“Oh!” she shrieked. “Oh, my! Oh!”
By the time she realized that Mr. Blackstone had placed his mouth on her cunny, and by the time the obscenity of such a thing had caused her face to turn red, he was no longer attending to her. She gave a gasp of exasperation, for now the need that throbbed between her legs was as excruciating as she had ever felt it.
A warm, smooth, hard something was now between the wet lips of her cunny. It pushed against her hole. It was too big, and seemed to be stuck, but Mr. Blackstone continued forward. A sharp pain grew as he pushed against her, and she heard him make a sound, a bit like a sigh, a bit like a moan. “Your cunny is so tight,” he breathed.
The heat of his body was close to her, and she longed to feel it against her, to feel the big thing she had taken into her mouth inside of her cunny, which throbbed and ached to be filled, even as it stung where he pressed against her. “It’s too big,” she said, whimpering, but her voice was filled with disappointment.
He covered her skin with his, and his cock pushed in, making her whimper in pleasure and pain. His hand swept through her hair, and his lips were close to hers, smelling like the juices of her cunny. And then, suddenly, she felt a searing pain, and the hard, hot muscle of his cock began to slide inside of her, quickly, stretching her wide, filling her up, pushing against the object in her bottom.
Lina might have screamed, except that yet again the air was sucked from her lungs and the pain and pleasure exploded so intensely that she had no words and no breath to make a sound.
As he moved slowly in and out of her, Lina began to toss her head from side to side. She was being taken to a new high as he rubbed inside of her, and her body tensed almost everywhere.
“Hold still,” Mr. Blackstone breathed, and Lina wondered what he meant, for she was tied down completely, but she was unable to spend long contemplating it because she was going up, up and over the height of pleasure. “You’re so tight, Miss Blanchet, do not move...”
His voice drifted away, and Lina felt faint as her body seemed to turn to liquid and roll in waves, while at the same time tensing up to where she was sure she felt like stone. She only realized that she was screaming as the wave ebbed away, but by then Mr. Blackstone was pounding his manhood into her, and muttering things like “Don’t, you’re too...”
And then his body was tense, deep inside of her, and he groaned loudly as the hot wetness of his seed filled her.
Lina was still shuddering from the height of her own pleasure as Mr. Blackstone lay on top of her, his member still turgid and pulsing inside of her. The sensation of fullness that encircled her did not leave, even as her pleasure diminished in jagged waves. The heat of his body was still atop her for a long time: solid, heavy, and somehow protective. His hands went to her head, his fingers meshed in her hair, and she sensed that he was looking at her, his lips very close to her face, as he breathed heavily and descended from his own pleasure.
“Carolina.”
She could not be certain that she heard correctly, for he whispered it hoarsely and low, and very suddenly withdrew from inside her, almost as though some emergency had called him to another place.
Unsure of what to do, she waited, her heart pounding, wondering if she should say something. The sound of him moving around her was difficult to decipher. Was he preparing yet another aspect of her torment and pleasure?
Without any comment from him, she felt the restraints loosen, first on her arms, and then on her ankles, though he did not pull them away from her limbs.
His voice seemed to come from near the door, and it was toneless and quiet.
“Extricate yourself and... wait here,” he said, and then, almost stammering, he added: “I—someone—Dr. Doyle shall be... come for you.”
Lina opened her mouth to say something, though as so often occurred, she did not know what it was and no words passed her lips.
But it did not matter, for she heard the closing of the door, and then only silence: Mr. Blackstone was gone.
* * *
She did as he had orderedher, though the way it was delivered had been so strange she was not sure if it could be called an order. By wiggling her arms and legs she was able to loosen the restraints and pull her arms free, sit up, and slip the scarf from her eyes, to confirm what she knew to be true: Mr. Blackstone had left her alone.
It was cool in the room, and she pulled her legs and arms to her chest and hugged herself as she contemplated the strange interaction with Mr. Blackstone. Between her legs, his seed was warm and wet against her thighs.
Why had he left so abruptly, she wondered? Had he not told her that she would receive her next step in her training, a new object for her bottom? It made no sense.
Her dress had been hung upon a hook on the wall, and the cane that had scorched her bottom so pleasantly replaced upon the wall of objects.
How long was she to wait? Why was she to wait? And why had he freed her and not done what he had promised?
The minutes dragged by in the soundless chamber, and she grew cold, so at last she rose from the bed and lifted the plain frock over her head, leaving it unlaced, simply to be warm. She sat on the bed, and waited, but so much time went by that she began to wonder if she should leave.
But no, no; perhaps this was another test of her obedience. A strange one, one that unsettled her. But a test, nonetheless.
It must be, she thought sleepily, as she leaned to the side and lifted her legs to the bed. Her eyes became heavy, and so she closed them, and fell asleep.
