SHE HAD WIPED AWAY the tears, but he still saw some swimming in her eyes. The paddling had hurt. Though the ball and his neckcloth had muffled her cries, he could still gauge their level of intensity, could hear how loud they would have been if she had not been gagged. Her ass had blushed beautifully for him. There would be more bruising this time.
His gaze fell to her breasts next. They were a lovely pair. Till now, he had not afforded them the attention they deserved, but tonight they would not be so neglected. They protruded nicely from her chest and were large enough to enable him to wrap the rope around them several times. Thus bound, her nipples extended farther than normal, and the areolas appeared disproportionately large. When she became more experienced, he might even be able to suspend her by the breasts.
He shook his head and reminded himself that this was to be their last time together.
He cupped a swollen mound. Her brows shot up, indicating how sensitive her breasts had become. Lowering his head, he licked a nipple. She whimpered.
"Are you ready to proceed?"
She nodded.
"You may lie down upon the table. On your back."
She did as he bid, wincing when her derrière came to rest upon the top of the table. He allowed her to set her feet on the table and lift some of the weight off her aching rump.
"Show me how you pleasured yourself that night you failed to follow my orders."
She reached a hand between her thighs and stroked herself. He watched for a few minutes, feeling the blood course hot and strong through his veins. Her body begged to be fucked. But he had to finish his task. With more rope, he tied her wrists to either corners of the table by securing the rope to the legs. He noticed that she still refrained from settling down upon her arse.
"You will want to lift your backside higher," he said.
She looked at him, puzzled. From the sideboard, he retrieved two short votives he had lit earlier. He slid them beneath her, compelling her to lift her hips and arch her back. He went to light two more and added these to the table. He caressed the length of one leg, feeling the tautness of the muscles as she strained to keep her body above the candle flames.
He passed his hand over her belly, then threaded his fingers through the hairs at her mound. It would be fun to shave these ample curls, he thought to himself. There was much he would like to do to Millie, but he was limited by time.
With his forefinger, he teased the swollen bud beneath her curls. Her lashes fluttered, and she moaned when he sank an inch of his digit into her sodden slit. His cock throbbed with need, but without the use of her safety word, he would need to pay careful attention to her. He retrieved the duster and brushed it over her torso. Half gasps and chuckles escaped through the ball and linen. Her body jerked as it tried to avoid the feathers, but upon greeting the heat below, returned to its prior position. Which would be worse for her, the tickling or the burning? He knew from their time at Château Follet that she was particularly sensitive to the former, and from her struggles, she seemed to waver equally between the duster and the candles. Perspiration soon appeared upon her, lending a beautiful gloss to her body. The gasps and chuckles turned into grunts as the straining grew harder to maintain. Her body began to quiver.
Knowing she needed more air, and not wanting her to lose consciousness, he pulled the linen down to free her nose. Setting aside the duster, he put his hand to her mons and slid his finger along her clitoris. By now, her legs wanted to give in, but if she wanted the rapture of his fondling, she had to maintain her position. He lifted his hand a little higher, and her pelvis followed, seeking his touch. He played with her clitoris, rubbing it, pinching it. She panted heavily, her face brightened with perspiration. Her body, tired, did eventually sink toward the table, but shot back up when the flames licked her arse.
With both hands, he caressed her belly, her hips, her thighs, spreading the moisture over her soft skin. Her breasts had darkened in color, and he decided to release them from their bondage. After removing the rope, he bent over and encased a nipple with his mouth. She cried out loudly as her body bowed toward the table to avoid his mouth, but doing so sent her closer to the flames. She was stuck, her sensitive nipple trapped in his mouth.
She started sobbing when he sucked. She continued to cry even after he released the nipple and pushed the candles to a part of the table where the flames would not threaten her. She collapsed onto the table, and it mattered not that her buttocks were still sore. He waited till the vigor of her breathing had relaxed. He brushed a tendril of hair that had matted to her forehead. When she had calmed sufficiently, she turned to meet his gaze. With the lower half of her face covered, her eyes appeared particularly expressive and luminescent. At the moment, they were the loveliest eyes he had ever beheld.
“Do you wish to call an end to your punishment?” he asked.
Her bosom continued to heave as she drew in much-needed air, but her gaze conveyed a strength he had not expected. She shook her head.
He rolled her breasts, still dark from the blood that had been trapped there, then passed his hands over the curves and planes of her torso till his right hand reached the destination between her legs. He fondled her there, sinking two digits into her wet heat. His fingers curled, caressed and stroked, making her squirm atop the table.
“Would you care for cock now?”
She nodded.
“Are you certain?”
She nodded again.
Withdrawing his hand, he went to the sideboard and found the dildo she had wrapped her mouth about that first night. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head a little. But her body was ready. It had been craving release for nearly forty-eight hours. There was more than enough wetness to ease the dildo in.
He first rubbed the tip of the false cock against her clitoris. She moaned. When she was sufficiently aroused, he lowered the cock to her slit, but he only pressed the head in half an inch, teasing her, before sliding the dildo back to her clitoris. Soon, she bucked her hips in search of the cock and made no protest when it gained entry. But her acceptance came to a quick halt when more than an inch of the dildo began to fill her. She made a high-pitched sound and tried to evade the intruder, but her bonds kept her from moving too far.
With his free hand, he held her down at the hip. “Relax. You are capable of taking the dildo.”
She inhaled several short breaths.
“Do you wish to speak your safety word?”
She considered it a moment, then shook her head.
He moved his hand from her hip to her clitoris and flicked it as his other hand pressed the dildo farther into her. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Breathe,” he reminded her, and made his own breathing audible to guide her.
She gave a stilted groan, and he could see her body still wanted an escape, but the dildo was nestled two inches deep now. He continued to toy with her clitoris till arousal superseded the discomfort of having the large dildo stretching her cunnie.
“Ungh,” she panted several times.
“Breathe. You’re doing supremely well, Millie.”
Four inches.
He increased his fondling of her clitoris. Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head. The dildo might now contribute to the pleasure. Her toes curled.
Six inches.
He could sense her cunnie clenching down upon the cock. Some women came to enjoy large cocks, and he suspected Millie might be one of them. Two more inches and the cock would be completely inside her.
“Millie, you are a wonder,” he encouraged.
She whimpered in response. He rubbed her clitoris vigorously. He could feel the tension of her impending orgasm rising in her body.
It was done.
Her cunnie had swallowed the whole of the large dildo.
“Well done!” he praised.
To complete her punishment, he took two of the candles and hovered them over her body. She squirmed at their nearness. Raising the candles, he tilted them to allow the liquid wax to fall upon her. She struggled against the ropes that held her as hot wax splattered over her ribs, her belly, and her mound. Her body became a canvas for him to decorate, and when little remained of the candles, he stepped back to admire his artwork.
My God, she was beautiful.
His own cock had waited long enough. Removing his banyan and nightshirt, he straddled her body atop the table. He eyed her lush breasts and positioned his shaft between them. He pressed the orbs together about his cock. Her mouth and cunnie were superior, but he would enjoy fucking her teats. There was not a part of Millie he did not relish.
He pumped his hips a few times before reaching over and untying the ropes from her wrists. She knew what to do, and pushed her breasts together. Not having to hold her orbs in place allowed him more freedom of motion. He quickened his pace, gliding his stiffness between the spheres. Desire, boiling in his cods, sought its long-awaited release. He glanced back to see that the dildo was still in place, and the thought of that mass filling and stretching her cunnie sent him over the edge. His hips bucked wildly as his seed shot forth, spraying her throat and collar.
When he withdrew from her breasts, his cock throbbed still as more of his mettle pulsed from its tip. His body gave a violent shudder. He stroked himself as the ecstasy inside him settled from a riot to a simmer. And he had not thought the rapture of the previous night could be surpassed. When the currents shivering through his limbs had dissipated, he pulled down the neckcloth and removed the collar and ball from her mouth.
“Thank you, my lord,” she mustered, though her mouth was undoubtedly sore.
“You were marvelous,” he said, then climbed off the table. “You took your punishment well, and for that, you shall be rewarded. How would you like to spend?”
He looked over her body, adorned with the candlewax and his drying seed. He reached for her mons.
“May I request a different reward, my lord?”
Surprised, he wondered what she could possibly want more. Retribution, perhaps?
“Such as?”
“I have a greater wish. I would rather you not give your ready support to Farnsworth till you have thoroughly examined the arguments against his bill.”
He stared at her, stunned. Was this truly what she preferred? It was highly irregular. Outlandish, even.
“Millie, our carnal pursuits do not involve politics.”
“Why not? You forbade me to talk of stocking frames as part of our arrangement. It would seem there is nothing that you cannot involve.”
He had to acknowledge her reasoning, but still he could not completely believe what she was asking. After all that her body had endure, it surely needed release. She deserved to spend.
“Are you certain this is what you want?” he asked.
She nodded.
A strange emotion overwhelmed him. Of awe and even shame. She was unlike any woman he had ever known.
“I will consider it,” he said finally. “I do not owe Farnsworth my support. Nevertheless, I will only promise to delay my decision.”
“That is all I ask.”
His hand was between her legs, an area too much the temptation despite her request. He stroked her nub with his middle finger. She moaned softly.
“Pray do not tease me further, my lord.”
“Shhhh.”
He continued to fondle her. She bit her lower lip but eventually released a moan when his fingers found the spot of greatest sensitivity.
“Alastair—my lord, you will make me spend. Oh, G—no.” She gripped the edge of the table with both hands. “Please.”
He was accustomed to hearing submissives begging to spend, but Millie begged not to spend. Perhaps because he had not explicitly granted her permission, but he intended she should.
“My lord—ah—ah!”
After caging her desire for two days, her body could not resist the temptation.
“Spend, Millie,” he commanded.
Her body fell into convulsions, rattling the table below. Her hips bucked a few times before settling back down when he eased his strokes. She panted for a different purpose now.
“I was sincere in my request for a different reward,” she bemoaned when the trembling had quieted.
“And you will have it.”
He walked to the foot of the table and swiped the candles to the floor before setting himself between her legs. He eyed the handle of the dildo protruding from her.
“How does your cunnie enjoy the cock?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” she murmured.
He pulled the dildo out an inch, then two, before pushing it back in. She grunted. Lowering himself, he licked at her clitoris. He applied his tongue to her in earnest.
“Oh, God. What is it you wish, my lord? You cannot…”
Encasing her bud of desire, he sucked, liking the taste of her. The scent of her arousal caused his lust to swell.
“May I, my lord?” she managed through clenched teeth.
He moved the dildo in and out of her as he continued to assault her with his mouth.
“Ah! I beg of you. Let me spend.”
Her body quivered. He released her long enough to give his assent. Her response was immediate. Her body bowed off the table. Her legs kicked against the bonds, a thigh knocking into the side of his head. Her scream made him consider that he had prematurely removed her gag. But it was exhilarating to see, hear and feel her body succumb to euphoria.
He kept her aloft at the apex till she cried for him to cease. She sobbed for breath. His cock stretched, yearning to mate to her, but it could not compare to the dildo currently occupying the envied place. Though there was another orifice he would have liked to penetrate, but he would not task her further tonight.