Impossible Desires (novella) Page 4

  Gareth almost came right there.

  She led him outside into the afternoon sunlight and they walked in silence over to the old groundskeeper’s cottage.

  When they unlocked the front door, Gareth held it open for her to pass through.

  Taking a deep breath he followed her in and shut the door.

  The room was the most plush, decadent, brazenly sensual bedroom he had ever seen. Thick red carpet lay underfoot, several mirrors were scattered around the room, and a huge four-poster bed sat in the center.

  “Remove all of your clothes, go to the foot of the bed and wait for me.”

  Eleanor walked out to an adjoining room, leaving him alone.

  Gareth stripped off everything he wore in record time. He wished he had time to bathe, but he supposed Eleanor knew that he had just been riding.

  He moved to the end of the bed and watched as she walked back into the room. She wore nothing but a long white silk chemise. Gareth could see the heavy swell of her breasts beneath the material and the dark pink nipples that hardened as she walked towards him.

  Gareth’s own member couldn’t get any stiffer and it bobbed in greeting.

  Eleanor pointed. “Turn around and face the bedhead.”

  He turned.

  “Hold your arms out to the side.”

  Again, Gareth did as commanded.

  Eleanor took his left hand and tied a silk scarf around it. Then she pulled it to the left bedpost and secured it there.

  “Are you scared, my pet?” Eleanor whispered into his ear as she passed behind him.

  Gareth shivered in longing, and perhaps a little fear.

  Pulling his right arm up, she tied it to the other bedpost. Spread eagled and naked Gareth shivered again. His body was completely vulnerable, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

  Eleanor ran her nails lightly down Gareth’s back and stepped close again.

  “I know that you want what I can offer you, so don’t tell me you don’t. If you need me to stop you just say stop. You can trust me to look after you always.”

  Gareth nodded his head, his arms feeling strong. Could he break the bonds if he wanted to? Gareth tugged and realized they were tied well. Very well. He tugged again, then the first slap sounded on his bare arse.

  Thwack. The sound was more shocking than the physical pain.

  “Ow,” he groaned, his cock beginning to throb.

  Oh hell. It was disconcerting how well Eleanor seemed to know exactly what he needed…even before he did.

  “Do not pull on your bonds, you will only hurt your wrists.”

  Gareth felt Eleanor move away from him, the loss of her heat both disappointing and exciting. What would she do next?

  A hard piece of leather pushed against the base of his neck. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was going to hurt.

  Eleanor began running the riding crop down his back.

  “Talk to me, my pet. How are feeling?”

  “Aroused,” Gareth ground out. Consciously relaxing his clenched jaw, he took a deep breath.

  Eleanor stepped close and ran her hand around to his front. Grabbing his cock, she pumped him slowly.

  “I can feel that,” she whispered, letting go as soon as he began to move into her hand. The loss of that contact almost made him whimper.

  He was now regretting his decision to let her dominate him.

  Gareth wanted her on her back, and he wanted to bury himself inside her wet heat.

  “Let me down and I’ll show you what I can do.”

  Gareth used his most seductive voice and was punished, with the first strike of leather to flesh, right across both arse cheeks.

  “I will untie you when I want to untie you. You are here to please me.”

  Eleanor’s voice had changed again slightly. It was deeper, stronger, and he shivered in response. His decision to experience this fully washed over him. He dropped his head and spread his legs.

  Eleanor stepped close to speak into his ear again.

  “I know you are scared, but this is about trust. Trust that I hope will eventually turn to love. Your mind will want to give up before your body does, so don’t think, just feel.” Eleanor caressed his buttocks with her soft hand.

  The next strike bit into his flesh and he moved back into it, thrusting his arse up and opening his legs wider. Eleanor rained down a series of strikes with the riding crop before soothing the skin softly with her hands.

  Gareth shuddered under her touch, unable to think clearly.

  When Eleanor stepped back, his legs followed her. He moved back and tilted his arse higher into the air again. He was unable to control the way his body was responding to her ministrations.

  This time Eleanor marked a series of crisscross strikes across the backs of his thighs, down and then back up again. Gareth felt himself begin to drift off, his mind floating in a sea of pain and pleasure. He was struggling to know where one started and the other began.

  Eleanor stopped again and stroked his glowing skin.

  Gareth vaguely heard the crop drop to the ground before he felt her move back to touch him again. Standing to his side, she pressed her breasts into his ribs, opened her legs and straddled his thigh. She rubbed her wet pussy against him and bit into his shoulder with her sharp little teeth.

  “Do you know where that special place inside a woman is? That place that makes her come hard and fast?”

  Gareth couldn’t open his eyes, but he heard his Mistress speak.

  He nodded, remembering the feeling of countless pussies clenching and tightening around him. Would she let him fuck her now?

  Gareth forced his eyes open.

  He looked at his Mistress and felt his eyes widen further. She was so incredibly beautiful. Her full lips were wet and a deep red. He leaned forward to kiss her and she thrust her middle finger between his lips instead.

  “Suck,” she commanded.

  Gareth wrapped his tongue and lips around her long, elegant finger and sucked, a deep pull responding in his bollocks and making him groan.

  She reached up with her other hand and began to pump his cock. Removing her finger, Eleanor moved in and kissed him. Thrusting her tongue between his open lips, she licked, kissed and nipped at them until he was sure they were as red as hers.

  “Because there is a place inside a man that has the same effect.”

  Gareth felt his head swim as though he had been drugged. What effect? He couldn’t remember the last of the conversation.

  Eleanor reached her right hand down to his red arse and dipped her wet finger between his cheeks.

  “Here,” she whispered, slipping the finger up into his tight hole.

  Gareth moaned in protest and threw his head back.

  Eleanor continued her onslaught, moving her finger inside of him in a way that sent pleasure ricocheting through him and pumping his cock in time with her thrusts.

  “Come for me now.”

  His orgasm rushed down upon him.

  Gareth let his head fall forward so that Eleanor could continue her pressure in his arse, screaming out his release.

  His head exploded as jet after jet of come spurted from his body. He shook all over, his legs threatening to give out.

  He collapsed down, his arms still attached to the ropes.

  Eleanor moved quickly, untying him and wrapping him in her arms. She maneuvered him to the bed and pulled the covers over him. Going over to the washstand, she washed and dried her hands quickly before coming back to the bed and sitting next to him. She guided his head down so that he would put it into her lap and Gareth didn’t think twice about obeying. Eleanor stroked his hair and ran a gentle hand down his back. She arranged the covers so that he was warm and bent to kiss his hair.

  Gareth had never felt safer or more loved.

  “You did so well, my pet. Thank you for your gift.”

  Gareth heard Eleanor’s words and wanted to correct her. He was the one who had been given a gift, not her.
But he couldn’t, he was so tired. Instead he kissed her thigh and let himself drift off to sleep.

  Chapter 7

  His valet tugged at his cravat to make it perfect and Gareth felt heat rise in his cheeks as he imagined what Eleanor could do with that same cravat.

  It had been a week since their time at her cottage. When he had awoken, she had helped him dress, and then they had returned home. He had wanted to pleasure her as well but she had said that he already had.

  They had attended two of the same balls with little contact. Tonight was a private dinner of one of his mother’s friends and Gareth had invited Eleanor as his guest. He needed to have some of her tonight. In whatever form she would give him.

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  Dinner was a pleasant affair – lots of beautiful food, wine and the company of people he actually enjoyed talking to. But none of it held any appeal for Gareth compared to the pleasure of sitting next to the woman at his side.

  As dessert was served, Gareth stared down at the baked apple pudding and cream, wondering whether his Mistress would like it eaten off her pussy.

  “Gareth.” Eleanor’s smooth voice broke through his daydreaming.

  With a twinkle in his eye, he turned to her, “Yes, my dear?’

  “I’m sorry, but would you take me home after dessert? I have an awful headache coming on.”

  Gareth’s alarm was sudden and he moved to stand up.

  A steel vice locked his hand onto the table.

  “After dessert, Gareth.” Eleanor reminded him, a familiar glint returning to her eye.

  Gareth nodded, still unsure. Was she really unwell or did she just want to take him home?

  Gareth made their excuses and shuffled a pale and drawn Eleanor into his carriage. He pulled her into his lap the moment they were in the carriage.

  “Are you alright, Eleanor? May I stay with you tonight?”

  Eleanor laughed, low and deep and ground her hip into his groin.

  “You don’t have a choice. I want you in my bed all evening.”

  Gareth laughed and kissed her up turned lips. “I thought you weren’t well.”

  Mistress smiled and bit his bottom lip.

  “I needed an excuse to leave early. I have wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you, and that feeling has only become stronger with time.”

  Gareth’s cock stood to attention at her words – her eager slave. “Fuck me now, then.”

  “Tsk, tsk.” Eleanor shook her finger back and forth at him as though he were an errant child. “I’m the one in control here, and you will wait.”

  Gareth pouted, which made his Mistress laugh.

  The ride home was filled with kisses and hot words, and by the time they pulled up in front of her town house, Gareth was ready to burst.

  But he knew that the fun was only beginning.

  Laughing like school children, they ran up the stairs and into Eleanor’s home.

  “Get me up these stairs as fast as possible,” Mistress demanded.

  Gareth laughed – easily done. He swung her petite frame up into his arms and ran up the stairs, two at a time.

  He was breathing fast by the time they reached the landing but it was worth it to see the look of pure happiness on her face.

  “The second door on the left, my pet.”

  Gareth strode forward, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. He could easily get used to carrying her around.

  He pushed open the door to a beautiful bedroom and shut the door behind him.

  “Put me down here.”

  Gareth did as ordered and took stock of the room. It was beautiful, extravagant and warm. The fire had been burning for some time.

  “Take off all your clothes and lay on the bed for me. On your back.”

  Gareth grinned. He was more than happy to obey this command.

  He pulled off his evening clothes in a hurry, his erection making him take care when removing his trousers. When the last items were removed, he pulled back the blankets, jumped onto the bed and twisted over onto his back. He lay in the center with his arms crossed behind his head. Life could not get any better.

  Mistress stood at the end of the bed fully clothed still, watching him.

  “Don’t move,” she decreed.

  With aching slowness she removed her dress, petticoats, stays, and chemise, her body being revealed piece by piece. Soon she was left in only her garter belt and stockings.

  He took a moment to really look at the amazing woman in front of him. She had large, soft breasts with dark pink nipples. Nipples that were long and pointed, ready for his lips. Her waist indented perfectly before swelling to lush hips and thighs. Always partial to a fuller figure, his heart rate increased from the titillating show she was providing The garter belt remained, but she unclipped the stockings one by one as she lifted her foot onto the bed and slowly rolled the stocking down.

  Gareth tilted his head so he saw the best view of her wet, little cunny.

  He smacked his lips together, as he could smell her arousal from where he lay.

  Eleanor moved around to the top of the bed.

  Gareth smiled at her but didn’t reach for her. He had learnt not to anticipate her movements because he would be punished.

  “Hands together in front of you.”

  Gareth’s smile fell but he held both hands out in front of him. He still struggled with not being able to touch her. He knew the rules and his body was ultimately turned on by everything she did, but his brain still struggled with processing it all.

  Eleanor tied his hands together with one of her silk stockings.

  “Arms above your head.”

  Her voice had changed again – his Mistress was back.

  Above his head, his fingers touched the metal bedhead. Eleanor leant over him, dangling her full breasts in his face and tying his bound hands to the wrought-iron rails.

  Gareth didn’t even try to test his bonds, because he knew they would be tight. And though he wanted desperately to suck her nipples into his mouth, he was afraid of what she would do to him if he didn’t get permission first.

  Mistress smiled at him once she had finished and bent down to give him a long, lingering kiss.

  “That was very well done of you to resist my breasts, however I want you to suckle me.”

  Gareth didn’t need to be asked twice. He lifted his chin and opened his mouth. She shoved one of her nipples deep into his mouth. Gareth bucked up as his own arousal notched higher. She had the most delicious breasts he had ever tasted. Her nipples were long and hard, and he could feast on them all night.

  He actually whined when she pulled it out of his mouth. She hadn’t given him enough time.

  Eleanor laughed and moved her body further up so that she sat in front of his face. Her knees either side of his head, she spread her legs and reached down to spread the lips of her sex open. Gareth closed his eyes so that he wouldn’t begin before she said he could. He wanted nothing more than to taste her.

  “Suck on my clit until I come, my pet. I am aching for you.”

  Gareth’s eyes snapped open and he latched onto her swollen clit as though it were the essence of life.

  Eleanor bucked and groaned, putting her arms back onto his thighs and arching her back. He had never felt or seen anything more erotic. This woman was incredible.

  Gareth used his teeth and his tongue to lave, suck and nibble on the center of her pleasure until she was crying out.

  “Yes, yes, my pet. Yes!”

  Her whole body tensed in her orgasm as she began to shake and scream out her pleasure. She fell back onto his belly, leaving her weeping core in front of his face. Gareth was almost insane with his desire. He plunged his tongue into her center and lapped at her juices.

  “Stop.”

  The command came from the supine woman on top of him.

  She rolled gracefully off him and straddled his body again, this time with her thighs spread over his hips.

  “I did not tell you to do that,” Mistre
ss admonished, pinching both of his nipples sharply.

  Gareth groaned at the pain as a wave of pleasure engulfed him.

  “I’m sorry, Mistress. You taste incredible. I just couldn’t resist.”

  Mistress smiled in her cruel way, and Gareth had a feeling he wouldn’t like what came next.

  “Tonight you will not come until I say you may. You must learn to hold on longer.”

  Gareth nodded his head. But how in the hell was he meant to stop himself?

  Eleanor moved sinuously on him. She wanted him to learn more control, and she wanted him to listen to her.

  Her pussy was aching for him after her orgasm.

  She rocked back on her ankles and raised herself over his shaft.

  “Aagghh,” she groaned out, fully impaling herself on him. He was so thick and long, it felt fantastic having him so deeply inside her.

  Eleanor looked down at her pet and watched his face spasm in pleasure. It was time to teach him how to delay his orgasm. It would serve her better in the future.

  “I am going to ride you as hard and as fast as I want to in order to come again. You are not to orgasm.”

  Eleanor saw sheer panic on his face.

  “Mistress, what if I can’t hold back?”

  Eleanor lifted herself up and moved slowly back down on him. Sheer bliss rushed through her from her already sensitized nerves.

  “You will hold on, my pet. Do whatever you need to do, think about anything you want, but do not come until I tell you to.”

  Eleanor threw her head back and began to ride him in earnest. She closed her eyes and focused on the sweet clench of her sex around the stiffness of her man.

  Leaning back so that he hit her in just the right spot, Eleanor screamed out as pleasure ripped through her. Her orgasm took her up and over, her body sagging in pleasure and release. The past week of abstinence had made her body desperate for him. She was even surprised how quickly she had found release.

  Eleanor’s legs felt like she could barely walk and yet she forced herself to climb off him.

  Gareth’s face was a mask of torture. Every muscle in his neck, arms and shoulders was tense but he smiled at her.

  “That felt amazing, Mistress.”