Party Favors

by Jennifer Dunne, Madeleine Oh

  She’d almost forgotten that damn thing! The tresses disappeared from her line of vision. “What are you going to do with it?”

  “Enjoy watching your responses. Your pale skin marks up beautifully. My hand left a lovely red mark on your butt. It’s faded now but I could soon renew it.” His lips were so close to her ass, she could feel his breath. Unable to resist the temptation, she bumped her hips upward to his face. His hands grabbed her hips. His oiled fingers didn’t grasp that tightly, but it was enough. “Shouldn’t have done that,” he said, and bit her.

  As she yowled with shock and real pain, his fingertips eased away the hurt. Just as before, the sweet caress after the hurt sent her mind whirling. She was enjoying this, the good, the hurt, and the unexpected.

  Once she relaxed again, he let her back down on the bed. “You’re turning into a troublesome captive. Time to subdue you with a good whipping.”

  “No!” A protest about the promised whipping? Or the loss she felt as he moved off the bed? She had no idea.

  “Do you want to use your safe word?”

  Did she?” No, Captain.”

  “Remember what it is? Tell me?”

  “Katherine Marjorie Fairfax.”

  “Good.” In the silence, she heard something scrape on the floor, and a clink like glass. The bottle of oil? Something else? She resisted the urge to look. No point in earning another spanking. The whip would be bad enough-or good enough if he used it as he had downstairs. She longed to feel its caress. Would he start on her back or her legs?

  “Get on your knees! Keep your head down!”

  Easier said than done on a soft mattress. She managed in the end by putting her weight on her forearms and scooting her knees up. Lord alone knew what she looked like from the rear. The ultimate in ungracefulness, but in a few minutes she was in position: knees bent, ass up in the air, and her shoulders still on the bed. If she’d been ‘available’ before, she was exposed to the world now.

  It felt wonderful.

  “Good girl! Just what I ordered.”

  She sensed movement. He pulled off the spare pillows and shams, and pushed them under her belly. “I don’t want you uncomfortable. Except when I intend you to be.”

  Thrills of expectation radiated out from her clit. She was so aroused it hurt, but felt wonderful. ”Please, Captain...” she whimpered, and had no idea what she was asking for. But she wanted it, and soon. Heaven help any real captive in this position, but as a fantasy... She shut her eyes and sighed with anticipation.

  Her legs had come together in her efforts to get into position. Gently Jud stroked the back of her thighs, priming nerve endings as pleasure skittered up her spine and her cunt went humming. “Open your legs, dear.” The bad Captain’s voice took on the tone of a caress.

  The pillows helped, as she hastened to obey. She wanted to please him, to keep this kind captor, to take what he offered and promised.

  She felt the air between her legs a second before the flogger struck. Again and again it landed and she yelped each time. Three cries of shock and outrage that echoed in the quiet room.

  There were no more, but she lay gasping, and blinking tears away. “That hurt!”

  His hand tickled up her inner thigh. “It was meant to. But doesn’t it feel better now?”

  Maybe it was his hand cupping her crotch, but everything felt wonderful. The hurt of a few seconds back turned into wild desire. Talk about needy! She was close to begging for it. If only he’d put his fingers in...deep...as he had earlier. She rocked her hips in an attempt to bring his fingers closer. A fingertip on her clit was all she needed.

  “Naughty girl!” he said and moved his hand away. “Not how a submissive captive behaves. I’ve a good idea to leave you here. Alone, to calm down and learn better manners.”

  She couldn’t bear it. “No, please! Don’t leave me!”

  “You’re not quite ready yet. I want you begging for my cock!”

  “Isn’t ‘please’ begging?”

  He laughed. “You’re getting there, little prisoner. You’re wet between your lovely legs, and you smell of horny woman, but I want your luscious cunt running when I fuck you. I need to work you over more.”

  Could he really make her wait? Hell, yes! And he was no doubt enjoying every minute. If he hit her between the legs again she’d probably come and she didn’t want to, not without his cock inside her. She let out a long sigh as he ran his hands over her back. If only he’d massage her again. The scent still lingered in the air, and just catching a faint whiff, she imagined his hands on her back, easing down her spine, and gently stroking the curve of her hip. Hell, she could almost feel his hands on her flesh.

  “I’d like to use the flogger on you again, Lady Katherine. Do I have your permission?”

  Chapter Ten

  He was asking? She lifted her head off as far as she could with arms bound. “Yes!” Why the hell had she said that? She didn’t want that again, or did she? Her cunt throbbed in anticipation. The hurt would be worth it to feel the pleasure that followed. The hurt was the pleasure.

  She relaxed into the pillows as best she could, and waited. Willing herself to relax as she waited for the thrill that came on the heels of pain.

  The tresses of the flogger, slapped her shoulders gently before trailing down her back, over her rump, and down her left thigh, eliciting a sigh of total pleasure and submission. This was what she wanted, what she loved, and what only Jud, and his alter-ego Black Jack Tar, could give her. The soft leather and ribbon now kissed her other thigh. Tickling the tender spot behind her knee before sweeping up and back to her shoulders. She almost cried out with delight, but bit her lips together. If she said she liked it, he’d do something else.

  He continued. She lost count of how many times the flogger swept up and down her willing body. She tried to stay still, but gave up the effort, her body rocking with the movement of the tresses, her back arching as the trails of sweet leather wrought their magic on her body. This she could take all night. This was pleasure she’d never imagined. She’d be his prisoner any time he asked. She’d walk naked in the snow to have him do this again. As the flogger brushed across the back of her thighs, wrapping softly around the sensitive skin, she realized it was possible to faint from pleasure. She was giddy with desire. Her entire world became a whirlpool of sensation.

  Until she realized he’d stopped.

  “Why?“ she cried out in disappointment.

  “I can’t wield the whip, and unbutton these damn, authentic pants!”

  A gasp of anticipation came out louder than intended. If he was undoing his pants, he had to be getting ready to...

  His hands grabbed her hips, stopping any movement. The warm head of his cock brushed the crack of her ass. For one horrid moment, she feared he would bugger her after all his promises, but no...with a hard thrust he was in her. Deep and hard and hot.

  Nothing she’d imagined had ever been this incredible! Not even her wildest dreams compared to this. He pistoned in and out. Slowly, each motion adding to the sensations flooding her mind. Either he was larger than any man she’d had, or he was discovering nerve endings she never knew she possessed. Little involuntary whimpers accompanied his rhythm. Her hips rocked of their own volition. She was climbing, as she reached each level of sensation, he pulled her higher. Never before, ever, it was incredible, fantastic! She’d surely come soon...

  She cried out with frustration when he withdrew, slamming her head into the mattress, and tugging her hands in an effort to release herself but his knots held. “Why? How could you?” She was screaming, but didn’t care. This was sheer torture. The man was a sadist. She hated him. Once she got free she’d clout him, right where he’d never forget.

  His lips on the base of her spine and the gentle hand on her hip set her whimpering. “Why?” She sagged into the mattress, almost beyond caring.

  “I intend to look you in the eyes as I fuck you, Lady Katherine. You need to know who’s mastered you. Acknowledg
e who rules you. I want to break down your last resistance.

  “You’re about to break down my sanity!”

  He kissed the back of her knee.

  She was so far gone, only the pillows kept her upright. She could barely think any more. She cried out as his finger brushed her clit. It was sheer torture. It was heaven as his lips brushed behind her other knee.

  He pulled away the pillows, so she collapsed on her belly. Her legs were pretty much good for nothing. What did he expect? What did she expect? His fingers closed over her ankle as he lifted it crossing one leg over her other, and rolling her limp body over. She was on her back, arms still pinned over her head, but now she looked up at him as he stood beside the bed. At some point he’d lost the eye patch and kerchief. His eyes were almost hazy with need. She wasn’t the only one near the edge.

  He didn’t say a word, just pulled his full shirt over his head. Giving her the sight of a magnificent broad chest, with just enough dark hair to set her wondering how it would feel pressed against her naked body.

  Except she wasn’t quite naked yet. As he’d rolled her, the tattered remnants of her costume fell in a twisted heap around her. One breast hung out of the torn bodice, her legs were twisted in yards of printed muslin.

  She gave up worrying about her clothes, when he sat on the bed and rested one foot on his knee.

  Restrained as she was, her vision was limited, but not so restricted she couldn’t see quite clearly that he wore nothing under his breeches. He’d left them undone, and she got a glimpse of his magnificent cock. The sight was enough to send her cunt churning.

  Her mind wasn’t in a much better state. He was taking forever-purposely she was certain. But why complain? Just watching the muscles in his arms as he yanked down his boot and tossed it on the floor, and then proceeded of peel off the other one, was enough to make her heart race. And when he stood up, and loomed over her, every nerve ending in her body sang.

  Magnificent wasn't the word. No wonder she’d almost climaxed earlier. He was enormous. Relief flickered through her mind, that she’d refused to let him bugger her. He was too damn big to enter her that way. If he hadn’t already been there, she’d be worried about him filling her cunt, but it had been marvelous. She needed him right back there. Moisture flowed down her inner thighs at the sight and promise of his erection.

  “Please,” she began. “Oh, please, Captain! Please!” She was begging, and didn’t care. Her entire body tingled at the thought of that beautiful cock ramming deep inside.

  “Don’t worry, little captive, I’ll please you and myself. I might just keep you tied to that bed forever.”

  Her mind sang at the thought! What wouldn’t she give to stay in his power like this. “Oh, Captain!” she whispered, as he pulled down his breeches and stepped out of them.

  Now she saw him in full glory. She stared at his naked beauty. His beautiful, broad chest, with a fine down of dark hair, narrowing over his flat belly, and rising from the dark tuft at his groin, a cock of wondrous size. Katie licked her lips in anticipation and sighed. It was arrogant perfection, rigid, wide and long. Her hands fought the bonds in her need to circle the turgid flesh with her hands, and feel his male power under her fingers. “I want to feel you,” she whispered. “I need to feel your cock.”

  “You will,” he promised. The bed shifted under his weight. She needed him so much. She could smell her own arousal, mixed with the male scent of his naked body. She lay there, submissive, expectant and longing. She closed her eyes, readying for his thrust deep in her cunt.

  His knees brushed the sides of her chest. Warm, smooth flesh brushed her chin. “Suck me, Lady Katherine!” His cock was centimeters from her lips. His thighs straddling her chest and his arms loomed overhead as he braced himself on her headboard. He leaned forward, brushing her lips with the warm head of his cock. “Obey!” One word sent wild sensations flooding her mind. “Obey! Or feel my whip harder than you can imagine.”

  Fright and excitement thrilled her. She let out a whimper of delight. “Oh, my captain,” she whispered “I love to obey!”

  Her lips enclosed the smooth pink head of his luscious cock. Her tongue lapped the warm skin, and the hard flesh beneath. Wild joy coursed in every pore and nerve. How right this felt! How marvelous her body’s response! Never, in her wildest dreams, had she imagined anything could be this incredible.

  She lifted her head off the pillow, and swallowed him down to the root.

  His hands cupped the back of her head, easing the strain on her neck. She arched higher, taking even more of him in. She was beyond thought, no longer Lady Katherine, or even Katie. She was an inspired, aroused woman, servicing her captor, and the fantasy thrilled her, deep in her cunt. Her entire will, her total consciousness, and utter reason all focused on the sensation of her lips working his cock. Her tongue circling the rim, teasing the sweet ridge of muscle under the head, and caressing the sweet opening where his pre-come flowed.

  Gently, he eased her head up and down so her lips caressed the length of his cock. He tasted of man, and power, and sex. To be thus used was all she’d ever wanted, what she’d been made for. She’d waited her entire life for this moment. Without ever realizing it, she’d longed to be thus bound. Helpless, as she serviced her captor, her lord, her captain, her lover.

  She wanted to lie there forever, her lips around his hard flesh, his hands directing her and his cock possessing her mouth.

  “Enough, little captive,” he said. His voice almost gravelly. She’d have smiled at his obvious need, but her mouth was far to stretched. “Fucking your mouth is heaven, but the smell of your needy cunt is too much for me.”

  She cried out with disappointment as he pulled away. “Patience!” he ordered, his voice sterner now.

  He moved down the bed, pausing to suck each nipple until she whispered with need, frustration, and sheer joy. The kisses between her breast and down to her navel were incredible and arousing, but she wanted more. She needed that cock of his thrust deep, but he was enjoying making her wait. Let him! She wasn’t begging, or was she?

  Her mind all but zapped out as his mouth moved between her legs. He grabbed her hips with both hands, to bring her closer as his tongue used her. Gentle laps from fore to aft and back, sweet flickers of the tip on her clit, and sharp thrusts into her cunt. He had her moaning, thrashing from side to side on the crumpled sheets, and finally, begging, “Please, please, I can’t take any more, I need you inside.”

  “You’ll take what I give you!” he growled, his voice muffled by her bush. “You’ll lie there and accept it. It’s what you’re made for. It’s why I have you at my mercy.”

  Her cunt flooded! Was it possible to be so wet, her clit so sensitized, or her mind so lost to anything but pleasure? She cared for nothing but the need to feel that massive cock stretching, pounding, and filling her with joy.

  “I’ll take anything you want. I’ll obey any order, but please, please...” She was begging, and gloried in her capitulation. “Please, Captain!”

  “What do you want your Captain to do to you, little captive?”

  “Fuck me! Hard! Please, I beg you!”

  He let out a great whoop of delight. “Since you begged so sweetly, my dear, you’ll receive your reward.” His hands shifted to her ankles, holding her firmly, he hoisted her legs so her ankles rested on his shoulders. She was open, exposed, utterly helpless, and panting with anticipation. He rocked, shifting the bed a little, as he rubbed his hot cock in the crease of her ass. For one, horrified moment, she feared he was about to bugger her, but just as the worry coiled in her gut, he said, “Not this time, love, Your moment will come before long, I can’t let that tight little hole stay neglected.”

  She was about to tell him, ‘Yes, he damn well could!’ But just then, his fingers spread her cunt lips wide, and his thumb brushed her clit. He could do anything he wanted if he just brought her to climax. “I need you in me! Please, oh, please! I can’t take much more!”

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��You’ll take whatever I tell you to!” Her whole body clenched with renewed awareness of her utter helplessness. Her shoulders and head sagged back on the bed as he rubbed his cock between her cunt lips, letting the head stimulate her clit as his hands stroked her ass and thighs,

  She was lost in a fog of sensual delight. If he gave her this incredible pleasure, he could do anything he wanted. Forever. She tugged against her bonds. They held tight. She was utterly helpless, open and exposed. In a flash, her mind floated free, and he plunged in. Hard and fast. She cried out with sheer delight. He was even bigger than she remembered, or perhaps her stretched open position gave him deeper access. As he pumped her, she felt his cock rub every millimeter of her flesh. She was whimpering with pleasure. Wild cries echoed inside her head. Sweat, poured off her body as stimulation built to excess and beyond. She was keening, caught between the sweet force of his cock thrusting his power deep in her and the grip of his hands on her legs.

  Her mind went hazy. All she knew was ever-increasing sensation, until she could stand no more, but needed him to never stop. Wild cries resounded off the ceiling overhead, as the mattress rocked beneath them. Higher he took her, and higher until with a chorus of joyful screams, she came. She was shaking, sweating, and gasping. His need intensified. Faster he pumped and harder until he lifted her from the rim of a fading climax to the crest of a second, as he came with loud grunts of satiation. Her mind and body flipped off the edge again, and again, in a crescendo of wild climaxes that left her limp and weak and utterly pleasure-racked.

  She was close to fainting, only half-aware that he’d released her bonds, and was kissing and rubbing her wrists. His naked body was beside hers under the sheets, his arms around her as she passed out in a haze of sensual peace.

  She woke to his lips on her eyelids as he brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her forehead. “Feel good?”