Submitting to Lord Rockwell
Something else rubbed at her cunny—the flogger! She groaned as the tails moved against her, brushing her most intimate parts.
Abruptly he pulled the flogger back and lashed its tips upon her buttocks. This time it stung, but his earlier ministrations had overwhelmed her and the pain served only to make her crave his touch even more. He began a wicked dance between flogging her arse and caressing her quim. Any control her mind had on the situation was fast slipping away under the onslaught of sensations.
“Ahhh!” she cried after one particularly hard blow.
He stroked her aching cunny, stoking the tension in her loins. Lubricated by her wetness, his hand created a delicious friction against her. She could not ignore the heat engulfing her body, the blood pumping in her veins. The odds of her winning the hundred quid were no longer in her favor. Her body craved to be led up to the precipice over which she would find release.
No! She wanted him to cease. Should she employ her word of safety? For his caresses? Nay, she was no weakling…t
hough her legs were beginning to weaken under the strain. Best to bring an end to this and find relief in that grandest of carnal ecstasies…
He returned to the flogger and slapped it across her arse. She cried out once again. Not only did it hurt, but she was painfully aware of the absence of his fondling. The sound of leather against flesh filled the chamber along with her cries and groans. She began to doubt how much more she could withstand. Doubtless the hundred pounds would not apply if she were to use the safety word.
“Still yourself,” he growled when she shifted her weight. “You will not want for the tails to land outside their target.”
Oddly, his command reassured her. She braced herself and withstood the next two blows. Her body had never felt more alive. Her arse burned alongside a carnal heat, one fueling the other, both consuming. He whipped the tails against her bottom, making the flesh quiver. She rather hoped he would reward her with more caresses.
Or did she? She cursed to herself. A hundred pounds…
As she warred with herself, Rockwell grasped her hair and pulled her into a standing position. He cast aside the flogger, walked her to the sumptuous bedding and pushed her to her knees. He bent her over a stack of pillows. The softness was a grateful contrast to the chair. A silky plume swept over her rump. The simple feather could have ignited her highly sensitized buttocks. She shivered and tried not to notice how her wetness was running down her thighs.
She heard the rustle of his clothes being shed and remembered how inviting his chest had looked beneath his unbuttoned shirt. Twisting her head, she looked behind herself to see his cock spring from his pants. Thick and hard, it was a beautiful member. She wanted it, needed it to tame the heat inside her.
No, that will not do! She needed to prevail with this wager. She forced her mind to consider the soreness in her arms, the tenderness of her derriere, the humiliation of being trussed up before this man, her most intimate parts fully exposed and at his mercy.
“What a lovely blush adorns your arse,” he admired of his handiwork.
And yet there was something quite titillating, exhilarating and seductive in submitting to Lord Rockwell.
He encased his cock with a protective sheath. Partaking of her wetness, he rubbed it upon the covering and looked at her. The dark hunger in his eyes made her cunny throb. She straightened her head and took a deep breath. When his cock grazed her, she gasped in delight. He sawed his erection between her legs. Back and forth. Back and forth. As pleasurable as the action was, she wanted more.
Take me, she nearly shouted.
As if reading her mind, he plunged himself into her. Her cunny clutched at his cock greedily. How marvelous he felt inside her. She would have savored the sensation longer but her arousal, brought to a famished height, was impatient for more. Her hips moved of their own volition. He moved his own in rhythm to hers until he was thrusting deeper and deeper into her. She moaned her appreciation. Yes…
No.
She managed to calm her hips. With her mind she tried to extinguish the fire consuming her. The effort made her feel as if her body would twist itself inside out.
He reached around her and pinched a nipple. The sensation shot straight to her cunny. He continued his thrusting and gently slapped a buttock. He groped the orb, his large hand covering her flesh. She had never thought such attentions to her arse would prove so provocative. He circled his hand around her hip for her clitoris, stroking the engorged nub as he pumped his cock in and out of her.
No, no, no…yes…no…yes!
Desire vibrated with unbearable intensity within her. The tide pushed against her now meager wall of resistance and her body shattered into a thousand pieces. She cried out as the waves washed over her. Spasms rippled through her limbs, jerking her against him. She vaguely heard him grunt and felt his thrusts quicken before he fell atop her, his weight pushing her into the pillows. They lay, their bodies still joined, taking in air as they sank back to earth.
* * * * *
A full sennight had passed since her visit with Lord Rockwell and still her cheeks flushed when she recalled their assignation. For days she could not sit without feeling the flogger upon her arse.
Applying a balm to the affected area, he had murmured, “Well done, Miss Herwood.”
Despite having lost the wager, she had felt quite satisfied with herself. She had not required her safety word. Her body had been pushed to limits she had never thought possible. The whole experience had been unworldly.
With tenderness, he had removed her bonds and rubbed her sore arms as she lay against him, her body spent. And that too proved pleasurable. She would have been content to fall asleep in his arms but for the need to return before the household awoke. He had attended to her toilette with the air of a gentleman, notwithstanding what he had just done to her.
“I presume my debt to be disposed of?” she had inquired before departing.
His eyes had glimmered. “Indeed.”