Lucy Surrenders (15 page)

"No, you are not to touch yourself, little one. Your body belongs to me, Kitten, I will decide how it is to be touched," Lucas said, and saw her shiver again, her nipples tightening even
more. "You were not told to close your legs," he said, "Open them." She did so, her body once more open and available, though she didn't truly understand that the pose was one of a submissive offering herself to her master. Lucas took her hands and pressed them to the bulge in his trousers. Suddenly shy and a bit frightened of what she would discover, Lucy hesitated, though she could feel the hardness of his cock beneath the fabric.

"Finish, little one," Lucas said, his voice hoarse. "Undo my trousers and free my cock." She shuddered at his words, the command immediately causing a gush of wetness to fill her sex. Her hand trembled as she lifted her eyes to find him looking down at her. He smiled and stroked her cheek. His touch was gentle, yet one of a master to his submissive. "Finish," he repeated, his smile of encouragement giving her the strength she needed. She slowly began to unbutton his trousers. Lucas felt his own legs tremble a bit as she allowed the loosened cloth to fall apart. He was about to repeat his order, when he saw her small hand reach for him. He held his breath, and his heart pounded as she pushed her hand through the opening of his trousers and softly touched his cock for the first time.

Her eyes darted to his, her small mouth parting in her surprise. "It ... it is so soft," she whispered, and he almost chuckled, as he knew he was as hard as he had ever been.

"Remove it, Kitten, take it fully out of my trousers," Lucas said. She nodded and slowly managed to free him of his underclothes, his cock twitching in her palm. She blushed when it moved, her hand falling away. She stared at his shaft, surprised at both its length and its thickness. She again felt her stomach flip, her hands once more reaching out on their own accord to enfold her fingers around him. Lucas groaned at the contact, and she quickly removed her hands.

"No, sweetheart," Lucas ordered softly, even as he moved to lower his trousers to the floor. He kicked them aside and stepped closer. "Hold me," she heard, and she reached for him again. Her face was flushed, her eyes huge as she felt the steel beneath the silken sheath of his skin. He felt hot and huge in her hands. Her eyes went to the thick, mushroom-shaped head and saw a glistening drop of fluid ooze from the slit. Lucas' knees almost buckled when her finger gently swiped against the drop, spreading the fluid across the crown of his erection.

"You said you don't get wet like me," she whispered, her eyes once more lifting. Lucas smiled at her comment, his eyes dropping to her exposed sex, easily seeing her arousal glistening in the candlelight. Lucy realized where his eyes had dropped and flushed hotly, her legs quivering with the need to conceal herself from him. His hands reached down to gently rest on her upper thighs.

"No," he uttered as he met her eyes and shook his head. She moaned but stilled her legs as she accepted his reminder.

"I guess I do get a bit wet, little one," he admitted as she continued to hold him, and his fingertips stroked the smooth skin of her thighs. Seeing her kneeling on the bed, her head so close to his erection, he remembered a lesson he had postponed after her first spanking.

"Lucy, kiss my shaft," he said. Her head jerked up, her eyes showing her disbelief at his words. He moved one hand to her face and stroked her cheek. "Kiss me, Kitten," he said again. She still hesitated, her body thrumming but her head holding her back from obeying.

"When you give me cause to spank or paddle you, little one," Lucas said, continuing to stroke her cheek and her inner thigh, "I will put you on your knees as I did this morning." She nodded, the memory of the paddling running through her mind. "You will make your penance while on your knees, Lucille," Lucas continued. "You will make it with your mouth." His finger moved to stroke across her parted lips. His free hand moved to the base of his cock. "You will
make your apology for your naughtiness, ask permission to perform your penance, and once given, you will unbutton my pants and remove my cock just as you have now," he said, and saw her eyes drop to where his cock was being held in his hand. He allowed her a brief moment and then used his free hand to lift her face back to his.

"Once you are holding my cock, little one, you will open your mouth, take me inside and use your tongue to lick and your lips to suckle my cock until you draw my seed into your throat." She didn't truly understand what he meant but felt a rush of something sweep through her entire body. "I will fill your mouth with my very essence, and Lucy, you will willingly accept my tribute into your body as proof of your contrition. Doing so will reinforce your obedience and submission," Lucas said slowly, wanting her to receive every word. "With your acceptance you will find comfort in knowing you have made a complete penance and have found forgiveness." Lucy suddenly understood that being placed on her knees before this man, her bottom swollen and burning from his discipline, asking to perform this specific penance would show her absolute and pure submission.

Lucas moved his hand to cover hers as they held him. He moved his free hand to the back of her head. "Kiss my cock, Lucy," he again ordered. "Show me you understand how you will make your penance." Lucy bent forward and closed her eyes when only the purplish head filled her vision.

Lucas felt her lips brush lightly against his glans, and his heart stopped beating. "Keep your eyes on mine," Lucas whispered his order, his voice shaking a bit. She felt her heart pounding as she lifted her eyes. She saw his eyes meet hers, the desire filling them. She opened her mouth and tried to take him inside. She was forced to open her lips wider, his girth causing her to strain to obey. Lucas felt her pull back as her tongue tasted the fluid she had spread over the head of his cock. His hand at the back of her head held her in place.

"That fluid is just the beginning," he said. "It helps lubricate my cock for when I penetrate you, just as your cream lubricates your pussy as it readies for my entry." Lucy flushed at his words, her pussy proving his words to be true as she felt her wetness seeping from between her splayed thighs.

Lucas took a deep breath, "Continue." She didn't attempt to continue her withdrawal; she simply bent forward, her mouth opening a bit wider as she took him between her lips for the first time. Lucas groaned, the sound almost primal in the silent room. He guided her hand to the base of his shaft before releasing
it. "Stroke up and down as you use your tongue to lick all around my cock," he said, his voice deep with need, as he kept tight rein on his desire to thrust hard and fast into her virgin mouth. She slowly moved her hand, amazed at the firmness under her fingers and the way he seemed to throb in her mouth. Her tongue took tiny licks of his skin, the saltiness tasting strange yet not truly unpleasant on her tongue. Her tongue grazed the tip, and she felt another drop of the liquid she had discovered oozed from the tiny slit her tongue dipped into. The groan he uttered was loud, causing her to shiver as she saw him close his eyes tightly, his jaw clenched.

"Stop," he moaned as he gently moved to disengage from the heaven that was her mouth. Lucy was surprised when he pulled away, her hand dropping as he stepped back.

"Did ... did I fin ... finish my penance?" she asked, her voice trembling. She also had the thought that, from his description, she had expected something more. Lucas shook his head, his cock threatening to burst. He managed a gentle smile at her absolute innocence. Lucas felt his cock jerk as if demanding he replace it where it so wished to be, deep in her mouth, her warm sweet tongue swirling around its circumference.

"No, sweetheart," he said, knowing she would have no true knowledge of what to expect until she was actually placed on her knees, her bottom throbbing as she made her first true penance. "You will often be offering your mouth in penance, Lucille," he said as he moved towards her. "However, the rest of your lesson can wait, for I wish to find pleasure deep within you and teach you take your own." Lucy shivered, suddenly understanding the lesson had only given her a tiny glimpse of what he would expect of her. She flushed but allowed him to push her to her back in the middle of the bed. Lucas climbed onto the bed and was soon bending over her, his legs spread as he straddled her small frame. He bent and kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. He moaned, his cock again threatening to release before he even entered her.

"This will hurt you," he warned, even though he had run his fingers through her sex and found her soaked. He saw her embarrassment at what his fingers found but also saw her small nod as he positioned his cock at her entrance." Don't be frightened; I promise to be as gentle as I can."

"Yes ... yes, Sir," she said softly. "I ... I'm ready." He felt her hips lift, unconsciously seeking him. Lucas smiled and took both of her hands in his, lifting and pinning them to the mattress above her head. Lucy shuddered; the movement immediately made her feel even smaller as he easily held her. She began to slip further into submission.

"I love you, Lucy," Lucas said, and then pushed his hips forward. Lucy felt him enter her and then arched and gasped as his size forced her to stretch to accommodate his cock. Her mouth opened, and she whimpered as he pushed forward again. Lucas bit back his own moan, as well as he felt the resistance of her maidenhead. He bent to kiss her lips gently. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he pulled back and then thrust hard into her. Lucy's mouth opened wider in shock, and she uttered a sharp cry of pain as he took her virginity. Lucy went rigid beneath him, the promised pain more than she had expected. Lucas moaned as he moved further into her, well aware that she was no longer lifting her hips to him. He bent to take her mouth again, his tongue darting into her parted lips, reassuring her that the pain would soon pass. She slowly relaxed a bit and returned the kiss, though she felt pinned under his weight, her sex still burning with his penetration.

"The pain will pass," Lucas promised as he lifted his mouth from hers. She gave him a small nod, though a single tear slid from her eye and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Lucas bent to kiss the tear away and then sat back a bit. "Keep your hands where they are," he instructed as he placed his own under her bottom and lifted her to him. She was unable to contain a small whimper as he moved her legs to drape over his elbows and pushed forward into her. She closed her eyes.

"Shh," he said softly. "Keep your eyes open and on me, Kitten," he instructed. She reluctantly opened her eyes, embarrassment flooding through her, as she saw her legs being held widely apart, her bottom lifted. When she realized she could see his cock halfway buried inside her body, she whimpered again. "Eyes on mine," he repeated. When her eyes found his, he gave her a reassuring smile. "You are now completely mine," he said as he began to slowly stroke in and out of her. Lucy felt completely claimed as he took her. She could see his jaw clenched as he restrained himself and realized he was being extremely gentle in taking what was rightfully his as her husband. She felt love fill her, and her body began to soften. As the tension left her, she realized the burning she felt was easing. Though she felt pressure and sensations of being uncomfortably full and stretched, she now felt something building inside her. She moaned and began to lift her arms.

"No," Lucas said, shaking his head. "Grab the rails, Lucy; keep your hands down." She moaned again but obeyed, gripping the rails above her head as he pushed fully into her depth."Ohhh ... ohhhh, Lucas," she moaned as he filled her. He withdrew, but thrust forward again and again. He smiled as she began to move her hips, matching his movements as if wishing to offer even more of herself to his possession.

"That's my good girl," Lucas said, bending forward to brush his lips across a pebbled nipple. She instantly moaned and arched her back as his tongue flicked the taut bud. She felt her stomach coil and her blood race as she spiraled up to something she had yet to discover.

"Ahhhh," she moaned, her head thrashing back and forth as he moved to lick and then suckle her other breast. She felt him begin to pound into her, his cock demanding she open completely as he thrust harder and faster into her body. Her eyes grew enormous as she was driven to the very brink.

"Lucas!" she screamed as her body exploded and began to twist and jerk with pleasure she had never imagined. Lucas groaned and almost screamed himself as her contractions gripped his cock like a vise. Though not yet completely seated, he felt his cock jerk as he erupted, his seed jetting deep into her womb. His own eyes closed as the utter bliss of claiming her filled him. After several moments, he was able to open his eyes, to see hers wide with wonder. Both were breathing hard, pulses racing as he moved to kiss her again. She welcomed his weight as she feared she would float away as the pleasure continue to shudder through her. Her mouth opened eagerly beneath his lips, her small tongue dancing with his own, unaware of the tears shining on her cheeks.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, gently tracing a tear on her cheek.

She blushed but shook her head, the wonder still shining in her shimmering eyes. "May ... may I move my hands?" She asked.

He smiled, pleased she had asked permission, knowing it was another small step towards total submission. He nodded, and she immediately flung them around his neck. He kissed her again, her tears flowing, though she was smiling and then giggling as he nibbled her mouth, her neck, her ears and then kissed the tip of her nose. He felt his cock hardening within her and was soon gently stroking in and out of her for the second time. She moaned at the sensation, her nipples growing tighter as if begging to be suckled. Lucas removed her hands from his neck, and she again gripped the rails. His reward for her instant obedience was to lower his mouth to her aching breasts, laving them with his tongue until both were glistening, and then he began to suckle, drawing her entire nipple into his mouth. She arched, her hips lifting to match his strokes, her nipples beginning to burn with a deep pleasure mixed with pain as he began to place gentle nips against them.