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Sunday, April 27, 2003 6:14:00 PM
by Maria Osborne Perry
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"Come, Odette," he said, standing up.
She followed him through the grounds, passing the family sitting on the bank and children laughing and running through the copse. Further along they came to a grove, and Cu'lugh proceeded down a narrow pathway here. The voices of the children faded as they broached deeper into the shade. The songs of wild birds rang through the canopies and the babble of the winding brook echoed nearby. When the sparkling water came into view again Cu'lugh stopped and lowered the pouch to the moss-carpeted bank.
The brook was wider and deeper here and farther upstream a pair of swans glided side-by-side over the surface of the water. Their long, graceful necks inclined one upon the other, and they seemed as oblivious to the rest of the world as the family back in the park.
"Swans mate for life," Cu'lugh whispered. Odette, turned to watch the birds, felt his hands drift up her shoulders. He pulled her back into his muscular embrace so that her naked buttocks pressed against his loins.
"Tilt your head back, Odette," he commanded, and as she did his mouth draped over her face. His bottom lip crushed her upper one, and the electric sensation it brought coursed through Odette's mouth and face. Her knees weakened but he held her up. Slowly, his mouth drifted toward her throat and lingered over the spot he'd awakened before. A paralyzing pleasure swept over Odette, and her helplessness drew a delighted growl from him that sent a wave of chills over her scorched flesh.
Several long heated moments later he pressed her gently to her knees onto the grass. She watched through heavy lids as he stripped off his boots and then his clothing and threw the items aside. His great shaft was erect and in the bright outdoor illumination she saw how truly endowed he was. He lay down on the bank, looking like a god to her. Taking her wrists Cu'lugh drew her to him so that the crest of her pubis pressed against his manhood.
"Kiss me," he whispered, pulling her forward. His mouth engulfed her with virile sweetness and her nethermouth grew ravenous and wet. In his massaging hands her breasts flamed and her nipples hardened into two cones. His hands roved down her back and he gathered her buttocks into his palms. He plumped and pressed them, gently then roughly, and gingerly he parted them and plunged a finger into the little mouth of her anus. Odette stiffened as he probed her rectum with gentle strokes that to her surprise caused her clitoris to billow hotly under its hood.
He touched her vagina and by his triumphant smile Odette knew she was drenched. With a little laugh he extended her arms out from her body and suckled her swaying breasts so that they flared. She wriggled shamelessly, her clitoris pounding against his dauntless manhood and when she looked down his face was sublime with fearsome authority.
"Oh, my Lord and Master," she cooed.
He released her arms then and grasping her hips firmly raised her up so that she hovered above his scarlet member.
It shall run me through, she thought in terror.
The next instant he brought her down, impaling her and gorging her utterly. She whimpered, but Lord Cu'lugh seemed oblivious to her fear she would be wounded.
He captured her wrists at her back. "You are fine, Odette. A perfect fit, see? Now you shall ride me."
She obeyed reluctantly and it was as if a stave of living steel had been inserted into her. His organ rubbed and teased some drowsy core deep inside her. As she rode this core awakened and she felt a frantic need ignite. Mystified by this overpowering feeling she slowed a bit and looked at him with confusion.
"Faster, young lady," he reprimanded and when she pouted he spanked her briskly. Horrified, she rode faster, her knees now bouncing on the ground at his sides. She remembered Mistress Helrose's lessons on focusing her attention on the man's pleasure. She constricted her nether muscles and forced away all thought but that of gratifying him. In her effort her own sensations were pushed with merciless clarity to a new height. Odette moaned and her wet orifice rose and dove over his manhood eagerly. Her entire body was rampant with needy desire, as if it had been transformed into a well of raw sensation.
The stern glint in her master's eyes impelled Odette's pace. Suddenly her clitoris spasmed, and as her eyes fell shut the whole of her orifice flooded with heavenly convulsions.
Lord Cu'lugh pulled her down and covered her mouth with a savage kiss. His pelvis rocked furiously so that his cock crushed her still-throbbing core. Holding her against him as his seed exploded inside her, he moaned softly at her ear.
Odette knew a contentment no conscious thought could define. She lavished his dear face with gentle kisses.
"You are mine," he whispered. He embraced her to him firmly and his even voice was thick with passion. "I would rather die than let another possess you!"
Odette kissed the firm throat at her lips and as he rolled over she cupped his face in her palms and kissed his mouth again and pulled his face to her breasts. He lay there contentedly, and she felt his breathing against her skin. They lay a long while, with only the songs of the birds and the lapping of the brook intruding on their silence.
When at length Lord Cu'lugh moved and raised her up, there was a gleam in his eyes that quickened Odette's heart.
"Come with me."
She followed him a little ways down the bank of the brook, and there he took her by the hand and escorted her into the cool water. She watched as he squatted and splashed himself clean, even his head and face. She smiled, amused, to see the water drip in long currents through the hair on his chest, belly and thighs and that dark nest about his manhood. His balls shrank considerably and his flaccid manhood sparkled pink.
"You wash while I fetch something," he said and stepped out onto the bank again. While she cleaned herself he trotted over to the spot where they had made love. She was lying on her back and letting the water ripple through her hair when he came back. When she was done he extended his hand. She took it and stepped out, and he held out the blue cloth from the basket to drape over her.
Her skin quickly covered over with faint goose bumps as he patted her skin dry and, worrying if he were not chilly, she asked, "My Lord--"
"Do not speak," he said, and though this surprised Odette she did not attempt to question him.
He lifted the pouch from the moss and opened it.
"Stand perfectly still, Odette."
He went to one knee beside her and took something from the pouch. It was a belt of slender braided bronze looped with suede garters--leather circlets held together by a thick iron chain--very much like the one Lord Eryan had put on her.
"Lift your feet," he said and guided her legs through the belt and into the garters. He locked the belt snugly in place at the small of her back. The tiny key he returned to the pouch. Odette moved her legs a little, finding the iron chain quite a bit tauter than the one she was used to. She bit her bottom lip nervously and saw Lord Cu'lugh draw forth what looked like some kind of delicate bronze breastplate. The two suede ribbons of it he tied over her shoulders and her breasts he placed into the bronze shell cups. They cinched and uplifted her breasts just as the bodice of her old chemise, but the cups had been designed so that her nipples jutted over the scalloped rims.
For her nipples he had brought clamps with silver bells. These tormented her greatly and she whimpered at the bite of them, but the disproving look he gave silenced her at once. A wide leather collar with a brass chain loop he locked upon her throat.
The adornments were designed to heighten and reinforce the sense of servility in the wearer. Odette knew that in time she would get used to the irritation of the clamps, and in her heart she was flattered that he wished to showcase her so provocatively.
I should be grateful there is no phallus, she reproached herself. She saw Lord Cu'lugh take from the pouch something that looked like a long hairpin with a pearl on the bend. Although she had no idea what it was her heart pounded with a new fear.
"Spread your legs, sweet."
As soon as she'd complied he parted her nether lips with his left hand. With his right Lord Cu'lugh tweaked her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. Odette gasped and tried to keep her legs still. Gently he insured the hood was drawn down and slid the clip over the length of the tiny organ. It aroused under the metal, an arousal only intensified by its confinement.
This controlled arousal seemed almost brutal to Odette and she whimpered crossly for the first time.
He looked up at her firmly. "It will only pinch mildly, and after a time you will grow accustomed to it. And you shan't think to remove it, lest you wish to arouse my greatest disapproval."
Odette knew she shouldn't speak but her indignation took over. "But why, my Lord?"
"The lady who makes these promised that it will keep your passion incited. And that is how I want you always--with no relief but at my discretion."
She pouted darkly and stomped her foot. At once he threw her forward over his bent thigh and spanked her smartly several times. Her sex heated as much as her buttocks, but it was her face that pained most. As he set her back upright he shook a finger in her face.
"That is but a warning, young lady. I am not afraid to punish you as ardently as love you."
The words made Odette's breast swell. Her eyes lowered and she saw the pearl gleaming within the damp thatch between her legs.
Lord Cu'lugh drew from the pouch a pair of suede boots dyed a deep lilac shade and a pair of long silken gloves of the same color. The gloves extended over Odette's elbows and encased her hands and arms perfectly. She was obliged to sit to draw the boots on and lace them up. As she stood she was surprised how well they fit.
Lord Cu'lugh's smiling eyes pored over her. "Do the boots fit?"
"Perfectly, my Lord."
Odette stretched her arms to admire the soft feel of the gloves. Timidly, she looked down at the lovely boots. Sublime display of his ownership this was, to sleeve and subdue her limbs and tantalize her nipples and clitoris in tormenting, pretty devices.
"How do you feel now?"
Odette's voice trembled. "At your mercy, my Lord."
"Perfect," he said and she lowered her head instinctively as he rose.
"This is how I want you," he said and tilted her chin up so that she had to meet his eyes. The fierce, dark flame of his gaze sent a flare of desire through her thighs. But as she watched him dress she sensed that it would be long before he allowed her full relief of her passion. She did not mind; in fact, she welcomed this, and in gratitude of his loving mastery she went to her knees and kissed his boots again.
With a tender laugh he pulled her up and drew her into an embrace. His arms were constraining and resolute brassards; his kiss the firebrand that soldered the last trailing threads of self-doubt. He ordered her to walk before him out of the grounds, smacking her bottom every few steps. She wept as she made her way, not for the sting his firm hand delivered but for the ache to be in his arms again.
On the way home she could not contain herself any longer. She turned on the walkway and threw her arms about his neck. He laughed sweetly, showering her with a dozen impassioned kisses. Upon releasing her he smacked her bottom again and took her hand and led the way up the street at a leisurely pace to accommodate the iron chain between her legs. Odette was proud to walk at his side, intoxicated with a happiness that made her forget all else but him.
Excerpt from Ravished Wings
Copyright 2002 Maria Osborne Perry