His Dark Obsession (10 page)

Pierce was being truthful. He was bringing her home…his home. It was pointless to hash out his erratic actions from the moment he realized Sarah had defied him by not arriving at the appointed hour. Never before had he felt such a savage need to protect, possess and yes…punish one woman. She would come to terms with the arrangement. She would have no choice. Pierce felt strongly his very sanity depended on keeping her close. He refused to recognize the emotion as love. Love was an asinine impulse reserved for the lower classes. People of his station did not love. Yet, from the first moment he spied her scandalously running about London’s West End with her glorious hair streaming down her back and that beautiful, unaffected smile, Pierce had been enthralled. Her charm and straightforward manner captivated him. Her innocent yet eager response to the pleasure achieved through pain had only spurred him on further. The very idea that she would continue to ply her trade with other men had never crossed his mind. It was untenable.

She was his now and
only his
.

Sarah could feel the change in his demeanor. It was subtle yet powerful. His anger dissolved into a hard, steely resolve. Ice cold cerulean eyes warmed into a deep, sapphire blue filled with desire and promise.

She watched as one by one he drew the thick velvet drapes over the carriage windows. The outside world shut out. Entrapping them in dimly lit silence.

“Come here,” he demanded.

Sarah shook her head no as she pulled her knees up even closer, a protective gesture.

Pierce looked at the tiny toes covered in almost sheer light green as they poked out from the pink draping she wore. From the deep swell of her breasts, he could tell she must still have a corset on but little else beyond that and her stockings. The vision both aroused and enraged him. Never again, he vowed, would she undress for a man other than him.

“I will not say it again, little one. You will be punished by my hand. It is your choice how harshly.”

Still Sarah hesitated. Her breath coming in sharp, tiny pants. Staring at his large, strong hands. The sun-warmed skin a light chestnut brown. The smattering of dark hairs and the occasional thin white line of a scar giving them an even more compellingly powerful appearance. The idea of another punishment at those hands both thrilled and frightened her. With her mostly sheltered up-bringing she had no frame of knowledge to compare these divergent feelings. Even her rather scandalous occupation did not serve to assist her. Something about this dominant, enigmatic man drew her in. It went beyond the arresting perfection of his handsome face and commanding stature. Even beyond his contagious creative energy and obvious sharp intelligence. It was something primal, elemental. As if deep down, her body and heart recognized its mate even if her mind objected. Still she hesitated.

It was a mistake to tempt the beast.

His long fingers easily enclosed both her slender ankles. Wrenching her knees down, he slipped his other arm under her tiny waist and lifted her face down over his lap.

“Unhand me! No!” screamed Sarah.

One powerful spank across the top of both bottom cheeks, instantly stilled her. The harsh feel of his hand only slightly muted by the soft fabric.

“If you truly had been properly attired,” crooned Pierce, “I would not be able to discipline you so effortlessly.”

Pierce slowly drew up the pink fabric currently tangled about her lower limbs and pulled down her lacy bloomers. Her ivory skin shone through the green silk of her stockings. Tiny toes, slender calves, the smooth expanse of slim thighs…all was exposed to his intense scrutiny. He paused when just the pert, curved underside of her bottom peeked out.

Sarah could feel the cool draft caress her heated skin. Her face burned with humiliation as she felt his appraising regard. Her body jerked when one large hand cupped her right bottom cheek and gently squeezed.

Pierce tested the weight of her cheek in his hand. She had such a generously rounded bottom. He would have to think of a reason to punish these glorious nether globes every day he thought with a seductive smile.

Sarah whimpered as he pulled the pink draping off her backside. She was now exposed from the waist down. Her bottom perched high over his strong thighs. Her long, stocking clad legs twitching and kicking to no avail.

Desperately she clutched at the soft upholstery of the seat, still defiant. “You have no right! No right!”

Every time she told him he had no rights over her…her body…it only strengthened his resolve to possess her further.

To show her he had the right…had taken the right.

Drawing deceptively soft circles with the tips of his fingers on her lower back to the swell of her bum, his voice had a rough, sensual quality. “Ask for your punishment, Sarah.”

“Never,” she shouted through her gathering tears.

The brougham rocked and swayed as it made its way through the bustling London streets. The energy of daily life pulsing about them. Blissfully unaware of the carnal display inside.

Pierce’s only response was a swift round of stinging spanks. One after another…after another…and yet another. Each one landing on her vulnerable skin with harsh precision. Flipping his wrist so it was mainly the blunt end of his deft fingers catching her flesh. The result was a stinging flash unlike the warm bruised feeling from the contact of his whole hand.

The biting, burning pain had Sarah lifting her hips with each strike only to shrink away from the next one. The movement of her hips lifting and lowering down on the engorged weight of his cock as it strained against the confines of his trousers only spurred him on.

“Ask for your punishment,” he demanded.

Sarah swiped at the tears coursing down her cheeks. With a defiant shake of her head, she stubbornly said, “No.”

Pierce smiled. He was hoping she would continue to defy him.

Using his full hand, he began to spank her in earnest. The small interior rang with the rhythmic sounds of skin connecting with skin. Her bottom jiggled and swayed with each spank. Pierce watched as her pale skin blossomed a bright cherry red from his ministrations. Raising his arm, he brought his right hand down with force on her left center cheek, followed by the right. He concentrated his efforts on the top swell center of her bottom.

“Stop! Stop! It hurts,” she cried.

The stinging pain of earlier had heightened into a penetrating heat. The relentless throbbing torturing Sarah. She reached back with her hand in a weak gesture of protection.

“Remove your hand,” he reprimanded.

“No! You have to stop!” whined Sarah.

Pierce grabbed her wrist and wrenched it upwards, anchoring it to her lower back. Losing her purchase, Sarah’s face was now pushed more deeply into the plush velvet upholstery. Her sobs muffled. The strength of his grip on her small wrist. The feel of his strong thighs beneath her middle. His hand controlling and dominating her with each contact to her vulnerable, bruised derriere. The awareness of being completely at his mercy somehow as titillating as it was agonizing.

“Stop! I’ll say it! Please!”

Feeling the warmth of her skin as he ran his hand over her punished bottom, Pierce stopped to listen. Sarah was momentarily distracted. The feel of his hand bringing both comfort and distress. The gentle caress lulling her while still causing pain as it pressed on her swollen, chastened skin.

“Please…” she stopped and licked her lips, trying to force the words. “Please punish me,” she whispered.

“Please, who?”

Sarah closed her eyes. To say it would be submission.

Pierce ran his two middle fingers between her clenched thighs. The tips rubbing her sensitive nub.

“Who, my spirited little minx.”

Against her mind’s will, Sarah lifted her hips, craving more of his touch. The pain only emphasizing the pleasurable ripples every time his fingers moved over her forbidden place.

“Please,
my lord
,” she moaned.

“Good girl,” he murmured. Feeling the anxious press of his cock, Pierce continued, “I will have to punish you later. Right now I need to be inside you.”

Dismayed, Sarah cried, “That wasn’t my punishment?”

“No, my love. That was just a spanking for failing to answer a direct command. Your punishment for defying me comes later.”

Placing a hand on her middle, Pierce forced her to sit up. While on her knees, he grabbed her hips and swiveled them till Sarah was straddling his thighs, with her back to him.

“Hold on to the leather straps,” he ordered.

Sarah looked up to see the thick leather loops sewn to the carriage’s roof. They were there to support passengers during a rough ride over country terrain or large cobblestones. Tentatively reaching up, she gripped the cold leather of one loop with her left hand. It felt hard and unresisting. The thick stitches cutting into her delicate palm. She struggled to reach the other with her right hand. They were easily over an arms span apart. Bringing it closer with her fingertips, Sarah gripped the second leather loop.

The position forced her chest awkwardly forward causing her to raise up and tighten her knees against his lap to stay steady.

Pierce pushed his fingers under the flimsy ribbon rope keeping the pink draping in place at her waist. With a harsh tug, he snapped the rope. The pink draping fell away with a soft swoosh. He was met with the delectable sight of Sarah’s softly rounded bottom pressed against this groin. Her already tiny waist, cinched even tighter by her ivory silk corset. The pale, flawless skin of her upper back and neck exposed. A few loose curls of her raven’s wing hair falling gently over her shoulders. Her stocking clad thighs forced wide open to straddle his lap.

Reaching between her thighs, his knuckles brushing the pinked skin of her bottom, Pierce unbuttoned his trousers. Wrapping his hand around the thick base, he pulled it free. The seam of her bottom cheeks framed his shaft. Placing his thumb just under the crest of the head, he shifted his hips upwards, as he pressed on his cock. The movement forced the heavy, mushroom head between her cheeks.

Sarah groaned and shifted forward, away from the teasing pressure. It only served to open her cheeks wider, allowing his cock to glide along the edge. Pierce slowly thrust, relishing in the press of her bottom cheeks on either side of his shaft. Unable to hold back any longer, he steadied her with one restraining hand on the back of her thigh, as he positioned his cock at her tight entrance with the other. Not for one moment did he think he would not find it slick with her own arousal. His beautiful little American loved her punishments whether she would admit it or not.

Forcing his cock past her feeble resistance, Pierce felt tight pressure as her body acquiesced and pulled him in. The head of his cock was inside her wet heat. Her petals closed around the top of the shaft. Reaching up, Pierce filled each hand with the soft weight of her rounded bottom.

“No! It hurts,” moaned Sarah as he squeezed her punished bottom.

Pierce watched as her pain flushed skin turned white from his strong grip. Pushing his thumbs between her bottom seam, he opened her cheeks wide. From his vantage point, he could see the delicate folds of her cunny as it kissed the head of his cock. Raising his hips, he watched as his thick shaft forced her tight passage open.

Sarah groaned as his cock slowly pushed its way deep inside her still sore cunny. Her body cramped as her tender passage was stretched and pulled by the unrelenting push of his swollen girth. He didn’t stop till he was seated to the base. Tormenting her senses. The feel of his hands on her throbbing bottom. The invasive push of his cock. The humiliation of having her cheeks spread open wide for his scrutiny and pleasure. The balmy smell of bay rum, tobacco and her own musky arousal permeating the tight air of the carriage interior.

“Hold on tight,” he groaned as he shifted his hips to pull his cock back, watching as it emerged from the tight confines of her small cunny glistening with her dew.

Unable to do anything but obey the dark command, Sarah adjusted her grasp on the leather handles, hissing as the tough material bit into her soft skin.

Pierce ran his hands over her small waist, feeling the contrast of silk and bone as he caressed her over her corset. Splaying his hands wide, he dug his fingers into the top of the corset, forcing it down. Her breasts spilled over the lace edge. Pierce took each in a punishing grip. Feeling her erect nipples brush against the center of his palm, he ran the edge of his thumb over the sensitive tips. Sarah writhed and groaned, fighting his embrace as much as she leaned in to it.

One powerful thrust and he was once again buried to the base. Sarah cried out, biting her lip against the pleasurable pain. This time Pierce did not stop. Using his punitive hold on her breasts as leverage, he hammered his hips into her own. Her body only a vessel as he was lost in the primitive sensation of her cunny clasping his cock. His thrusts became more violent, more punitive. Her body rocked forward. Her arms numb from the strain. Still he thrust.

Releasing her right breast, his hand skimmed her belly to rest in the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. Spearing his forefinger through her cleft, he circled her clit with the tip of his finger. Applying gentle pressure as he rolled and flicked the sensitive bud.