“So, you do not know if you like being bound, Tally? You seemed certain enough at first, when you fought to be free. You did not like it then.”
I moan again as he shifts his attention to my other nipple, subjecting that to the same tender attention.
“I was not expecting it, so I was surprised. And very scared. But now, now I believe I might get to like it.”Heaven preserve me, where did that come from?
“That is good. Now, I have another idea for something you might get to like. Spread your legs wide for me.”
“I, Stefan, I…”
“Love, honour, and obey, Tally. Do I need to remind you of the consequences? And I think by now you might believe me when I tell you, you will love the honour I am about to do you, when you obey.”
I do believe him, why would I not? I spread my legs, my knees straight and my ankles now perhaps a yard apart.
Stefan grins at me, shaking his head. “Tally, let me explain. I intend to lick your quim, then I’ll fuck you with my fingers while I suck on your plump little clitty. For this I need better access than you are allowing. When I tell you to spread your legs wide and promise you joy, I do not expect you to play the modest virgin for me. Show me your cunt, my whore. Present it to me. Offer it to me. Beg me to take it.”
I turn my head to meet his gaze. His eyes are intent, pinning me to the bed as surely as his bonds have fastened me there. In some curious display of mental gymnastics it is almost as though I am outside my body, watching from a distance, as if some stranger has slipped into my consciousness and is doing these outrageous things. My movements are slow, but I obey him. I bend my knees and bring them up toward my chest before opening them as far as I am able. I am exposed, waiting. Hoping.
One corner of Stefan’s mouth lifts in a satisfied half-smile, and I offer him a tremulous grin in return. I am drawn back into this moment knowing I have pleased him, and this makes me proud. I will do anything he asks of me, just to win that smile from him again.
“Well done, love. Now you may lie still, and enjoy what is to happen.”
I close my eyes, conscious of the shift in the bed as he moves. I know he will be positioning himself between my thighs, looking at me, at my most secret self, but I find I do not mind. Well, not overmuch. The cool draught of his breath flutters across the exposed lips of my womanhood, and I wonder if he has blown on me on purpose. It happens again, and I know.
My entire body jerks as he draws his tongue slowly around the entrance to my quim, but I recover and hold myself still for him. This position is difficult, not comfortable, but he has demanded it and I will comply.
He circles the lips of my sex again, then opens them with his fingers to plunge his tongue inside. I am astonished, it had never occurred to me that he might do such a thing, but he has. And it is wonderful, so intimate, so intense.
“Oh, Stefan…”
“Is this good?” He has replaced his tongue with a finger as he talks to me. He is stroking it in and out of me, each movement slow, deliberate.
I can only nod, so wholly focused am I on the sensations he is generating at my very core.
“I will always keep my promises to you, Tally. You may rely on that.”
My inner walls are stretched as another finger joins the first, and his headdips toward me again. This time though it is that sensitive nub just at the front of my slit that attracts his attention. It is swollen, just as my nipples have grown and hardened under his caresses. He takes the jutting bud in his mouth and sucks on it.
It is too much, the thrill too intense. I shatter, my senses scrambling in every which direction. I thrust my pelvis up, desperate, demanding as I squeeze hard around his fingers. My quim is clenching, though not through any effort of mine. I am spinning again, loving the sensation of weightlessness, a rhythmic pulsing that wracks my entire body, gripping, twisting, and eventually relaxing to allow me to drift back into myself.
The waves of pleasure recede and my writhing dies away. Eventually I lie still, my eyes closed as my world rights itself. I feel dizzy, a little lightheaded perhaps, confused certainly. Twice now he has touched me, created such intensity of sensation that I lost control of my body, my responses. I had heard of such a thing, in those naughty whispered conversations girls sometimes indulge in, discussing the mysteries of married bliss. I had thought such stories to be a myth, a wishful fantasy woven to soften the harsh reality of a life filled with duty and pain and culminating usually in the perils of childbirth.
Not so, it was real. Is real, here, now, with this man as my husband.
I prise my eyelids open. He is close to me, propped up again on his elbow as he gazes down at me. His face bears an amused smile, perhaps laced with a trace of indulgence. His grin widens and he leans in to kiss my mouth.
I part my lips under his, then widen them further as his tongue slides into my mouth. I suck on it, loving the taste of my body on him, my wetness. He angles his head to deepen the kiss, tilting my face back to gain better access. I tug at my bonds, wanting to wrap my arms around his shoulders, hold him to me.
He breaks the kiss with a low chuckle. “Not yet, my beautiful little bride. I am not nearly done with you yet.”
My gut twists in helpless excitement even as I prepare myself for the possibility of pain. Who knows what this wonderful, dangerous, beautiful man will do next?
He stands, waits for a few moments to look down on me, spread out on the narrow bed waiting for him. I shiver despite the warmth of the fire.
“My apologies, madam. I should not keep you waiting, at least, not tonight.”
He makes a mock bow and steps back a pace to remove his leather belt, then his linen tunic. He drops those on the floor as I gaze at his magnificent torso. I am gnawing on my lower lip, my mouth dry in this moment. Somehow Stefan knows. He crosses the room in two paces to pick up the cup of mead left on the table with the remains of our repast of lamb stew. He returns to the bed and crouches beside it.
“Drink.” The command is soft spoken, and he slips his hand beneath my shoulders to help elevate my upper body, just enough that I can take a few sips without choking.
