Sticks and Stone (10 page)

Eileen smiled and lifted one hand to encompass the guest
room. “Here?”

He shook his head.
“My room.
This way.”

He led her down the interminably long hallway to the
master bedroom. The Safari Suite, as he’d nicknamed it.

The heavy wooden furniture was embellished with
leopard-, cheetah-, and lion-skin prints. Mosquito netting draped the bed,
matching the black and tan gauze panels curtaining the window.

“It’s all faux,” he hastened to reassure her. “I
wouldn’t let the designer use real animal skins.”

“Harm no one.” Eileen bestowed a brilliant smile upon
him, and slapped the branch against the bedspread with a sharp snap.

Dermot jumped. The blood rushed to his cock, leaving him
lightheaded, and the plaintive whine broke from his throat again.

She stroked the branch across the shoulder of his suit
coat, caressed his neck,
then
slid the branch inside
his open jacked and down his chest. The tip flicked one of his nipples through
the fine cotton of his shirt, wrenching a groan from him. Then the branch
stroked lower still, and his stomach muscles clenched in trembling
anticipation. She hesitated at his waistline, then dipped the branch and
lightly tapped his cock.

He surged forward, heat flaring in his groin, and
groaned. “Oh, yes, please. Yes.”

 
“Strip,” she
ordered.

Dermot yanked off his suit jacket and flung it against
the wall. His trembling fingers seemed unable to grasp the tiny buttons on his
shirt, so he simply pulled it over his head. There was a moment of resistance,
then
the offending buttons gave way. He yanked his hands
free of the imprisoning cuffs and tossed the shirt after the jacket.

His belt was next, followed by his pants. The brush of
fabric against his cock as he wrestled with the button and zip was maddening,
but he persevered, and soon freed his cock from the tangle of his briefs as
well. His pants fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them, getting rid of his
shoes at the same time,
then
balanced on first one
foot then the other to remove his socks.

Completely naked, he waited for Eileen to tell him what
to do next.

She’d been busy while he’d been disrobing, and had
pulled all the covers off of the bed, leaving just the black and tan fitted
sheet.

She tossed a leopard-printed pillow into the center of
the bed.

“
Lay
down, and cradle your cock
in that.”

When he looked at her in confusion, she smiled. “I don’t
want you coming too early. I want to find out just how much we can hurt you
without doing any harm.”

He shivered, his balls trying to pull up, even as his
cock hardened still further and molten desire filled his veins.

“Yes,” he whispered.

He crawled up on the bed and lay face down, his cock
nestling into the soft embrace of the feather pillow.

Eileen stroked his ass, her soft hand warm against his
quivering flesh.

“Your scratches have healed nicely. Good.”

He thought again of the blood coursing down his legs
from the dryad’s beating, and cold fear clutched his heart and balls. Then
Eileen slapped his ass, and he felt only hot desire.

The bed shifted as she climbed onto it and straddled his
legs. The soft denim of her jeans caressed his thighs.

Her fingers stroked the cleft in his ass. “The having is
as easy as the wanting if you say the word.”

“Yes!” he cried.

Her palm slapped his ass, driving him into the pillow.
It was a poor substitute for the wet embrace of her mouth or vagina. Using both
hands, she covered his ass with stinging slaps.

His hips rose and fell beneath her, matching her rhythm.
His cock thrust in and out of the feather pillow with each swat.

Dermot grunted at each blow, aching for more. He wasn’t
sure what he wanted.
Higher, harder, faster, stronger.
Something.
Something that would turn
this sweet stinging pain into the full-throated bellowing agony of ecstasy.

She paused then, and ran her hands over his tender skin.
“Your ass is a lovely shade of pink. All warmed up.”

A shudder rippled through him. She’d only been warming
him up. Now the real hitting would start.

The
wych
elm branch cracked
against his ass. He bucked beneath her, startled by the sudden pain, but pinned
to the bed by her weight across his legs.

The branch cracked across the other side of his ass. His
body twitched again, this time arching up his torso and thrusting his hips
down.

The pillow cradled his cock in softness, promising
soothing relief from the sharp pain in his ass. Dermot groaned, and ground his
hips into the pillow, caressing his hot cock. The branch fell again, thrusting
him into the soft feathers.

Soon he was bucking and humping with Eileen’s new
rhythm, each slash of the branch driving his hard cock into the warm embrace of
soft down. His world collapsed to the twin sensations of painful lashes against
his ass and the sweet thrust of his cock into the waiting feathers. The tension
between the pleasure and the pain built within him, shaking him with fevered
chills.

He groaned and gasped in delicious agony, balanced on
the knife edge between buildup and release. His cock was huge, swollen as hard
as it had been for the dryad, and every blow on his ass pumped more blood into
it.

The feathers scraped and scratched, clawing his cock as
he thrust again and again, straining for the release that eluded him. Hoarse,
harsh vocalizations ripped from his throat, grunts and whines and broken
whimpers. His fingers tore at the sheet, searching, always searching for the
secret that would send him over the edge. And still the whip rose and fell
against his ass, marking the time in which his body writhed.

The whip fell again, one last blow that was finally too
much for his abused flesh to take.
With a scream of agonized
delight, he
spasmed
, hot come bursting in a geyser to
rival Old Glory.

Moaning in ecstasy, he rocked against the sodden pillow,
wringing the last drops from his spent cock. He was still rocking gently when
he fell into an exhausted sleep.

* * * * *

Dermot woke slowly, curled around Eileen and cuddled
beneath his thick comforter. His leg covered hers, and one of his hands loosely
cupped her breast. She was deliciously, delightfully naked.

He snuggled closer, pressing as tightly against her back
as he could, and nuzzled the side of her neck. As he shifted his leg, his ass
throbbed dully, reminding him of the glorious whipping she’d given him.

And afterward, she’d cleaned him up and reassembled the
bed before climbing in beside him. What a woman.

He tugged and teased her breast. Her responsive nipple
hardened against his palm. Continuing to toy with her nipple, he scraped his
teeth lightly along her neck,
then
followed with
openmouthed kisses.

Eileen sighed deeply in her sleep, and shifted slightly,
turning her head to the side and angling her chest into his hand.

He eased his other hand down between her legs, and
delved between her folds. Her hips rocked slowly, taking his fingers into her a
fraction of an inch at a time. His cock firmed, tucked in the cleft of her
rocking ass, and Dermot purred with pleasure.

“Dermot?”
Her voice was thick
with sleep. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “Does it matter?”

She wiggled her ass against him and giggled. “By the
circle, you’re hard again? What does it take to deflate that thing?”

Fair was fair. He wiggled his fingers, transforming her
giggle into a breathy sigh of pleasure.

“I hope we never find out,” he answered.

“
Mmmm
.”

They fell silent, enjoying the slow movement of his
fingers slipping inside her and her ass rocking against his cock.

“I need my hand back for a moment,” he murmured in her
ear.

“Must you?”

“I promise you’ll be happy with the result.”

She sighed.
“Very well.”

He chuckled at her obvious reluctance, giving her one
last wiggle of his fingers before he pulled his hand free. Then he rolled to
the side and reached for the drawer of his nightstand. His fingers fluttered
among the cascade of condom packages within, finally nudging one to the front
where he could grab it.

He ripped the package open and rolled the lubricated
condom over his jutting cock. Then he snuggled close to Eileen again, resting
the head of his cock against the opening of her ass as his hand slid between
her thighs. She eagerly opened her legs, welcoming his fingers into her wet and
waiting warmth.

He flexed his fingers, pulling a moan from her, and
pressed lightly on her hips, rocking her backward. The very tip of his cock
slid into her ass.

“Oh! What are you…?”

Softly, Dermot rocked her forward onto his hand, then
backward onto his cock. The entire head slipped into her ass.

She moaned again.

He let out a shaky breath, and kissed her neck.

“It’s up to you. Take me as slow and as deep as you want
to go.”

She clenched her ass muscles and he groaned. He held
her, unmoving, and she slowly relaxed. Tentatively, she rocked forward, sighing
as his fingers slid deeper into her. Rocking backward, his cock slid an equal
depth into her ass.

They sighed together.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” she whispered.

“Never.”

With mouth and tongue, he swept gentle kisses over the
pulse pounding in her neck. He kissed her shoulder and behind her ear. All the
while, she rocked back and forth, until his folded hand was buried in her up to
his wrist, and his cock was sheathed to the balls in her ass.

“God, baby, you feel so good,” he murmured in her ear.

She let out a broken sob. “Love me, Dermot. Please. Love
me now.”

He rolled her over so that she was impaled on his hand.
Flexing his fingers, he stroked the walls of her vagina as he pulled his cock partially
out and thrust deeply into her ass.

She moaned. “Yes.”

Twice more, he stroked her with his hand and cock. Thick
lubricant coated his fingers and flowed down his arm, increasing with every
stroke. His cock grew firmer with each thrust into her tight ass, until he was
hard enough that he feared hurting her if he pulled out and tried to enter her
again.

Holding her tightly, Dermot rolled them over again, so
he was on his back and she was lying on top of him. He gasped as their combined
weight pressed his tender ass into the bed. His cock swelled in response, and
Eileen shuddered and moaned, her ass muscles clenching around his rigid cock.

He started rocking beneath her, rolling his hips up and
down to find all of the tender spots she’d left on his ass. Every time he
pressed against one, his cock jumped within her, and she moaned and writhed
above him, rubbing
herself
against his hand buried
deep within her.

He licked and kissed her neck, shoulder, and back,
uncaring what he tasted except that it was Eileen’s skin. His buried hand
stroked and fondled, while his free hand roamed over her stomach, ribs, and
breasts, sometimes caressing her and sometimes simply clutching her tightly as
they rocked back and forth.

His blood pounded in his ears, deafening him to the
labored rasp of his breathing and Eileen’s sharp cries. No longer able to hear
her response, he focused on the feel of her, flowing hot and wet around his
hand, and clenching tight around his cock.

She grabbed his arm, her nails digging into his skin,
and forced his hand deeper still. His middle finger slipped through her narrow
cervix.

She went wild, bucking her hips as tremor after tremor
rippled through her muscles. Deep muscles clenched the length of his cock just
as she slammed backward, driving her weight onto the tender spot on his ass.

He grabbed her and held on as he came, arching in an
instinctive final thrust as he filled the condom with his seed, driving his
hand deeper at the same time. She screamed something in Gaelic,
then
collapsed limply on top of him.

His hand slid out of her in a wet flood, and his flaccid
cock slipped free of her sticky ass. He pulled off the condom, trying to be
careful, but his slick fingers couldn’t hold onto the lubricated surface and
his hot come poured out onto his stomach, running down his hip to puddle on the
sheet. Now that the euphoria of their lovemaking was fading, he couldn’t bear
to lie on the sodden, sticky sheet, while the evidence of their passion dried
in itchy patches on his skin.

Dermot threw aside the covers and climbed out of bed. A
glance at the bedside clock revealed it was nearly four o’clock. Too early to
get up, but too late to change the sheets and remake the bed.