgetting the edict not to talk. His laugh was slow, deep, and made the hairs on her arms stand on end.

  “I think you like the teasing touch of the crop, love. Else, why speak? Do you wish me to punish you?”

  Judith had no idea how to answer. His strokes of the crop were not punishment and he knew, she knew that. They were pleasure-pain of the highest kind.

  “Judith?”

  Damn him. “It is not punishment, Sirius as well you know. It excites me and makes my body sing,” she said. “I had read and wondered. Now I know. I crave your touch in any way you choose.”

  Her legs were pushed outwards by his foot, and secured to the bottom of the bed posts. She had not seen those shackles earlier. The position was not uncomfortable, just different. She saw with shock, as he walked and sat on the high bench in front of her his cock was at a perfect height for her mouth.

  “Take me,” he demanded. “Until I say stop. And obey.”

  Hm, that, Judith acknowledged was the sticking point, she had never obeyed orders with ease. Hence her single state. If she had bowed to her parent’s diktat as expected, she would now be the Countess of Clarenth, married to a chinless wonder who she rather thought had no lead in his pencil.

  Instead she was tied four square, in front of a man whose pencil was demanding to write!

  Obedient to his demands, she bent her head and worked his rampant cock into her mouth. Once more his salty juices filled her mouth and her mind. His musky essence surrounded her. Her tongue caressed his shaft and she grazed his length with her teeth.

  His groan of enjoyment spurred her on and she sucked hard.

  “Enough now. Lift your head, let me plunder you.”

  Judith was so caught up in the moment she ignored him.

  The harsh pain across both globes of her arse made her loosen her grip and her head jerked up. The pain was pain, so harsh, so sore, she cried out.

  “What the fuck was that for?”

  The whip curled in on itself and once more whispered across her skin. Sneaky like a snake ready to strike, it was subtle biting and erotic.

  “Remember, Judith. You do not speak unless permission is given. Do you wish to use your safe word?”

  Hell yes. You bastard. Who in Hhades do you think you are? I cannot take this. I must say it, I must.

  “G…”

  However, she could not form the word. As fast as her pain filled her it dissipated and reformed into great swirls of ecstasy. Her skin sang with tiny prickles of awareness and she keened
with pleasure.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Stephen had never experienced such uncertainty as when his whip had caressed Judith’s arse. Her jerk of fear and pain seared him to the depths of his soul, even as it sent spasms of delight to his cock. Why the art of gentle pain pleased him so was as much a mystery to him now as when he discovered it. He no longer agonized over his predilections. They were him, and he was them. He saw the pain in her eyes, and he could have wept. He wanted her panting with passion and joy, not in anger or agony. She opened her mouth to speak.

  Once more he lifted his hand and let the whip fall. He had to show her, he could not stop. Three strikes: that was his need.

  As his hand fell, her eyes sent sparks of…of sweet lord pleasure to him.

  “Demon,” Judith panted. “Why?”

  He let the end of his whip trail over her cleft. Stretching under her he took the tips and rubbed her clit and quim. She squirmed and groaned and Stephen’s body tightened. The red-hot surge of pleasure filled him. His Judith was no wimp or frightened ingénue. She strained towards him as best she could in her restraints.

  “I need you in me. My body is on fire. I am wanting, Stephen, although I know not what I seek. But I know you can give it to me,” Judith pleaded. “Why you need to mark me I know not, but the pain is no longer there. Now I shake with longing. Please, help me.”

  “One more caress, love, then I will take you,” he promised. “Or perhaps two, for you have spoken again.”

  She laughed, a tiny panting sound that curled the hairs on his arms.

  “Oh Sirius, you are my lord, I gladly take all you wish to give me.”

  He bit his tongue so he didn’t laugh as she wiggled her arse, her beautiful reddened arse at him.

  “One last touch. Relax into it if you can,” Stephen warned her as he once more lifted the whip and brought it down on her soft skin. The glow he created made his body sing. He needed no more.

  He rested the whip on the floor and untied Judith. She fell into his arms, and whimpered as he rubbed her wrists.

  “Ah, love, you were so brave, so good, so receptive. Your arse is the color of your lips; my cock is ready to break if it is not inside you soon. So long I had thought this night not possible, And now…” Stephen lifted her onto the bed. Her tummy sank into the soft feathers and he rubbed her globes in soft circles. He could not help but push a finger into her entrance. To his delight, she raised herself and looked at him over one shoulder as he stretched out beside her.

  “At the risk of more chastisement, and I do not think I could bear more, for I throb, will you enter me there?” She waved her hand towards her nether hole. “One day?”

  He laughed and nipped her shoulder with his teeth. “More than just one day, if you choose to stay.” He slipped his other hand under her and began to tease her cunt.

  “Ah, so wet, Judith, I must take you now. Are you ready?”

  She raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow.

  “Sirius, I have been ready this age. So fuck me well and let me cry out again. I need to feel you flood me, to convulse inside me, and to make me yours,” she said simply, and gasped. “Ah, Stephen, I am yours. How terrible that statement sounded.”

  “Oh you are, all mine,” he reassured her. With slow deliberation, he removed his finger and ran his tongue around her anus and across the soft skin that joined the two places he was soon to enter. He sucked on her clitoris and she hissed under her breath.

  “Yessssss. I want more, I… I…”

  She convulsed under his onslaught. Before she had time to come down from her high, Stephen rolled her over onto her back.

  Judith’s eyes were bright with desire. Her skin was flushed and her body trembled under him.

  “More, Sirius. More now.”

  With studied deliberation, Stephen parted her legs and arranged one on each of his shoulders. Judith leaned forward and took his nipples in between her small fingers. Her pinch was hard. The pleasure he felt was over and above all else. His body felt like an inferno, and he saw stars. He surged forward. The slight resistance her body had given was dismissed in a second. Gone was all thought of a slow and gentle entering. All he wanted was her around him. To feel the warmth of her channel, to be held inside her, and experience her convulse when he did.

  “Now, we come together.” He gritted his teeth with the effort of restraining himself. What he wished was to thrust so long and hard she screamed and he came there and then. It was hard to realize until then she was untried and innocent. He rubbed her nub and felt it swell under his thumb, begging, no, demanding his attention.

  His skin tingled and his control shattered. With a shout loud enough to defeat all of Napoleon’s army, he released his seed, unrepentant of any consequences.

  ***

  The warmth that flooded her made Judith shake and thrash on the bed. She was so near something great, and had no idea how to get there. Still Stephen pumped into her. His fingers played music on her clit and oh my one long digit joined his cock inside her, and rubbed the sides of the crowded channel. The feelings it created made her head swim. Hot, bright lights swirled past her eyes, and her heart raced so fast, Judith thought she would pass out. Then sharp spirals of desire began to build. She strained against Stephen, pushing her quim into his hand, pulling his cock ever further inside her. As he pulsed the last of his juices into her, her body splintered and she screamed. This was such pleasure, I may well pass out. Still he touched and teased her. Her body arched, her mind went blank, waves of heat washed over her. Her skin stung, and her mind sang. I am his!

  She rode his hand, as his cock remained ensconced in her neat and tight.

  As her mind cleared and her body stopped its uncontrollable throbbing, she smelled him. His earth essence, all macho, dominant male.

  “All mine,” Judith said with satisfaction, her eyes half-closed. “You are mine.” Doubt hit her, and she opened her eyes wide. “You are mine? I do not need to share you? Even though you said I am Kitty’s if we choose?”

  He withdrew his cock, and Judith was bereft and empty. He rolled to one side and tucked her under his arm.

  “I am yours, my love, only yours if you chose to be mine.” He hesitated, and his lips kissed her eyelids. The sensation was as if a butterfly’s wing had brushed over them. Judith shivered and rested her head on his chest. The hairs tickled. She wrinkled her nose, and sneezed.

  Stephen stiffened beneath her.

  “What?”

  “Your hair tickles,” she said. “Nothing else. Except… Well, may I have explanations now?”

  His sigh racked through him. He sounded so desolate, her stomach churned in alarm. Nausea rose into her mouth and she swallowed. Were they so dark and unpleasant?

  “You can have everything,” he said. Sincerity rang through his voice. “From the beginning, until now.”

  She snuggled in to him and put one leg over his. Underneath, snug against her skin, his cock stirred, and she touched it with reverence.

  “Minx, desist, or I will once more be roused and have a need to fill you. Be warned, I will next christen your virgin arse.”

  Judith held him harder. “You promise, my lord?”

  He chuckled, and his eyes darkened with desire. “On my oath. Now behave. I do not think your arse could take my touch this night, by hand or whip.”

  She had to bow to him on that point. Her arse was still on fire, and arousing as the thought of him deep inside her nether hole might be, Judith agreed with him. She said nothing.

  “Let me begin. Do you require sustenance? Some wine perhaps.”

  “What I desire, Sirius.” She used the name deliberately. “Is for you to cease procrastinating and tell me why. Why you need to dominate, why you say Kitty and I can be lovers. And.” Another thought struck her. “Who her other masters are. How do you mean?” Her shock must have shown in her eyes because Stephen shook his head. “Ah, not as I believe you think, love. She is her own lady. Any lover she chooses will be vetted, but ‘
twill be her choice. She is a special lady. However, her story is for her to tell. She is as near a sister to me as she can be without sharing blood. I trust her with all of my life. She has held me when I have been in the depths of despair over my unrequited love for you, and knows about me. Part of my needs are to see you two together. This is how I am. To watch and see you partake of each other. To see your nipples swell at her touch, your mouth close around her honey pot, and you both cry out in fruition.”

  Her clit tingled at his words. How erotic they sounded.

  “And?” Was that shaky passion-filled voice hers?

  “And then I need to make you, make you mine, feel you submit to me. To see your skin color under my ministrations, know your sensations go from pain to pleasure.” His voice lowered and he feathered tiny, nibbling kisses across her body. “To fill you and feel you explode around me. Over and over. I have felt these needs forever. Known the first time I fucked something was missing. Then I saw a demonstration at a very select club. As the whip touched, and her body responded, I knew that was me. I have to be in charge. To bring to you all those tiny stings, greater pains, and ultimate pleasures.”

  “Why?” She struggled to understand. “I am not saying I will not be with you in all of this, Sirius, for you know I will. But I have to wonder… Why?”

  He shook his head. “I know not. Why do you submit?”

  She realized his dilemma. Why did she?

  “I know not.” She echoed his words. “But you may do as you think fit, I trust you.”