“No… please,” she said, trying to push him away with her legs.
“That’s a spanking,” he chortled, rolling her to her belly.
“Ack,” she exclaimed. “No!”
“All I hear is no, no, no,” he said, slapping her squirming bottom with each word. He didn’t hold back, hoping a little pain might help release her nerves. He pressed one hand down on her low back to pin her in place and spanked her over and over again, until her bottom took on a beautiful shade of pink.
He rolled her back over. “Naughty girl,” he scolded. “If you can’t open for me, I shall have to help you. Do not move,” he said sternly.
She delighted him by letting out a little whimper and writhing about on the bed.
His cock forgot about his earlier release, standing eagerly at attention at the sight of Daisy’s naked form. He grabbed some jute rope from his supplies and returned, picking up a new linen washcloth on the way. He tore the washcloth into strips and wound one around her ankle to protect her softskin from the rough rope.
She watched him with wide, frightened eyes as he wrapped and knotted the rope over the swath of linen.
Tossing it underneath his wooden bedframe, he picked it up on the other side, tugging until her leg opened to the side.
For all their jesting about taming horses earlier, she did have the look of a nervous filly now, peering at him from the corners of her eyes, her chest rising and falling with quickened breath.
He caught her other ankle, pulling it wide, so she lay with her legs spread open, her sex mercilessly on display. He wrapped and tied the ankle, then gave her wrists the same treatment.
She tugged at the ropes, twisting and fretting.
“Shh,” he said, crawling over her and brushing her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Easy, little girl. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
She said nothing, but her eyes remained fixed on his, her breasts lifting and falling open with each short breath. He kissed down her centerline again, using a little tongue, sucking in places. Settling between her splayed legs, he slid a hand underneath her bottom and squeezed the warm flesh of one cheek as he brought his mouth to her glistening sex.
* * *
She jerked at the velvety caress of his tongue, but the ropes would not allow her to get away. She strained anyway, somehow needed to resist, to prove she did not want this, not any part of it, even though it felt… so… A wanton sound escaped her lips.
“You like that, don’t you, little girl?” He nibbled at her outer lips.
“No,” she wailed, though it sounded more like another lusty moan. “Sir Barrett,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Bear? Husband?”
“My lord and master?” he suggested, grinning wickedly before diving back down and teasing her with the incredible undulations of his tongue. Flick, suck, nibble… he tortured her endlessly as she squirmed and rolled her hips to and fro.
“Please,” she panted.
“Please, what, my love?” he asked, slipping one finger inside her and curling it to hit her inner wall.
She panicked, the sensations overwhelming, an urgency—some unknown bodily need taking over. “Don’t… oh, please, oh, please.” She tugged at her bonds, fluid trickling shamefully from her sex.
“Take me, Bear,” he prompted. “Just say it, and I’ll give you sweet release.”
Sweet release sounded like what she needed. But no, she couldn’t give in. Sounds came out of her throat—strange and desperate. Keening, mewlingnotes like an animal in heat. “Please, Bear,” she pleaded.
“Say it,” he urged.
“I… can’t,” she said.
Abruptly, he pulled his finger from inside her and shook his head. “No?” he asked.
She stared up at him, bereft without his touch. “Please,” she pleaded once again, though she did not even know what she wanted.
He appeared disappointed as he freed her of the ropes. For a moment, she thought he would punish her by depriving her of all touch, but blew out the lamp and climbed up beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her snugly against him.
She closed her eyes, melting into his warmth, drinking in his strength. After a while, his arm grew heavy and his breath deepened. She lay in the darkness, unable to sleep. Her entire body still rioted with need—her sex pulsed, her breasts had grown heavy and her nipples tight. The feather mattress seemed too hot tonight. She kicked the covers off her legs. The cool air did nothing to soothe her fire. She rubbed her feet together to release a little pent-up energy.
