A Courtesan’s Guide to Getting Your Man (15 page)

Reaching behind me, he released my tied hands from the bedpost, though I was still bound. He turned me until I faced the side of the bed. Then I felt him untie my hands. Before I could celebrate this freedom, he wrapped his big hands about my wrists and raised them high. I had not realized that there were loops of leather tied to the curtain rail of the bed until I found myself strapped by them. My arms rose straight up and I was bound quite tightly, though not enough to make me rise to my toes.

Sir came close behind me and I realized that he was now as naked as I. His hot, hard palms came about to cup my breasts. He toyed with the rings dangling from my throbbing nipples. I gasped as the pain sharpened, just a little, just enough to remind me.

I am his plaything. I am his creature.

I am his.

My cunte became wet once more. What was this mad reaction? How could I, who had fought so for my independence, be so aroused by a man reducing me to such a state of submission?

Yet, this was Sir. I had trusted him to show me lust and appetite and indolence. He had pleasured and empowered me, teaching me new and astounding things about myself over and over again. I trusted Sir. I could not truly come to harm at his hands. I resolved to ride this strange, outrageous ride to its completion.

He lightly twisted the curious rings and pinched the tips of my wildly sensitive nipples themselves. The sensations shot through me like needles of torturous ecstasy.

I began to see that the pain/pleasure was not the truly arousing thing. The erotic hum throughout my body was not so much because he did these things to me, but because he
could
do these things to me. I was helpless before his power.

In a blinding flash it came to me. I was
helpless
. I was not responsible for my reaction. When he reached down to slip his fingers between my soaking labia and teased at my swollen clitoris, it was not my doing when I gasped and trembled and pressed closer to his hand. Freed by his dominance, released by his authority, I was without shame, without blame, without any thoughts of modesty or disgrace.

In that moment I traveled to a place I had never known. Transformed by Sir’s overwhelming strength into a being without power or responsibility, I slipped beneath the surface of my mind and drowned in the trust I held for him.

When he began to spank my buttocks with his open hand even as he continued to slide the fingers of his other hand up and down my slick, throbbing slit, I took the sweet, hot punishment as well as the teasing, slippery pleasure. The two sensations swirled around me and through me. The hot, sharp slap of his open palm on my reddening flesh. The dip and tease and swirl of his fingers rubbing at the sensitive swollen tip of my clitoris. I whimpered in pain. I moaned in ecstasy. I could not tell the sounds apart.

He smoothed my tingling buttocks with his open hand. “Do you feel it now, sweet rebel? You belong to me tonight. I am your master. I am your air, your water, your sustenance. If you wish to come at my hands, it will be when I decide and only when I decide.”

I sighed in agreement. It crossed some faint corner of my mind that if I gave in too soon then the lesson might end, but there was no danger of that. The flat of his hand came down upon my sensitized buttocks again, harder than before. Then, harder still. I was being tested. I remained relaxed and submissive, taking the punishing spanking without protest or even a shiver of withdrawal.

When he brought me to orgasm while the spanking intensified, I went willingly, panting and moaning and, in the end, screaming my release around the ball gag even as the tears of pain rolled down my cheeks.

My submission, strangely, did not seem to satisfy Sir. As I panted, moaning, hanging from my bonds weak from my release, he growled something harsh and ripped my bonds from my wrists. I fell forward onto the mattress, bent at the waist, my hands still above my head as if bound there.

Sir entered me hard from behind, driving his cock into my soaking, slippery cunte in one forceful stroke. The abrupt penetration coincided with one of the trembling aftershocks passing through my body and I cried out in exquisite pleasure. As he thrust hard and fast, my sore nipples dragged back and forth over the coverlet, the golden rings twisting beneath me. I cried out again and again as he fucked me, but my pleasure only seemed to release some dark force within him. He gripped my hips in his hard hands and used his strength to deepen his thrusts. It hurt. The wildness and pain drove me higher.

It was glorious. It was hard and pitiless and animal. I came again, my gasps leaving my open mouth only to be muffled by the coverlet. I filled my two fists with the silken stuff and heard threads pop beneath the strength of my grip.

Sir reached orgasm with a roar. His grip on my hips tightened painfully as he thrust into me hard, once, twice, thrice more. His thick cock throbbed inside me and I gloried in my helplessness, in my power.

I felt his weight on the mattress next to me as he collapsed, pulling my hips with him, keeping himself driven into me. I rolled easily, as limp as a sleeping cat, unwilling to let him leave me.

We panted like horses after a hard gallop, our breaths coming in ragged unison. After a moment, he reached around me to carefully release the gold rings that had so effectively tortured my throbbing nipples. I gasped as the pain slipped away to leave a rich tingling behind. It was then that I realized I could have removed them myself any time after my hands were released. Such was his power over me in that moment that it had not even occurred to me. I let my hands lie limp and obedient, leaving the gag untouched. It was not for me to remove it. Tonight, swept into the Sin of Wrath, I belonged to him.

*   *   *

After I had dozed for a little while in Sir’s arms, still obediently gagged, I had a single erotic thought drift across my sated mind.

Your mouth shall service my cock.

I slid from the circle of his sleepy embrace. He grunted in surprise and sat up as I left the bed to kneel on the carpet beside it, facing the great bed like an altar.
I wish to worship your cock.

Sir sat up and gazed at me for a long moment. I dropped my eyes and sat back on my heels demurely, naked, beseeching, my hands loosely upturned on my lap.

“Do you wish me to remove the ball from your mouth?”

I nodded silently.

He stood to walk the necessary half-step toward me. Even as he reached behind my bowed head to untie the cords of the gag, I had raised my cupped hands to caress the weight of his testicles with my palms. I heard him take a quick breath in surprise. I did not know they were so sensitive. I was intrigued.

The cords loosened and I let the ball slip from my mouth and fall to the carpet. I was well done with it. My lips had another purpose now.

Before my eyes, his cock began to rise. I had not seen this before, this rush of blood to darken the head of him, this pulsing swelling and thickening. I knelt before him and observed the power of my merest touch upon his senses. I softly massaged his testicles, as gently as I would two ripe fruits, and his stiffening cock throbbed before my eyes.

He caressed my hair, his eyes unreadable behind his mask. “Open your mouth, Ophelia. Take my cock inside.”

I licked my lips and bent to kiss the silken head of him. I tasted my own salty cream and yet another flavor, sharp and tangy. His come, the same milky liquid that now slicked down my own thighs and had every night for nearly a week. I liked the taste of him. I began to lick at the bulbous head, to catch every hint of his come on my tongue. He gasped as I lapped at him. One big hand came down to fist in my hair. He pressed my head closer. I opened my mouth and let him enter me that way.

As he slipped between my lips, inch by inch, I stroked him with my tongue, rolling it over and around him to get all of that mysteriously delicious taste from his rigid flesh. Intent upon my feasting upon him, I did not realize until a moment later that his entire body trembled in response.

This gave him so much pleasure, this swirling motion?

Apparently so, for he tightened his grip in my hair and began to enter my mouth so deeply that the thick head of his cock drove far back into my throat. It took a moment of concentration to allow that thick invasion, but when I had the trick of it I could take the entire length of him into my hot mouth.

As he slowly withdrew, I let suction build as I swirled my tongue upon the pulsing vein running beneath his rod. The sound he made, somewhere between harsh and helpless, made me realize that the tables had turned on his game tonight.

Even naked and on my knees, it was I who controlled him.

Remembering how he had held my hips as he fucked me, I raised my hands to his buttocks to pull him more deeply into my throat. He might have intended to dominate me, but in that moment, I took control of his pleasure.

I gained the rhythm quickly, digging my fingers and fingernails into his buttocks to control his speed. He wanted to go faster, I could feel it, but my new power intrigued me. He wished to teach me dominance and control. Well, I wished to learn it well.

I backed off from the length of him, despite his pressing hand in my hair. Licking my lips, which were swollen and puffy from sucking at him, I lifted my head to meet his dark gaze. His expression was unreadable behind the mask, but I knew from the trembling of his body and the pulsing rigidity of his cock that my lover was well at my mercy now.

“Do not touch me,” I ordered him. “Grasp the curtain bar above your head and do not release it.”

His jaw tightened. I could see him begin to form a protest. My fingernails tightened ever so slightly over his buttocks even as I ran my hot tongue possessively over the smooth, rounded head of him. His hands flew to grasp the curtain bar as his eyes closed and he let his head fall back, so racked with pleasure that he had no will left to argue.

I could not let such obedience go unrewarded. To show my appreciation, I took his cock back into my mouth in one deep, wet plunge, all the way to the hilt.

If I had not heard the animal moan from his lips myself, I would not have thought it to be human.

Left to the joys of my own exploration now, I allowed my world to narrow down to two things. His cock and my mouth. While he strained and writhed above me, I tortured and pleasured him for as long as I cared to. I felt the pulse in his thick vein increase more than once, upon which moment I decreased my suction and my lapping and let half his length fall untended from my lips. Each time the cry he gave became more desperate.

It was cruel. I quite enjoyed that fact. I knew from my own experience that when I finally allowed his orgasm to overwhelm him that it would be tenfold in power, so I felt no guilt at my pitiless play. I had endured much restless aching at his hands this week and I found myself disinclined to ease his longing anytime soon.

It was only when my own jaw and mouth, unaccustomed to such activity, began to protest that I decided to drive this weary stallion home at last. Redoubling my caressing of his testicles, including the hard, throbbing place just behind them, I took his cock deep into my throat. Increasing my pace, I even allowed him to move his hips toward me now, helping to thrust and withdraw as I sucked and swirled and lapped at the underside of his length.

In this moment I raised my gaze to catch the sight of him, powerful and strong, yet helpless in his lust. His naked, muscular body rippled with tension in the light of the single candle, shining with sweat from his long torture, stretched taut and undulating between my sucking mouth and his own white-knuckled grasp on the curtain bar. His dark head dropped back as wordless pleas left his lips, moans so full of deep, hoarse begging that I knew it was time to allow him to break.

I felt his testicles tighten to hard rocks in my hands and instinctively I drove his cock deep into my throat. It swelled to such an enormous proportion I feared it would crack my jaw. He let out a deep, helpless roar even as his cock pulsated violently inside my mouth.

I was too filled with him to breathe. I held on by will alone, letting every drop of his come pour down my throat even as I began to feel dizzy. When his moans decreased to helpless panting, I finally backed away, slowly allowing his still thick cock to slip from my swollen lips. He left a trickle of that sharp, sweet taste on my tongue as he left me.

He released the bar above his head then, only to collapse to his knees before me. We knelt together on the carpet, leaning against each other. Sir wrapped one caressing palm around my sore jaw and dropped his damp forehead to my shoulder. We spent several moments relishing the simple act of breathing normally again.

Then he lifted his head. With both hands, he swept my wild hair back from my face so that he could gaze into my eyes. “What possessed you?” His voice was hoarse from his guttural cries.

I licked my swollen lips. “You deserved nothing less.”

A small laugh escaped him. “I deserved the torture, or the pleasure?” His thumb slid to caress my lips, silencing my reply. “Never mind. I don’t think I want to know.”

I smiled wearily.
Precisely, my darling Sir.

Eleven

On the seventh night, I traveled to the Swan’s house in late afternoon, uncaring that I would be missed by Aunt Beryl that evening. It no longer mattered. I was more than through with my relations and intended to inform them of my victorious ruination on the following day. My little house was fully furnished and Robert had already agreed to everything the Swan had negotiated for on my behalf. Society had already begun to buzz with gossip about the new courtesan in town.

All was ready, but I missed the Swan. I had only seen her once during the week, when she’d informed me of Sir’s absence. It seemed whenever I arrived or awoke in her house that she was out or unavailable.

This day was no different. The Swan’s footman allowed me in the house without hesitation, but she was not within. At loose ends, I wandered up to “my” room and dawdled there.