Military Precision: part two.
By
Prerafaelite © copyright September 2001.
She returned his smile as he rose and
approached the bed with an intent and purpose written in his eyes…
Sir James was looking at her with great
admiration and desire. Slowly Vivien removed the butt plug from her ass and
pulled the vibrator free. She watched as Sir James lovingly glanced at her
nipples clamped so tightly and decided to leave them as such. Vivien watched
silently as Sir James slowly removed his clothes, his silk tie hit the floor
just as his jacket hit the chair at the side of the bed. His hands worked the
buttons free on his chambray shirt with deft skill and after releasing his cuff
links, the shirt peeled satisfyingly off his shoulders to join the jacket on
the chair.
Sir James shucked his shoes off with
each foot and reached for his leather belt. Vivien couldn’t keep her eyes off
him; he was so lovely to look at, so tall and taught of muscle, swarthy in
comparison to her, and very darkly handsome. Slowly he pulled his belt out of
the loops of his trousers. Vivien swallowed hard. She knew what he wanted. She
turned over and lay face down on the mattress with her knees underneath her
presenting her ass to him. A firm hand slid slowly across her left buttock and
was a wonderful reminder of his affection for her.
He then took her wrists in one of his
big hands and thrust them above her head. With his free hand he clipped the D
shackles on her wrist restraints to the notch and catch that was permanently
fixed to the bedpost at the head of the bed. She heard the snapping sound of
leather against leather and knew that Sir James had doubled his belt over and
was holding it securely in his hand. She heard the whoosh just before she felt
it connect with her ass. Sharply she breathed in and relished the sensations
shooting through her body. Her butt was stinging from the slap.
Again the whip connected. Again she
gasped. God she loved this man and what he could do to her. She was fully alive
when in his presence. She belonged to him and only him, no other man had the
strength of mind or will to subdue her like this, it was to him alone that she
would totally submit. There were no others worthy or able. He elicited intense
emotion and need within her. He made her feel things she had never experienced
before. It was all new and exciting and she knew she was changing. He said it
was like watching the petals of a flower unfurl in the early morning light. Dew
soaked and exquisitely beautiful, untouched by human hand and unsullied, pure
and innocent. His to nurture. His to posses. His to command.
He lifted the suede whip off the bedpost
and began stroking her skin with the tails of the whip that she loved so much.
He began gently trailing the soft leather across her back, its soothing caress
like fingers raising every hair on her body and sending delicious shivers up
her spine to explode in her mind. His hypnotic touch soothed and excited her at
the same time. She could feel his body heat close to her and craved his
consummation. Vivien knew it would not come yet.
The strands of the whip moved faster and
with a flick of his wrist, Sir James flipped them from her buttocks to between
her shoulder blades. The sting was light yet satisfyingly there. He was never
brutal with her, he would continue with measured restraint as long as she
desired, and she responded to him without reservation. He held her heart in his
hands. Such a precious gift and given gladly.
Sir James increased the pace of the
lash. Stroke after stroke struck her between the shoulders, whoosh, whoosh, and
whoosh. The metronome in her head kept time along with the whip. Deeper she
sank into her mind, her subconscious taking her to some other level of thought.
Vivien never knew how this happened with him, but it was the same every time
they were together. Sometimes it was even just a word or a look that would set
her on this course. It was somehow frightening that he could do this to her but
it was so delightful that she had no desired to stop it. In the back of her
mind however, she knew she didn’t have the power to resist.
Vivien could feel the energy within
herself building up like a positive charge. It drew up from her feet and
travelled the height of her spine. It circled back down her torso doing
cartwheels in her belly before linking up with the nerves in her pussy and
travelling back up her spinal cord to her brain. She knew that at the exact
point of orgasm, the top of her head would feel like it was going to come off,
just as if the energy had nowhere else to go and needed to ground itself from
her brain. Sir James also knew this fact and always used it to their mutual
advantage. Vivien sometimes wondered if he had knowledge of the mystical realm
such was his power. He mesmerised her.
The whip stopped. Vivien felt Sir James
move behind her. She felt him slide his hand between her thighs to sop up the
wetness spreading down her legs. He drew it upwards and outwards across her
buttocks as his thumb pressed against the opening of her ass. Vivien shivered.
She could hear herself moaning but it didn’t sound like her, it was surreal.
Sir James swollen cock slid across her soaking lips enticing another louder
moan from deep in Vivien’s throat. She could not help pushing back against him.
Vivien vaguely heard Sir James groan as
he slid himself home deep inside her. He stopped and just held himself there
for a moment. Vivien shifted and tried to get closer to him. He slapped her ass
with his open hand and she gasped. She whimpered as he pulled out of her, now
wet from base to tip with her essence.
She wanted him so badly but knew he
would take it at his pace. She felt his fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart
and the finger that dragged more moisture up from her pussy. He wet her
thoroughly with her own juices and then rested the head of his shaft against
her opening. Slowly he pushed inside her. She wasn’t sure how she could
possibly accommodate him, he was so large and hard, however, he slid in slowly
centimetre-by-centimetre until he filled her completely.
Initially it was uncomfortable but
Vivien loved it. Sir James began to rock rhythmically and Vivien matched him
stroke for stroke. Her muscles tightened around him urging him on. The
electrifying energy that had been circling around inside her body was now
boiling over. Sir James grabbed a handful of her silken hair and held on tight.
“Come for me My Lady!” said Sir James
through clenched teeth.
Vivien arched her back and shouted out
her release as the sensations ricocheted off each individual nerve ending. Sir
James groaned as he shot himself deep within her body. The shuddering staccato
of his pulsating cock drew Vivien into violent spasms of muscle contractions
against him as she collapsed panting against the mattress.
Vivien felt Sir James warm breath
against her cheek as he leaned forward against her and whispered to her.
“Are you mine?”
“Yes.”
“Are you my slave?”
“Yes.”
“May I do anything I want with you?”
“Yes.”
“May I take you anyway I want to?”
“Yes. Oh yes.”
“Do you love me?”
“Yes. Oh God yes.”
“Then it is good my pet. A fitting
moment.” Sighed Sir James as his lips brushed gently across her neck and he
released her wrists from the shackle.
Sir James rose and went to the pocket of
his jacket. He pulled out a package wrapped in scarlet tissue paper. As he
unwrapped it, Vivien slowly opened her eyes and watched him in fascination.
Inside the tissue was an exquisite necklace of garnet and pearl on a platinum
lacework base. Sir James looped it around Vivien’s throat and fastened it at
the back. It was a choker.
“This is an outward sign that you belong
to me. I want you to wear it always as a mark of respect and to remind you that
you are indeed mine. Will you do this for me my Lady?”
Tears oozed from Vivien’s eyes as she
nodded her acceptance.
Sir James smiled as he tenderly kissed
her lips, savouring their sweetness. He wiped the salty tears from her face and
tasted them on his fingers. His warm hands circled her face as he deepened the
kiss. His tongue sought entry to her mouth and she opened willingly. The
delectable flavour of him lingered on her lips as he broke away to trail his
lips down the column of her throat only to stop and kiss the centre of the
choker as it rested against her Adams apple. Vivien looped her fingers into his
hair and held him there cradled against her breast until they slept.