All I really wanted was for him to lean toward me and kiss me and tell me… I didn’t even dare think it but I could have sworn it was what I was feeling: love, that silly word.
“Remember, Tennie, not a word outside this room.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my whole body aching to be beside him, close to him, leaning into his warmth.
“I will have something special for you tomorrow. Now go to bed.”
I smiled, turned, and left feeling satisfied and strangely not, for I realized now what a strong, dominant man he was and what a close and intimate experience I was going to have, but there was something missing in it all. That word kept burbling in my mind. I pushed it away as best I could on the long climb up the stairs.
It wouldn’t let me get to sleep for some time and when it finally did, I dreamed of it and wondered what it might be like to marry a man like that?
Chapter Fifteen
Dr. Renshaw
It had been a harsh punishment, using the paddle on Tennie’s tender flesh. Her submission to it only served to excite me more. Her willingness to take my thumb inside her ass also demonstrated an uncanny obedience.
While I was tired enough to sleep that night, the whole next day proved a challenge to get through. I could feel her excitement next to me as she struggled to concentrate on her lessons. I was not without my own struggle. Every glance of her sent me reeling into the deep pool of memories of her delicate, naked body, her bottom pushed up, both holes ready to be explored.
Her willing submission was an intoxicant and I knew I had to restrain myself in how much of it I commanded or I might fall too deeply…
I could not even bring myself to finish the thought. It was terrifying enough to think that somehow this young girl had found her way past the walls I’d erected inside myself. It was unthinkable that the feelings she aroused in me were not something I could control easily, or at all.
After supper I retreated to my study and later, once I’d heard Mrs. Gibbins make her way upstairs, walked silently to the stairs and down into the dungeon.
I lit more candles this time, illuminating more of the instruments that lined the walls. I pulled down the Murphy bed from the wall and smoothed its sheets. My cock throbbed at the thought that one day I would take her on this very bed. But not tonight. Tonight, as I’d told her, I had something special planned.
It wasn’t long until I heard the door swing open and I turned to see her step inside. She looked even more beautiful than the night before, her long white nightgown dancing along the curves of her body in a draft.
I eyed her up and down, my cock rising again in hunger at her beauty.
“Undress.”
She obeyed immediately, as she’d done every other time and soon she was standing naked in front of me once again.
My heart began to thud inside my chest. Her ripe nipples rose at the cool air and were no doubt a sign of her own arousal. Every time I had touched her between the legs, even after whipping her soundly, she’d been slick and hot and ready to be pushed into and I had no doubt tonight would be no different.
Her gaze flitted from the floor to mine, and back down to the bed. I realized we’d been standing there for some time.
“Get onto the bed on your back, Tennie.”
Again she obeyed, scurrying across the room and lying down gingerly on the bed.
I’d noticed the whole day that she’d taken great care when sitting down and I surmised it was from the sting she still felt in her ass from her punishment of the two previous nights.
She lay down with her arms at her sides and her legs closed. I saw the vein in her neck pulsing. I was sure she was as hungry to know what this evening would bring as I was to bring her to it.
I knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled her toward me across the sheets. She gasped, surprised at my directness. Had I not had the restraint, I would have torn my clothes off and fucked her right then. I knew I couldn’t, though. Not with how she felt so… close? Was that it? Close to what?
I gripped both her ankles with one hand and raised them up, exposing her rear. Her hands flitted up to cover herself but I swatted them away with my other hand. Normally it would have earned her another correction, that sort of behavior, but I could see she was red enough already.
The red stripes where first the crop and then the paddle had landed had darkened and I had no doubt they must have still been stinging her quite a bit. She was shy of me at first, but gradually I felt her relax. I could tell that her body had entered that same state I’d noticed before. I sensed her giving herself to me. That was certainly worthy of a reward.
“Does it hurt?” I ventured, still holding her ankles up.
“A bit, sir.”
“You like this, Tennie? Having your bottom observed?”
I knew she did because the moment I spoke the words I saw her cheeks flush and a trickle of her wetness come from her soft mound.
“You like being spanked and examined, Tennie, don’t you?”
Her blush deepened and she looked away.
“Don’t you?” I growled again, insisting she reply.
“Yes, sir…” she managed to squeak, her voice a pitch higher than normal.
She was ashamed of it, I could tell, and I found it thrilling, her shame.
“You know, sometimes girls need to be humiliated, don’t you? To teach them a lesson? It often works much better than a sound lashing. Did you know that?”
She looked at me, her mouth a little open in disbelief. She shook her head; obviously she hadn’t known it but was quite intrigued to find out if what I said was true.
I smiled and let go of her ankles. Her legs fell softly to the bed and off to one side.
She stared at me through the silence and I saw thick, salty tears form in her eyes and roll down her cheeks. I wanted to crawl up onto the bed and take her in my arms and protect her from all that she’d endured, but I knew that was not what she needed most. She needed a different sort of protection. She needed to feel strong and good inside. I knew how to bring her that.
“Open your legs, Tennie.”
She sniffed and touched a finger to her nose.
I put a hand on her calf, working her apart.
Her long, supple legs swung open slowly, exposing her perfect, peachy mound crowned by the small tuft of hair she had.
A visceral pulse of lust tore through me at the sight of her opening her body to me like that. This was different than me shackling her, than her having no choice but to endure my ministrations. She was giving herself willingly here, and it seemed with an open heart. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer.
The scent of her arousal made my cock completely rigid as I placed my palms on her round ass. She stared at me, her neck craned to see every detail of what I meant to do to her.
I’d never felt so hungry to taste a woman. With a growl, I sank down and pressed my lips against her throbbing sex.
* * *
Tennie
As the heat of his lips pressed against my pulsing core, I moaned and arched my back. My thighs spread open even wider as his strong tongue slid up and down my tender slit before pressing into me. He had me firmly by the buttocks and I felt his hands kneading my soft flesh.
As his tongue worked in and out of me, I couldn’t help but bury my fingers in his thick shock of dark hair. I writhed beneath his hot and passionate mouth, my body at the mercy of his kiss.
After he’d explored me fully I felt his tongue glide up my folds again until he found my engorged clit. He caressed it softly first, spinning slow, tender circles around it, studying what made me squirm and what made me moan. Once he’d discovered those secrets, he looked up at me with purpose as his tongue began tracing a careful pattern along my clit. Each sweep of it made more pleasure swell inside my body and I felt myself tugging at his hair as my back came off the bed.
This only brought his mouth tighter against my dripping sex, his tongue grinding against me in a flurry of wet heat. E
ven there, between my legs, he was still master from the way he looked at me. I was at his whim and he could do with me what he wanted.
I felt a climax building, felt the ache growing inside my body. How I wished that he would rip his clothes off, crawl up on the bed, and fuck himself into me. How I longed to feel his rigid shaft driving deep inside me, filling me with his love. But it was not yet to be.
The ache spread throughout my body and I felt myself begin to tremble. I was so aroused and longed to be close to him so much that I was almost sitting now, my thighs wrapped around his neck, my fingers crawling in his hair. His rough stubble tickled the inside of my legs and only added the sensation of the coming climax.
Then, as if it were a command, he squeezed my buttocks with his strong hands and I knew it was the moment. I knew he wanted to taste my orgasm. The thought sent me careening over the edge.
My body shook with a violent climax, my legs shaking around his sturdy frame as wave after wave of pleasure poured through me. I seemed to be up in the throes of ecstasy forever before the shaking turned into fits and jerks and still his tongue ran the same pattern around my pussy, stretching out my pleasure until my body had nothing left and I collapsed back onto the bed, mewling but still writhing beneath his kiss.
His insistent lapping turned to soft licks and gentle kisses, as if he couldn’t taste enough of my soft sex. When he finally came off me I thought my fantasy might come true, that he might tear his clothes off and take me the way I needed to be taken. But no, he only stood up and his eyes drifted back and forth over my limp body.
“Now on your knees,” he ordered, and despite my tiredness I jumped up right away onto my hands and knees and spun to face him. I arched my back more so he might have a good view of my round bottom because I hoped I could get to him and that he would still take me tonight.
When his fingers began to fumble at his midriff, I glanced down to see that he was taking off his trousers. Arousal swept through me once more as they fell to the floor together with his underthings. Between his tree trunk legs, his thick cock hung low and full and heavy.
I’d fooled around with the alley rats enough to have seen a man’s parts before. Never I had I ever thought a cock could look like this.
It was thicker than my slender wrist and at least half as long as my forearm. The skin was darker than his other flesh and it ended in a bulbous pink head. The ache in my middle started again just at the sight of it and I longed to feel it fill me as no one had before. When I looked up, he was staring down at me, watching me enjoy the sight.
“Take it,” he commanded.
There was no need to say anymore. My body was drawn to it completely and I moved closer and reached up to touch it with my hand. As soon as I felt the hot flesh beneath my hand, my fingers wrapped around it and I felt it throb at my touch. Desperate to feel it inside me, I opened my mouth and lifted the heavy thing to my lips. I looked up to see him staring at me still, and I took the growing cock into my mouth as deeply as I could.
Moving closer, I let my tongue slide under his cock. I heard him growl in approval as I surrounded him with the wet heat of my mouth. His cock had grown half stiff now and I could only take half of him but I slid slowly back and forth, reveling in each jerk and throb I could elicit from his member.
Once he was fully erect, I could no longer reach him on all fours and I had to kneel, which made my hands free to explore his other parts. I curled my fingers around the hard muscle of his legs, ran a hand up in between them until I touched his hot, heavy sack.
This made him growl again and I felt his hand on the back of my head as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I didn’t know how much more of him I could take, but the feeling that I’d done that to him, that my mouth had made him react like that was addicting and I cupped his sack and kneaded it the way he’d kneaded my round bottom.
I felt his excitement as he grew in my mouth and, still holding me by the back of the head, pressed deeper into me until his cock touched the back of my throat.
Just when I felt I might gag and my breath began to run out, he pulled away, his bulbous head bouncing past my lips with a noisy ‘pop.’
But as soon as he had left me, I felt the deep need to have him inside of me again and I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out as I looked up at him with a pleading expression in my eyes.
He seemed to know what I craved because he took himself in hand, aimed at my mouth, and pressed back into it. I let loose a satisfied moan as he slid deeper into me. This time I wanted to be ready for him. I wanted to take all of him and make him as happy as he was making me. This time when he reached the back of my throat I opened for him and looked up to let him know he could drive himself even further inside.
He knew this, too, and slowly he worked himself further into my mouth, the head of his member stretching the back of my throat. As he moved deeper and deeper into me, I began to try to swallow him, the muscles of my throat clutching at his hardness. This pleased him because he growled again and I felt him become even harder, filling my mouth and throat completely. When I felt his heavy sack touch my chin, I knew I had done my best for him and taken all of him. I looked up to see him staring down at how his cock looked, buried completely inside my mouth.
Then I felt his hands on my shoulders, pulling me up. He was right there, holding me against his firm chest, leaning in, his mouth open, and I closed my eyes. The first warm press of his strong lips against mine melted through me, sending streaks of heat down my body and into my core. He kissed me, his tongue pushing past my lips and into my mouth to find mine.
I dared to return his kiss and that’s when something in it changed. His dominance over me subsided slightly and I felt his kiss become more tender. His hands ran up and down my naked body like a lover’s might, and now he was caressing me and not dominating me anymore. I felt something move between us, a balance, an equilibrium and I dared to reach for the buttons of his shirt.
He let me. One by one, he let me unbutton his shirt, kissing me softly the whole time until I pushed it from his shoulders and it fell to the floor. And then we were both completely naked, he and I, completely exposed to each other. Completely vulnerable.
He didn’t throw me down onto the bed; he laid me there gently and swept over me, and then his knee pressed between my soft thighs and I opened for him. We stared into each other’s eyes as he crawled between my legs, his flexing muscles making me wet and ready for him.
I couldn’t believe that it was happening because though I still felt his dominance over me, now I knew I felt his love, too and I wanted him to feel mine. We stared into each other’s eyes as his hard member pressed against my soft, wet sex. I was so wet his thick head slid easily into my folds and only when I felt him pressing deeper did I realized how thick he was.
“Slowly, please…” I dared to whisper and he did take me slowly. His strong trunk holding him up above me, I felt him sliding into me until he came up against my resistance. I winced and dug my nails into his back. He said nothing but the way his body moved, I knew he was being as gentle as he could. I opened for him more and he took me with a sudden thrust of his hips. I felt the warm trickle of blood that brought from between my legs, but the brief moment of pain was quickly overtaken by the thick pleasure of him pressing deeper into me.
My mouth dropped open and he leaned down to kiss me, driving himself slowly deeper and deeper into my throbbing pussy. As his lips pressed against mine I moaned my satisfaction into his mouth and felt his tongue invading me again as his cock finally came up against my end.
He held himself there, the two of us lost in the sensation of being pressed against the other, connected in all ways two people can be. As he began to move out of me, I was filled with a driving lust and I moaned again and bucked my hips, begging him to come back. He felt my need because his next thrust was harder than the first one had been and it only served to make me need him even more.
Then again, he rammed himself into me harder and
faster than before. I felt his hot cock pulsing inside me and my body reacted the only way it could. I dug my nails into his back, my legs coming up to try to circle and it made him wild and he slammed into me again, letting go of our kiss and growling his own pleasure.
Suddenly we were rocking on the bed, our bodies in a perfect, frenzied, animal rhythm, each of us twisting to feel the other completely. I felt my pussy start to seize around him as an orgasm began to tremble inside me again. I clutched at him, staring into his eyes, as if my body were begging him for his gift.
I felt him harden inside me. His thrusts came harder and harder. His lips twisted into agony. I felt the swell of my climax come up from deep inside me. He was even harder now. Our bodies crashed together. My back arched off the bed.
I screamed. A rush of pleasure took me. He roared above me. I felt him flexing, pulsing inside my core as his cock erupted with seed.
We moved together through the throes of pleasure, our bodies locked in a perfect embrace. My climax waned and I felt him slow, though his stiff flesh still pushed into me. He slowed more and I felt myself sinking down beneath him, back onto the bed. He slowed and slowed until he was barely moving. Then he leaned down again and kissed me gently on the lips, and I kissed him back and reveled in the feeling of his weight on me and I wished we could stay like that forever.
“I want to stay like this with you.” His whisper pulled me back from sliding into sleep. I opened my eyes. He was staring at me.
I nodded, not wanting to hear it said out loud. I smiled as he kissed me again because even though everything felt different now, it felt a good different. It felt like something that would be strong and last, even if we were from different worlds.
As soon as he rolled off of me I missed him. But I knew we had to go. I gathered up my nightclothes and slipped into them, stealing glances at him as he dressed. When he’d buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his trousers, I stood staring at him, wondering if I should just leave. When he reached for me, I bounded across the room and threw myself into his arms, pressing my cheek against his hard chest.
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