Cait and the Devil

“It’s okay,” he said when she tensed. “It takes practice. I know. Try your best. Use your hands, don’t be afraid. Caress me while you do it, just as I caressed you.”

Her timid fingers explored him, but most of her attention centered on his cock and dealing with its repeated invasion of her mouth. Soon he could feel his crisis approaching, a rising wave, a tightening. As a signal he threaded his fingers in the back of her hair.

“Don’t pull away. I’m going to come in your throat.”

She moaned and was still, accepting his offering without distaste when it came.

“Good girl,” he sighed, pulling away from her. “Now, stay right where you are. I want to look at you.”

She was so beautiful, her mouth relaxed and glistening, her back straight, her pale eyes looking up at him from beneath black lashes. He knelt down beside her and kissed her. He caressed her hips, her bottom, her breasts, enjoying the velvety soft womanliness of her, and then he cupped her face in his hands.

“I’m going to do some things to you now, my love. You need only to obey. Do you understand?”

“Will...Will you hurt me?”

“I might. A little. Just a little bit.”

“Why?” Her gaze was troubled. “Are you angry with me?”

“No, I’m not angry at all. I just want you so very badly. I want to show you some things I enjoy, but they may feel strange and frightening at first. They may hurt a little. What I want you to do is endure these things anyway. Endure them for me.”

“Okay,” she said, not fully understanding. He could tell she was frightened, yet she still wanted to please him. He wanted to reassure her, but she needed to learn on her own how to cope with the demands he would make.

“Do you love me, Duncan?” she asked suddenly with wide eyes, as if she read his very thoughts. “You just called me your love.”

“Yes, I love you, little Cait. Never more than at times like this. Now listen to me, and obey me.”

“Yes, my lord. I’ll try.”

He ran his fingertips down her back, thinking of the least frightening way to proceed.

“Lean forward on your knees. Lean forward until your forehead is on the floor.”

He guided her down, pressing on her shoulders, until her forehead rested against the cold smooth stone and the tips of her breasts brushed against it.

“Turn your head if you wish. If you want to look at me. You may turn your head to the side in this position if you wish to, unless you’re being punished.”

“Are you going to punish me now?” she asked in alarm.

“No. I may spank you a little, but it’s not for punishment’s sake.”

“Why then?”

“Because it’s what I like. Now spread your thighs just a bit. Like this.” He pushed her knees apart, pulling up on her hips as she dropped them down instinctively.

“No, keep your hips up high. Arch your back. Open your knees and keep your head down.”

When he’d finally positioned her as he liked her, he rubbed her back and took in the view.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Beautiful. This is a position I like very much, and I’ll want you like this a lot. Do you know why?”

“No.” She hid her face, blushing red.

He studied her curiously. “How does it make you feel, Caitlyn?”

“Afraid.”

“You mustn’t be afraid. I like this position because it means that you’re open to me. That your body is available and ready for whatever I may want to do.”

“I can’t kiss you from this position, though,” she pointed out. “I can’t take you in my mouth.”

“There are other places you can take me,” he said after a moment. He put a hand on her bottom to still her trembling limbs. He let one finger slide between her buttocks, to her sensitive little bud. “I’ll breach you here, Caitlyn, when you’re ready. But you’re not ready yet, so I won’t do it tonight.”

She hid her face in her hands as he caressed her.

“Does that feel good, little one?”

“I’m... I...I don’t know.”

“You’re not ashamed, are you? You’re not permitted to be ashamed to give your body to me. If you are, I will punish you for it. Do you understand?”

She moaned, drawing her legs together slightly.

“No.” His hand landed on her bottom with a slap. “Open, just as I taught you. Your job now is to obey.”

“Why?” she whispered. “This is very hard.”

“Because when you obey me, it gives me pleasure. When I hold you in my arms, it gives you pleasure, yes? To be close to me, to sleep in my arms?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “I love that.”

“Well, this is what I love. This is what gives me pleasure, what makes me relax. So if you love me, you’ll obey me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered. He was still fingering her tiny hole, making her squirm and tremble. Then he took both her round buttocks in his hands. He squeezed and caressed them roughly. He spanked one and then the other. She whined softly but she didn’t break the pose.

“Good. Very good. I love that you accepted that without crying or pulling away.”

She was still hiding her face.

“Or are you crying, Caitlyn?”

“I’m crying just a little. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. You’re allowed to cry.” He spanked her again then, a few blows on each cheek, warming her up. Then he stood to pick up his leather belt from the floor.

“Brace yourself, Caitlyn. Don’t move.”

He gave her a few blows with his belt, nothing too hard. While she jerked a little, again, she didn’t move and didn’t break the pose. He could hear her mewling behind her hands. He knelt beside her again, rubbing the small of her back.

“Are you being punished, Caitlyn?”

“No,” she sobbed.

“Why am I doing this? Do you remember?”

“Because you love to. And because you love me to obey you.”

He leaned to kiss her reddened, trembling buttocks, first one and then the other.

“Yes, darling. How quickly you learn. I am very, very proud of you.”

* * * * *

In the darkness, Cait snuggled closer to the shelter of his chest. She’d long since stopped crying, but her eyes still felt hot and dry. She didn’t know why she’d cried so hard. Nothing he’d done had really hurt, not overly. Not the way it had hurt when he’d spanked her in the orchard.