Desire's Golden Dreams

by Tish Domenick

  “I am pleased. You have been very diligent in doing your penance.”

  Hannah’s body was coiled inside as if some cowboy had tied barbed-wire hitches in her gut. “Please may I come now, Master?”

  “Not yet.” He left and splashing water sounds drifted to her from the dressing room. He was bathing, the rascal, and leaving her alone to writhe with need for his cock inside her. When he returned, he smelled like her lavender soap. He ran his fingers over her body, stopping to twirl her elongated nipples, then plunging the same fingers into her pussy.

  “More, Master, more.” He gave her more, but not nearly enough. “Dammit, Rocco, fuck me now.”

  He turned her onto her tummy and left the bed. The next thing she felt was a slash across her backside with something wide and made of leather. He used it on her three more times, then turned her back. She screeched with the pain.

  “You must learn your lessons, schoolmarm. You shall not defy your master.”

  “Turn me again. Touching the bed hurts my bottom.”

  He complied with her request. “That’s what happens to bad little girls. I am afraid I shall have to fuck you up here again.” He stuck his fingers into her rear orifice. “Your ass is red, that was my razor strop, by the way, but your rear love hole is still gorgeous pale pink as always.” He shoved his cock into her anus this time using only the liquid left from the previous ass fuck he gave her.

  She held her breath with the pain, then since tensing was causing most of it, she relaxed and pushed back against his cock. She often came this way.

  “You are not trying for an orgasm, are you?” He placed his hand lightly on the sore part of her ass.

  “No, Master, of course not without your permission. I would never do such a thing.”

  He must have recognized the sarcasm in her words and he spanked her. The tingle from the whipping only served to make her more anxious to gain her release. She’d never felt this much desire within her. The need was unbearable. She loved when he fucked her this way especially if he fingered her pussy at the same time. He’d never do it since he was in his Master persona and he wouldn’t reward her when she had displeased him.

  He didn’t. He enjoyed himself on her body, playing with her tits and setting a hard, rapid pace in her ass. Her punishment was his pleasure when he was Master.

  Frustrated and craving an orgasm more than she ever had in her life, Hannah searched for a way to get what she wanted. He left and as the ewer rattled in the dressing room, she formed her plot. When he lay next to her again, she was ready.

  “Master, I believe we have a dildo in the bedside table drawer.” He was playing with her nipples and didn’t seem to hear her. “Master?”

  “Your nipples have flattened out a bit. I can’t have that.” He reached over her and moments later the pain of the nipple clamps returned, first to one breast, then the other.

  “Am I being punished again? What did I do, Master?”

  “Did you receive my permission to talk and make suggestions?” He palmed one of her breasts and squeezing the clamp tighter. The pressure made her grimace, but she didn’t call out. “You may only ask me to fuck you more or harder or you may express your gratefulness to me for giving you pleasure or pain. You may not hatch plots to lure me into giving you an orgasm. I will let that happen only once I deem you worthy. Do you understand the rules? He pressed his fingers into her breast.

  She swallowed her scream and nodded that she understood. “Do what you want with me, Master. Do what makes you happy and I will be happy for you.”

  “That’s the way my pretty little kitten should speak to her Master. I am considering letting you come. First, however, we will continue with the test of sensations I have devised especially for you.”

  Something soft and furry touched her cheek. It traveled down her neck, circled her breast, and patted her tummy. He was holding something in his hand with fur on it. But, what was it? He had only gone as far as her dressing room. She tried to remember what clothes she kept in the wardrobe. She had several garments with fur collars but they were all attached and would have taken more time to rip apart. This fur piece was small so it couldn’t be a stole or a fox collar.

  He massaged her pubic area with the fur, and trailed it down her left thigh. The sensual touch as he rubbed her skin with fur put her into a stupor. She didn’t want to think, only to feel. She longed for a climax and let out an involuntary mew of pleasure. She tensed. Would he punish her for it?

  He chuckled. “It’s okay for you to enjoy this. I want you to feel good and to want my cock inside you. Just breathe and feel.”

  He massaged up her thigh, back around her pussy, and down the right leg. When he moved the fur to her foot that gave her a better idea of its configuration. “It’s my fur hat, the one that matches my jacket.”

  “Very clever, darlin’, and I do feel like riding you again, my little pony. I will get the dildo for your ass because I know you like both holes filled when we fuck.” He leaned over her and retrieved the dildo from the bedside table. He placed it at the entrance to her ass and teased her with it, rubbing it in circles without penetration. When she clenched her cheeks in frustration, he inserted the tip. Immediately she relaxed. Not to would hurt like hell. He used pulsing motions in and out, in a little deeper and out. Finally when she was about to kick back and hopefully hit him in the balls, he shoved the dildo up to the hilt without ceremony. She reached desperately for her climax as he slid it in and out a few times. One more thrust and she would have come without his cock inside her pussy. He stopped his play with her ass and flipped her to her back.

  The foreign object in her bottom caused her pain as she landed on it, and her backside, raw from the spanking, hurt when it scraped the bed sheets. The knowledge that she would soon have a cock in her minimized the pain. Rocco removed the nipple clamps to suck on her breasts. Abruptly, he scooted onto his knees at her head. “Give me a few licks for moisture. Only a bit of a suck because I want to come inside you.”

  She wished her hands were free to slap him. Her pussy was so wet, she was sure she’d left spots on the sheets. Besides that, he would wear a rubber as he always did. This was an excuse to delay her pleasure and see if he could goad her into complaining so he could punish her again. She held her temper in check and licked around the head of his cock to moisten it before drawing it into her mouth. She then slurped it all the way in as far as she could take it and sucked. He wouldn’t come from this because he’d nearly drained himself on her already. He let her go on sucking until he grew harder and harder. At that point, he quickly pulled out of her mouth.

  “You are a devil.” He readied himself with a condom, moved between her outstretched legs, and plunged deeply into her.

  She moaned with pleasure. At last. He felt huge inside her and she pulsed around him for her own pleasure, not his.

  He pressed his fingers into her ass sending jolts of pain through her.

  “We wouldn’t want you coming too fast, would we, darlin’?”

  “No, Master. Thank you, Master, for not letting me be so greedy.”

  “You are welcome.” He fucked her in earnest, then, and try as she might, she couldn’t hold back. If he didn’t give her the okay to come soon, she’d be in for some horrible punishment. She’d held it so long she thought her insides would burst.

  “You may reach your orgasm now, darlin’, if you wish.”

  If she wished? If she wished? Castration was too good for him, but she couldn’t think of revenge now. She wanted her reward. She used her muscles to tighten and release around his cock. Oh, it felt good. She swiveled her hips from side to side to feel all of him. Then she pulsed and pulsed until the world went black and only feeling in her groin remained. Her spasms around him tightened and she came and came and came.

  Her cries would have alarmed everyone, had anyone been in the house. Rocco’s release took longer and they rocked and kissed and fondled each other until he made it.

  The blindfol
d and ties were removed and the game was over. Usually, she would become his mistress at this point and he her slave, but he was leaving the fold and she chose to soak in the tub with him, then cuddle and talk for the rest of the evening.

  They romped again the next day, but their fucking was sweet and poignant in the way of saying goodbye. Rocco left for the mine after supper to say his farewells and to tell the husbands they could return.

  Chapter Eight

  San Francisco, Present Day

  The master-and-slave story had sent Hannah’s already deprived body into overdrive. Four more days before Bolt would return from the ranch. She rooted in her bag and pulled out a water bottle, opened it, and swigged. “My, that was intense. Hannah Brown was some woman. I wish I had known her.”

  “I wish I had, also.” Slim hoisted his glass to the original Hannah.

  “Aha, you gave yourself away. So, you were not of Hannah Brown’s generation.”

  “No, I was not.”

  “Do you really know if she enjoyed the submissive role, then?”

  “You wanted to know about the first Hannah so I’m giving you the inside story. All her accomplishments and many good works can be found on the internet. No one else has these details.” Slim went behind the bar and took a beer from the fridge.

  “Then Rocco was out of the picture from that time on? He never came to Hannah’s bed anymore?”

  “He did not. That was the deal. Rocco spent that last evening with Wade and the Princess and the next morning he was gone. They heard from him sporadically until many years had passed and he settled in Plantsville with his family. On trips Hannah made to Plantsville or vacations Rocco and his family took in San Francisco, he and Hannah never spoke of their time together.”

  “Wade Tolliver gave his name to my mother’s family. How did he fare? I can’t find much about his public image or much of anything about him.”

  “Wade’s story is a long one. Now, Andre’s tale is shorter and one I can finish telling before you have to leave today.”

  “I hope it’s not sad.” She took a long drink from her water bottle. “I liked his French accent and the way he called Hannah ‘cherie.’ It always sounds so intimate.”

  “Obviously Hannah liked it also. Andre’s story is rather sad. He had been quite carefree and fun-loving as a lad, but as the years went by, he changed.” Slim poured himself another beer and straddled a barstool. He told the story with his back to Hannah.

  “Hannah Brown Tolliver was successful in most everything she ventured into. She bought and sold property for huge profits and invested her gold money wisely. Many years after Rocco left, the original house on Nob Hill caught fire for the third and last time. Hannah tore it down this time. She left the property barren for years until the price for the land became so inflated, Wade talked her into selling it. That was shortly after she built the house in the Berkeley Hills that overlooks San Francisco.”

  “The one I live in now?”

  “The original of it, yes. It has been rebuilt to suit the owners over the years.”

  “Where did Andre live?”

  “Andre preferred hotel life. He spent money as soon as he got it. He liked to treat his friends and himself very well.”

  “Did he have a gold strike?”

  “Only the one he had when Hannah met him. However, it lasted only five or six years. After that he was in on a few placer mines that ran out just as quickly and money had to be split among the owners.”

  “He didn’t have any other skills or jobs he could do?”

  “He thought himself above manual labor and had no other profession because he did not care to learn anything other than prospecting. Since Andre was not a part of the mine’s profits, he began to resent the other husbands’ wealth. His placer mines could have let him live comfortably if he hadn’t spent so lavishly. He hadn’t invested. He hadn’t saved a cent. He’d only spent. He gave lavish parties, treated his friends, and lent grub stakes to miners who never returned the loan.” Slim downed the beer and slammed his glass on the bar top. Hands in pockets, he slowly walked to the chair opposite Hannah’s.

  “The civil war loomed heavily in the background over the United States. Andre could not understand it. When his money was nearly gone and his mine was defunct, he went back to France. He had fun for a while living off stories of California and its gold. Then he disappeared. Hannah and her husbands didn’t hear of him for years until someone sent them a newspaper article about a man who claimed he owned a gold mine being jailed for disturbing the peace.”

  “Was that all? Did Hannah never look for him, never lend him money? Did he never come back?”

  “He’d written letters making it sound as if he were doing well. After seeing the newspaper story, Hannah contacted a lawyer and managed to get him out of jail and pay his debts. She wired him money until he disappeared again. She would have sailed over to find him, but she was pregnant again. He’d made his wishes known through Hannah’s lawyer indicating he would not be happy to have her see him in his present condition. When her detectives found him again, Hannah wrote to him telling some huge lie about having worked his mine and found another vein. Until his death, which was only a few years later, she sent him a monthly stipend supposedly from his mine’s profits.”

  “He died so young?”

  “The non-stop drinking ate his liver.”

  “And Hannah gave birth to my great-great-uncle Joel.”

  “Yes, Joel Tolliver was born the day the Civil War ended.”

  “He was what they used to call a rake, wasn’t he?”

  “From day one, Hannah called him her little scamp and spoiled him terribly. But we are getting way ahead of ourselves. Next time you come, I’ll relate Wade’s story.”

  “It’s a deal.” Hannah took Slim’s arm and he escorted her to the mouth of the cave. She reached up on tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

  He swept her into a real kiss, claiming her lips and sparring with her tongue. When he released her, she was breathless. “Are you Hannah’s Little Scamp?”

  “I’m not related, remember? Now, be on your way before night falls.”

  He swatted her on the fanny and she chuckled as she started her car. All the way home her body hummed with the effects of his kiss. As she pulled into the garage, she checked her cell and found a text from Bolt. A wave of guilt racked her and she tensed. He couldn’t know she had enjoyed another man’s kiss. He couldn’t know her body sang with the touch from a ghost. She read the text.

  Driving in for booty call tonight. Phone sex not enough 4 me.

  Thank goodness. She didn’t think she could survive another night with her body in the state Slim’s kiss had aroused in her. She ran directly to her rooms, showered, shaved her legs, and waxed her pussy hair away. For ease of removal, she threw on a sundress with no underwear beneath it. Down in the kitchen, she grabbed a broiled chicken breast wrapped in cellophane from last night’s dinner. As she ate, she texted Bolt.

  Ready 4 u.

  She received an immediate answer.

  On my way. C U in 1 hour.

  Hannah’s nipples hardened in response. She finished the chicken and ran to her room to brush her teeth, soften the lighting, and choose the music.

  Bolt came running up the stairs in less than an hour. He had her dress off as he was saying hello and his own clothes strewn on the floor shortly after. They melted together with the ease of longtime lovers. They fucked each other hungrily as if they’d been apart a year instead of a week, then fell back on the bed in each other’s arms panting.

  “Man, I love you, cupcake.” Bolt removed his condom. “You’re always ready for me. I couldn’t have waited another second.”

  “Same to you. How was the ranch?”

  “A sick cow or two. Not much to do so I didn’t feel bad about leaving for the night. I’ll go back in the morning. Dad and I only covered half the grazing fields.”

  “Did you speak to your mom about us again before you left?”
r />   “Babe, don’t hold out any hope there. She’ll never change her mind.”

  “So, she’s still convinced I’ll make your life a living hell if you marry me?”

  “Yep, that’s about it.”

  “Why did your grandfather ever leave your trust in her hands? It’s so nuts.”

  “Hey, is your biological clock ticking or something?”

  “No, I’m in no hurry for babies. I do feel like I’m in limbo, though. I want my own house. I want to feel like I’m the center of your universe. Just selfish, I guess.”

  “You’re not one bit selfish and you are the center of my universe. Things will come together soon, I promise.” He palmed her pussy. “How soon will this be ready for me again?”

  “With a little priming, I think about one minute should be sufficient.” She grasped his cock. “Can this guy be ready to go that soon?”

  Bolt sucked a nipple while inserting his fingers inside her. He kissed her then slid to the foot of the bed between her legs and licked her pussy until it began juicing again. She pulled him up next to her and crawled on top of him. She used her tongue to stimulate his nipples, making him squirm. Slowly, she slid to his navel leaving wet kisses along the way. A few licks to the tip of his cock and it was hard enough for her to slip it into her mouth and suck while lightly fingering his balls.

  “You’d better stop if you want to get fucked again.”

  She stopped and positioned her body above him. “You have a choice, blow job or get laid again.”

  He pulled her down on him and slipped inside her with a contented sigh. “Nothing in this world is better than being inside you like this.”

  It occurred to Hannah that maybe something was better than this—having all her orifices filled at once. Hannah Brown may have been right about that. The image of Slim appeared in her head for a second and she could swear greedy fingers were pawing at her ass. She felt a slim object penetrate her ass. She sucked in a breath of surprise and clenched around Bolt.