Patience (31 page)

“Did you think I would let your insolent departure from my study this morning go unpunished?” He rubbed a little faster and a little deeper. Patience shivered and her hips began to tilt, forward and back. But then she cried out and her body jolted as Matthew’s other hand landed a sharp swat upon her bottom.

“And what of your reckless attempt to escape me upon Beatrice?” Another stinging spank heated her other buttock. But, still, he was rubbing her wet opening.

Patience swayed and her legs bent and straightened as she tried to ease her need. Her bottom felt hot and sore, but somehow the discomfort amplified her desire. She was wild for release, but Matthew wasn’t touching her clitoris, and he wasn’t deep enough inside her. She groaned and wagged her hips wantonly.

As if in answer, he slipped another finger inside her, even as he laid a spank on the underside of her enflamed bottom. Patience yelped and her quim tightened. “There,” he murmured by her ear. “Do you see how the pain and the pleasure are connected?”

Patience panted through her tears as she tried to thrust her clasping cunt more deeply over his fingers. She couldn’t speak, could only pant and jerk her hips.

“Do you see how little there is,” he insisted, “one between the other?”

Another quick, lifting slap stung her tender buttock.

“Yes,” she cried. “Yes!”

Patience ground fiercely against Matthew’s fingers. She could feel the barrier of her virginity. Her hips tilted and her tears fell. And just as she felt her climax cresting, he pulled his hand away and stepped before her.

Patience cried, and her hips undulated uncontrollably. She wept with a frustrated desire that was, somehow, both mortifying and exciting. Her cheeks felt hot beneath her tears. Her bottom felt sore and tingly. And her cunt felt wet and heavy.

Matthew watched her, his eyes shining with both lust and admiration. Then before she could think what he might do next, she gasped as he delivered a light slap to each of her nipples. The stinging sensation shot, like an arrow, directly into her throbbing clitoris. Shuddering, Patience drew back her shoulders as he gave her another and then another. And the more he gave her, the more her nipples throbbed and darkened, and the more her cunt watered. Her knees weakened and her head fell back as she thrust her hot and swollen nipples forward. They felt enormous, but each light slap only made her crave another. Her hips gyrated and her clitoris strained and stretched. Her tears fell and her thighs shook, but she couldn’t reach her orgasm!

It evaded her, leaving her suspended upon some relentless peak. She groaned and stretched, but then the spanks stopped coming and everything was still. Only it wasn’t, for her whole body was alive and humming with a heightened sensual awareness. Dizzy and desperate for release, she straightened her head and met Matthew’s fiery gaze.

“Sometimes the worst part of punishment is not the pain, Patience. It’s the need”—he stepped close to her—“the rampant desire that cannot be assuaged.” Pressing his hands over hers, he slowly rubbed his erection against her pelvis. “For your orgasm is no longer your own. It belongs to me as much as it belongs to you.” Patience ground against him, wild for the feel of his firm flesh. “And you will not have it until I say you will have it.” Then he stepped away from her.

Patience dropped her head with a sob. Her body was pulsing, and her thick nipples were dark and incredibly distended. They tingled with a hot, electric sensation that both tortured and tantalized her, for it echoed the feeling of her punished bottom. Moisture trickled down her thigh, and her clitoris ached. It was marvelous and unfathomable.

“This is how I like to see you—hot, flushed, and soundly spanked. Punishment becomes you, Patience.”

It took all her energy to lift her head. Matthew reclined on the couch facing her, his long legs open and his erection bulging. Her mouth watered and her quim tightened as she stared at it.

“You can’t know how beautiful you look.” His hands moved to his breeches and he undid them. “All pliant from punishment.” He unveiled his thick cock and then, reaching in, lifted out his swollen cods. “All wet with tears and need.”

Patience swallowed and her heart skipped a beat. His prick was dark red and the head looked purplish and inflated. He demonstrated such masterful control, but he was clearly as desperate for release as she.

“Come,” he said firmly, indicating the floor between his legs.

She practically flew to him, but when she settled on her heels and wiggled in an attempt to ease her pulsing clitoris, Matthew sat forward quickly and grabbed her by her upper arms. “No.” He shook his head. “Knees wide apart.”

As Patience complied, he pinched her tender nipples firmly. She gasped and immediately drew back her shoulders.

“Good,” he murmured. Then, scooping up her breast, he sucked her dark and thickened nipple into his mouth, while he teased and rolled the other between his fingers.

Patience shuddered as he laved and compressed her titillated flesh. She lifted and arched against him. He released her breast, only to scoop the other to his mouth. His fingers brushed the inside of her thigh. She groaned and, pressing her hands against her thighs, tilted her hips in an attempt to coerce his caress. If only he would touch the pulsing heart between her legs. If only . . .

He released her and drew slowly back.

“Oh, God . . .” She met his hard, dark gaze. “Please!”

Matthew’s jaw clenched as he leaned against the couch-back. Gripping the thick trunk of his cock, he pushed it toward her. “Show me some appreciation, and I’ll think about it.”

Patience dove forward, her clitoris throbbing, but then he stayed her. She looked up at him, her desperation growing.

He gazed back at her from beneath lowered lids. “Keep your hands on your thighs. And if you come without my leave, you’ll regret it.”

Patience nodded, then took him into her mouth with a hungry urgency. Moisture washed from her cunt at the taste and feel of his thick flesh filling her mouth. She sucked the salty fluid that flowed from him in a steady stream, and swept her tongue across his satiny glans.

The feel and taste of him made her wild with lust. She felt a heady power as she sank more deeply over him, pressing her tongue firmly against the thick underside of his prick. With long, slow passes she moved up and down, milking rivulets of pre-cum from his enflamed member.

Matthew groaned and slid his hands into her hair as his hips tilted, pushing more of his meaty thickness into her mouth. Patience opened for him and took what he gave her. Then his fingers tightened in her hair and he began to thrust, steadily and deeply. Patience moaned when he ground the head of his cock against the back of her throat. Her clitoris throbbed dangerously. She heard Matthew draw in his breath, and then she held hers as he sent several hard, fast thrusts against the tight turn of her throat. He withdrew in time for her to take a gasping breath and then he pulled her down again. But this time he did not thrust. He simply pushed his meaty thickness slowly and deeply into her until she was completely filled. Then he held her to him as he rocked his hips in small, tight motions that gently yet inexorably forced more and more of his heavy organ down her throat.

Patience’s back arched up. Her clitoris swelled and her hips jerked. Her release rushed toward her.

Only, before it could wash over her, Matthew pulled her back. Light-headed, she drew a ragged breath in preparation for him to pull her down again. But he didn’t. He got up and was dragging her to her feet.

“No!” she cried. She was so close! Jerking her wrist from his grip, she threw herself into his arms and rubbed herself desperately against him. She could feel his strong phallus—his warm body. “Please, not again, Matthew!”

Grabbing her, he spun her around to face the fire. He held her against him and kicked her legs apart as he thrust his cock against the small of her back. “Yes, again!” he rasped near her ear. “And again and again, if it pleases me, Patience.”

Then he stepped to her side and the spanks came hard and fast. She struggled and strained. But then he was behind her again, thrusting against her hot skin. “There is no pleasure for you, but through me, Patience.” She moaned as he gripped her nipples, depressing them ever more tightly between his fingers. “So, think of nothing but satisfying me, and know that everything you suffer for my pleasure works to bring you that much closer to your own fulfillment. Submit,” he breathed.

He released her swollen nipples, and Patience let out her breath on a gasp. She felt a desperate desire to submit. The word itself seemed synonymous with relief and freedom. “I want to submit.” She spoke around her tears. “I do. But my body is aching—and my pride . . .”

Matthew slid a feathery touch down her arms. “I want your body to ache. I want you to feel all the sensation it is capable of. And I want you to experience each punishment and each pleasure with the awareness that it is I who am giving it to you.” He squeezed her sore bottom. “
I
am the one, Patience. I am the
only
one who can bring you this beautiful, blissful ache.” His grip tightened on her aching flesh, causing her to gasp. “For it is blissful, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Even as she longed for release, his strict refusal to bow to her comforted some deep part of her soul. And the pain, there was something unfathomably satisfying in that as well.

“I think you love it.” He kissed the curve of her ear. “And you will grow to love it even more and more, until you can’t do without it.” She gasped as his grip released then tightened yet again. “But that’s all right, for I will be with you—always.”

Patience’s tears slipped down her cheeks.

Was it true?

Matthew’s lips touched her ear. “As for your pride”—Patience’s hips tilted back as, from behind, he stroked his fingers over the wet and swollen folds of her cunt—“soon you shall discover a new pride—a pride in your feminine submission.” Her skin tingled as he kissed her shoulder. “You shall feel pride when you please me. You shall feel pride when you endure your punishments gracefully. You shall feel pride when I reward you with orgasm. And you shall feel pride when you recognize that your submission makes you stronger, not weaker.” His hands slipped slowly from her. “And when all this comes to pass, you will know a new truth.”

Patience trembled as Matthew came to stand in front of her. His ponderous prick rose florid and dark from its impossibly broad base, and the head bobbed as it dripped clear fluid. It was beautiful. Lifting her wet eyes to Matthew’s, she found his dark orbs were lit with an unreadable glow.

“You’re so wet,” he said, softly. “And I’m so hard. I could fuck you beautifully.”

Patience’s cunt tightened and a choked groan broke from her. God, but she wanted it—she wanted him! Her legs began to shake.
Yes
trembled upon her lips.

But she bit them to hold the word in. If she gave that part of herself, she would have no defense. Tears of distress welled as she looked into Matthew’s angel eyes. No defense at all . . .

“Very well,” he breathed. “Go stand in front of the chair by the fire, set your legs apart and place your forearms on the armrests.”

Patience’s pulse quickened. Was he going to punish her for refusing him? Her clitoris pulsed painfully as she moved to the heavy-looking wingback chair and did as he asked.

“That’s lovely, Patience. You have such long legs, and your bottom is blushing beautifully.”

Patience jumped as she felt his hands brush gently over her heated flesh. But he didn’t spank her. Rather, he slid his hands to her hips. “One day, soon, I’ll take you just like this. I’ll spank your pert little bottom until it’s hot and red, and then”—she held her breath as she felt the head of his cock touching her wet folds—“and then I’ll push my prick into your sweet, tight cunt and I’ll fuck you, fast and hard. And I won’t stop. Even when my cock is dripping with your cum, I won’t stop. Even when you beg me because you can’t come anymore, I won’t stop.” His hands tightened on her hips. “Still, I’ll fuck you and fuck you until there’s nothing left in you but Eve—pure, undiluted Eve, who knows nothing but the perfect purpose of her creation. And then I will fill your womb, as it was meant to be filled—and only then, will all be as it should be.”

Patience shuddered as her resistance flowed out of her. But when she pushed back, he wasn’t there. He’d moved. Crouching a bit behind her, his hands were slipping between her legs and reaching forward to brace around her pelvic bones.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I won’t drop you.”

Drop her?
Patience cried out as he quickly lifted her by her hips. Her head went down and her feet flew into the air. She grabbed at him, her cheek against his thigh, but he had a firm grip upon her, and, lifting her by her hips, he settled the tops of her thighs over his shoulders.

Upside down, Patience gasped. She was right in front of Matthew’s wet prick, and she could feel his breath between her legs. His arm was tight around her waist while his other hand squeezed her sore and flaming bottom. Patience moaned, and then Matthew’s tongue was stroking her wet folds. She shuddered as his hips thrust toward her in a silent demand. She answered it immediately and took his thick cock into her mouth.

He groaned against her cunt and his hot breath touched her as he kissed and tongued her swollen sex. Patience moaned as she pushed down farther on his thrusting organ. Her blood rushed and her toes curled in the air. She was both pleasuring and being pleasured, but she couldn’t distinguish the two. They seemed to be the same, and she couldn’t tell which drove her desire more.

She tilted her hips as he drove his tongue into her cunt and his prick into her mouth. Her head spun as he thrust faster and faster. Her hair swayed and her body strained. She felt her pleasure cresting.

But then he was lifting her away from him. She heard herself wailing “Noooooo!” as she slid down his body to the floor.