Desire's Golden Dreams (10 page)

“I knew you could not behave. You are a naughty witch. That is why I’ve come prepared. For your penance, I shall inflict upon your body—uh shall we say sensations? Some may be very painful, some only slightly so. You will have three tries to guess what instrument I am using on you, and if you guess correctly you will avoid further pain. Some of these sensations you may enjoy, others you will not.”

He left her for a moment and returned to slide a cold, slick object down over one breast to her navel. “I cannot tell if you enjoy this sensation or not. Your nipple hardened when it crossed your breast, but your body tensed.” He drew the cold object down to her pubic area.

She gasped. “I do not think I like it, Master.”

“Have you guessed what it is?”

“Is it, um, is it a knife?” She shuddered as he ran the steel back up to her nipple.

“It is, indeed, the flat side of a blade with a very sharp point.” He inserted the tip just above her nipple and let the blood trickle down her breast.

“No, Rocco.” She scissor-kicked her feet trying to find him.

“What did you say?” He jabbed her with the knife but didn’t cut her again. “Did you say ‘no’ to me? Did you address me the correct way?”

“Sorry, Master. May I have more of the knife?”

Rocco leaned over her and sucked at the blood beneath her nipple. He licked the residue under her breast. “There, I have sipped your blood once again this evening. You shall be part of me forever.” He sliced the knife tip over his thumb. “Now, you must become part of me.”

He smeared his blood on her lips. She licked it, then drew his thumb into her mouth and sucked with smacking noises.

“Excellent. You have passed the first test. You know the Indians would say we are now blood brothers. You can never forget a blood brother.” He left the bed and applied a plaster to his finger. “Now for test number two.”

Hannah took some calming breaths, sensing Rocco was no longer in the room. She had always enjoyed playing games with Rocco and being submissive to him. The slight pain he inflicted from time to time added an element of danger which aroused her. This game with the knife, however, frightened her. He had drawn blood twice and the night was young. She was glad he’d put away the knife, but she shuddered at what he might do to her next.

Not being able to see heightened her other senses and being tied made her vulnerable and wary. It also made her needy. Her pussy was wet for him, but she could not anger him by refusing to play his games. She could not ask him to fuck her because he might bring back the knife. She yanked at the cords tying her to the bed posts. He’d left a lot of give and she could bend her wrists and she could reach the pillows for a resting place, but she could not get free. Maybe if she had more time… No he wouldn’t have gone far enough for her to get free. Drawers rattled in the dressing room. He was back. She felt his presence next to the bed.

A fluttering of soft, yet firm substances on her cheek gave Hannah a start.

“Did you miss me, darlin’?”

“Yes, Master, but mostly I miss your cock.”

“It will be in your cunt soon. First you must earn the right to it. Would you like these objects to massage your breasts?”

The fluttering went across her breasts twice and she smiled. “Does my Master hold feathers in his hand?”

“Ah, you are once again correct and deserve a bit of a reward.”

He slid between her legs and kissed all around her pussy making her lift her hips to welcome him.

Immediately, he stopped. “You may not make any attempt to force me to let you have your orgasm. You will lie still and let me manipulate your body in any way I wish.”

Hannah resisted the urge to scream at him. This was worse than torture. She wanted his cock inside her or her pussy sucked to completion. If she were not tied down and blindfolded, she could seduce him into giving her what she required. All she was able to do in her present state was apologize again.

“I am so very sorry for displeasing you, Master. I know I should not do anything without permission and I will not be so presumptuous in the future. Please give me more kisses down there, Master, and I shall wait for your command before I thrust my hips again.”

This time he covered her pussy with his mouth and held it there for several seconds without sucking or tonguing her. Warmth from his lips melted her anger at his denying her release. She held her breath in anticipation.

Finally, he flicked his tongue over her nether lips, then covered her again and breathed. The heat from his breath suffused her entire body and she moaned with contentment. The sound must have stimulated him because he then licked and sucked in earnest. She couldn’t keep her lower body still and once again he stopped short of her orgasm.

“I see you continue to defy my orders. I let you go unscathed last time. I will not ignore your insolence for the second time. You must pay a penalty.”

The bed shook. His knees were at either side of her head when she tried to move it to feel where he was and what he was doing. The next thing that touched her cheek was quickly placed between her lips. “Suck me dry and don’t let any of my juices fall on the pillow. Swallow every drop.” His hands made a cradle under her head and he moved her to the rhythm he desired. He pumped his cock between her lips and she sucked as if her life depended upon it. Indeed, tonight it might.

She ran her tongue along the underseam of his cock as she sucked. He liked it that way and murmured his delight as he quickened his pace into her mouth. He did not take long to explode. She swallowed what seemed a gallon of the sticky fluid he emitted and licked around the head of his cock to be certain she hadn’t left a drop.

“I am pleased. You have been very diligent in doing your penance.”

Hannah’s body was coiled inside as if some cowboy had tied barbed-wire hitches in her gut. “Please may I come now, Master?”

“Not yet.” He left and splashing water sounds drifted to her from the dressing room. He was bathing, the rascal, and leaving her alone to writhe with need for his cock inside her. When he returned, he smelled like her lavender soap. He ran his fingers over her body, stopping to twirl her elongated nipples, then plunging the same fingers into her pussy.

“More, Master, more.” He gave her more, but not nearly enough. “Dammit, Rocco, fuck me now.”

He turned her onto her tummy and left the bed. The next thing she felt was a slash across her backside with something wide and made of leather. He used it on her three more times, then turned her back. She screeched with the pain.

“You must learn your lessons, schoolmarm. You shall not defy your master.”

“Turn me again. Touching the bed hurts my bottom.”

He complied with her request. “That’s what happens to bad little girls. I am afraid I shall have to fuck you up here again.” He stuck his fingers into her rear orifice. “Your ass is red, that was my razor strop, by the way, but your rear love hole is still gorgeous pale pink as always.” He shoved his cock into her anus this time using only the liquid left from the previous ass fuck he gave her.

She held her breath with the pain, then since tensing was causing most of it, she relaxed and pushed back against his cock. She often came this way.

“You are not trying for an orgasm, are you?” He placed his hand lightly on the sore part of her ass.

“No, Master, of course not without your permission. I would never do such a thing.”

He must have recognized the sarcasm in her words and he spanked her. The tingle from the whipping only served to make her more anxious to gain her release. She’d never felt this much desire within her. The need was unbearable. She loved when he fucked her this way especially if he fingered her pussy at the same time. He’d never do it since he was in his Master persona and he wouldn’t reward her when she had displeased him.

He didn’t. He enjoyed himself on her body, playing with her tits and setting a hard, rapid pace in her ass. Her punishment was his pleasure when he was Master.

Frustrated and craving an orgasm more than she ever had in her life, Hannah searched for a way to get what she wanted. He left and as the ewer rattled in the dressing room, she formed her plot. When he lay next to her again, she was ready.

“Master, I believe we have a dildo in the bedside table drawer.” He was playing with her nipples and didn’t seem to hear her. “Master?”

“Your nipples have flattened out a bit. I can’t have that.” He reached over her and moments later the pain of the nipple clamps returned, first to one breast, then the other.

“Am I being punished again? What did I do, Master?”

“Did you receive my permission to talk and make suggestions?” He palmed one of her breasts and squeezing the clamp tighter. The pressure made her grimace, but she didn’t call out. “You may only ask me to fuck you more or harder or you may express your gratefulness to me for giving you pleasure or pain. You may not hatch plots to lure me into giving you an orgasm. I will let that happen only once I deem you worthy. Do you understand the rules? He pressed his fingers into her breast.

She swallowed her scream and nodded that she understood. “Do what you want with me, Master. Do what makes you happy and I will be happy for you.”

“That’s the way my pretty little kitten should speak to her Master. I am considering letting you come. First, however, we will continue with the test of sensations I have devised especially for you.”

Something soft and furry touched her cheek. It traveled down her neck, circled her breast, and patted her tummy. He was holding something in his hand with fur on it. But, what was it? He had only gone as far as her dressing room. She tried to remember what clothes she kept in the wardrobe. She had several garments with fur collars but they were all attached and would have taken more time to rip apart. This fur piece was small so it couldn’t be a stole or a fox collar.

He massaged her pubic area with the fur, and trailed it down her left thigh. The sensual touch as he rubbed her skin with fur put her into a stupor. She didn’t want to think, only to feel. She longed for a climax and let out an involuntary mew of pleasure. She tensed. Would he punish her for it?

He chuckled. “It’s okay for you to enjoy this. I want you to feel good and to want my cock inside you. Just breathe and feel.”

He massaged up her thigh, back around her pussy, and down the right leg. When he moved the fur to her foot that gave her a better idea of its configuration. “It’s my fur hat, the one that matches my jacket.”

“Very clever, darlin’, and I do feel like riding you again, my little pony. I will get the dildo for your ass because I know you like both holes filled when we fuck.” He leaned over her and retrieved the dildo from the bedside table. He placed it at the entrance to her ass and teased her with it, rubbing it in circles without penetration. When she clenched her cheeks in frustration, he inserted the tip. Immediately she relaxed. Not to would hurt like hell. He used pulsing motions in and out, in a little deeper and out. Finally when she was about to kick back and hopefully hit him in the balls, he shoved the dildo up to the hilt without ceremony. She reached desperately for her climax as he slid it in and out a few times. One more thrust and she would have come without his cock inside her pussy. He stopped his play with her ass and flipped her to her back.

The foreign object in her bottom caused her pain as she landed on it, and her backside, raw from the spanking, hurt when it scraped the bed sheets. The knowledge that she would soon have a cock in her minimized the pain. Rocco removed the nipple clamps to suck on her breasts. Abruptly, he scooted onto his knees at her head. “Give me a few licks for moisture. Only a bit of a suck because I want to come inside you.”

She wished her hands were free to slap him. Her pussy was so wet, she was sure she’d left spots on the sheets. Besides that, he would wear a rubber as he always did. This was an excuse to delay her pleasure and see if he could goad her into complaining so he could punish her again. She held her temper in check and licked around the head of his cock to moisten it before drawing it into her mouth. She then slurped it all the way in as far as she could take it and sucked. He wouldn’t come from this because he’d nearly drained himself on her already. He let her go on sucking until he grew harder and harder. At that point, he quickly pulled out of her mouth.

“You are a devil.” He readied himself with a condom, moved between her outstretched legs, and plunged deeply into her.

She moaned with pleasure. At last. He felt huge inside her and she pulsed around him for her own pleasure, not his.

He pressed his fingers into her ass sending jolts of pain through her.

“We wouldn’t want you coming too fast, would we, darlin’?”

“No, Master. Thank you, Master, for not letting me be so greedy.”

“You are welcome.” He fucked her in earnest, then, and try as she might, she couldn’t hold back. If he didn’t give her the okay to come soon, she’d be in for some horrible punishment. She’d held it so long she thought her insides would burst.

“You may reach your orgasm now, darlin’, if you wish.”

If she wished? If she wished? Castration was too good for him, but she couldn’t think of revenge now. She wanted her reward. She used her muscles to tighten and release around his cock. Oh, it felt good. She swiveled her hips from side to side to feel all of him. Then she pulsed and pulsed until the world went black and only feeling in her groin remained. Her spasms around him tightened and she came and came and came.