TrickorTreat (8 page)

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. Acknowledge 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!”

“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?”

Good was totally inadequate! “Incredible! It was wonderful!”

“Yes.” He was quite smug in his agreement, but in the
circumstances, perfectly justified. “I haven’t finished with you, Katie, my
love. We have all weekend.”

Oh, please. “You won’t find me complaining.”