Free Dangerous Pleasures by Bertrice Small

After a moment a burst of pure, hot lust overwhelmed her, making it almost impossible to breathe. Annie moaned, and then she came.
    The Beast said nothing. Instead he directed the feather to the opening of her now wet vagina. The feather swirled just inside her, and she moaned again. It had been so long. So damned long since she had been fucked. Yet she couldn’t betray Nat. But her husband had been dead two years. And this was a fantasy, wasn’t it? How could her secret fantasy betray anyone? The feather ran along the edges of her labia, and then attacked her clitoris again. Her body arced with a second clitoral climax.
    Then, to her complete surprise, his head was between her outspread legs. His lips kissed the moist skin. His tongue began to explore every nook and cranny of her soft coral flesh. He nipped gently at it, and Annie squirmed, although she wasn’t certain whether she was trying to escape him or get closer. His mouth closed over the bud of her clit and he sucked strongly. She screamed softly as he worked her into a fierce frenzy of desire. “Please!” she whimpered to him. “Please!”
    He ceased immediately, releasing her legs, and, reaching for the chain, he lowered her to a point where he could face her. He took her face between his thumb and his forefinger and smiled into her blue eyes, sensing her need. “You do not yet understand, Mistress Anne,” he told her. “I am the master here. In time you will be fucked. But you lack discipline.” He lowered her further until she was on her knees. “Bend yourself forward,” he said. “You will receive five strokes of my tawse.”
    “You are going to beat me, my lord?” Annie said. She was definitely going to end this fantasy right now. Well, maybe not this moment, but shortly.
    “No, I am not going to beat you, as you so quaintly phrase it, Mistress Anne. You are simply to be disciplined by having your bottom smacked with five strokes of the strap. It is to be hoped you will learn quickly that I am your master, and such discipline will become unnecessary in the future.” Then, without another word, he raised his arm, and the leather tawse met Annie’s flesh for five quick strokes. “Excellent!” he said approvingly as he hung the strap back on the wall by the torch holder. “You did not cry out. This bodes well for you, Mistress Anne, and for our future relationship.” Then he raised her back up so that she hung with the tips of her toes again just barely brushing the floor. “I will leave you briefly, Mistress Anne. Take this time to consider well your future behavior. You must learn to obey me instantly and without question.” And, taking the torch from its holder, he left her hanging in the dark within the small chamber.
    I can end this now, Annie thought again. But did she really want to end it? It was dark, and it was perverse, but it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. Right now her entire body was throbbing with a ferocious sexual need to be fucked as she waited, hanging from her restraints in this dark room, for the Beast to return. The mask, she suspected, hid facial scarring, but the rest of him seemed quite normal. He was very tall, probably between six-foot-four and six-foot-six inches. He was big boned, but lean and hard. What did he look like naked? How long before she would find out?
    It had been a very long day. Unable to help herself, Annie felt her eyelids drooping as she waited for whatever was to happen next. She started awake suddenly, fully aware that someone was in the chamber with her. “Who’s there?” she whispered, and then a soft gag was tied around her mouth. Her heart beat wildly at this new and total feeling of helplessness. She whimpered beneath the gag.
    She tensed as hands began to caress her. The hands were warm and big. Was it the Beast? It had to be, and yet her instincts said that there was more than one person here. That was confirmed when both of her breasts were grasped and