MILDRED SILENTLY CURSED him. She had not wanted to employ her safety word but had not expected such light strikes upon the bottoms of her feet could hurt with such excruciation. The pain, however, did not diminish the desire still burning in her body.
Conscious of how wantonly she was splayed upon the bed, she stared up at the ceiling instead of meeting his eye. What was she to do now? What would he do?
She gasped when she felt his touch at her mons. Looking down, she saw that it was his cock. Anticipation surged within her. He had unbuttoned his fall and now stroked the head of his member against her. Her moan wavered as delicious sensations rippled between her legs. He teased her with light brushes of his length along her, touching his tip to her clitoris, pushing the crown of his cock at her folds but not enough to enter.
“Oh, God, Alastair,” she whispered when she thought she could endure no more. “Please fuck me.”
“Look at me, Millie.”
She gazed at him. He had a hard set to his jaw, and she did not know if it was from displeasure with her or merely the tension of lust.
“You have my permission to spend,” he told her, “but if you ever break a promise to me again, no word of safety will save you then.”
Thrilled that she would get to spend, she nodded with enthusiasm. “I promise to never break a promise to you again.”
His shaft was at her slit, and she tried to wriggle herself onto him.
“And I expect you’ll never return here without my assent.”
“Yes, yes,” she replied, straining for penetration. She would go mad if she had to endure the vacancy in her cunnie much longer. “I will uphold my promise this time. Truly.”
In dismay, she watched him pull away.
“Alas— My lord? Did I displease you? Do you doubt me? How may I convince you of my earnestness?”
He stood and pulled the chain and nipple clamps from his waistcoat pocket.
She paled. Her nipples were still sore, and she wondered if they would forever be erect after what they had suffered.
He dropped the clamps and chain beside her on the bed, then unbuttoned his waistcoat. Far too slowly for her, he shed his garments one by one. Her cunnie clenched with each removal of clothing. When he stood in naked glory at last, a most sightly form with his muscled legs and ridged abdomen, she would have thrown herself upon him if she were not still trussed to the bedposts.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt near enough that his thighs almost brushed her buttocks. He aimed his cock at her.
“Thank you, my lord, thank you. I shall not fail you again. I promise—and it is a promise I shall keep this time. Only, pray, do not keep me waiting any longer for your cock.”
Glancing at the clamps and chain, he appeared to have an inspiration. He clipped one end to her tongue and the other to her folds just above her clitoris. The pinching of the clamp at her folds called her attention to her nether regions, to the hunger down there, the craving for his touch.
Then, finally, he sank his cock into her.
At that moment, there was nothing more exquisite than being impaled upon his member. Her cunnie clutched at his shaft, eliciting a groan from him. He pressed himself farther into her. The angle of her hips allowed him to penetrate deeply, and he buried himself to the hilt, till she could feel the hairs of his pelvis against her flesh. He untied the ropes from her ankles, allowing her to drop her lower legs. As he began a gradual thrust, he tugged lightly upon the chain with one finger.
“How hard do you wish to be fucked?” he inquired.
“Hahd,” she responded.
“Extremely hard?”
“Yehh.”
Releasing the chain, he circled her clitoris with his thumb till she was lost in a sea of warmth and pleasure. Then he shoved his hips at her. Her head bumped into the headboard, and he adjusted the pillows behind her before settling back onto his haunches.
“Hard,” he said, and slammed his cock into her several times. With his thumb, he strummed her clitoris as he bucked his hips. It was more than she could bear. All sensation, from the nipping of her tongue to the pull of the ropes upon her legs to the soreness in her nipples, hurled her toward that carnal purpose. Her orgasm erupted with the violence of cannon fire. A blinding white glory flashed through her, followed by much quaking and shaking, the intensity of which left her in a state of quasi-delirium.
Bracing himself over her, he pounded himself fast and furious into her to achieve his own end. The bed rocked beneath the force of his motions and thumped against the wall. His brow furrowed, and soon he had reached his apex. She would have cautioned him to pull out before he spilled his seed, but she would not be understood with the clamp upon her tongue, and, in truth, a part of her wanted to take him in this manner, to have his essence inside her.
She could feel the heat of his mettle, mixing with her own fluids. He unclasped the clamps before allowing his weight to collapse atop her.
“My God, Millie,” he breathed before a final shudder went through his limbs.
His satisfaction gratified her, and she would have embraced him with her arms and legs if she could. She wished she could remain joined to him forever, and for the time being, she would refrain from considering the grim truth that awaited her and relish the weight of his body against her and pretend that he was hers.