One Hundred Thirty-Seven

“Do you remember the rules?”

Allegra trembled.  They were really going to do this.  She hadn’t told him, but she’d replayed this encounter over and over in her mind.  It never ceased to arouse her and she marveled at how he could be so domineering, yet so focused on her pleasure.  Her center began to throb with excitement.

“Yes, but tell me again just to be sure?”

His stomach muscles rippled as he pulled up into a sitting position.  She could see that he was just as affected as she was, evidenced by the tenting of the covers over his lap. 

“One, you obey me immediately and without question.  Two, you don’t come until I say you can.  Three, you say only yes, no or please.  And if you’re ever uncomfortable with what we’re doing at any time, just tell me to stop and I will.”

“Should I call you something?”

“What?  You mean like Master or something?”  At her nod, he considered it.  “Not Master, but if you have something else in mind, I’ll allow it.”

“Paramour.”

His eyebrow lifted curiously.  “Paramour?”

“Well, we’re in France and you are my lover.”

He apparently approved, because his only response was to slide from under the blankets, his naked back silhouetted in the window.  The lights of Paris lit the night sky and he seemed to be engrossed in them until he issued his first gruff order.  “Take your nightshirt off and go wait for me on the terrace.”

“Yes, Paramour.”  She obediently lifted the hem over her head, before placing her feet on the floor to rise.  “Paramour?”

He looked over his shoulder, eyes dropping to the light colored panties reflected in the dim light.  She was silently asking whether to remove them as well. 

“Are they pink cotton?”

“Yes.”

“Leave them on.  Now go.”

She pivoted on the ball of her foot and did as he bade, rubbing the goose bumps on her arms as she crossed the living area to the terrace door.  The rollers were almost silent as she tugged the sliding glass door wide open. 

A breeze swept through the opening, causing her exposed nipples to instantly pucker even more tightly and she crossed her arms to shield them.  The spring day had been unseasonably warm, but the air had chilled a bit after the sun went down.  Not uncomfortably so, but enough to be… invigorating.

Allegra stepped onto the cool flagstone and lifted her face to the starry sky.  The moon was mysteriously absent, but the stars were doing their best to make up for it, twinkling like diamonds in the sky.

Huh.  Guess there’s something to that little song.

“Beautiful.”

Her head whipped around, teeth gleaming.  He was framed in the doorway, wearing the black silk robe that she hadn’t seen since the last time they’d done this.  “Yes,” she agreed, assuming he meant the stars.

“Not the sky.  You.”  He placed his forearm high on the door jamb, leaning into it while he watched her.  “Drop your arms so I can see you.”

Even though it was so dark that she didn’t know how he could see anything, she silently obeyed, her nipples stiffening from heat instead of cold this time.   Her breasts tightened with anticipation and, turning on her heel, she faced him with feet together, arms hanging loosely at her sides.  Lifting her chin, she waited patiently while his eyes roved possessively over her warming flesh.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes.”

He straightened, stepping out onto the terrace.  Deliberately, he circled her nearly nude body, as though deciding what to do with her.  She couldn’t control the tingle of expectancy that skittered down her spine.

“Make me hard,” he commanded, robe slipping to the cool stone floor as he spoke.  Allegra’s eyes fell below his waist in surprise.  When she’d left the bedroom, he had been hard.  She’d seen it with her own eyes.

Thinking back, she realized something similar had happened the last time. 

I’m going to have to ask him about that.  He must have some relaxation technique that he uses beforehand.

“I can barely see you, so you’re going to have to be more creative this time,” he advised, stretching out on the cushiony chaise lounge.  “Because you still can’t touch me.”

Allegra’s mind spun as she wished for an array of romantically lit candles.  She could vaguely make out the shadowy movement of his ankles crossing and hands clasping behind his head as he reclined into the cushion.  Taking away sight and touch left her with only three senses:  taste – which was also ruled out by the no touch stipulation, hearing – which was minimized by what she could and could not say, and smell.

Unless…

A satisfied smirk came to her face as she glided across the terrace with a slow, sultry step toward his gloriously naked body.

“You’re pleased with yourself.”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t about pleasing you.  Is it?”

“No, Paramour.”

“My cock isn’t hard yet.”

Without bothering to reply, she stopped beside him folding her legs beneath her until she was kneeling beside his shoulders.  Leaning forward, the curtain of her hair brushed across his bicep and he jerked away from her. 

“No touching, naughty girl.”

Her eyes weren’t the least bit repentant, but she dutifully murmured, “Yes.”  Waiting for him to lie back again, she flipped the offending hair back over her shoulder and brought her mouth near his ear, blowing gently.  While he was distracted with the sensation that created, she cupped her breast, tugging at the sensitive nipple before twisting it between her thumb and middle finger.  The soft moan she emitted ruffled the hair over his ears.

“Very good,” he admired.  “Maybe you’re not so naughty after all.”

While her left hand was busy with her breast, she guided the right one down between her parted thighs.  Unhurried fingers found their way through the crinkly nest of curls into the slippery folds, and she released a sigh of warm air against his neck. 

Stroking further down into the humid valley between her feminine lips, she simultaneously followed the trail of masculine hair down his body, all the while hovering just above the skin’s surface – never touching him with anything but her breath. 

Each stroke of her own flesh spurred on a husky moan or purr of appreciation that she passed along to Richie by heating his skin with the warm air that accompanied the sound.  By the time she reached his waist, his erection was twitching to life.

She poised herself directly over the object of her attention, lips parted.  Plunging a finger into her depths, Allegra groaned at the smooth slickness.  Her head fell forward, hair escaping to tickle his groin as she panted hotly against the proof that he was more than mildly interested. 

At the touch of her hair, he became fully erect even as he growled at her.  “NO touching,” he admonished, reaching down to lightly smack her panty-clad bottom.

Lifting her face to his only compounded the problem, drawing the tendrils back across his sensitive skin and his sac tightened with the movement.

“You keep on and I’ll spank your ass.”

Allegra’s finger became drenched with her reaction to the threat.  The visual of being draped across his lap and his tanned hand coming in contact with the tender flesh of her bottom caused a visceral thrill and she spoke before she thought. 

“Yessss.”

“Fuck,” he murmured, his manhood twitching violently, before resuming his commanding tone.  “Stand up.”

So caught up in her own mind was she, that his voice didn’t penetrate.  The only penetration was a second finger joining the first, sliding against its partner in the bountiful evidence of her arousal.

His hand immediately became buried in the cascade of her hair, tugging sharply to commandeer her attention.  “I said stand up.”

“Yes, Paramour,” she panted, once he had released her hair.  She withdrew her drenched fingers from their warm haven and rolled onto the balls of her feet to stand subjectively before him.

Swinging his own feet over the side of the chaise, Richie manipulated himself into an upright seated position.  “Turn around.”

This time she instantly obeyed, presenting him with her back.  One deft sweep of his hand and she was efficiently parted from her panties, finding them pooled at her feet. 

“Step out.”  Once she had complied, he snatched them up from the ground and stood.  She couldn’t see what he was doing, but the rhythmic motion made her think he was stroking himself.  The guttural moan that blew past her ear supported that notion and she was tempted to resume her own self-pleasuring activities.

Before she had the chance, Richie demanded that she bend over.  Allegra knew that if he was to take her this way, she wouldn’t be able to stay upright and gave a worried look over her shoulder.

“Rest your palms on your thighs and brace yourself.”

He had to know she couldn’t take him this way.  She had to have something to hold onto, she thought slowly assuming the position he’d asked for.  Maybe-

Her thoughts were interrupted by his big palm skating across her bare buttocks.

Oh my God, he’s really going to spank me.

She bit back a groan as her nipples morphed back into the turgid peaks they had been for the nearly the past hour.  It was borderline sick, she knew, but the curiosity threatened to consume her.  “Please.”

“Bad girls have to be punished.  You broke the rules.”  A heavy hand came down and the resounding smack echoed into the darkness.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered.  The noise had made more of an impression than the actual impact, which was really no more than a little sting.  But the two combined aroused her more than she could’ve anticipated.  The pulsing between her legs made her ache to grind her thighs together to ease the pressure that was building there.

Another crack reverberated across the terrace and she stumbled forward a step.  While by no means hard, it was unexpectedly harder than the first smack.  His hand smoothed quickly over the area, soothing away any pain he may have inflicted.

“I think my bad girl likes having her ass spanked.”  Another wallop barely registered with her before he’d slipped two fingers in her eager, open womanhood.  “Jesus Christ, your pussy is soaked.”  He pumped in and out a few times before bringing his thumb to scrape across the stiff, sensitive bud that  had been throbbing so painfully a moment  before.

“Yes…  PLEASE!”  Her skin was on fire from the nerve endings that had lighting zipping through them.  Her breath was coming in gasps.  She didn’t know when she’d ever felt so… so… Alive, aroused, aware… 

Then, as suddenly as he’d invaded her, he was gone.

“NO!”  Allegra pushed her bottom backward in search of the touch that had been pushing her toward a firework spectacular under the night sky.

Hard fingers encircled her upper arm, and he pulled her upright to bury his nose in her ear.  “Do you want to be a bad girl?”

“Yes.”  God, yes.  Anything to fan the flames before they died away. 

“Wouldn’t you rather be a good girl and please your Paramour?” he crooned, his hot breath filling her ear and filtering downward to the places that were already bubbling with heat.

“No.”

His chuckle was purely evil.  “Too bad,” he said, nipping at her neck before whirling her around and pushing gently down on her shoulders.  “Suck me with those sweet lips of yours.”

She wanted to pout.  It wasn’t fair that he was holding her back.  She’d been so close to the most intense orgasm of her life.

But then she found herself kneeling in front of his beautiful erection and her lips came open of their own accord, tongue eager to slide against the satiny flesh.  The droplet of fluid at the tip was devoured with a purr of pleasure, her tongue bathing away the proof of how close he was to erupting.  Bobbing her head, she sucked and released up and down his length, doing her best to press her nose against his groin.  His size was preventing it, but she gamely swallowed as much of him as she comfortably could, fisting the remaining length in her palm.  Using the lubrication from her saliva, she stroked up with her fist, then bobbed down again to take him back in her mouth.

She dipped him in and out of her mouth repetitively with an increasing tempo, getting lost in the sensation and the salty taste of him.  Her hand came up to cup his sac, kneading gently at the jewels inside until they began to draw with his impending release.

“Stop!” he barked, gripping the sides of her head.   Successful in only stopping the momentum, her tongue still licked fervently at him like sweet lollipop that she was trying to devour. 

“Immediately and without question,” he reminded her hoarsely, a firm hand bringing her to stand.  A gentle shove pushed her toward the edge of the terrace.  “Grab the wall and bend over.”

Her fingers trembled as they curled around the cold, hard edge of the stone.  She had barely bent at the waist when his hand connected with her backside.  The sharp noise startled her and she jerked upright, only to have him place a light but a strong hand against her spine to keep her down.  The imperceptible sting was like electricity against her skin and the shockwaves unerringly found their way back to her throbbing center.

“If I could see it, I bet your ass is a pretty shade of pink by now.  You’re determined to have your way, aren’t you?”

“No, Paramour.”  She really wasn’t being stubborn on purpose.  The way her body reacted to him was something that was out of her control.  The blood pounded through her veins, pooling between her thighs and she shifted from one foot to the other in an attempt to gain some relief.

His hand fell again, on the other cheek this time and immediately caressed away the effects.  “Stand still.”

Again, without warning, he delved two fingers into the wetness at her core and pumped rapidly, drawing a gasp of surprise and pleasure.  “Yess… Yes, please,” Allegra whimpered.

“No,” he countered, withdrawing his fingers to her cries of protest.  She immediately began squirming again, but still couldn’t attain satisfaction before two strong hands separated her thighs, one of them slicing along the hot valley at their juncture.

“If you hold very, very still,” he rumbled into her ear, looming over her back.  “I’ll fuck you.  And I may even let you come.  But if you move…”  Richie left the threat hanging there unspoken.

If I move, he’ll punish me.  Or not let me come.

At this point, neither option was desirable.  Her nerves were drawn so tautly that she was afraid of cracking with the tension he’d artfully built inside her.  The man was an amazing lover, taking what should feel demeaning and degrading and turning it to the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

“Yes, Paramour,” she puffed.  “Please.”

I have to stay completely still. She chanted it to herself over and over, devoting every possible bit of her attention to the task.  The mantra became so consuming that when he buried himself to the hilt in one stroke, she nearly screamed.

“Unnnnnh.”

“Shhh,” Richie soothed, a wide palm draped affectionately over the small of her back.  “Just be still and feel.”

And feel she did.  Each plunge filled her to capacity, making her long to explode.  His testicles bumped against the hyper-sensitive spot between her legs, lighting the fuse on the powder-keg of passion that he had turned her into.  His breath tickled her cheek as he leaned into her and she felt the rough patch of hair at his belly button scraping enticingly against her bottom.

In and out.  Full and empty.  Whole and incomplete.

Their skin scraped and the sounds of their bodies making love were the only ones that filled the quiet Paris night until he spoke again.

“That’s my good girl.  You can move your hips now.  Grind them into me when I’m inside you.”

Her buttocks pressed back against his lower abdomen, seductively grinding and wiggling, causing them both to utter helpless, garbled words of enthrallment. 

His possession of her grew impatient.  Faster.  Harder.  And his breath in her ear was loud, the heavy gulps of air interrupted only by the few words she’d been waiting to hear.

“Come with me, baby,” he rasped, holding firm to her hips as he powered through the final few strokes that would make them both fly into the starry night surrounding them. 

Allegra couldn’t tell which stars were part of the sky and which ones Richie had created.