by Marie Hall
“Devin,” she breathed, pressing back more.
“Is it too soon, Mia? Should I wait? Make sure you’re well lessoned?” He eased off and leaned back.
“No,” Mia cried out, lifting up and looking back at him.
“Down,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and forcing her back over the table.
“No, Devin, please.”
“No, of course not. I won’t punish you more Mia, I told you that, didn’t I?” He let go of her and reached for the cravat tied neatly around his neck. He pulled it off and gathered it between his hands, lifting it over her head in front of her face.
“Devin?” Mia called out as he covered her eyes and tied it securely behind her head.
“No, harm, Mia. A little pain, perhaps, but no harm,” he said softly and waited. A moment later she nodded. “Stay,” he again commanded and moved to where he’d stored the wedding gift. Carrying the box to the table he opened it.
He’d almost fallen out of his chair when he first viewed the gift. And he’d not known if he should be offended by the utter inappropriateness. After all, the men who gave him this collection of finely crafted phalluses knew what they’d be used for and on who, and they all helped raised Mia, worked for her father, maybe for her. After considering who they were from, he chose to see the humor in it and then he decided to put them to use. So far, much of what he did to his wife was quite ordinary. With the exception of a change in positioning he didn’t suspect he’d done anything any normal man didn’t do with a more common kind of wife.
Mia wasn’t common though. She had desires and passions that far exceeded most domestic women. Perhaps it was her association with the whores she knew on the docks. Seeing the commodore never discouraged her interaction with them, with anyone, it seemed. They found nothing wrong with sex and he might assume Mia was encouraged not to as well. Devin only guessed it was something more to do with her mother’s influence which caused any conflict in Mia, kept her from engaging in the act outside of marriage, making her think it was shameful if not done within the bonds. It was a complex matter and not one he cared to bother with tonight.
Removing one from the case, Devin examined it a bit before placing it against the lips of her pussy. Mia started, either at the cold or the hardness she felt. As soon as he began to rub at her sex with it, she relaxed. Once he’d coated it thoroughly with her own juices, he slipped it inside her.
She cried out and lift up, but he pushed her back down. “Devin?”
“It’s all right, Mia,” he soothed.
“That’s not you,” she said and again tried to lift up.
“Stay. And no it’s not.” He pulled it back then pushed it in again. “Do you like how it feels?”
He watched her worry at her lip with her teeth but she nodded. “Aye.”
“Good,” he said, reaching under her to set his fingers on her clit. Mia responded as he hoped. Grinding down at his touch and flexing her hips to meet the motion of the object he’d inserted.
“Devin,” she said then gasped. She rocked back to match the stroke then fumbled as she tried to grind down more on his fingers.
“Not sure which you want?” he chuckled. “Let’s try something you haven’t been able to know.” He pulled the ivory cock from her then quickly rolled her over and lifted her to sit on the table. Still blindfolded the sudden movement startled her. Devin had her legs pushed wide, her feet on the table ledge and his head between her knees before she found her balance. She cried out and fell backwards on the table, catching herself on her arms as Devin covered her swollen nub with his mouth. He took a few minutes to enjoy the taste of her before he reinserted the mock prick. Mia’s reaction was bliss to watch.
It was impossible for him to give her both pleasures, a cock in her pussy and a tongue on her clit, at once. Now she could feel both and Devin kept up the attention until he sensed her climbing that wave. He allowed her to get right to the brink then stopped abruptly. Mia’s cry held so much distress he almost felt guilty.
“Soon, Mia,” he said, standing and tossing the piece back in the box. “Soon. But there is more. You must wait.”
“Captain.” She pouted making him laugh.
“Naughty. I’ll not be lured in by you, siren.” He did bend and place a kiss on her knee as he started stripping out of his own clothes. He paused to divest Mia of her shoes but nothing else. “Roll over, Mia,” he ordered. He saw the concern on her face. Blindfolded she didn’t know where the table edges were. “Roll over. Trust me.” With little hesitation she complied and Devin felt his chest tighten. She did trust him. How many men could say that about the woman in their life? What a precious gift. “Put your head on the table Mia. Come, you know the position I want you in.”
“Aye,” she said and giggled as she set her head down and lifted her ass high, spreading her knees as far as the edges of the surface allowed.
She enjoyed being taken this way, maybe more than she enjoyed it any other way. He was fonder of her on top, riding him. It was a conflict, but not one that mattered. He spent some time adjusting her dress again. Played his fingers over her stockings and admired the view of her ass framed by ribbon and lace and marked by his discipline.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, as he bent and placed a kiss on the bruise he’d tortured earlier. “So beautiful and all mine.” He put his fingers against her pussy and stroked her until she moaned for him. “Let’s enjoy some more, Mia mine.”
“Aye, Captain,” Mia said with a mischievous tone.
“Naughty,” he told her as he lifted yet another phallus from the collection. This one looked to be made of teak. It was larger and cut to a spiraling shape. “Say my name, Mia.”
“Devin.” Again, the way she said it made his cock throb. He set the tip at her entrance, not concerned she’d be able to accept it given the copious amount of fluid dripping down her inner thigh, and pushed it in. “Oh?” Mia shouted as he seated it to the hilt, then, “Oh.” Her long sigh followed her body relaxing against it.
“Yes?”
“Aye.”
Again, he chuckled and paused to admire what he was looking at—his wife on her knees on a table with a wooden cock stretching her. Her clit so swollen it was a wonder it didn’t rupture. All his, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her ass. Mia’s moan only drove him on.
Lifting a finger, he softly touched her. He wanted to make this last, but he also knew he could bring her to climax several times. For what he wanted tonight, it might be best if he exhausted her so any resistance would be mild. Not that he really thought she’d resist. She trusted him. If she didn’t, he’d not press forward. Taking hold of the toy he pulled it back then pushed it in. He set into a steady even rhythm before starting his fingers agitating her nub.
Mia’s cries and pants started easy and light, but soon escalated into something more. Watching her sex clutch and relax and her hips rock to accommodate the invasion was a sight unlike any he’d seen. It was all he could do to keep his hands on Mia. If he so much as grabbed his own cock he’d spill.
As if him thinking of doing was enough, Mia came. She came hard. Hard enough her knees weakened and she collapsed on the table dislodging the phallus and creating a large wet spot under her.
Devin dropped that one to the side and moved around to Mia’s head. She was still blindfolded, though he knew she was listening, trying to determine what it was he was doing. When he presented his cock at her mouth, she inhaled deeply before opening for him. Her hands came around to clutch his thighs and urge him forward into her mouth.
Mia took his cock as deeply as she could and wrapped her fist tight around the rest. Devin thrust gently and slowly at first, allowing her time to find the pace, then increased it. Mia never faltered, sweeping of her tongue over his length with long hard sucks. Devin reached out and threaded his fingers through her hair at the temple. Closing his eyes, he gave in and let the sensation wash over him. The pull in his balls became nearly unbearable, tightening so he felt
it up in his gut. The sounds Mia made while she swallowed him drove him over the edge and with a cry the pleasure ripped through him, pulling him with it like a rip tide. He gained little relief as his wife never gave up her hold on him, his seed spurting into the back of her throat. A shudder rippled down his spine and his knees buckled a bit. Mia continued to suck at his shaft.
“Mia,” Devin gasped out, flexing his hips back until she released him. He placed a kiss on her head before untangling his fingers from her soft dark strands. He straightened, then bent as his head spun. He needed a few more gasping breaths before he could do what he made sure to do every time, without fail. “Ah Mia, how perfect you are.” He saw her smile then saw the smile turn into something else, something more than just pleasure at being praised. Something he couldn’t read, but was always satisfied to see on her face. “Ah, no,” he chided when her hand went to the blindfold. “Leave it, we’re not done.”
“We’re not, but you… ow,” she cried out when his hand slapped down on her ass. “Ow. Devin?” She reached back to rub the spot.
“No, Mia,” he said pulling her hand away as he again moved behind her. “We’re certainly not done.” He started on the row of tiny buttons on the back of her dress. He’d need some time but before the night was done he’d take her again. And he’d need the time to prepare her for how it would be done.
Chapter 16
Mia rubbed her hand across Devin’s chest, the splattering of rough hairs tickling her palm. Beneath her ear she could hear the steady beating of his heart. It pounded in time with her aching body. But what a deliciously sweet ache it was. Drawing in a deep breath, she focused on remembering every moment, every touch.
The first waves of ecstasy Devin created barely abated when he’d undone her gown and set her up on her knees. As sturdy as she knew the table to be it kept her nerves on edge being on it but not able to see. It never moved but she stayed alert like when on deck in rough seas.
Devin’s scent and the sound of his breathing gave her an idea of how close he was but until he touched her, and each touch came as a surprise no matter the intent of it, she didn’t know for sure exactly where he was. He set his hands on her shoulders and pushed the gown down until it fell away from her breasts and hooked on her elbows. But then he stopped touching her and Mia tried to locate him. Before she could, his fingers clamped down on the stiff nipple of her left tit through the fabric of her shift. She’d cried out both in surprise and with pain. He’d never quite pinched her that hard before. Even so, it wasn’t enough to displace the thrill which rippled through and made her already pleasured channel pulse again.
Devin held on until Mia started to feel more pain than pleasure, the flesh started to tingle and she moan and shifted. He let go at the very moment she’d thought to protest causing blood to rush back in. Again, the pain rushed up, but not enough to flood out the delight it caused. Then his touch was gone again. Again, it was nearly a moment too long before it returned. This time to push her shift away. She barely recovered from the cool chill over her bare skin when his mouth came down on her right breast.
Mia gasped and sucked in a breath as his mouth claimed the flesh. His teeth scraped down until they hovered just at the tip and Mia prepared to feel something direct. Rather, his tongue slipped out and circled the hard peak gently. It wasn’t quite what she wanted and she raised her hands intending to pull his head down and encourage him to either bite or suck harder.
As soon and her hands came up he was gone. “No, Mia,” he whispered. “Hands down. And keep them down.”
“But—” she made to protest only to have him reach around and grab her seat. Even through the dress his grip was strong enough to cause pain and Mia yelped and arched forward.
“Keep your hands down.” The warning was expressed and Mia set her hands in her lap and waited for what came next. She might have thought an hour passed before she again felt his hot breath and knew his mouth hovered just a hair’s width from her. She felt the pull in her breasts as she waited then a sharp pain when he bit down. She arched into it then away but Devin held and the sensation again went right to her sex. When she made the mistake of lifting her hands from her lap, Devin shifted and reaching past her, grabbed a handful of her ass in each of his. He squeezed and the combination of what he was doing at her breast and what he was doing to her ass sent her over the edge.
She was gasping when he yanked her hair and put his mouth to her ear. “Do as you’re told, Mia,” he said then nipped her lobe. That was rather contradictory, seeing as disobeying obtained her a climax. She heard his chuckle, felt him move away. “I won’t let you come next time, Mia.”
She gasped. How in Neptune’s name did he know?
“You are easier to read than the stars, Mia mine,” he told her and again moved away.
This time the boards creaking under his weight gave away his position and Mia felt her heart leap knowing he was at least several steps away. “Devin?”
“Hush,” he said again right next to her ear and she flinched. “No harm.”
“No harm,” Mia repeated, both confirming his words and reassuring herself. His breath puffed out over her cheek and she felt his lips brush by. “Devin?” Help her if he didn’t kiss her and soon. His lips covered hers almost as soon as the thought passed through her head. He tasted so good. Enough of the rum from dinner remained to mix so perfectly with the not quite salty taste of his seed that rested on her tongue.
His hand settled on her foot then worked up, under the piles of linen, along her leg, turning so his fingers caressed her inner thigh. Then up further so she could anticipate having them fill her again. Only to have him dodge away at the last second and curve over her ass. Mia shifted but couldn’t make him put his fingers where she wanted. Perhaps he needed more encouragement from her. Forgetting his warning, Mia lifted her hand and reached where she thought his prick might be. Before she realized the mistake, he’d pulled away. The hand under her dress moved so his arm was wrapped around her waist and she was lifted from the table, draped in half. Her skirts fell over her head and his palm slapped down hard on her tender backside.
Mia yelped, but Devin’s hand landed again, then once more. “I said hands down, Mia.”
“Ow,” she complained as she was set on her feet and helped upright. The whole episode was rather anticlimactic. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt in either a good or bad way, and she rather suspected Devin intend it to be so measured.
She felt him step away and heard him ‘tsk’ at her. “Next time, Mia, I’ll bring some rope, then you’ll not have to worry about keeping your hands as I like.”
His words did so many things to her. Frightened, thrilled, intrigued. How might he use rope? How might it feel to have her hands tied so she couldn’t use them at all? Was she wicked for wanting to find out? She heard his chuckle, felt his hands take hold of her dress and with a tug he sent it pooling at her feet.
“Yes, next time some rope,” he said and Mia felt her pussy contract. “So pretty,” he said and taking her hand helped her step over the dress so she stood naked before him. “This way, Mia.”
She followed his voice, certain he was directing her towards the bed. Even with her eyes covered, she had a good sense of direction. She knew she was right when her knees gently hit the frame. He took her by the shoulders and turned her before forcing her to sit, then lay back.
Mia inhaled deeply as his hands stroked her flesh from shoulder to hip. She didn’t resist when he gripped her thighs and pulled them open. Knowing he was looking at that part of her sent a ripple of pleasure through her.
She was more than ready when his fingers plunged in and forcefully began stroking her. There was nothing restrained in the act. Several times his knuckles slammed into her nub as he twisted his hand to ensure there was no place left untouched. The tide was coming up again and she was ready for it when he stopped. Bereft, she cried out and fisted her hands into the bedding to prevent reaching out for him. She did lift her feet from the
floor to the frame. This gave her the leverage grabbing him didn’t and she raised her hips to each thrust.
“Ah, good girl,” he said and Mia let the words wash over her. He didn’t praise often. Earning such from him was an effort so it meant something more to her when he did. “Stay,” was the command that followed and while she did, she didn’t think he’d give more praise for obeying.
Mia easily sensed when he stepped away and when he returned, but beyond that, she didn’t know what he was doing. She’d nothing on which to base her experiences. Something was set down on the bed and Devin stood between her legs. He was there, quiet and still so long Mia started to cool and her skin prickled.
She nearly came out of that skin when Devin finally touched her. His fingers swept down between her breasts and then his palm made circles on her belly. The bed shifted a little when he set his hand down beside her head and leaned over her. He placed brief kisses along her jaw, her cheek, and then over to her ear.
“Maybe a little pain Mia, but no harm.” Mia nodded. “Tonight we do what I like.”
“Aye,” she said, confident whatever he liked, she’d like. He dropped his hand lower and his fingers skimmed the skin between her legs. His touch was as light as he might make it. First touching her mons, then the valley between there and her thigh. His knuckles brushed softly up the inside of her thigh then down, causing Mia’s skin to prickle up again as his fingertips brushed so lightly over her flanks there was almost no contact. His fingers disappeared for a moment and left Mia waiting, anticipating where he’d touch next and how.
It didn’t take long before a hand settled on either knee pushed her legs as wide as they could go and his tongue flicked out over her bud. Mia gasped out. She’d thought his fingers but not his mouth would be what she felt. Being unable to see made anticipating anything impossible. His tongue flicked out again, but not once hard enough to do more than make her want more. When she lifted her ass to encourage him, his hands came off her knees and slid beneath her buttocks. Now she couldn’t get it down and he was free to squeeze however hard he wanted which he was doing.
