“That’s good, love. Your bottom looks so lovely with this crop handle inside. Now just relax.”
He began to stroke the handle slowly in and out of her body, and Eleta cried out with delight. He worked the crop deep inside her. He seemed to know exactly how fast and how deep she wanted it, and he lavished her with pleasure.
Eleta ceded her body to Rafe. She became his willing slave, shamelessly responding to his demands. The more wantonly she submitted, the more blatantly he claimed her. Finally, when she was writhing with desperate need, he located the nub of her arousal and squeezed. She shattered with a scream.
Rafe enjoyed watching her. She was incredibly beautiful, coated with sweat and clenching the crop handle in her bottom. Her pink pussy lips were dripping with her musky dew, and they had flowered invitingly, begging for his cock. He dragged in tortured breaths, waiting as patiently as he could for her to recover.
When she finally began to come back to awareness, Rafe positioned himself at her entrance. He gripped her hips and plunged into her depths with a single, mighty stroke. They groaned in unison.
With his cock in her pussy and the crop handle embedding in her ass, Eleta felt so full that she felt slightly overwhelmed. Rafe spoke soothingly to her, and she quickly settled beneath him. He began to move inside her, thrusting the crop handle in and out of her bottom in rhythm with the deep invasions of his shaft.
Eleta had never imagined such profound delight. She began answering his thrusts, allowing both him and the crop ever deeper. He rode her relentlessly, driving her higher and higher up the peak as he plundered both orifices. He drove her mindless and then flung her over the cliff with a deep thrust of the crop handle. She came apart once again, gasping for breath and seeing stars behind her eyelids.
Rafe closed his eyes to savor her inner contractions as she gripped his cock. God, she was sweet! He would never tire of how lovingly her body received him.
When her velvety sheath began to relax, Rafe withdrew the crop handle and tossed it aside. He bent over her back and seized her breasts, twisting her nipples harshly in time with his forceful thrusts. He was so much larger than she was that she felt surrounded, fragile, vulnerable.
His savage possession should have frightened her, but instead she felt empowered. It was obvious that he needed her just as desperately as she needed him. He was no longer thinking of her as his queen. There were no more barriers between them. She was finally just his…his lover, his woman, his mate…his in every possible way, and he was staking his claim in the most primitive way possible.
He plumbed her sweet heat with blatantly possessive strokes, while holding her trapped and helpless before him. Each thrust was powerful enough to lift her knees off the bed. Eleta felt him pounding against the door to her womb, and she sobbed with ecstasy, as she climaxed yet again.
Rafe never paused, giving her no chance to catch her breath. He simply kept on with the assault, ruthlessly forcing her ever higher. His continued thrusts made her orgasm even more mind shattering, and she thought her heart would burst from beating so hard.
Eleta crested another wave and screamed as her sheath clamped down like a vice. Still, Rafe drove her ever onward. The pace of his strokes became frenzied. When Eleta topped the ultimate peak, he went over with her, pouring himself inside her with a howl of pleasure as he squeezed hard on her throbbing nipples.
Long moments passed as their bodies clung together. They were coated with sweat, and their chests heaved from their efforts. Rafe slowly straightened, caressing her sides and back before gripping her waist to continue holding her still.
After several moments, he finally withdrew from her, leaving her feeling suddenly empty and slightly forlorn. He pulled her upright, as he embraced her from behind. Eleta could feel their combined fluids running down her inner thighs, and her nipples were sore and aching. Her sheath was quivering and twitching. Her asshole felt chafed and tender.
Rafe cupped her breasts and taunted her nipples further as he nipped sharply on the side of her neck. He suckled hard enough to leave marks on the creamy flesh of her neck, claiming her as his in yet another way. His fingers became more insistent, and he firmly pinched, twisted and pulled the sensitized nubs as she mewled softly. Clearly, he wasn’t finished with her, which thrilled her even more. When he spoke, his voice was so savage and primitive that she barely recognized it as his.
“Did you enjoy that, little one? Did you enjoy being spanked and then being fucked roughly for my pleasure?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Did you enjoy having something in your ass and feeling so full while I fucked you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, wriggling her bottom enticingly against his groin and thrusting her breasts more fully into his hands. She reached behind her to wind one arm around his neck and caressed the back of his hand with her other hand. “You know I did. Teach me more.”
“More? Aren’t you tired?” he asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“More,” she whispered.
“My God, you are perfect for me,” Rafe growled, nipping her neck again and pinching her nipples until they throbbed. “What a perfect little naughty girl you are.”
“More,” she gasped, stroking the back of his hands in encouragement.
He gave a satisfied grunt. “If you want more, you shall have it, Eleta. Don’t move.”
He went to the tub and retrieved a cloth and soap. He pumped hot water into a basin and brought them to the bed. Eleta was still kneeling just as he had left her. She watched, panting with desire as he washed himself. He pushed her onto all fours and washed her bottom and pussy thoroughly. Then, he gave her bottom a sharp slap.
“Lay down,” he growled. “Open your legs.” When she complied, he pinned her with his heated stare. “Even wider,” he demanded. His gaze was locked between her thighs. “Wider, Eleta! Show me how swollen and wet you still are. Spread yourself open for me and show me your greedy little pussy.”
She was a sight to behold. Her hair was in wild disarray, her nipples were swollen and red, and her entire body was slick with sweat. Her damp chemise had become transparent, and it clung like a second skin. He tweaked her nipples again and arranged her hair on the pillows so that it floated all around her like a dark cloud. God help him, he wanted her again!
“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured, running a broad finger along her glistening folds. “Your pretty pink lips are so wet, little one. Use your fingers to pleasure yourself for me. It’s one of my fondest fantasies just to watch you while you lose yourself in pleasure.”
Eleta obeyed, loving the possessive heat in his fascinating green eyes as he watched her intently. She toyed with herself, and her fingers made sloshing noises in the silence of the room. Rafe watched her for several minutes, murmuring suggestions for what he wanted her to do. Eleta eagerly followed his instructions, and she cried out as she brought herself to completion while he watched avidly.
“Have you had enough now?” he asked, still staring at her greedily.
Eleta met his eye, and she shook her head. “Never!” she whispered. “Have you?”
“Not even close,” he growled.
“Then teach me more about how to please you. What other fantasies have you had about me?”
Rafe grinned and walked to the wardrobe. He located her red velvet riding habit, and pulled it out. He flipped the skirt up, finding the area where she had ripped it, and he ripped a few more strips of cloth. He tossed her ruined habit aside before returning to the bed.
“Are you sure you want more?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Yes, please,” Eleta replied.
Rafe pulled her wrists up and tied them gently but firmly to the headboard. Then, he tied her ankles to each one of the posts, leaving her spread open like a lush carnal offering on the wide bed. He knelt between her outstretched thighs, and ripped her thin chemise down the front. The sound of the rending cloth sent shivers of awareness down Eleta’s spine. Her breasts he
aved with excitement as he knelt over her, slowly raking her body with his possessive gaze.
He surprised her when he abruptly stood and walked to her dressing table. He rummaged through her jewelry box and retrieved her pearl necklace with the large sapphire pendant. He also found matching pearl earrings with heavy gold clasps that could be clipped on to her ears. He filled a large bowl with snow from the balcony, and he pushed the necklace and earrings down into the snow. Eleta lay panting, wondering what he was about.
“Rafe?” she gasped. “What is that for?”
He grinned. “That’s for later, little one. But for now, I have another fantasy in mind.”
Eleta gulped and watched as he crossed to the wardrobe once more. He ripped yet another strip of red velvet from her habit, and then he rummaged through the wardrobe. Eleta’s eyes widened when she saw him return with the long white feather that he had plucked from the hat that matched her riding habit. She gulped, wondering what he intended.
“What are you going to do with that?” she asked, feeling increasingly aroused by the possibilities.
He chuckled and straddled her hips.
“Wait and see, love,” he said with a naughty grin.
He bent over her and tied the wide strip of velvet around her eyes. The blindfold fit snugly over her eyes, and it blocked out almost all the light. She couldn’t see anything but a reddish glow. She panted nervously. Not being able to see anything, her other senses seemed to be on high alert. What seemed like several fraught minutes passed in silence, and Eleta grew increasingly nervous. She knew he was still straddling her hips, but he hadn’t moved at all.
“Rafe?”
She jumped when she felt the light touch of the feather on her face. Rafe ran the feather lightly along her lips, her jaw, down her neck and over her upper bosom. When he reached the peak of her breast, she was writhing and whimpering. He teased both nipples in turn, enjoying how they tightened and quivered in response to the feather’s light touch.
He crawled backward and knelt between her outstretched legs, using the feather to tease the undersides of her breasts, her sensitive abdomen, naval and upper thighs. The course of the feather was meandering, sometimes doubling back to revisit areas that had been particularly responsive. He enjoyed watching her jump when he touched her unexpectedly, and goose bumps rose on her flesh repeatedly. The sight of her was absolutely enthralling.
Eleta thought she might lose her mind. Her skin was so sensitized by the light touch of the feather that it felt as if it were crawling and shifting. Her nerve endings were twitching, and she was wound tighter than ever before. As he guided the feather along its leisurely path of exploration, she tried to predict where it would go next, and each area would grow warm and excited in anticipation. As he worked his way lower and lower, her nerves ratcheted higher and higher. She writhed and pulled at the velvet straps, mindless of how they chafed her wrists and ankles.
At long last, she could feel Rafe lay down on his stomach with his shoulders wedged between her thighs. He blew cool air over her exposed flesh and ran his fingers along her sensitive folds. She was swollen and glistening with moisture. It was obvious that he was settling in to play. He lightly grazed her inner thighs with the feather.
“Oh no,” she moaned, picturing his naughty grin. She was secretly delighted, but she renewed her struggles just the same.
Eleta had never dreamed of how many ways a feather could be used to stimulate orgasms. Her extensive training had missed that subject altogether, and she made a mental note to reprimand her tutors. Rafe stretched out the sweet torture, thoroughly enjoying watching, as she climaxed again and again. He chuckled often while he toyed with her, and Eleta was thrilled that her reactions pleased him.
When Rafe felt she must be exhausted, he tossed the feather aside and caressed her soothingly. His hands were firm and warm as he massaged her flickering inner thighs, bringing her gently back down to earth. At last, she was able to slow her breathing, and she exhaled with a shivering sigh.
“Had enough now, little one?” he asked quietly.
“Have you?” she retorted.
Eleta gasped as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He chuckled darkly, and when he answered, his voice was gravelly with passion. “No. I could go on all night. I have an infinite supply of fantasies, all centered on you.”
“Then keep going,” she said.
She felt the bed dip as he stood up. She listened intently, wondering what he would do next. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.
“On to my next fantasy,” Rafe said with a grin. “Just remember, little one. You asked for this.”
Eleta strained her ears as she heard a slushy noise beside her on the bed. She frowned, wondering what he was doing. When she felt his icy fingers on her nipple, she screamed and writhed to try to avoid the cold.
“Be still,” Rafe said. His voice was soft, but the tone of command was unmistakable.
Eleta instantly froze, although she couldn’t help mewling quietly. Rafe chuckled as he clipped the chilled pearl and gold earrings onto her nipples. They firmly pinched with enough pressure to cause considerable pain. Eleta’s ivory breasts were covered in goose bumps from the cold.
Rafe held a small chunk of snow in his hand and dripped water on her trembling breasts and her abdomen. He grinned as he dripped icy water into her naval, and she wriggled and moaned. “Be still,” he said again. She stayed perfectly still except for her panting breaths while he continued to torment her. She was mouth watering, and his cock ached at the sight of her.
“You’re such a delicious little naughty girl,” he murmured. He followed the path of the icy water with his hot tongue, smiling when she bit her bottom lip and gave a small sob of pleasure.
After eons of his naughty play, Eleta felt Rafe settle on his forearms between her thighs. He blew cool air over her exposed flesh once again, and she shivered. He chuckled. Rafe gripped her clit with icy fingers and clamped the gold clasp of her necklace onto the tender nubbin. Eleta screamed and tried to clench her thighs closed.
Rafe squeezed the clasp firmly, making her clit throb painfully. “Be still, little one!”
Once again, Eleta immediately stopped her struggles. She panted desperately.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. “You have only to tell me it’s enough, and I will stop.”
“No!” Her voice was shaky, but she cleared her throat and shook her head. “No. Don’t stop.”
“What a beautiful little naughty girl you are,” he praised. “Do you know how much pleasure you bring me?”
Eleta panted and shook her head with a moan.
“You’re perfect for me, little one. Now lay still while I play, and I’ll reward you afterward.”
“Yes, Rafe.”
He shocked her completely when he slipped her ice cold sapphire pendant inside her pussy. Eleta gasped. She desperately wanted to clench her thighs against the cold, but Rafe had instructed her to remain still, so she did. Rafe chuckled and placed a fond kiss on her mound.
“Good girl,” he said. He held a small clump of snow over her and dripped icy water along her slit, grinning while she twitched and moaned. He knew how hard it was for her to stay still, and he loved how well she was doing. “Do you like what I’m doing, little one?”
Eleta nodded her head.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to please you in every way.”
Rafe chuckled softly and proceeded to insert the rest of the necklace, one freezing pearl at a time. She couldn’t stop her inner muscles from clenching in reaction to the cold. The spasms only intensified the hunger growing in the pit of her belly, and she began to ache and throb.
He knew what he was doing to her. He could see that she was nearly mindless with need, so he kept up the gentle torture. When the entire necklace was inside her, he squeezed the clasp on her clit with cold fingers, sending another jolt of pain through the tender nub.
“Now,
we play,” he murmured with a naughty grin.
Rafe tormented her for a long time before he finally removed the cold necklace from her pussy and thrust into her depths. The heat of his cock was a delightful contrast to the cold, and Eleta met his thrusts eagerly.
He removed the clamp from one nipple while he fucked her to a steady, pounding rhythm. As the blood rushed into her numbed nipple, it brought excruciating pain followed by a mind shattering orgasm. She screamed, clenching her velvety sheath onto his cock like a vise.
Rafe grinned and kept plowing into her, plucking at her sore nipple to heighten her pleasure. When she began to come down from the summit, he repeated the maneuver with the other nipple. The effect was even more profound.
It was all he could do to resist joining her as she screamed her pleasure and milked him with rippling inner contractions. He closed his eyes and continued to ride out the storm, forcing ever deeper into her slick heat. She was magnificent.
When he was at the end of his self control, he pulled the clamp off her clit and thrust balls deep into her pussy. The most satisfying orgasm she had ever had rolled through Eleta. She shrieked and took him over the cliff with her. She sobbed his name gratefully as they fell into the void.
*****
It was nearly dawn when Rafe finally collapsed on the bed beside her and fell into a deep sleep. Just before he succumbed, he had freed her from her bonds, and she curled in the crook of his arm for a few minutes.
Eleta’s entire body glowed from his lovemaking. He had been true to his word. He had indulged in one fantasy after another until he collapsed from sheer exhaustion. He hadn’t been brutal, but he also hadn’t been gentle. Still, he had done nothing to cause any permanent harm. He had done as she had asked. He had used her, sometimes roughly, for his pleasure and had left numerous marks and abrasions on her body that would serve as a reminder of their adventures.
Eleta was sore and bruised in the best possible way. Her nipples and clit still throbbed painfully from having the clamps on them, and she knew they would remain sore for days to come. She had enjoyed satisfying every single one of Rafe’s appetites. But now it was time for her to fulfill the dreadful prophecy, and her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces.
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