Story 8-chapter 5

Adelia woke up with Anna shaking her naked shoulder.
‘Miss? Are you alright?’ she asked, her freckled face filled with concern.

Adelia sat up disoriented. Then looked down at her exposed breasts. Suddenly she remembered everything about the evening before.

The exquisite punishment, the pleasure of Victor’s hands, the thwarted desire as she’d been left alone.

Finally, the euphoric climax she’d achieved standing in front of the mirror. When she peered over at the floor, she could still see a glimmer of the liquid that her body had spurted.

Anna still looked worried. ‘Did you have a fever in the night, Miss?’ Adelia shook her head hard. ‘No, nothing like that.’

Anna gently placed a hand on Adelia’s hip. ‘Miss there are marks on you.’

Adelia, arched her back and looked at the deepened red of the riding crop lines. Some had started to bruise. She smiled. ‘Never mind that. It’s nothing bad.’

Anna nodded slowly as if unconvinced. ‘Shall I help you dress?’

As Anna helped Adelia into a pale lilac dress, Adelia couldn’t help thinking that she would soon see Victor at breakfast. When she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror a warm glow was on her cheek, as if part of last night’s pleasure was still with her.

‘I’m dressed enough I think,’ said Adelia. ‘I’ll go for breakfast now. For some reason, I’m very thirsty this morning.’

At the table, Victor was already there. She smiled at him and glided to her place. His eyes magnetically stayed upon her. He looked tired, but still as handsome as the day before.

‘Your father did not come home,’ said Victor. ‘The steward said it may take a day or two to see to the situation. Something about the factories up north.’

Adelia nodded. Her father’s absences were nothing new to her. ‘I trust you slept well?’ She eagerly sipped her first cup of tea.

Victor’s voice was a whisper. ‘You know that I did not.’

Adelia placed her cup down. ‘Oh what a shame. Is there anything I can do to help with that?’
Victor leaned forward and lowered his voice even more. ‘Do you mean to torment me? I heard you last night.’

Adelia smiled. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’

Victor shook his head. ‘A virgin who enjoys pleasure that much? You are rare.’ He sighed. ‘The paintings on the walls are beautiful. I heard from your father you are the artist.’

Adelia nodded. ‘I am. Though, it’s made clear to me often enough that its only a pastime.’

Victor looked deep into her eyes. ‘I wouldn’t resign yourself so easily.’

Adelia swallowed a bite of egg. ‘I am certain of what I want you know.

‘And what is that?’

Adelia tried to meet his striking gaze. ‘I want you to have me. Punish me, and take me. All of me.’
He shook his head. ‘I won’t do that.’

‘Why not?’ Adelia bit hungrily into some toast.

‘Do you think I enjoy wanting you this much?’

Adelia swallowed. ‘I don’t know.’

‘I would be condemnable for taking you.’

Adelia shook her head. ‘I want you to. I beg you to.’ She smiled, remembering what he’d said the night before.

Something switched in Victor, and he pushed back his chair. He came to her side of the table and grabbed her wrists. He pulled them behind her back, forcing her back to arch. ‘Give the servants the day off.’

‘What?’ asked Adelia breathlessly.

‘We’ll need the house empty for what I have planned.’
‘I do not have the authority.’

Victor forced her hands back with a deliciously firm grip. ‘You are the lady of this house. They will do as you say.’
Adelia nodded.

He whispered into her ear. ‘And then you’ll do as I say.’ She nodded again. ‘Yes, Sir.’

To Adelia’s surprise, the servants did not question her command that they take the day off. She’d never thought to take authority in such a manner, but then they were likely also pleased to be granted leisure time.

Adelia searched for Victor once the house was empty. Her heart was racing and she did not know what to expect, only that she couldn’t wait to have his hands on her again.

When Adelia could not find him in the bedroom, she returned downstairs. Finally, she found him in the drawing room, his back to her. At his feet were an array of objects: rope, the riding crop, belts and a silk scarf.
Without turning around he said. ‘Take off your dress.’

Adelia struggled to do as she was told her hands shaking with anticipating. Though the pleasure she’d been satisfied by the pleasure she gave herself, she longed for something more.

Once she was in just her chemise and corset, Adelia dared to speak. ‘I’ve removed my dress, Sir.’ Her voice caught a little. She hoped they would pick up where they’d left off.

He turned around, and looking at his face nearly took Adelia’s breath away. Taking slow steps, he approached her, and looked her up and down.
He slid a finger up her corset. ‘I said get undressed.’ Adelia’s voice quivered. ‘I did, I—’

‘Bend over.’ Victor shoved her downwards onto the armrest of the sofa. Adelia yelped, his hand firm on the back her neck. ‘I want you completely naked in front of me.’ He began to roughly unlace her corset.

‘I’m sorry, Sir,’ she said, her cunt already pulsing with desperation..

‘You’re going to be. Always giving me reasons to punish you, aren’t you?’ He pulled the lacing from her corset with a zinging sound. The corset fell to the floor.
‘Bend over farther,’ he said.

Adelia bent until her crotch was pressed against the armrest. ‘Like this, Sir.’

‘That’s better.’ He lifted up her chemise, exposing the bare skin of her arse. ‘You’re well marked from last night.’ His voice was hoarse, like the very sight of the red lines and bruises aroused him. ‘That means this will hurt more.’

Adelia nodded obediently.

Then she felt the sting of his hand come down on her arse, awakening the skin of last night’s injuries. Because he’d made her bend over so far, she realised his slap had also landed across her exposed cunt. She moaned at the pain and pleasure.

‘Please again.’ Her voice was a squeal.

Without warning his hand struck once more. This time, Adelia felt the hot wetness of her womanhood immediately. The friction of the armrest against her cunt made the stimulation twice as exquisite.

‘Again, please, Sir.’

He obliged, and this time Adelia felt the tension beginning that had led to the explosion of pleasure last night. His hand fell eight more times, and by the end Adelia was begging.

‘Please, I want you inside me, Sir.’

Victor grabbed her by the back of her neck, and pulled her up, and faced her towards him. Slowly, he lifted the chemise over her head so she was entirely stripped.

Adelia cast her eyes down, feeling at his mercy. He stood, almost amused in his suit while every inch of her was on show.

‘Hold out your hands,’ he said.

‘Yes, Sir.’ She held her pale wrists out towards him.
Methodically, Victor picked up the lacing from the corset and began binding her wrists together. ‘Tell me what you want again.’

‘You inside me.’ Adelia thought about what she had felt through his trousers last night. All she wanted was to know that sensation within her.

‘If you want that, you’ll have to earn it.’ He finished tying her wrists and forearms together. Forcefully, Victor pressed her bound hands against his crotch. Adelia could feel, somehow harder than before, his cock. A little moan escaped her.

‘I’ll do as you say,’ she said.

‘Get on your knees.’ He began unbuckling his belt.
Adelia eagerly lowered herself to her knees, stumbling a little without her arms to balance her. ‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Now, open your mouth and look up at me.’

Adelia parted her full lips and brough her gaze up towards Victor. As he finished opening his trousers, his cock emerged. Against, her orders Adelia lowered her eyes to look at it.

Already as solid as a fifth limb it was larger than the member of any statue or painting she’d seen. She wondered how it could all fit within her, but knew all she wanted was to try.

‘Eyes up,’ said Victor. ‘Mouth open.’

Adelia corrected herself, opening her mouth wide. As she stared up, Victor spat down into her mouth. A little squeak of surprise came from Adelia’s throat. As his spit hit her tongue, her cunt somehow became even wetter.

‘Don’t make me remind you again.’

With that, Victor placed the head of his cock on her tongue and began sliding it gently up and down. This time, he moaned. ‘Good girl,’ he whispered. Then, he started dipping the head all the way into her mouth, creating a smacking sound. Once when it was out, Adelia nearly closed her mouth.

A firm slap across her cheek followed. ‘Keep your mouth open.’

She nodded, and he continued to pleasure himself with her tongue and lips. ‘I’m going to put it deeper now, understand?’

Mouth open, and eyes fixed on his face, Adelia nodded. Gently, Victor began sliding his cock deep into her throat. Adelia’s eyes watered at the giant member filling her entire mouth, but she eagerly desired to do as commanded.