Story 8-chapter 3

Together, she and Victor made their way up the stairs.
As she followed him into the guest room, Adelia was taken aback by the extravagance of the space.

The canopy bed was draped with dark red curtains and the walls papered with a dark forest pattern. She almost never entered this room, and it felt like she’d been transported somewhere exotic.

‘What seemed to be troubling you?’ she asked, looking from left to right to see if there was an obvious error.
Victor silently walks a circle around her. She felt his eyes looking her up and down, and her breath increased.

‘You are,’ he said.

‘What?’ her voice was a whisper. ‘If I’ve offended you, I apologize.’

‘Ever since you stepped downstairs, my mind has been flooded with thoughts of what I want to do to you.’

Adelia felt her heart beating harder and a flush in her cheeks. ‘I didn’t realize.’ Her excited breath grew faster.

He smiled and gently placed a hand under her chin. ‘I’d like to punish you for consuming me like that. Would you allow that?’

His touch made her skin feel desperate for more. She nodded hard. He smiled. ‘Good.’ He slid his hand to the back of her neck and guided her to the edge of the bed. ‘Get on your knees, bend over and place your face on the sheets.’

Adelia eagerly obeyed, longing to know what he would do next. His hand helped escort her hand down until it was on the smooth bedding. She looked up, vulnerably at him. ‘Like this?’

‘Elbows either side of you and hands palm down.’

Adelia followed his instruction.

‘That’s right. Good girl.’ Next he began unfastening her bodice. She gasped somewhat nervously. He placed a hand on the back of her head. ‘This will only be punishment. If you want more than that, you’ll need to beg for it.’

She nodded against the sheets. A wave of surrender washed over her body. Allowing him to be in control was filling her with warm pleasure. Somehow, his firm and gentle authority made her trust his every move, and she gave in to the sensation of submitting.

He continued unfastening her clothing, with admittedly more dexterity than Adelia’s own maids. At last, he left her only in a corset and her chemise.

‘Keep your eyes down,’ he instructed.

She nodded.

‘What was that?’

‘I’ll keep my eyes down,’ she whispered.

‘You’ll keep your eyes down, what?’ He placed his hand on her back. ‘I’ll keep my eyes down, Sir?’
He patted her gently. ‘Good girl.’

Adelia felt his hand lift off her, and heard his steps cross the room slowly. She thought she heard him pick something up. Then with the click of his boots he returned. ‘Are you ready?’

‘Yes,’ she whispered, feeling a curl fall across her face.
‘Yes, what?’ He thwacked something hard beside her. Adelia thought it might be a riding crop. She felt a warmth began between her legs that she hadn’t felt before. ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Good girl,’ he said.

‘Now, count down from ten.’

She nodded and heard the swish of the riding crop being raised. It came down across her arse with a sting. A yelp escaped her lips.

‘What number was that?’ Victor’s voice was horse, as though he was starting to breath hard as well.
Adelia was panting from breath now. ‘Ten.’

‘Good girl.’ The swish sound came again, followed by a harder sting. This time Adelia managed to contain her yelp, and moaned softly instead. A new wetness was between her thighs now. ‘Nine,’ she whispered.

He struck again, and again. Adelia obediently announced the numbers, as a droplet of wetness made its way down her inner thigh. As he struck again, her body writhed, half from pleasure, and half from instinctive desire to escape.

‘Now, that won’t do.’ Victor placed a hand on her waist. ‘Do not resist.’

She heard him cross the room again, and willed herself to keep her eyes down as instructed. When he returned, Adelia felt leather being tightened around ankles, possibly a belt. It rubbed roughly against her stockings.

‘You’ll stay still, or I’ll make sure you do.’ He tightened the leather and Adelia felt a fresh flood of excitement at being more helpless to him.

‘Yes, Sir,’ she said.

‘Good girl. Now where were we?’ He brought the crop down harder now, and as the pain flooded her Adelia moaned louder. She counted down, her moans becoming louder as she did.

As the count finished, Adelia sighed. Waves of euphoria pulsed from the site of the pain.
‘Good girl,’ said Victor, he rubbed her buttocks gently where the heat of the pain was worst. ‘You took that well.’

She peered up at him. ‘Thank you, Sir.’ She could see a sheen of sweat on his tanned skin, his shirt unbuttoned partway. He’d worked hard to give her those strikes. She longed for him to undo the rest of the buttons.

He bent over top of her, pressing his body against hers and kissed her neck. Against her arse, Adelia could feel a hardness at his crotch. She gasped slightly at the sensation, and gingerly reached her hand back to touch it. Even through his trousers, the solid shaft was impressive.

‘Is that all... you?’ Adelia asked, her eyes closed to savour the sensation.

He kissed her neck again, breathing warmly against her ear. ‘All of it.’ He laughed low as if he was only toying with her, and he raised his body up. He pinched her nipple as he stood.

Adelia let out a tiny scream, and a new gush of wetness dripped from her cunt.

‘Sir, I’m afraid I’m going to dampen your sheets,’ she said, nodding downwards. ‘This has never happened before.’

He smiled and with one movement turned her over, her feet still bound by the belt. She realised that the flesh of her breasts was nearly escaping her corset.