Silver Silk Ties (7 page)

 
Felton touched her
arm, and moved her hand from his prick. The loss of connection hit Ara. She
missed the silky warmth of holding him.

"Later." It was evident he noticed her
disappointment. "Come and sit here." He stood to shrug out of his
robe, and helped her to sit sideways on his lap. Once she was settled, he
pulled her head onto his chest, and then put his arm around her. His fingers
touched the underside of her breast and her nipples puckered. That simple
contact sent her arousal soaring.

"Just this once I need to ask you, Ara. What
experience have
you? We have skirted the issue." He
nuzzled the top of her head. "Do you even wish to continue with this
lifestyle?"

If she hadn't been listening carefully, Ara would have missed
the careful way he formulated his words.

Why, he is apprehensive. Does
he believe I will say no? How can I reassure him?

"My lord, I have missed not lying with a man," Ara
said frankly. "No, that is not exactly true. I could not be with any man. It
needs to be someone special. Why do you think I married you? I was sure, once
we made love, you would see I was the person for you. That we would discover
each other's depths, and grow together. I disbelieved the, 'I will not bother
you speech' you made, for I was sure I saw interest in your eyes. With stupid
conceit, I already knew if you allowed me, I could be your perfect partner. I
thought you to be of the same mind. Imagine my chagrin when you left me."

"Ah, love, I dare not stay. I wanted to bring you here,
see you in all your naked glory, take you next door, and begin a life
together."

"So why did you not?"

"Ara, I might have been told you would be submissive,
be agreeable to a life such as I enjoy, but to leap straight into finding out,
on our wedding night? No, I felt it was one step too far." He began to
tease and pinch her nipple. As it hardened under his ministrations, his cock
rubbed her arse. Ara wriggled to bring it closer towards her quim.

"Minx."
He nipped just short of pain.
"Do not, or I will be spent before we begin. I do not wish to punish you,
love, before we even decide on our boundaries."

Ara lost patience. "Then show me what you want. I have
my safe word. I will not hesitate to use it if I have need. Not that I think I
will. You are all talk, my lord. I have seen very little action. I am sat her,
on a cock so impatient for attention it is pounding my arse, and still you do
nothing. What must I say or do?" Ana had no doubt she was courting chastisement.
She twisted and took his nipple in her mouth. As her tongue swirled and laved, he
took the pearls and slipped them inside her cunt and teased her channel.
Ah, now I have a response from him
. She
wriggled to pull them further inside, and felt the sweet sting as he nipped her
nub.

"So, my lord, must I beg? Will you ever fuck me?"

Chapter Seven

Felton contemplated Ara, his fingers continued to nip and
sooth first one nipple then the other. With delicate precision, he pushed and
pulled the pearls inside her. Still he said nothing, just waiting as she
fidgeted. His control was sorely stretched as she moved on his cock. There was nothing
he would like more than to plunge it into her arse there and then, with no
preliminaries, but he held himself in check.

After what seemed an aeon, she stopped moving and bent her
head.

"If we retire into the next room, Ara, I take that as
your consent to be my submissive. To let me show you what we both need, and how
we can achieve that. In return, you have my oath, I will respect you, and your
safe word, but once in there, you will obey me. Is that understood?"

She looked up at him then, and he saw something in her eyes
that made his breath stop.
Total trust.

"Yes, sir."

It was all he could do not to let his breath out in one loud
whoosh. Until that moment, he had never entertained the thought of continuing
his role outside those rooms, but now he wondered. Would they?

"Good girl. Then go through, and stretch out on the
bed."

"The b–"

He raised an eyebrow and Ara faltered to a stop, her
expression puzzled.

"Yes, sir."
He moved his hand from her
and she stood.

Felton watched her walk, her long hair streaming down her
back to the base of her spine. He was certain she was unconscious how provocative
her steps were. Each time she placed her foot down, the cheeks of her bottom
clenched, and his cock responded, coating its length with his pre cum.
 
At the door, she paused. He knew she was
searching for the handle. In fact it opened with a lever to one side. He waited
a few seconds to allow himself to admire the view before he offered up the information.

There was no need to impart it. With a tssk of annoyance,
Ara found the lever and pressed. As she disappeared from view, Felton gave his
cock one hard hand-stretch.
Soon,
he
thought
, very soon I will use my prick to
impale her.
He judged he had given her long enough to do as he bade, and
stood to follow.

 
Once inside the other
room, he looked around, curious to try and see it through her eyes.

Not overlarge, it held few furnishings. Those it did contain
were not the sort of things one would expect to see in a bedroom occupied by a
member of the ton. Indeed not on show in any room.

On the far wall a large ornate bed was positioned. It was on
here Ara had stretched out as he commanded. From each corner long ties were
fastened, waiting to be used. Above was a set of ropes, fashioned into a swing,
more elaborate than the one downstairs. Across from the bed sat a padded bench
and rail, and a few feet away, a long cupboard had a mixture of crops paddles
and ribbons on it top. Only he knew what secrets were inside.

 
Ara's skin gleamed
with the evidence of her arousal. Her eyes were shining, her breathing rapid.
The tantalizing pulse in her throat was beating out a rapid message.
'I'm ready, take me.'
He would, and
soon.

Felton picked up a soft silk crop and walked towards her. It
was designed to stimulate rather than sting, and he knew the touch of it on her
body would arouse and frustrate her.

"Take hold of the posts, Ara. I will not tie you. I
want to see how you respond to directions. You will not speak, or come until I
say so. Are you happy with that? You must vocalize your answer then remain
silent."

"Yes, sir."

Were there ever two more glorious words?

He waited until she took hold of each post. It stretched her
arms, almost to their length, and her breasts tightened as she did so, her
nipples peaked and hard. Then with studious care, Felton rested the tip of the crop
at the entrance to her channel. He let the ties trace a delicate pattern on her
bare mound, and across her thighs. She squirmed, and her juices coated the
silk, darkening the color.

 
Felton swished and
snapped the crop so it snaked over her quim. Ara bit down on her lip. The
sensation she would be experiencing would be akin to a feather tickling, or a
set of soft wet kisses, creating a trail over her. He would be hard put to make
a mark of any kind. For all that, he had no intention of reddening her skin
with it. The idea was to raise her awareness, to arouse her to screaming point
before he moved on. Again, he snapped and flicked.

"Good girl," he praised her as he watched her
struggle not to speak. "It's so hard, isn't it? You want more, don't you?
Do you want to feel the sting, Ara, the pleasure pain of something with a
little bite to it? Shall I give it to you?" He wondered how she would respond,
given he had told her not to speak.

She nodded. He stroked her channel once more. The ribbons of
the crop were damp with her juices, and he wanted to lift them to smell her
essence, and add his juices to hers.

"Then I shall reward you. Roll onto your stomach."
Felton didn't wait to see if she obeyed. He dropped the crop into a bin—he had
many more, all made especially for him—and picked up another one. Instead of
all silk flails, this had a mixture of silk and leather. It was still not one
that would inflict great pain. Felton had long acknowledged he had no taste for
that. He preferred a long, slow, teasing arousal, and a hint of pain. This, he
knew, would deliver both. It also, produced a satisfying noise when he moved
it. In fact, he mused as he walked back to the bed, where Ara was now on her
front, the fear of what that noise could mean, was conceivably a greater stimulus
than its touch.

"On your knees, and take hold of the bed head." He
waited until she had moved and placed a high pillow between her breasts and
quim. "Is that comfortable? Flex your hand if it is, speak if not."

Her hand flexed. Satisfied, he moved her hair so her back
was uncovered, and trailed a series of nipping kisses down her spine. She
arched upwards to seek more, and he pressed her down with one hand. With the
other, he spanked her soft rear, and then slipped his fingers between her legs
to thrust one finger inside her soaked channel.

Felton looked at his cock now covered in pre-cum and standing
out proudly from its nest of dark curls.
Soon,
he promised himself.

 
Without warning, he
brought the crop down hard on her arse. The sting would be no more than that,
but the unexpectedness, he knew, would make it feel more than it was.

She moaned, and he bit back his chuckle.

"Ah, dear Ara, you were commanded not to vocalize. I'm
sure I heard a moan. Does that mean you disobeyed me?"

She was silent.
Then slowly nodded.

"And if you disobey me, what then happens? You will
vocalize this."

"I am to be punished," she said huskily, her passion
evident in the slurred words.
"As you so desire, sir."

"True, so, how do you think I should punish you? Do I redden
your arse with a paddle or my hand? Or do I demand you do not come whilst you
bring me to climax with your mouth?" Her eyes widened. Felton wondered if
that meant it was something she
enjoyed,
or something
new to her. "It may be that I’ll fill your arse and fuck you until I spill
and
my cum
runs out of you and coats your legs?
So many choices.
Or do I tie you and let you ponder on your
indiscretion? What do you think? No," he said as he correctly interpreted
the confused look in her eye, "it is no trick. You moaned when I told you
to stay silent. You will be punished. I will let you decide how." He hoped
she would choose that which she desired most. It would be an interesting
experiment. "Vocalize."

"Um.
Well if I am to be honest, I would be
most punished if I did not feel your prick in me. I long for that. Your spanks
arouse me, and although you may deny me my climax, I have to tell you, I have
learned the art of bringing myself to that state." Her eyes were now full
of laughter.

She has?
Felton knew he would demand to
watch her do just that, and soon. His body shook with his excitement. He was
ready to spill.

So, chastisement.
If he did not plunge his cock
into her, it may be punishment for her, but it would serve him in the same way.
It seemed the expression ‘hoist with your own petard’ fitted him to perfection.

To give himself time to think, he used his hand to place two
hard spanks on each perfect glob of her arse. The skin colored delicately, like
a rose in first blush if its bloom. She wriggled and sank her upper body deeper
into the mattress, raising her arse, silently asking for more.

Felton ran his finger up her crack, and around the puckered
hole. "Soon, love, I will fill you here, push my cock into your dark warmth,
and fuck you. However, it is our wedding night." He had almost forgotten
that fact, he was so intent on their activities. "Therefore, our first
time should perhaps be conventional. After that, damn conformity, we will be as
unorthodox as we choose. Maybe another few passes of the flail first? What say
you? Vocalize."

"Yes please, sir."

H
e caressed her cheeks, outlining the glow
and wanting to increase it. Not this night, but soon. Once they discovered more
about each other. He brought the crop down across the middle of her bottom, and
she jumped and sighed. He decided to ignore that. In truth, he preferred to
hear her reactions to his attention. That was a first in his life. Never before
had he been bothered, preferring a silent companion.

Twice more he teased her before running the handle between
her legs to tantalize her there. It was enough, he had to have her.

"Roll over, and re-grip the same place," he
ordered, and moved back to let her accomplish it.

She did with an alacrity that both pleased and amused him.

Felton threw the crop to the floor. He would not need it
anytime soon. This would be hands on and cock in.