by Ashe Barker
“I can’t, not if you—”
“That was an instruction, not a question. No talking, Victoria.” He introduced a second finger and slid the pair in and out several times. He loved the way her mouth flattened as she concentrated on suppressing her response. Her inner turmoil was pasted across her face as arousal warred with the desire to avoid punishment. Her features contorted, her breathing shortened to a rapid panting. She pressed her shoulders against the bedpost, which had the delightful effect of presenting her breasts to him, begging for further attention.
He delivered another long, slow thrust, then another. She squirmed, her pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Judging her to be on the brink of thoroughly disgracing herself, he withdrew and cupped her chin with his free hand. The other hand, still wet with her juices, he trailed across her mouth. “Open, please.”
Victoria gasped, but obeyed him. He slid the slick digits between her lips.
“Do you like the taste of you, sweet Victoria?” He pulled his fingers out and licked them himself. “Mmm, a truly exquisite flavour, my slut. Quite unique, would you not agree?”
She ran her tongue over her lips, but did not answer. It had been a direct question; he might have insisted but decided to let that minor slip go.
“One moment, please.” He stood and walked away, leaving her to cast her head around wildly, seeking him out. He retrieved what he needed from the pocket of his trousers, still lying where he left them on the floor. A strip of narrow red ribbon, perhaps a couple of feet in length. He returned to sit beside her, and stroked her cheek to indicate that he was back. She relaxed straight away, turning her face towards the caress.
He ran his hand down her face to her neck, then along her shoulder. He brought it lower, to cup her right breast again.
“So pretty, so sensitive. Did you know your nipples were so responsive, Victoria?”
“I… are they?”
“I would say so. They swell when I touch them, like this.” He pinched the tip between his fingers, maintaining a light, even pressure.
Victoria swallowed hard. “No, sir. I did not know.”
“A learning experience for both of us then. I believe we can do better than this though. Do you trust me, little one?”
“Yes, sir.” Her reply was immediate and unequivocal. He was gratified by that.
Adam lowered his face to her breast, then took the engorged nipple between his teeth. He held it firm as he flicked it with his tongue, loving the way she wriggled and squirmed under his ministrations. Shifting his attention to the other breast, he subjected that to the same treatment. He hollowed out his cheeks to apply suction, and was rewarded by a low, keening moan from his lovely, confused little slut.
Might she actually orgasm from this? Now that would be interesting. For another occasion perhaps, but not his primary purpose today.
He stopped only when he was satisfied both nubs were as hard and swollen as he could make them. He sat up to cast an admiring glance over the wet, slick peaks before reaching for the ribbon.
He looped one end around Victoria’s left nipple and tied a knot. Slowly, he tightened it, all the while watching her face, looking for the moment when the discomfort became too much. There! She opened her mouth, and he knew the next word she would utter would be ‘dancer.’ He stopped.
“Enough. Now the other one.”
She was calmer as he repeated the action on her right nipple, and he noted she allowed the ribbon to be tightened a little more this time, as though she trusted him to know when to stop. A good sign.
The excess ribbon hung between her bound nipples in a shallow loop. Adam curled his finger around it and gave a light tug.
“Oh! Aagh.” She let out a scream, but offered no further protest. Adam did it again.
“Sir, that hurts. Please don’t.”
“I beg your pardon, Victoria. Did you say something, despite all my warnings and leniency up to now?”
“No, sir, I just—”
He tugged again, more sharply this time. She let out a low whimper. Adam was pleased; it showed she was acclimatising to the pain. He reached for his trousers again, and this time retrieved a key from his pocket. It was heavy and usually secured his wine cellar. It would do well as a weight.
He tied the key to the centre of the loop of ribbon, then let it go. It hung suspended, swinging slightly, applying gentle, continuous pressure to Victoria’s tortured peaks.
“If you remain absolutely still, the pain is manageable, yes?”
Victoria nodded.
“But if you wriggle around as you have been, it will hurt a lot more. You might end up needing your safe word, and we don’t want that, do we? Neither of us.”
“No, sir.”
He thought he detected the first hint of a sob in her voice. He needed to conclude this soon and release her nipples. A few minutes at most would be ample for the first time.
“Open your legs again. Wide.”
She had closed her thighs in her wriggling as she tried to find a comfortable position. He thought the action subconscious. If he had believed she had done so deliberately he might have punished her for that. She spread them at once.
Adam caressed her weeping pussy again. If anything she was wetter than before, her clit plumper. She might whimper and moan, but there could be no doubt that she was a slut who responded beautifully to pain. There was so much he could, and would, show her over the coming weeks and months, however long this pleasant liaison between them might last.
He flicked her clit with his fingertip, then pressed on the swollen bud. Her body jerked, sending the key swinging. She moaned, and he suspected there would be tears on the inside of her blindfold. He wanted to know, needed to know how she was coping.
The knot securing the silk kerchief loosened under his deft fingers and the fabric fell away. She opened her eyes, blinking in the sudden light. Her eyelashes were spiky and wet. She looked adorable and he could not resist leaning in to kiss her.
Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue inside to taste, to explore. He swirled his tongue around hers, loving the soft roughness of it before he broke the kiss. She was actually suckling his tongue as he withdrew.
“You’ve done so well, sweetheart. I’m proud of you. Now, look at me. Don’t close your eyes, and don’t look away. I want to watch you as you climax. I want to see your release in your eyes and know I put it there.”
She said nothing, but he knew she would obey.
Her eyes widened as he massaged her clit. They were darker now, a deep cobalt colour. She yelped when he slid two fingers deep into her cunt.
“Sir, I…”
“Come for me, Victoria. Now.”
“I don’t, I can’t…”
“Now.” He injected all the sternness and authority he could muster into that one word. It worked. Her pupils dilated and her pussy contracted. Harsh shudders shook her body, and though the key swung crazily she seemed oblivious to it as her orgasm built and crested. She fixed her gaze on his and held it, allowing him to peer right into her soul as her release claimed her.
Chapter Nine
Victoria’s head was reeling, even as her heartbeat returned to normal. Her body felt strange, alien almost, as though it no longer belonged to her. Perhaps it did not. Perhaps she now belonged to this strange, powerful, charismatic man who had taken mere moments to free her from the bedpost and was now loosening the ribbon wound tightly around her throbbing nipples.
“This will hurt, just for short time.” He glanced up at her as he murmured the words, momentarily before her breast seemed to explode in a burst of agony.
Victoria screamed and tried to clutch at her searing nipple. Adam stopped her by the simple expedient of pinning both her hands above her head on the pillow.
“Be still, it will pass.”
He was right, it did, but it still brought fresh tears to her eyes. She tensed as he went to work on the second nipple.
A couple of minutes later, when the fresh wave of pain had receded, she glared balefully at the innocuous-looking length of ribbon.
“Is that all it was? It hurt so much, I thought… I do not know what I thought, precisely.”
“That’s why I blindfolded you. Your imagination did most of the work.” He stretched out alongside her, his erection nudging her hip. “You will not be imagining what comes next though. This is real.”
She turned to face him. “I know. And I’m glad. It’s time. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”
“I think I can promise you that much.” He shifted to position himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging her entrance.
Victoria flexed her hips, lifting her pelvis in an instinctive movement to ease his entry. She still retained some lingering doubt that he would be able to enter her without splitting her wide open, but had already seen, and felt, enough at his hands to trust his judgement. If Adam said this would be fine, she believed him. She looked up into his eyes and said the first thing that entered her head. “Thank you, sir.”
He smiled at her, and he winked. She was still processing that when he surged forward, filling her with one long stroke. There was a flash of white-hot pain as her hymen snapped, then—nothing.
Well, not nothing exactly, but certainly not pain. She felt full, stretched, uncomfortable certainly, but nothing more remarkable than that. She had dreaded this moment, convincing herself she would need to be brave and stoical, that losing her virginity would be a necessary evil to overcome in her quest for a baby of her own. It was none of that. The best description she could find for the sensation was sudden. And now, it was done.
“Are you still alive, Miss Wynne?” His low rumble concealed a chuckle, she suspected. She might have punched his shoulder if he did not still have her wrists secured in his iron grip.
“I believe so, Mr. Luke. Is that it? Are we done?”
“Not quite. I paused for a moment to allow you a chance to catch your breath.”
“I see. So…?”
“So, lift your legs and cross your ankles behind my back if you would, please. And hang on.”
Bemused, Victoria did as he instructed. The new position felt less strained, as though the angle was perhaps preferable. As she pondered the choreography of all this, he withdrew his cock from her, almost entirely. He held that pose for a few seconds, then drove it slowly back in. This time the thrust was deep, straight, unhurried. And it brought with it no rush of pain, no burst of discomfort to make her shriek or cling to him in fear. Instead, the sensation was one of sweet friction as his cock stroked against her inner walls. He was large, she had known that much, and the fit was tight. Her body was stretching though, reshaping to surround him, clinging to him, already convulsing around his erection in a manner she could not control.
He withdrew and thrust again, harder this time. Her body responded, the now familiar knot of arousal and pleasure starting deep in her lower abdomen and working outward.
“Oh, sir, that feels most strange.”
“Indeed? Is it good though?”
“Yes, sir, I believe it is.”
“Do you still want to get it over with?”
“No, I expect it will be fine if you want to take a little time over the matter, after all.”
“I’m so pleased, little one, since I intend to do precisely that.”
He proceeded to fuck her slowly, but very thoroughly. Victoria writhed, stretched, flexed, and arched as sensation sizzled through her. She had known there was pleasure to be had in this, perhaps, eventually, and Adam had already treated her to a taste of that as he prepared her. But she had not imagined that in taking her virginity he might produce such a surge of exultation in her, nor that she would squeeze and cling to him, seeking more friction, more sensation. She wanted harder, faster, tighter, hotter, and Adam delivered it all.
She struggled to be free to move, and he obliged by releasing her hands. Victoria clung to his shoulders as he pumped his cock into her slick channel. There were sounds; she supposed she must be making them. Moaning, begging, pleading, for what she was unsure but she just knew she needed something. Adam took his weight on his elbows and knees, which was yet another revelation for Victoria. She had imagined she would be trapped beneath him, unable to breathe or move but it was not so. Adam picked up a powerful, demanding rhythm, but in every other way he was infinitely gentle with her. He caressed her hair, murmured sweet encouragement into her ear, trailed kisses across her neck and shoulders before sealing his mouth over hers. He plunged his tongue between her lips, mimicking the action of his cock in her pussy.
It was too much. And not nearly enough. Victoria unhooked her ankles from behind his back and planted her feet on the mattress. She flexed, arched her spine, and returned his thrusts. Her body convulsed, the waves of pure pleasure pulsing from somewhere deep inside her. She wondered if he was bigger, harder, wider than when he first entered her. She felt stretched to the limit, could take no more, yet she craved something even deeper.
He slid his tongue from her mouth then buried his face in her hair. Victoria clung to him, her desperation mounting.
“Sir, please…”
“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?”
“No. Not that. Not at all. I just… could you…? I’m so close, but I can’t…” She squeezed her inner muscles hard, trying to create or capture an intangible something she could not quite name or describe, but knew she desired.
“Okay, I know. Trust me?”
“Yes. Always.”
“For now will do.” He kissed her forehead, then slid his hands down to her hips. He lifted her, at the same time shifting to a kneeling position, his cock still embedded deep within her. He turned them so Victoria now lay across the bed, her bottom close to the edge. Adam arranged his knees under her buttocks, her legs spread wide around his hips and her feet dangling over the edge of the bed. She could not quite reach the floor, but had no need to. Victoria stared up at his face but he was not looking at her. Instead his gaze was fixed on the spot where their bodies joined. He slid his cock from her, then eased back in, as deep as he could. At this new angle she felt each delicious stroke against some inner spot that she was just discovering seemed to be more sensitive than anywhere else. She gasped, pleasure coiling and unfurling somewhere within her. It was warm, intense, yet infinitely sweet.
Adam raised his eyes to meet hers, and he smiled at her. He slid his hands up her body to cup her breasts, massaging them in a firm yet gentle caress, then he took both nipples between his fingers and rolled them. She tensed, anticipating that he would squeeze and hurt her, though she was stunned to realise that was a pain she now craved. He didn’t. Instead he drew his hands back down her torso, across the slight roundness of her stomach, pausing to circle her navel with his fingers before continuing on.
She closed her eyes as he reached her clit, sighing in pure ecstasy as he used his thumbs to ease back the hood and expose the quivering bud beneath. She held her breath as he feathered the lightest of touches across the tip. She tensed, her entire body, every nerve ending centred on the bundle of sensation he now held in his hands.
He firmed his touch, applying the slightest pressure, then a whisper more as she flung her hands behind her head and attempted to lift her body to offer it to him. Her feet dangled uselessly behind him, unable to gain any purchase on either the bed or the floor. She was immobile, as much so as if he had tied her, and utterly his to command.
Adam stroked and teased, tracing the edges of her clit with his fingers, then flicking the tip. He rubbed, he grazed, he pressed, and he squeezed, and Victoria believed she might just die of lust.
“Please, sir, please, please…” Her body started to contract, her pussy convulsing around him. She caught a grimace of something, not pain exactly, flashing across his handsome features and was aware he must be feeling her response too. He was inside her, her pussy gripping him as she writhed and s
quirmed in her ecstasy.
Then, suddenly, she was flying. Her senses shattered, she closed her eyes on a flash of white light and gave herself up to pure sensation. Her body tingled, her muscles stiffened. She grasped fistfuls of eiderdown and hung on as wave after wave of pleasure swept away all rational thought.
As her senses returned she opened her eyes to see Adam still above her. His expression was warm, a half smile across his lips.
“Better now?”
Victoria could only nod, unsure of the correct response. What was one supposed to say to a man in this circumstance? Thank you, sir, for making me almost faint with joy? For almost killing me with pleasure? For being gentle and kind, and making this thing I feared into the most beautiful experience of my life? She said none of that, but suspected he might see it in her expression. Surely her gratitude and delight were writ across her face plainly enough.
Adam shifted his knees from beneath her. He was on top again now, his elbows on either side of her shoulders. He framed her face in his hands, smoothing the hair back from her forehead.
“Do you still want that baby? I could withdraw, if you prefer.”
“No. No, no, no. I want it, all of it.”
“Then it is yours, little one.” He pulled back, waited for a moment to catch and hold her gaze, then drove his cock deep again. He held still, she shivered as he lurched inside her, then the hot wash of his semen filled her. Victoria wrapped her legs around him again, and hung on.
* * *
She woke, startled. Where was she?
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, which billowed a little in the light breeze. The window was open, and there was the sound of traffic outside. It was loud, raucous, and unfamiliar. The calls of traders, the rattle of hooves and wheels on stone cobbles. Victoria shoved herself up onto her elbows, and winced.
She was sore, and in a place not normally so sensitive. Indeed, this sensation was unprecedented. She groaned as the events leading to this moment crystallised in her head. Yesterday, was it? Or maybe earlier today. She had lost track of time since she’d entered this suite at The Ritz with Adam Luke. Since she’d knelt before him and allowed him to explore her body leaving no part of her private. He’d tied her to the bedpost, tortured her nipples, then eventually he’d laid her on the mattress and fucked the living daylights out of her.
