Seducing the Regency Dom

by Raven McAllan

  "For a chance to be close to you on a horse, you can shackle me as well," Susannah said. "Do I sit in front?" She lifted one leg over her horse's saddle and sat sideways. "Will you catch me?"

  Tony dismounted, and wrapped his horse's reins around a branch. He walked to Susannah and held his hands out. She slipped into his arms and slowly let her body slide down his until her quim rubbed the length of his cock. It responded as ever by lengthening and hardening to the point of perfect pain. Susannah licked her lips and chuckled. The melodic sound and the hint of her perfume teased him into even more hardness.

  "Xiao Māo, you are a minx." The use of her pet name, the one they used for play, made her eyes widen.

  As he put her onto the ground, and turned toward his horse, Susanna slipped into her subservient self. She knelt and bent her head.

  "My Lord?"

  Tony wanted to cry, to laugh, to salute with a cheer. Although they played, and played hard, he'd never attempted to get either of them into their Master/sub mode outside their comfort zone. Here, where in theory anyone could come upon them, was very much uncharted territory. She trusts me to know what is best.

  "I like your minx," he said as he used her hair to lift her head upward. "It pleases me. Now let me lift you onto Jester, and blindfold you."

  Within a few seconds he had Susanna settled in front of him, with her eyes covered. If he were a painter he'd paint her like that. Rosy skinned, bridal gown bunched up, long white shapely legs covered in silk stockings, and her eyes covered with a thick band of velvet. If they weren't riding he'd have tied her hands and feet with the same material. The black gleamed dark and enticing against her pale skin and red hair.

  Tony held Susanna tight to him with one hand and urged the horse forward at a brisk walk. His cock rubbed up against the base of her spine.

  "One day I'll take you like this. On a solid patient horse, with you in front and my cock buried deep in you."

  "Now?"

  "No," He leaned forward and pinched the soft skin at the apex of her thighs. "We're only minutes away from our destination. And then who knows what will happen?"

  Perverse maybe, but Tony wanted now to keep Susanna mentally off balance. It would heighten what was to come. Something he knew was a deep-seated need within him. It would be the zenith of all they did, and if it appealed to her as much as it did him, he knew he could ask no more.

  She leaned back into him and sighed. "I'm so glad today, or the ‘busy with other people’ part of today, is over. Now I can be yours as and how you wish me to."

  He kissed her neck and nipped the soft skin. An action Tony knew would increase Susanna's arousal. In the short weeks of their engagement, he'd become adept at arousing her, whenever possible. With the eagle eyes of their family and the Ton on them, time alone had been at a premium. However, a few nights at Stephen and Jane's had been fun, and Tony knew every secluded nook and cranny in every great house they visited.

  Now though, they had no need for subterfuge.

  He sucked the soft skin just below Susanna's hairline and was more than satisfied when she moaned and wriggled.

  "If you spook Jester, and fall off, your arse will be sore for all the wrong reasons," Tony said. "Remember 'tis our honeymoon. The time I promised to introduce you to new delights."

  She stopped wriggling.

  He laughed.

  Chapter Twelve

  Her world spun, as Tony lifted her from the horse. Susanna loved the way she used all her senses except sight to discover what was happening. The sweet smell of hay, and the musky dusty smell of a stable assailed her. She wrinkled her nose. Dust and hay made her want to sneeze. So un-romantic. I hope Tony is not anticipating a romp in the hay. A sneezing fit would not add to the atmosphere. She bit her lip as she remembered the last time she sneezed around him. Her sneeze had surprised them both. They had been coupled and as she sneezed and jumped, Tony was about to lunge deep into her. He slipped out instead and his seed shot over them both. She chuckled to herself as she remembered just how much fun cleaning each other had been.

  "Why are you laughing?"

  "I'm remembering the last time I sneezed around you."

  Tony pulled her hair in a gentle tug. "Oh yes, one inch further inside you and it could have been very sore. Your channel muscles are more than powerful, and might well have squeezed the life out of my cock. We'll steer clear of dust."

  "And hay?"

  "And hay."

  He took her arm and propelled her forward. The ground under her feet was firm, and the air had taken on a slight chill. She surmised that either the sun had gone down, or they were in the shade. Tiny stones scrunched under her feet and dug into her skin through the soft soles of her slippers. She winced.

  "Ouch, damned shoes are too flimsy for anything."

  "Poor Xiao Māo. Never mind, I will minister to you in such a way you won't remember the pain. Through here and let me help you. Now there are twenty-seven steps. Count."

  She counted. At each count Tony gave her arse a squeeze or a gentle flick of his hand. By number twenty-seven, the flicks were no longer over her gown, which somehow Tony had bunched up around her waist, and were harder. Her heartbeat quickened, her skin tingled and she wanted so much more. However, she knew better than to ask. With as much patience as she could muster, Susanna waited for his next directive.

  "I'm going to take your blindfold off now, love. Count to three before you open your eyes."

  He spun her round, and pressed on her head. Susanna obeyed the unspoken order and sank to her knees. The material that covered her eyes was lifted and she mentally counted before she looked around. Her gasp was loud and long and followed by Tony's satisfied chuckle.

  "Ah, I think it's to your liking?"

  Susanna took in the low padded bench with its bindings, the X-shaped cross to one side of the room, and the long waist-high bed with ropes and shackles above and beside it. "Ours?"

  "Ours," Tony confirmed. "For our eyes only. No one else will use this. If we play here with Stephen and Jane we'll use a bigger room along the corridor. This is ours. Are you ready to start our honeymoon?"

  Susanna felt the trickle of her juices edge down her legs. Her tummy was full of butterflies for all the right reasons, and her body was on fire. "Oh yes, My Lord." She infused the words with capitals to show she meant them in the way they had decided was correct for their play.

  "Then you know what to do." He wriggled out of his jacket and flung it over the coat hook, before he turned his back on her, walked toward a chair next to the bed and sat down. His long legs stretched out in front of him. The pose accentuated his lean body, and his breeches were taught over his cock and ballocks.

  To Susanna's dismay it seemed to be just an ordinary padded chair with no protuberances in it. Then she noticed a few knobs and levers concealed in the folds of the material. Susanna grinned. She should have realized Tony wouldn't go for the mundane. She licked her lips and began to untie the row of tiny bows that started at her chest and ended just above the hem of her gown.

  Tony groaned. "Minx."

  Susanna stood, curtsied and sank to her knees once more. She was glad she hadn't given in to protocol, her modiste, or her mama when they said it should close down her back, “for your husband to undo." She knew Tony, and he had often mentioned how arousing it was to see her expose herself to him.

  As the silky material slid over her breasts, Susanna reached up and removed the straps from her shoulders and arms. With the bows open to her waist, there was now nothing to stop the top of her gown from sliding downward to bunch on top of the skirts.

  "Stand up, let it fall and stretch out face down on the bed." The words were clipped. She surmised Tony held onto his mounting libido with difficulty. His cock stretched the material of his breeches to bursting point, and his nipples seemed to challenge hers to see which stood out more.

  With more haste than elegance Susanna scrambled to do his bidding. What was going to happen? Tony had promised her
a very special play session for their honeymoon but had refused to say what it entailed. If she was on the bed, it sounded tame.

  "Now, grip the headboard and spread your legs. Turn your head to the left.”

  She complied immediately. Even without the 'I am your Master' tone, those words made her channel muscles contract and her juices flow. With that tone ringing in her ears, they nigh on gushed.

  To her surprise, Tony didn't tie her hands or legs. Spread out as she was, with her head to one side, all she could see was the wall––the blank wall, with no toys near. Tony knew how inquisitive she was. Susanna knew this was all part of their play: The wondering, and the heightened awareness of every touch and movement. The anticipation of what came next.

  She could hear something rustling, and then a slight thud followed by another, before a metallic chink sounded in the distance. Clothes? Boots? Maybe…but what else? Her cunt clenched and she concentrated on regulating her breathing. It was hard when her body was on fire, and the hairs on her arms stood on end. A state she knew more often that not when she was near Tony.

  "Now, wife, shall we celebrate our marriage? In our soon to be special way?"

  "Yes please, My Lord."

  The bed dipped slightly and out of the corner of her eye she saw Tony's bare knee as he knelt over her. One of his thighs brushed the side of her arse, and then the touch was repeated on the other side, before he moved and his legs slid down the outside of hers.

  He put no weight on her, and Susanna held her breath. What next?

  Something dropped onto her between the shoulder blades and she flinched. Then a white-hot pain spread over her skin. More stings and shards of heat hit her back, and she gasped.

  "It hurts." She tried to move away from the pain but Tony held her down and stroked her head.

  "Good girl. Remember you have a safe word and can use it. My beautiful Xiao Māo. So good, so perfect." The pain changed to exquisite stings, which fell onto her like a welcome shower in spring. Fast and random, she could only imagine what was happening. It had to be wax, but how he used it, she had no idea.

  "You take the pain and embrace it. Do you know how beautiful you look? With my design on your soft skin, and the bloom it creates you make my cock hard and needy, slick and wet with need for you. Taste." He put his finger to her mouth, and Susanna sucked his juices from it. The sweet and salty taste made her moan with pleasure.

  Tony massaged her shoulders and she sank into the pain of the wax, the pleasure of receiving it and the sensation of being his. Susanna floated, comforted and cocooned in his attention and pleasure.

  Her breathing slowed and Susanna let her eyelids fluttered closed. A short nap wouldn't come amiss. She didn’t know how long it was before a kiss to her neck made her mutter and ignore the glass of water he held to her lips. She kept her eyes closed. A sudden smack to her arse made her eyes open once more in a hurry.

  "You need to drink now, or we play no more. I know how deep you've been and there's a lot more for you to absorb. Am I right?"

  She giggled. Tony knew her so well. She was nowhere near that subliminal state she reached when they often played. The one where she floated in bliss and absorbed everything deep inside herself.

  "Yes, My Lord." She struggled to sit up a little, and let him tilt the glass to her lips once more. She drank deeply. "Thank you. As ever, you know my needs more than I do."

  "Of course, it's my job to do so. Are you happy for me to peel the wax off your back now? And let me then decorate your breasts? I know 'tis not very Dom-like to ask, but it will be intense. I think you are ready."

  She gulped and looked toward the glass. Tony understood the look and handed it to her. Susanna dampened her dry mouth, and handed it back. "If you think so, then I agree. And yes, I have remembered my safe words, My Lord."

  He kissed her and Susanna drew his tongue into her mouth to suck and nip at the sensitive surface. Tony let her play for scant seconds before he pulled back.

  "The wax removal can wait. It will work well later. Lie on your back and stretch your arms out." Susanna did as he demanded and within seconds the soft silk and supple leather shackles scraped over the pale skin of her wrists, and fastened her arms at right angles to her body.

  "Hmm, your feet. Open your legs. Not too wide. A little more, yes, perfect. Now do not move." Tony used his index finger to scrape over her body from her breastbone to her pubic bone. The edge of his nail scratched her sensitive skin and increased her arousal. The hint of pain not realized and the anticipation of things to come created a frisson of excitement. Already Susanna could feel her climax building and she writhed on the bed.

  "No." Tony slapped her quim. "You know that. And, Xiao Māo, now you need to be still or I might injure you." He walked toward a side cupboard, picked something up and approached her once more.

  "Why? I thought ‘twas wax you were decor…T-Tony?" She stuttered when she saw what he carried. Her heart was in her mouth, and she was sure it thumped loud enough to vie with any church bells in the vicinity. "What are you going to do with that?"

  He grinned. "My cutthroat? Why, use it on you, my dear."

  The roaring in her ears got louder, like a river in spate or an angry animal at the Royal Exchange.

  "Breathe, Xiao Māo…what word do you use? Think carefully…think about where you are and what we are. Do you trust me, Xiao Māo? Do you?" His voice was level but behind the words his angst filtered through. "Say your word now, Susanna, say one of those three or I untie you and we stop. Never to start again."

  "What?" She blinked, and shook her head. The roaring subsided to the mere noise of an autumn wind. "What did you say?"

  "Trust, my dear," Tony said evenly. "Trust. It all boils down to that one admittedly important thing. Do you trust me?"

  Susanna knew fine well her jaw dropped. There was no question. Of course she trusted him. "Why would you think otherwise, My Lord?"

  "You showed no trust in me then. Why would I harm you? I love you, for heaven’s sake." Tony shouted the words. "I crave you, need you as much as life. I am desolate when we're apart. You are my life. Without you I no longer have a reason to exist. This," he waved the razor, "this is because I gave you my word I would denude your quim. You made me promise that as soon as you were mine I would perform that sweet task. How on earth did you think I could do so without my razor?" The disappointment in his voice made her cringe and she couldn't help tears welling in her eyes. Susanna sniffed. Bound as she was, she couldn't even wipe her eyes.

  Tony didn't seem inclined to come to her aid. He stood next to her, the cutthroat still held loosely between one thumb and forefinger.

  "Please, My Lord. I do trust you."

  He said nothing.

  How could she convince him? Words were easy, and bound as she was, actions impossible.

  "Tony. My Lord, you are my Master. I do as you ask. I'm new and inexperienced. All I know I've learned from you. It has been a somewhat overwhelming day. I was expecting you to hold a candle to show me how you would decorate me. I had not thought of my shaving."

  He stared at her, unmoving and unblinking. Susanna forced herself to stay still and hold his gaze. After several minutes he nodded.

  She let out her breath in a whoosh.

  "Thank you, My Lord."

  "You may thank me after your punishment," Tony said at last. "I will decide what it is to be later. First I'm going to shave you. Then wax you and then…" He paused. "You will need to wait to discover what then will be."

  His stern tone didn't faze her. Tony would not harm her, and she knew that. Oh she might not be able to sit comfortably for a week, but the attention and creams he would administer would, according to Jane, far outweigh any fleeting pain.

  "Yes, My Lord."

  He smiled then, and to Susanna it was as if the sun had reappeared after a long absence.

  "Let's hope you still say that…after."

  She hoped so as well. Tony moved the steel to rest across the top of her
quim and next to the first of the springy red hair that covered it.

  "Ready?"

  Susanna nodded. "Yes, My Lord."

  With a wicked grin Tony turned the razor so the sharp side dug into her skin, just enough to remind her how sharp it truly was. It was an effort, but Susanna forced herself to breathe steadily and without fear.

  "Good girl, Xiao Māo. You are brave and I love you." Tony turned the blade once more and with one hand held the hairs up from her body and let his razor slice through them like a scythe through straw. The touch of the cold metal, the way her hair fell away, and the intent look on Tony's face excited her. The erotic sight made her stomach quiver and her nipples tighten to the point of pain. In the way he often did, Tony must have sensed her arousal. "Almost done." He made one last cut, put the razor down carefully onto a nearby table and ran his hand over her bare and smooth quim. Susanna lifted her head and looked down at her body. The smooth mound was perfection.

  "I love it," she said. "Oh, Tony, it is amazing. Ohh ah, so is that." She clenched her channel muscles as he put three fingers inside and started to fill her in a steady thrusting motion. "I will come."

  "You won't…you will wait until I have decorated you. Are you ready for this, Susanna? My wedding gift to you?'

  "Oh, yes."

  He smiled. The smile of a satisfied Dom. Tony withdrew his fingers and pressed a kiss to her cunt lips. "Then let me show you how beautiful you look dressed in wax." He lit a tall candle and waited until the flame burned steadily without flickering. "Spermaceti oil. It burns at a lower heat and won't scar. Breathe evenly and embrace the pain, my love. This is for you."

  He held the candle high above her and gradually tilted it.

  Susanna wanted to hold her breath, but mindful of Tony's words, she concentrated on keeping her breathing and pulse steady. The first drop of wax let go of its hold on the candle and danced through the air, to land on her breast. This time the heat flew from her breast to her cunt and back again. She gaped, and moaned. "Yeeessss."

  The next drop teased her nipple, and the one after her quim. Tony let the drops fall faster and what seemed like a random pattern became a choreographed dance. When Tony finally put the candle down, Susanna was sobbing with pleasure.