Desire's Golden Dreams

by Tish Domenick

  “We’ll see. Can we get back to the first Hannah and her, uh, ‘husbands’ and her businesses?”

  “Let’s move forward in time.”

  “No, not yet. I want to know about Hannah and Rocco’s weekend together.”

  “It’s on the rough side. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

  “I won’t be shocked, believe me.”

  “I think you may be, but okay. I like to revisit that weekend often myself.” As he did before, Slim closed his eyes to transport his spirit back in time.

  Chapter Seven

  San Francisco, 1852

  He entered the room silently while she was in the dressing area with her back turned. The bandana in his hand was one he’d worn around his neck all day. His scent would be unmistakable. She bent to roll down her stockings, first one, and then the other. He waited until she sat to tug them from her feet, then he pounced. He tied the bandana around her eyes and she tensed and gasped. Then she sniffed.

  “Rocco, what are you doing?”

  “Obviously, I am blindfolding you.” He pulled her to her feet.

  “I don’t know if I—”

  He slapped her bottom. “Shh, do not talk unless I give you permission. I am totally in control of you this weekend.”

  “But the servants….”

  “They are not a problem. You can protest. You can scream. You can yank on the bell pulls. No one will come. Brady and Andre are at the mine. I have arranged for meals to be delivered to the dining room on this floor at specific times. Most of the staff has gone away for the weekend with the Princess and her father. I gave the rest, one cook, one maid and the butler, specific orders to let no one disturb us. You and I are hammering out a particularly difficult contract as far as they know.

  “Thus, I am the master of you and of the house for two days. You will obey my every request and you may not move from the bedroom except by my consent or request. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, but—”

  He pinched her nipples with a fierce twist. “You know the proper way to address me and I did not authorize any questions. You will answer mine. Otherwise you may not speak.” He slapped her bottom with his hand, then through her slip he squeezed her vaginal lips until she grimaced. “Now do you understand?” Rocco almost wished she would be belligerent. He wanted to tame her with some delicious punishments.

  “Yes, I certainly do.”

  “And you will behave and use the proper form of address?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “That’s better.” Rocco grinned. His Hannah was too bright not to figure out the parameters of the game. They had played short versions of master and slave before, but not to the extent they would play tonight. He had her in his control all weekend, two glorious days that would have to last him the rest of his life. “I will not punish you this time, but in the future you will receive severe retribution if you defy me or call me anything but Master. Now, undress for me—slowly.”

  She had already removed her dress, shoes, and stockings and did not wear a girdle around the house. Her petticoat buttoned up the front and she lingered over each satin-covered button until they were all undone.

  “Do not use your hands to take it off. Shimmy, shaking your tits and ass until it falls to the floor.”

  She shook her shoulders until the petticoat began slipping. It caught on her bandeau and she reached up to tug on it.

  He grabbed her hands and tied them together with a scarf. “Use your body only.”

  Hannah inhaled and quickly exhaled and hunched until the silk dropped to her hips where it caught again. She gyrated and it began to move.

  “Turn slowly as you work your hips.”

  Hannah did as she was told. Gradually the garment fell and when it pooled at her feet she stepped out of it. Being blindfolded with her hands tied, she lost balance and Rocco had to steady her.

  “You must be more graceful. I am not aroused by clumsiness.” He ripped her bandeau off and bit down on her nipple. She wailed and he bit harder until tasting blood. She sucked in a breath but didn’t moan this time. He lapped up a drop of blood and transferred it to her lips as he kissed her.

  “Do you like the taste as much as I do?” Hannah nodded and inserted her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her with ardor. “See, when you are good, you get rewarded. When you cry out or protest without permission, I have to hurt you.” He stepped back. “Now, finish the show. You are not quite naked.”

  With a finger from each of her tied-together hands under the waistband of her bloomers, she drew them off, inch by inch while swiveling her hips.

  Rocco’s breathing accelerated watching the show. Hannah’s body was exquisite. He quickly shucked off his own clothes and threw them on the bureau. “Bend over to pick up your underwear. I want to examine your ass.”

  Again she complied without comment and waited for his order to straighten. Before he gave it, he spanked her and poked a finger into her rear orifice. She pushed back on it and he slid another finger in.

  “Yes, you can be good. I like that. You may stand up straight.”

  She stood and reached forward. Her hands found his cock and she lightly ran fingers down it and caught the liquid from his seeping cock. She raised her bound hands to her mouth and sucked the fingers wet with his seed.

  Rocco shook with wanting her. He led her to the side of her slipper chair and sat, his knees spread wide. “Kneel between my legs and suck me. I am too ready to last fucking your pussy or your ass. I enjoy seeing that ass red with my handprints and I will fill it with my seed once I have come and can last longer.”

  Hannah had to feel her way to the correct position. Rocco did not lift a finger to guide or assist her. As always, she wet his cock with her tongue before drawing it into her mouth. As he suspected, he couldn’t last for more than a few seconds. She was good at this and he loved her too much. He came without much effort on her part and hoped he could live up to his Master role. Hannah was too desirable to resist. He led her to the bed.

  This is your whole world this weekend. You are mine to control. “Climb to the middle and get in position to be ass fucked—on your hands and knees.”

  “May I talk now since I have been so good?” She sat on the side of the bed.

  “Did I say you could? No, I didn’t. I’m afraid I shall have to punish you this time.” He reached into the box on the bedside table that he’d brought upstairs with him. “I like long hard nipples with lots of feeling. These will hurt you, but you deserve it for your defiance. And the pain for you will bring pleasure to me. He put clamps on her nipples and she screeched.

  “If you do that again, I shall have to gag you. Do you want to be gagged?”

  “No, but this hurts like the devil, Rocco.”

  “What did you say?” he tightened the clamps.

  “This hurts, Master.”

  “Better, but are you complaining?”

  “No, Master. Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy even if it hurts like hell, Master.”

  He loosened the clamps a bit. “There. They should be nothing more than a stimulant now. Do you like the feeling?”

  “Yes, Master. They give me some slight pain, but mostly they make me want your cock inside me. Please, Master, will you fuck me?”

  “Perhaps you will learn not to break the rules and make me hurt you again. The next punishment will be harsher yet. Do you have anything more to say?”

  She shook her head and struggled into a kneeling position on the bed. With her hands still tied, it was difficult. He reached out to help, but stopped in time.

  Rocco used an excessive amount of lubricant, smearing it in and around her asshole. He gauged her readiness with two fingers inside. She clenched her muscles at first and he slapped her for that.

  “Sorry, Master. Please do it again.”

  He did and this time she opened like a morning blossom. “Good girl. Now I will give you something better than my fingers.” He applied lubricant to his cock. “You do under
stand you may not have an orgasm until I say you may.”

  “Yes, Master, but it may be difficult to hold back when your cock is inside me.”

  “It will not go well for you if you come without permission.”

  “Yes, Master. I will hold off and wait for your command.”

  He added more lubricant to her rear entrance and plunged deep and hard. She grunted and he pulled out and gave her ass two whacks with the palm of his hand. “The only noises you are allowed to make are those of ecstasy or to ask for more. He rammed back into her.

  “More, Master, give me more, harder, faster.”

  He went slower and more gently into her this time. “Good girl. If you continue this way, I will let you have an orgasm soon.” He pulled slowly out of her and slipped slowly back in. “Aah, you are still so tight here. I am growing frantic with these slow thrusts. Your ass is so lovely. It would please me to push in and out of this beautiful hole faster and harder.”

  “Yes, yes, I want that, Master. I want to make you happy.”

  He pushed her head down to the pillow. “I want your rump higher for my ease of entrance. I wish to plunge in and out of this tight place for a long time.” He held a hand on her shoulders so her nipples would grind into the mattress. She gasped with the pain of it as the nipple clamps ate into her flesh. He did not let her up. He pushed down harder and thrust into her ass hard and rough until he thought she might be worn out. In sympathy, he slowed his fucking to slippery, eel-like motions. Soon after, the dreamy rhythm got to him and he grunted his release and collapsed beside her.

  His natural instinct was to hold her, but he had to maintain control to ensure her obedience for all he had planned. Hannah could take all he could dish out when it came to fucking. She loved it all and she loved him as much as he loved her. Leaving her would be difficult, but each day he stayed would only make it harder. He had to make his own way and his own family.

  After a few seconds he left the bed. “You may relax flat on your back now while I wash and gather my supplies. Put a pillow beneath your delectable little rump and spread your legs wide so I may see your cunt as I clean myself.”

  She did as she was told. “May I watch you, Master?”

  “No, you must keep the bandana on a while longer. You will enjoy this next part. I am going to reward you for being a good ass fuck. You are the best I’ve had, you know.”

  “That’s because I love your cock up there and because I love you, Master.”

  He returned to the bed and tightened the nipple clamps for a second before removing them. “Ah these lovely little beads are stretched the way I like them.” He drew first one, then the other in his mouth to her moans of delight.

  “Feel them for yourself.” He untied her hands and placed one hand on each breast. She tweaked her own nipples.

  “Hmm, they are longer. I like them this way also. They have more feeling.”

  “Keep playing with them with one hand and use the other on your cunt. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.” He dripped some wine into her mouth from the bottle. “This will help you feel a little freer to enjoy yourself.”

  She drank greedily as he poured more into her mouth, then dribbled some down her chest. The liquid pooled in her navel and he lapped it up. “Use some of this for lubricant if you need it.” He dripped more into her mouth and onto her chest. He sucked it from her nipples and sat back against the headboard. “Now do yourself.”

  As he suggested, she used one hand to pinch her nipples while the other frantically plunged in and out of her pussy. Her writhing and moaning hardened his cock to the ready and he guided it into her mouth. She came violently as she sucked him. He moved away and she mewed in disappointment.

  “No, my dear slave. I’m not quite ready yet to fuck you to orgasm. Be grateful I let you come at all. The next time I come, it will be in your pussy while you beg for more.”

  “I’m begging now. I want you inside me, Master.”

  “Talking without permission again? I see I’ve been too lenient with you.” He grasped her wrists and tied one to each headboard post. “I have left the ties loose enough so I may turn you to whatever position is most pleasing to me at any moment. I’ve left your legs free for the same reason.

  “You have disobeyed and must be reprimanded.” He lifted a riding crop from the box and slapped it into his palm a few times before walking around the bed. As he circled her, he traced a line down her body and back up with the crop. She shivered.

  “I knew you could not behave. You are a naughty witch. That is why I’ve come prepared. For your penance, I shall inflict upon your body—uh shall we say sensations? Some may be very painful, some only slightly so. You will have three tries to guess what instrument I am using on you, and if you guess correctly you will avoid further pain. Some of these sensations you may enjoy, others you will not.”

  He left her for a moment and returned to slide a cold, slick object down over one breast to her navel. “I cannot tell if you enjoy this sensation or not. Your nipple hardened when it crossed your breast, but your body tensed.” He drew the cold object down to her pubic area.

  She gasped. “I do not think I like it, Master.”

  “Have you guessed what it is?”

  “Is it, um, is it a knife?” She shuddered as he ran the steel back up to her nipple.

  “It is, indeed, the flat side of a blade with a very sharp point.” He inserted the tip just above her nipple and let the blood trickle down her breast.

  “No, Rocco.” She scissor-kicked her feet trying to find him.

  “What did you say?” He jabbed her with the knife but didn’t cut her again. “Did you say ‘no’ to me? Did you address me the correct way?”

  “Sorry, Master. May I have more of the knife?”

  Rocco leaned over her and sucked at the blood beneath her nipple. He licked the residue under her breast. “There, I have sipped your blood once again this evening. You shall be part of me forever.” He sliced the knife tip over his thumb. “Now, you must become part of me.”

  He smeared his blood on her lips. She licked it, then drew his thumb into her mouth and sucked with smacking noises.

  “Excellent. You have passed the first test. You know the Indians would say we are now blood brothers. You can never forget a blood brother.” He left the bed and applied a plaster to his finger. “Now for test number two.”

  Hannah took some calming breaths, sensing Rocco was no longer in the room. She had always enjoyed playing games with Rocco and being submissive to him. The slight pain he inflicted from time to time added an element of danger which aroused her. This game with the knife, however, frightened her. He had drawn blood twice and the night was young. She was glad he’d put away the knife, but she shuddered at what he might do to her next.

  Not being able to see heightened her other senses and being tied made her vulnerable and wary. It also made her needy. Her pussy was wet for him, but she could not anger him by refusing to play his games. She could not ask him to fuck her because he might bring back the knife. She yanked at the cords tying her to the bed posts. He’d left a lot of give and she could bend her wrists and she could reach the pillows for a resting place, but she could not get free. Maybe if she had more time… No he wouldn’t have gone far enough for her to get free. Drawers rattled in the dressing room. He was back. She felt his presence next to the bed.

  A fluttering of soft, yet firm substances on her cheek gave Hannah a start.

  “Did you miss me, darlin’?”

  “Yes, Master, but mostly I miss your cock.”

  “It will be in your cunt soon. First you must earn the right to it. Would you like these objects to massage your breasts?”

  The fluttering went across her breasts twice and she smiled. “Does my Master hold feathers in his hand?”

  “Ah, you are once again correct and deserve a bit of a reward.”

  He slid between her legs and kissed all around her pussy making her lift her hips to welcome him.


  Immediately, he stopped. “You may not make any attempt to force me to let you have your orgasm. You will lie still and let me manipulate your body in any way I wish.”

  Hannah resisted the urge to scream at him. This was worse than torture. She wanted his cock inside her or her pussy sucked to completion. If she were not tied down and blindfolded, she could seduce him into giving her what she required. All she was able to do in her present state was apologize again.

  “I am so very sorry for displeasing you, Master. I know I should not do anything without permission and I will not be so presumptuous in the future. Please give me more kisses down there, Master, and I shall wait for your command before I thrust my hips again.”

  This time he covered her pussy with his mouth and held it there for several seconds without sucking or tonguing her. Warmth from his lips melted her anger at his denying her release. She held her breath in anticipation.

  Finally, he flicked his tongue over her nether lips, then covered her again and breathed. The heat from his breath suffused her entire body and she moaned with contentment. The sound must have stimulated him because he then licked and sucked in earnest. She couldn’t keep her lower body still and once again he stopped short of her orgasm.

  “I see you continue to defy my orders. I let you go unscathed last time. I will not ignore your insolence for the second time. You must pay a penalty.”

  The bed shook. His knees were at either side of her head when she tried to move it to feel where he was and what he was doing. The next thing that touched her cheek was quickly placed between her lips. “Suck me dry and don’t let any of my juices fall on the pillow. Swallow every drop.” His hands made a cradle under her head and he moved her to the rhythm he desired. He pumped his cock between her lips and she sucked as if her life depended upon it. Indeed, tonight it might.

  She ran her tongue along the underseam of his cock as she sucked. He liked it that way and murmured his delight as he quickened his pace into her mouth. He did not take long to explode. She swallowed what seemed a gallon of the sticky fluid he emitted and licked around the head of his cock to be certain she hadn’t left a drop.