We reached the second floor, where it was much quieter than the first. As we walked down a hallway, towards a destination Mr. Markham seemed familiar with, unmistakable sounds came from the different doorways, and I knew beyond a doubt that these rooms were made for guests to play in. Julian confirmed this when he set me down to open a door at the very end of the hall, quite isolated from everything else.
Inside, the room was filled with things both familiar—a bed, a chaise, pillows and thick rug—and unfamiliar. Restraints mounted from the walls, floggers that looked like they were made for horses, flat wooden paddles.
“What is all this?” I asked, even though I had a good idea.
“The Baron has unconventional tastes,” Julian said, locking the door behind us. “And he also likes to accommodate any potential whims of his guests. Look at me, Ivy.”
I turned, not sure what to expect. Mr. Markham stepped forward, his eyes pinned on mine. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready.”
“Really? And are you scared?”
I thought about that thick erection hidden in his trousers. I thought about the selfish, possessive look on his face and all the times he’d pushed my body past the point of endurance.
I nodded. Yes. Yes, I was scared…and inflamed and so wet that I could feel it on my thighs.
He stepped forward again and his hands circled my neck, his thumbs meeting in the small crescent of my clavicle.
“You’re not scared enough.”
I wanted to eat her, like a wolf in a fairy tale. I wanted to crush her to my chest until she was part of me, her atoms commingling with my atoms. I wanted to bend her, break her and then watch her beg for more.
Maybe she was right. Maybe we were sick. But if that was the case, I never wanted to get better. I never wanted to be cured of her, her smell, her taste, the way the light caught in her silky hair. The way the soft flesh of her throat just gave and gave under my fingers. How could someone so strong, so fierce, be housed in a shell that was so frail?
“I could snap your neck right now,” I murmured. “I could squeeze here—” I increased the strength of my grip just barely, only enough to impede her breathing the smallest bit, fascinated with how my fingers felt against the delicate inner workings of her throat—muscles, tendons, veins.
She gasped, her eyes flashing an amber brown, widening in fear. But she didn’t step away, she didn’t reach up to fight me, she didn’t say bluebell. No, instead she relaxed into my grip, her eyes fluttering closed, her head lolling back as if she was offering even more of her throat to me.
I wanted this when I fucked her, I decided. I wanted that ultimate fear, that ultimate surrender in her eyes and face when she came. I wanted it on her face when I came too, when I finally filled her.
That single image, that single concept of my hands on her throat while I came, it was enough to block my ability to think, to plan. I dropped my hands and she inhaled deeply, opening her eyes.
I took off my coat, letting my eyes rake over every inch of her naked body as I did. Now that we were completely alone, I had time to drink her in fully. Her full breasts, still tipped with hardened nipples. Her narrow waist that flared into athletic but still womanly hips. Those long lean thighs that I loved to feel around my neck…
I took off my shirt. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
She obeyed, but not before I saw the resistance flare in her eyes. God, how I loved that resistance. If I didn’t leave this room covered in scratches and bitemarks, I’d be devastated. I wanted to know exactly what she was thinking, exactly what she was feeling at every moment, even if it was violent.
I walked around her, examining her like a purchaser might examine a piece of art he was interested in. Her hair was coming unbound, several curls brushing the floor. The line of her back was almost perfectly flat—Ivy was quite flexible. A shame that I hadn’t exploited that properly before, but I assured myself I would plenty in the future, now that we had a future together. The happiness I felt at that thought made me pause to collect myself. She wanted this punishment and I needed to give it, and while I would give in to my joy as soon as we were finished here, give in to my urge to shower her with kisses and words of love, I needed to remain focused. I completed my circle, back behind her again, squatting so that I could chafe her taut calves while I examined her sex. It was visibly swollen now, and I slid a finger inside to test exactly how much.
Perfect.
I stood, looking down now, watching the rosebud entrance of her ass. Without warning, I slid the same finger inside there, making her tense. “Relax,” I ordered. It took a minute, but I finally felt her muscles lose some of their tension. I rewarded her by grinding my covered erection against her pussy while I worked that finger.
“You know, wildcat, it wasn’t in my plan for tonight, but I’m going to take your ass too. After I come in your pussy. You make me come so good with your ass. I think about it constantly.”
She let out a little noise—a mewl—of pure desire. “Oh kitten,” I whispered. “You’re going to have to stop making noises like that or I am going to have to punish you even more.” With her bent over gripping her ankles, my finger in her ass and my dick pressed against her, if she so much as squeaked again, I was going to come without even touching her with my cock.
Mastering myself, I stepped back and delivered a firm slap to the right side of her ass, loving the way she twitched but didn’t let go of her ankles. I knew some people enjoyed paddles and whips and straps, but to me, the pleasure was in feeling her skin against mine, in personally smacking the ass that so brazenly tempted me, even when it was hidden under skirts and petticoats.
I spanked her again and again, watching her ass glow and her muscles strain as she struggled not to lose balance. Strike after strike rippled through her flesh, and it wasn’t long before I could see how she’d gotten even wetter, her pussy glistening with desire. I needed my cock there. I was beginning to lose track of everything else.
“Stand up, wildcat,” I said finally, slightly out of breath.
She did and she didn’t wait for any other instructions, but grabbed my arms and pulled me close. “Fuck me, Julian,” she begged. “Please. I can’t take it any more.”
“Oh you can’t?” My voice was close to a snarl now; I was at the edge of my control.
