His Dark Obsession (8 page)

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Not what I want to hear, my love.”

His punishment was swift and fierce. Bringing the crop down on her vulnerable cunny in three successive smacks. The leather tip hitting its mark over her tiny clit. The shaft catching the delicate edge of her soft nether lips.

Sarah forced her head back and screamed for all she was worth. Her fingernails dug deep into her palms as she pulled on her binds. The pain was as swift and intense as the punishment. The previously secret space between her soft thighs throbbed and ached.

Pierce watched as a pink flush spread over her cunny lips. Soon they would be a full dark pink and generously swollen from his ministrations. Looking down into her tear-streaked face, he ordered in a low growl, “Tell me what I want to hear or face an even more severe punishment.”

It was not his intention to punish her too severely. He needed to initiate her into the darker more extreme play he would soon desire from his little minx but if she pushed him further Pierce would alter his plans and unleash his true hungers on her delicate skin.

Sarah blinked away the tears and took several steadying breaths. The burning pain had dulled into a pulsing heat sending shameful tremors between her thighs and straight to her middle. “Please punish me, my lord,” she whispered. Her eyes lowered.

There was a moment of quiet and then a metallic click. Sarah looked up to see he had taken another photograph with the small black camera box.

Pierce felt a surge of elation. He had captured her moment of submission perfectly. Those stunning downcast eyes. The sheen of tears brightening her flushed cheeks. The slightly swollen cunny lips from the crop whipping.

Pierce did not know why he deserved such a lush, alluring creature practically falling in his lap but he already knew he was holding on to her.

“Say it again,” his harsh need giving his voice a threatening edge.

“Please punish me, my lord.”

“Raise your bottom up. Offer your cunny to me.”

A fresh teardrop fell, but Sarah obeyed. Lifting her hips high at his command.

Pierce could see the soft swells of her bottom cheeks. Taking the crop he boldly stroked down the crease with the wooden shaft, causing Sarah to shiver even more violently.

“You are being such a good girl. Only a few more strokes from the crop and then I’m going to kiss it and make it all better,” he soothed.

Sarah felt her heart leap from his praise. Her excitement was short lived. She watched in mixed horror and apprehension as he raised one strong arm. She knew instinctively this time he would not stop until he was finished with her punishment.

The crop met its mark over her cunny first. Followed by three more direct hits. Her nether lips were now swollen and flushed a deep pink. The throbbing sending confusing sensations rushing over her whole body. Then each soft, inner thigh received a
kiss
from the crop, leaving red welts on her pale skin.

Despite her intention to prove to him she could take the punishment like a good girl, Sarah’s resolve crumbled.

“Please,” she cried. “Stop! Stop! It hurts! It burns!
My lord
, please!” In her pain-filled daze, Sarah lowered her hips. Pierce responded with two whips each to her already aching nipples.

“Raise those hips,” he growled.

Sarah’s hips shot off the blue velvet fabric as if it too was causing her pain.

Pierce twisted his wrist and placed the crop under her now arched body. Her bottom cheeks were tightly clenched in expectation. It only seemed to make the soreness worse. Just when she thought he would not strike her bottom, he raised the crop in a brisk succession of bruising taps. He used mostly the unrelenting wooden shaft of the crop. Unlike the stinging pain of the leather tip, this caused a deeper more lasting tenderness.

Sarah was sobbing in earnest now. Too caught up in the blistering torment of his strikes to even beg for mercy.

“You may lower your hips.”

Sarah complied.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you…my lord.”

“Good girl.”

While having her body flush with the upholstery made her feel less vulnerable, it was hard won. The contact of even the soft fabric was agony against her sore bottom. Sarah bit her lip to try to control her sobs. There was another click of the shutter. Another photograph of her torment.

It took several minutes to realize he had not struck her with the riding crop in a short while. She opened her clenched eyes to see his back turned to her. He was placing the offending instrument back in its cabinet. She could see the sinews of his back as the muscles moved with each movement. His narrow hips. The sinister tattoo.

Pierce turned back to her. With each step, he undid one button on his trousers. Stopping alongside the bench, he kicked off his boots and allowed the black trousers to slide over his hips to the floor. The searing pain was momentarily forgotten with her first true glimpse of the male member.
His was nothing like the tiny biscuit looking members on the Elgin marbles!

She watched with open-mouth fascination as he gripped his shaft and slowly ran his hand up and down its length. Sarah was aghast. His hands always seemed so large and imposing to her and yet…when gripping his own member…his hands looked…well-matched! The fingertips barely touched as they grasped the thick staff. The bulbous tip frightened her most. Large, round and a pulsing reddish-purple, it looked menacing.
Thank god that was his body and had nothing to do with hers!

Approaching the bench from the end, Pierce knelt between her open thighs. Placing his hands under her, he cupped her bottom cheeks.

Sarah hissed at the contact and the reminder of her soreness.

Gingerly raising her hips, his ice blue eyes captured her own as he looked down her body from a rather shameful angle.

“Ask me to kiss your cunny,” he murmured.

Her body was so swollen and sensitive she could feel the whisper of his words against her heated skin.

Sarah licked her lips, trying to gather the courage to follow him down this dark path. Until this very moment, she never knew a man would do such a thing to a woman.

“Ask me, little one,” he ground out more forcibly.

“Kiss my…my cunny…my lord.”

The long tip of his tongue stretched out to trace the seam of her cunny lips. Using his thumbs, he opened them wide. Sarah squirmed not only from the embarrassing position but from the pinching pain from the pressure of this thumbs on her still throbbing flesh. Ignoring her shimmies and squirms, Pierce swirled his tongue around her clit…once…twice…thrice. He then pulsed the tip into her tight opening…once…twice…thrice. Returning to her clit, he continued to swirl and pulse in a slow, building rhythm. Over…and over…and over…as the pressure in her middle built.

“My…my lord. I don’t understand what is happening,” she breathed.

“Don’t fight it. Let it come,” he hummed against her inner thigh. He could feel the building pressure in his cock. He needed to sink deep inside her tight heat and soon.

Sarah felt lightheaded and mystified. Nothing in all her young years had prepared her for the onslaught of feelings, emotions and sensations all clamoring inside her. The pain. The pleasure. The shame. The excitement. The fear.

Knowing she was close, Pierce knew just how to finesse a release from his little minx. He knew what she needed whether she did or not. Pulling her tight bundle of nerves gently into his mouth, he let his teeth scrape against the sensitive nub just as he squeezed her bottom…hard.

The sharp bite of pain both from her throbbing bottom and clit sent Sarah over. She held her breath as her hips lurched upwards, twisting and straining. There was a fabulous burst of white stars behind her eyelids as a delicious warmth spread across her limbs. She fell back to the cushions. Eyes closed. Limp. Sated.

Pierce had waited long enough. Knowing her passage was more than slick he lined up the rounded head of his cock. Unable to restrain himself one moment longer, he grasped her by the slender hips and plunged in deep, feeling the warmth of her punishment heated cleft against the sensitive underside of his shaft.

She was tight. Her body clasped down on his shaft like a fist. He felt each ripple, each tremor…and too late…he felt the push and tear of her maidenhead.

“
Bloody hell!
” he roared.

He looked down at Sarah in horror. Her eyes were still closed but she no longer had the sated look of languor. Her plumb lips were pressed thin, appearing almost white. She was just shaking her head from side to side, moaning.

Leaning down on his forearms, his cock still buried deep inside her body. Pierce cupped her jaw with both hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Sarah?”

No response.

“God Damn it, Sarah. Answer me,” he ground out. The leashed sexual tension evident in his tone.

She slowly opened her eyes. They showed confusion and fear.

“I…didn’t know…I didn’t know you were going to…to…I don’t know,” she rambled.

Not for a moment did he think she had set the parson’s trap for him. The truth shone painfully through her expressive eyes. This was his doing. He had been so struck by her straightforward manner and allure. He had mistaken it for knowledge in the ways of man and woman. To be sure he knew she was innocent, but in his vain arrogance he had assumed it was because she was used to fumbling boys who had not yet learned how to handle a woman of her feisty, untamed nature…
not the innocence of a maid
!

While the stinging tear felt deep inside her belly was nothing compared to the kiss of the riding crop earlier, it felt deeper and scarier. Sarah instinctively knew the painful affect would take far longer to fade.

Reaching above her head, Pierce pulled at the bows of her binds, releasing her wrists. Sarah immediately lowered them, relishing in the twitching sensation as blood flowed back into her limbs. Leaning back, pulling his cock out of her warm heat, he grabbed her hands.

Placing them on his narrow hips, he said, “Look at me, little one.”

Sarah obeyed.

“Do not lower your eyes. I want you to stare into my own. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Keep hold of my hips. Don’t let go.”

Again, she mutely nodded.

Pierce fisted his shaft, giving it a tight squeeze to help ease the tension before placing the head once more at entrance to her tight passage. Slowly he pushed his girth into her body. Watching as it accepted his cock, even if her whimpers told him she would rather do otherwise.

“Shhh. Don’t fight me.”

“But it’s so sore,” she moaned.

“It won’t be for long. Feel my hips. Learn my movement. Prepare your body for when I enter you.”

Sarah listened as his words washed over her. Her cool fingers pressed into his strong flesh. She could feel when he shifted backwards, both through his own hips and her own body. Then he would thrust forward again. At first she would clench, preparing for pain, but as her body opened to his, the same building sensation she felt when his mouth was on her returned. Soon she felt herself pulling on his hips, wanting to feel the stretch, the strain as she was forced to accept the thick strength of his member.

“I cannot hold back much longer,” he ground out. Looking down at her, his eyes bore into her own. “I need you to be ready.”

“I am…
my lord,
” she added the last part with a small sly smile.

Pierce smiled in return. His adorably sassy American beauty was returning.

“As opened as you now are, it will still be painful,” he warned.

Sarah bit her lip in trepidation. He could feel her tense as her body cleaved onto his cock.

Pierce leaned forward, his forearms caging her in. Digging his fingers through her thick tresses, he fisted her hair, drawing her head back. The movement pressing her sore nipples against his hard chest. As she opened her mouth to protest, his fell on her lips in one angry push. Crushing his lips against her own, his own hunger on raw display.

As his mouth devoured hers, his cock plunged painfully deep. Her body rocked with each powerful thrust. Ramming into her sensitive passage, forcing his cock past her body’s natural resistance as his tongue swept in to plunder her mouth.

Sarah could taste the metallic tang of blood as her lips smashed against the sharp edge of her own teeth. Frightened she tried to close her mouth, to pull back.

He pulled down on his fistfuls of her hair, forcing her neck all the way back. Releasing her mouth, he dove along the slender column of her neck. Licking. Biting. Sucking. Tasting her skin. Taking in her scent. Feeling her pulse through his lips. All the while, his cock kept up the punishing frenetic pace. The muscles in her thighs burned as her legs were forced wide. She could feel the rough scrape of his hair-roughened skin as it rubbed along the delicate skin of her inner thigh.

There wasn’t a sense he didn’t own. There wasn’t place on her body he had not touched. He gave no quarter.

Releasing her hair, his large hand engulfed her small shoulders as he suddenly reared upwards, arching his back. His head tossed back he let out a full-throated roar as his cock found relief buried inside her.