A smile fluttered across her lips, and his heart melted. Elizabeth brought up her hands and pressed them to his cheeks. “It is the second time you call yourself my Papa.” The first time had been just moments ago when he had spent himself in her bum.
“That is because I treasure you so much,” he said, his voice suddenly husky with emotion.
“I love you, Papa,” she said and for an agonizing instant his whole world almost collapsed around him. He didn’t trust himself to speak. And that shocked him deeply. Lord Dixon had never before quailed even when he had led cavalry charges in the colonies facing off hordes of enemies, intent on killing him. Now for the first time in his life, he felt his heart lurch sideways.
He sat up and the girl grimaced in disappointment her hands flopping down by her sides. “I almost forgot. It is most important that we stay well hydrated,” he said and went to fill two large cups with water from the carafe by the window. “Drink it all. Our previous exertions have proved quite draining for the both of us.” Elizabeth giggled and did his bidding. They both downed the cold refreshing water and soon he was back by her side.
“Like I was saying, young lady,” he said, and she giggled again clearly enjoying his attempt at seriousness. “I want you to do whatever comes naturally and not feel embarrassed. Some women in that instant experience an event not unlike what happens to men.” Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide in bewilderment.
“I don’t understand, master.”
“You know how I often cream when you take me in your mouth?”
The blush that had just recently vanished came back in force coloring her cheeks a delicious pink. She nodded.
“This is the event I am talking about.”
“But I have never before…”
“I know, sweetheart, and that is fine too. Not all women can squirt. But something tells me that your body might still hold some mysteries for us to unveil.”
“Oh…”
“Don’t think about it,” he said gently caressing her belly. “Just enjoy the feelings as they course through your body and do what they tell you. Can you do that?”
“Yes, master,” her voice was husky and barely audible as her breathing had gotten suddenly labored again.
Lord Dixon couldn’t help but marvel at how responsive and sensual the young girl was. He could feel the musk of her excitement fill his nostrils. She was on the verge of coming right now just from having glistened to his description of what he was about to do to her. And that was after he had made her climax two times already! Lord Dixon closed his eyes and gave silent thanks to his fate for having allowed him to cross paths with this sensuous and beautiful creature.
He gave her a couple of moments of respite trying to imagine the excitement she was feeling. He patiently waited for her quivering chest to still itself.
“Your words, my Lord,” Elizabeth said in a quivering voice. “They made my whole body grow hot somehow. My tummy felt like it was squirming with a life of its own.” Her hands reached out for his, and he met them allowing her to interlace her fingers in his.
“What you feel is coming straight from my very heart, sweet child,” the Lord said, his expression grave, his tone husky and deep. “Now I want you to try and relax, I want you to breathe in deeply and exhale slowly,” he instructed her. “Air coming into your lungs will renew your energy and revitalize you.” He watched as Elizabeth closed her eyes and allowed herself to be subsumed by the breathing process. The sight of her body virtually melting into the mattress was divine. After she had spent a month almost perpetually naked in his company, the young girl that had at first been shy and jumpy around him, had clearly grown rather comfortable with her naked body.
Soon, her entire being settled into a rhythm. “Turn on your tummy for me, please,” Lord Benedict asked. As Elizabeth hurried to comply and stretched out across the bed, his eyes were immediately drawn as if of their own accord to the angular shape of her ribs and shoulders. Her body was beckoning him, so he softly ran his hands across her neck and felt her tremble as he touched her. Gently with loving tenderness, he increased the pressure working her knotted muscles. As he rubbed her arms and shoulders, he watched as her body undulate in response to his pressure.
With excruciating slowness, he wound his way along the muscles of her back allowing her spine to guide him down. Little beads of sweat prickled along the trails left by his fingers. His hands were now rubbing deeply against the youthful muscles of her buttocks. She spread her legs without being told, crouching down, her knees splayed sideways her belly sliding towards him.
She was amazingly supple, able to have her entire body lying flat across the soft satin sheets as she pushed her butt down to meet his warm hands. Her knees formed a letter M as her feet came to rest almost touching her butt cheeks. Lord Dixon found it to be a remarkable sight – it was as if she was squatting, but her entire body was pressed firmly flat.
“Yes, master, yes,” she breathed heavily, her hands forming small fists by her head. Her hips rolled side to side with his movements as he softly kneaded her butt. Her body was talking to him, and he was listening entranced by what he saw.
He reached out and spread the oil, pouring it out in generous amounts onto his hands before allowing it to warm before lathering it up on her gluts and anus. The girl squirmed pushing her face down at the pillows, her hands opening and closing like little heartbeats as he found his way into her bum.
“Yes, please, pleeeease," she was moaning with every deep massaging pulse of his finger. Soon he followed up his probing index with his middle finger. And then his ring finger. With his right hand, he reached under her, parting her lips, searching out her moist hood. He pulled it back and then pressed in again gently rubbing the delicious jewel, the sensation making her pussy blossom open like a flower. Her entire lower body was pulsing as her lips vocalized incomprehensible little sounds that echoed like little chirps across the room.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she started saying as he pushed in deeper and then curved his fingers pushing down forward against her still virginal quim. The barrier between her two delicate orifices was thin and stretched, and he could feel the other side through the hot, humid little membrane. The girl whipped her hair back, sending chestnut curls flowing back like a waterfall as she curved her spine down like a snake. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”
Elizabeth shivered inside and out opened up like a letter envelope for her master’s prying eyes. Tremors convulsed against her straining muscles, her fists opening and closing her toes – curling as he pressed in and felt the warm spongy recess on the other side of her perineum in her quim. He could see deep within the young girl’s body, her insides – bright red and gleaming as her master ravished them knowingly. The moment was upon them. The release of Tantric suspense had built up in the girl’s body, and her master sensed her ready to burst, to enjoy the feel of her deepest intimacies.
Her body was singing to him, and he was exhilarated with the intimacy of the moment. Lord Dixon carefully hooked his fingers back and up gently using her own contours to massage the spot deep within her quim. Elizabeth’s body wrapped against his fingers pumping them with little vibrations of her butt.
“Please, please, please, moooore! Give me more!” Her subconscious had taken control now and was begging him. She wanted him to slip his hand in so that she could ride his fist as if it was a cock. In the last moment Lord Benedict managed to restrain himself as he hissed in pent-up frustration grinding his teeth like a tiger sensing prey. He did not want to tear her or make it so that when she came down from the euphoria of the moment she would be in discomfort. Still, however, he slammed down mashing her pelvis against the mattress as if squashing an invisible insect with a hand gloved in flesh.
Loud squishy sounds filled the room, and he reached to grab the jar from the floor slipping off the lid and placing it at the edge of the bed. With directed strength he guided her pulsating butt down the bed, his hand still deep within her ass until her quim was on the very edge of the matt
ress. Elizabeth’s entire body was covered in sweat as the girl screamed in heart-rendering delirium. Never once did her hips stop their rocking motion slamming ever harder against the bedsheets.
“Oh, Loooooooooooord!” The girl howled writhing on his fist. Lord Dixon felt his own sweat running down in rivulets across his face dripping onto her back. He looked between her legs and smiled.
Elizabeth had come. She had not only come, but she had also squirted for the very first time in her life!
He waited patiently for the droplets of milky liquid to dribble down her quivering lips and join the musky substance already there. Its delightful perfume was like an explosion to the senses as it filled the room.
Lord Dixon felt his cock strain as it swung beneath him in frustrated excitement. As he carefully pulled back his fingers and unsheathed his hand from her gaping hole, more liquid poured out from her wet pussy. He caught it all in the jar and stood up by the bed and closed the lid. The vessel was now half-full with the gift of her loins. He cradled it in his large hand and sat back down by her now exhausted body.
He gently stroked her bottom. “How are you feeling?”
Barely audible gasps came in reply followed by a laugh, and then a giggle, and then another laugh, and then whimpers. The girl was still lost in the aftershocks of her first real mind-blowing climax. He reached and pulled the warm bed covers over her.
“Take your time, sweetheart. Catch your breath and relax. Stay warm. I will be back.” Lord Benedict smiled as he stood to go order them breakfast.
******
Prepared for Naked Sushi
Being afraid carried a very specific taste to Elizabeth. It felt metallic somehow, but with a tingly, electrifying consistency. It reminded her of her master’s cum, but less sweet. She felt her face redden. Why was it that recently every other thought she had was cross-referenced and compared to something raunchy and oh, so very deliciously debauched, something her master had done to her or had her do to him? She was still a virgin! She certainly should not be having such thoughts! And yet…
Maybe her maidenly state was precisely the reason her mind had grown fevered with naughty ideas. Elizabeth felt herself hanging on a precipice. Instinctively, like an animal, the young woman felt her whole life was about to change, to be transformed, shattered, broken past any resemblance to the childishly naïve state of grace she still inhabited.
The butler made her follow him down many flights of steps, deep into the bowels of her master’s ancient castle. Elizabeth was barefoot and naked beneath the coarse brown linen tunic she had been given to wear before he had led her out of her master’s bed chambers. The large steps felt well-worn and ice-cold beneath the soft, smooth skin of her small feet. She felt her fingers involuntarily grip tighter the man’s big hand that pulled her relentlessly forward deeper and deeper and deeper into the bowels of the old fortress. She gasped, but clung on desperately to that one connection out of the world of darkness that enveloped her. Her blindfold pressed tightly against her high cheekbones, its soft leather tightly wound against her head, robbing her of even the most ephemeral glimmers of light. A tiny kitten-like whimper escaped Elizabeth’s parched throat. She had just realized that only too soon this inch-wide strip of material would be the only garment of sorts she would be allowed to keep on her body.
It was so very cold! And getting colder yet with every step they took down into the damp sellers. Suddenly Elizabeth felt a panicked thought rise in the roiling uncertainty of her frenzied mind. Perhaps she should run? Surely they won’t stop her. No, they wouldn’t even think of slowing her escape. If anything, they might even provide her a carriage to take her back, back home, back to the slums of Birmingham. She was certain she was free to go. And that certainty robbed her of the will to resist her pending fate.
It had been less than a couple of hours ago when she had still been warmly ensconced amidst the soft, cozy sheets in her master’s bed. Lord Edward Benedict Frederick, 13th Lord of Dixon, had virtually inexhaustible stamina. After the veritable carnal marathon this morning, they had both fallen into an exhausted slumber snug against each other. Elizabeth was certain that this was how paradise ought to be like.
It wasn’t until nine, when the sun was high up in the sky, glaring through the floor to ceiling windows, that they were both awakened by two cautious knocks at the door.
“Your Lordship, you have a phone call from London, my Lord,” came the butler’s rough voice from the other side.
“Come on in and bring me the phone,” Lord Dixon said, and before Elizabeth had a chance to assimilate what was happening, he threw away the covers and stepped out of bed. The butler was immaculately dressed as always in a dark cutaway morning coat and gray pants and black tie beneath the winged collars of his starched white fine cotton shirt. He appeared completely oblivious to his master’s nudity. Instead, his beady little pale eyes were riveted on the body-servant’s nakedness. Elizabeth muffled a groan when she saw his pink tongue dart across his thin lips. She brought her knees up to her chest gathering herself up in a little ball blushing with shame at being so displayed before the man. Memories of what he had done to her flooded her innocent mind. Her embarrassment did not escape either the Lord’s attention or that of his minion, and she squealed quietly hearing them both chuckle.
Lord Dixon walked over to the butler and took the proffered device he had brought in on a heavy silver tray, its long cord weaving like a snake in his trails. The telephone usually rested on a small circular table out in front of the bedroom. How it operated was a complete mystery to Elizabeth who had only first seen one when she had joined Lord Dixon’s household a fortnight ago. She had yet to use a telephone for the first time. It seemed somehow magical to the young street urchin.
“Hello, James is that you?” Lord Dixon said loudly into the mouthpiece as he held the other part of the device up against his ear. From where she was lying on the bed, Elizabeth could hear the tinny voice on the other end but not make out what was said. “I see… And you think there is a real danger we might lose the contract? Hmmm… Let me think.”
Without even looking up, Elizabeth felt her master’s eyes slowly rake her naked form where she lay in the gargantuan bed. “Tell me, my friend, if I remember correctly, ambassador Yamamoto had expressed interest in meeting your little one, hadn’t he? Were you ever able to satisfy his curiosity? – – No? – – Hmmm… I see, she is still in training… – – Tell you what, dear chap, what if you suggest to his Excellency that you both pay me a visit at the estate for a late dinner tonight? Yes… There is a certain little someone here who you will both be quite pleased to meet, I think.” Elizabeth felt an involuntary shudder rock her body at Lord Dixon’s words.
She looked up to see his dark eyes sparkling down on her. “Ha-ha-ha, yes that’s right… Just inform him we will be having sushi, and she will be the dish… I promise you he will not want to miss it. How about 8 PM? That should give us enough time to prepare her. Thank you. I’ll see you then. You too my friend.”
The receiver made a loud clicking sound as Lord Dixon replaced it in its cradle. The butler made to leave, but he stopped him.
“Hold on a minute, Reginald, there is something I want you to take care of concerning little Lizzie here.” Lord Dixon padded over across the room and sat making the bed groan beneath his weight. Elizabeth felt his big warm hand gently come to rest against her thigh.
“Master –,” Elizabeth started to complain but immediately stopped herself seeing the dark, ominous look Lord Dixon shot her.
“The truth, dear girl, is that you need to learn to do away with your feelings of shame. I just saw the way you turned beet red when Reginald brought me the telephone. Even though I find your childish naïvety endearing, I’m afraid I cannot accept your continued reluctance when it comes to enjoying your sexuality and displaying your charms to others.”
“But, my Lord,” Elizabeth started to say, “I have done everything you asked of me and then some.” Her voice sound
ed pathetically whiny now, but she truly meant what she was saying. Her tongue still tingled with the aftereffects of the long hours she had spent in a brace having it stretched just so that she could please and impress her master. Hadn’t she done enough to satisfy him without having to humiliate herself before others? Lord Dixon smiled, and she felt that preternatural sensation at the very back of her neck as if centipedes were marching up and down in neat rows all along her spine. She always felt that way when she realized words were not necessary because her master had already divined her most intimate thoughts.
“Therein lies the problem, sweetheart. You do what you are told, even when it causes you discomfort and shame. I want you to move past this state and forget your prudish upbringing and learn to revel in your natural state that I have to tell you is unbridled sexuality. I merely want to push you past the stage where you think all these acts of submission are somehow sacrifices on your part. You believe that by doing them you will somehow impress me, and while that may be correct, and I do find it endearing, I want more from you. I want you to get past those hang-ups of yours. I want to bring you into accepting that you are a creature of pure lust and wanton need whose only reason to exist is to bask in the acceptance of your body’s charms and innate female nature.”
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