Free Peregrine's Prize by Raven McAllan

coverlet, and
his hand began to connect in earnest. Each stinging touch reverberated through
her and sent a fresh spasm of juices from her channel and over her quim. Maggie
flew, and her world shook.
    "You came." He teased her cunt with one
hand even as he spanked with the other. "I didn't say you could. How long
can you last now, love?" The stinging thwacks stopped so suddenly she rued
the loss as if someone severed her lifeline. Maggie groaned as Perry ran his
hands over her sore—nicely sore—arse and up her spine, and followed them with
tiny nipping kisses. When he reached the nape of her neck, she began to pant.
Truly to be touched in such a way almost sent her over into the abyss once
more.
    "Roll over." He removed his hands and she
did as he asked, wincing as the silk of the bedcover slid over her sensitive
skin.
    Perry must have seen her wince for he paled and took
her hands in his. "I have hurt you?"
    "No, No, not hurt. Stung in a good way."
He looked doubtful. Maggie speculated on the best way to reassure him. It
seemed there were some parts of their lovemaking that hadn't come back to him.
She glanced pointedly at his cock, which lifted the shirt he wore and stood out
proudly, glistening with his juice.
    "Your cock seemed to enjoy it," she said
softly. "Your breathing isn't regular, and your body is flushed. Are you
telling me we shouldn't do something we both enjoy? You gave me a command and I
couldn't follow it. You punished me in such a way I gained my release over and
over. Yes my arse is sore from your attentions but in such a way I would weep
if it didn't receive them. We decided," she hesitated, but she had to
continue. " We decided this was
how we wanted to love each other. With you in charge and giving us our releases
as you desired. Sometimes you would tell me to do as I thought fit, other times
you demanded my obedience. It is what we chose Perry. We. " Again she emphasized the word. "We chose to do. And
my arse may be sensitive now, but who knows where will join it. It brings us
both such pleasure I would be bereft without such attention." Maggie knew
fine how that felt. For so long she hadn't had any contact with Perry, and her
body—and mind—missed him. She hoped and prayed those long lonely times were
about to come to an end.
    "Ah, if you are sure? Dammit, Maggie, it
all seemed so right, so familiar and so us, and then you winced and I wasn't
convinced if I hadn't done you a disservice and assaulted you."
    "Believe me, my lord, if I hadn't wanted that
attention you'd have known soon enough. I loved it, the sting is something to
treasure, the aftermath even more so, and the bites are a reminder of what we
can do for each other."
    He traced her nipples one after another and nipped
each nub just the pleasure side of pain. "And you do all that for me as well?"
    She nodded. "When you say so."
    He bent his head and addressed her nipples with his
teeth. "And this?" She hissed as he bit down on the tender nubs. He
knew just how far to go. "Yeess, and that."
    Perry lifted his head. "Good. So you will do
anything I say? Within reason?"
    "Within reason," Maggie agreed. Having
come this far she decided perhaps it would be prudent to spell a few important
details out. "We chose words, which if used meant whatever we were doing
needed to stop forthwith. A safely net if you like."
    He considered that as he continued to nip and soothe
her nipples. "Do we use these words often?"
    Maggie shook her head. "Never as yet and there
is only one. The word is Boney. You said that epithet was enough to stop anyone
in their tracks."
      His shout of
laughter made her giggle. The mention of the Corsican was a swear word to any full-blooded
Englishman.
    "'Tis true," Perry said. "I abhor all
he does. He rubbed the lobe of her ear between the pads of two fingers. "Where
did you say your earrings are?"
    "At h … h his house, our employers. I didn’t
like to have them here when we were away," Maggie improvised hastily.