by Chloe Carpenter
Maddy lay in the big bed, languishing somewhere between sleeping and waking; it should have been relaxing, but it wasn't. She felt a little on edge, a touch unsettled. The steady, deep breaths from the man by her side assured her he was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Acting on a sudden impulse, she threw back the light bed covers and stepped out of bed, her bare feet padding silently on the carpeted floor. Naked, she moved towards the window. The curtains were half open and moonlight filtered in to the bedroom, making delicate moving patterns on the walls as it seeped through the gently swaying branches of the ancient Chestnut tree in the garden. Moonlight and shadows and the deep silence of the night felt comforting. She stood at the window, looking up at the stars, then cast her eyes down to peer through a myriad of dancing shadows pulsing through fern and grass, root and leaf.
"Maddy. Come back to bed."
Turning, she gave him a half smile. "Coming." But she remained there, captivated by the balmy night, the blanket of midnight blue laced with the hue of a hundred shades of dark grey shot through with star shine and moonbeams. It was magical.
"Maddy. I won't tell you again," he said in a tone she was very familiar with. Even now, it gave her a thrill.
"Sorry," she murmured, climbing back into bed and snuggling against him. "It's just... I'm approaching that time of the month... you know."
"I know."
Yes, of course he did. He knew everything about her: her moods, her cycle, her reactions, her unspoken fears and innermost feelings. He was the one and only person who knew her better than she knew herself.
"And I know what you need. To settle you down." A shard of moonlight illuminated his wolfish smile.
Something inside her tummy did a back flip. "Uh huh," she said, excitement already prickling not only deep in her belly, but on her arms, raising tiny little goosebumps. She shivered, but not because she was cold.
"I want you on your hands and knees. Bottom high. Good girl - stick that bottom right out for Daddy.
She obeyed, eager to please him, and hungry for what was to come. Her knees firmly positioned about eighteen-inches apart, she dipped her back and thrust out her ass invitingly, lewdly displaying herself. Seconds passed slowly. Too slowly. He was toying with her, making her wait. High on anticipation, she inhaled and held her breath, expecting the first smack to land. When it failed to materialise she exhaled in a rush, only to yelp as with a loud crack his hard hand landed across her lower cheeks.
He chuckled and slapped her again: first one cheek, then the other, then both together; high then low, then lower still almost at the juncture of her thighs. As he worked her ass, her pussy began to swell, the slick lips engorged. The spanks came harder, peppering the entire surface of her bottom, now a mottled pink and cream.
"Aaaoww," she whimpered as the onslaught continued; but she loved it, embraced it, wanted more.
"And what is this?" he asked as he dipped the index finger of his left hand into her steaming sex. Her response was an incoherent mewl as she bucked her hips, eager to feel more of his probing finger, followed by a wail of protest when he withdrew it completely. He chuckled. "Greedy, impatient little girl. However, I'll let you choose what implement you'd like next - crop or cane?"
"Crop... please," she whispered. She held her position as the mattress dipped when he shifted his weight to reach under the bed, pulling out his toy box. He extracted the riding crop, and without preamble, lashed it down sharply across the centre of her bottom.
There was a whooshing noise of supple leather cutting a path through the air, and then a loud crack sounded.
"Aaaahhh," Maddy gasped, screwing her eyes tight shut as she savoured the streak of burning pain.
A second lash followed, slashing into the soft flesh of her left cheek. Outside, the moon rolled high in the sky, bathing the bedroom in a silver glow as it peeked in to observe the deep pink bloom of the two matching slender stripes on Maddy's bottom.
Maddy cried out and shook her haunches, even as the crop swung again, aimed at her quivering sit spots. It created such a scalding heat that she squealed loudly, clenching and shaking her bottom. Lash after punishing lash descended, creating a delicate fretwork of thin, red streaks across the expanse of her luscious, jiggling cheeks... cheeks which flattened beneath each impact then immediately bounced back ready for more.
"Yes," she cried, hoarsely, savouring the sensation even though her eyes prickled with unshed tears. Pain billowed and blossomed. She embraced it. "More... "
He gave her more, picking up the tempo, each strike a little more forceful than the preceding one. Empowered by her shrieks and squeals of intermingled pain and lustful pleasure, he lashed her swaying buttocks into a shuddering frenzy, delighting in the movement of her hips and the rippling of her skin. Her lower buttocks were full and round, beautifully decorated and quivering beneath the lash for his pleasure. And hers. She was gyrating lewdly, lost in sensation. Slowly, he pulled her back to reality with soothing words and the caress of his fingertips over her swollen flesh.
Maddy sighed and tumbled onto her side, her eyes closed as the throbbing, burning pain filled her. She desperately wanted to rub her scalded nates but didn't. She knew better. The 'no rubbing' rule of his was one of the first she had learned to obey, and she had learned the hard way, through disobedience. Panting, she smiled. She'd come a long way since those early days of their relationship.
When she opened her eyes, he was kneeling next to her, his tumescent cock pointing at her, and it was just the right height for her to... She looked at him expectantly, eagerly. A smile played upon his lips as he nodded. She opened her mouth to receive him, and he fed it to her, nice and slow, inch by precious inch, rubbing the lubricated head against the inside of her cheeks, sliding it over her moist lips and willing tongue.
"Mmmm," he murmured. "That's my good girl." Reaching out, he grasped her long hair and twisting it, wound it around his right hand, using it as a bridle to control the movement of her head. "That's it, suck Daddy' cock."
Her eyes on his, she took him deeper into her throat, as deep as she dare go without gagging, disregarding the strands of saliva that silver-laced her chin and splattered onto her pert breasts. His pleasure was evident by his groans and the quickening pulsing of his hips. She thrilled at his delight, and was enjoying the act of pleasuring him this way; he had trained her so capably that she understood exactly what was required, going through the stages of each tiny intimacy, serving him as he deserved to the best of her ability. His pulsing cock filled her mouth, pushing insistently at the back of her throat so she could barely breathe, but it didn't matter, she knew how to pace herself in a way that pleased him; her pussy clenched as she used her tongue to tickle and tease the underside of his shaft, and she loved the way he grabbed her hair, masterfully directing her movements, forcing her head back at intervals so he could look deep into her eyes and scrutinise the expression on her face. He smiled that special smile of his and she was lost, melting beneath the dazzling blue of his gaze, wanting... aching for his cock in her pussy. She was so wet, so needy, and the sting and throb in her backside merely added to her lust. But when he pulled out of her mouth she mewled a protest, feeling instantly deprived.
He chuckled throatily. "My eager little Kitten. Is this what you want?" He held his erect cock, glistening with her saliva. "Here?" He reached for her pussy and slid two fingers deep inside, making her arch her back as she tightened her muscles, gripping the invading digits, loving the feel of his wriggling fingers expertly stroking her inner walls.
"Please... please," she panted, unable to wait much longer. She tightened as much as she could given that he was now driving her to distraction.
A moment later she was on her back, knees raised, splayed wide, as with one fluid motion he slid the length of his steel cock up inside her. A perfect aim, a perfect fit, a perfect probing deep into the aching depths of her steaming sex.
"Oh yes! Yes," she cried, her hips already rocking. It still amazed her that she could accommodate his cock; it was so thick and meaty and hard... she mewled with every thrust, her hands reaching for his shoulders, fingernails raking his flesh, pulling him closer, dizzy with lust and her need of him.
She looked up at the broad expanse of his chest as he hovered above her; his bright blue eyes dimmed in the moonlight, glittering with an almost ethereal quality. His breath warmed her breasts as he inclined his head, his mouth latching onto her right nipple on which he nibbled and sucked and teased, then lashed the swollen, elongated tip with his tongue. She cried out, almost sobbing with her need of him. He understood her so well. He always gave her what she needed, and with a low, feral growl, he claimed her, impaled her, his hips effortlessly shunting her further up the bed as he thrust fiercely and pumped faster, harder, deeper.
Clinging on, she whimpered and met each and every thrust with her own as they rocked in perfect accord, the heady moist smell of sex filling the room, lustful whispers burning the air. He drove in deep, relentlessly, and quickened, his low growl intensifying to a full throated bellow as he released, shuddering, when he climaxed.
"Come for me," he groaned, even as the aftermath of his own release blossomed into a myriad of oscillating aftershocks. His cock twitched and pulsed like a thing with a life of its own.
She was waiting for those words, and so buoyed was she by hovering in a heady haze on the edge of the abyss, that with a scream she hurtled over the edge in an instant, her juices mingling with his, lacing her thighs and pooling onto the sheet beneath them. She rocked in ecstatic bliss, her belly burning with desire, her ass burning with the blast of the crop. The orgasm took her in a glorious rush, lifting her and toppling her in a massive explosion of star spangled sensation.
Time stilled. There was just the beating of her heart and his as he pressed against her chest. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
"There," he said, with a grin, "that will have settled you down."
"It sure has." She giggled, wrapping her legs around his hips, sighing contentedly.
They lay in that position for a few more minutes, then he kissed her softly on the lips. "Sleep now, princess." He pulled out of her, flipped her on her side and spooned up against the curve of her back; his arm across her hip, he reached for her hand. She held it fast and closed her eyes, anchored, relaxed and happy, thoroughly sated, and completely his.
His breathing changed. He was quickly asleep, but she lingered awake. Though her body was relaxed, her mind raced.
How far I've come, she mused. How much I've learnt about my own needs. I now know who I am and what I am... and it's all down to him.
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