Aprons For Gayle Ch. 12

Momentarily stopping, he stood behind her and whispered in her ear, "That's it, little one. Let everything go. Your thoughts, your worries. You're mine now, right here, right now." He switched to her other ear, kissing and nibbling. "Nothing exists but how you feel, every nerve ending screaming and shooting straight to that hot, cavernous cunt."

"Oh. My. God." She sighed as her body shook. No one had ever talked to her the way he was, and it ignited the fire that had been building up within her.

"Listen to what your body is telling you: How good it feels, how much it craves and needs the attention."

He slipped his arms around her upper body and pinched both swollen nipples, twisting and pulling them out until she squeaked. Slipping one hand down to her crotch, he growled into her ear when his fingertip easily slid over her wet, throbbing clit.

"Fuck, you're dripping. Remember your 'red,' do not come."

"Nnnno Sir."

He grinned wickedly, loving the power he held over her. "Your pussy is on fire, isn't it?"

She gurgled before she replied, "Y'sssss."

Keeping his finger on her clit, he cooed, "You want to feel my cock inside of you, don't you?"

Her response was a whimper, and he twisted her nipple again.

"I'd love to feel my cock pound that tight, warm pussy of yours, your juices surrounding my rod, your muscles sucking at my cock when your orgasm ..." He dove two fingers inside of her and flicked the tips on her g-spot.

"Ohh, fuuu ..." Her body convulsed, and she arched her back. "Please, please let me come," she panted.

"NO!" He promptly smacked her ass cheek hard. "Control it, Gayle."

He pressed his chest flush against her back and felt the heat radiating off of her. Laying his chin over and down her neck a little, just enough so that he could see her breasts, he continued his verbal onslaught.

Gayle was utterly out of her mind. She had never felt this out of control, so unlike her. Her knees fought to come together, as if that would prevent her orgasm. The orgasm built and built within her, needing to explode and free itself, her breathing hard and raspy. She hated where he was sending her. She hated ... hated ...

"I'm going to come!"

In a split second he pulled his fingers out of her, released her breast and simply wrapped his arms around her waist, shh'ing softly into her ear. "Hold it back. Fight it. You can do it. Control your breathing."

Forcing herself to control her breathing, it took a few minutes for the orgasm to dwindle.

"What is your color, Gayle?"

"Green, Sir."

"Perfect. Are you ready for more flogging?"

"Yesss. I think so, Sir."

Standing beside her, her head resting on her shoulder facing away from him, he said, "Gayle, look at me." She immediately did so, and he rubbed her cheeks softly. "You have to be sure, I've told you. I won't push you if you're not ready."

She nodded. "I'm sorry, Sir. You're right. Please, go ahead."

For the next fifteen minutes, Hamish continued to flog Gayle on every inch of her backside until it was a beautiful shade of pink. Her back was arched, her head back and again her breathing was shallow. He knew she was gone mentally, in a happy, good place based on her body's reactions. And he also knew how close she was to coming.

Loudly, he said, "Gayle, when I count to three you are permitted to come. Do you understand?"

He waited a moment before he heard her reply that yes, she understood, though her own voice was barely audible to her.

The leather straps caressed her flushed, hot skin as he counted. "One."

She braced herself mentally, though her mind was already gone; her body almost numb.

"Two," he said louder, lightening the strokes.

Her hands fisted tighter, so much so that her nails dug into the palms. Again, there was no pain whatsoever. Her pussy throbbed, and her clit was so swollen and sensitive that the pain didn't register with her brain.

"THREE!" he shouted, giving her two harder stokes on her ass cheeks.

She took one deep breath and let the orgasm course through her, moaning without caring how loud. "Ohgodohgod!" she screamed, her head tilted back.

Every muscle in her body tightened as her hands clenched harder, her feet dug into the grass and her head lost all of its strength to keep it up any longer. She pushed her ass out, though she wasn't pleading for Hamish's cock. She was simply trying to keep herself from squirting her juices beneath her.

It took a second before she felt Hamish's arms around her; his hands felt cold compared to the heat of her body. "Hmm, Sir," she mumbled, grinning like a foolish virgin.

He buried his lips in the crook of her neck and kissed his way to her cheek, as he moved around her to stand in front of her. His hands moved up to her neck and embraced her firmly, looking deeply into her eyes.

After he laid a hard, passionate kiss on her lips, he said, "You did well, little fawn. Very well."

Forcing herself to look deeply into his eyes, she muttered, "Thank you, Sir."

Kissing her nose, he told her, "I'm going to let you down now. Lean on me, okay?"

She could barely find her voice again so just nodded.

"Bring your feet together, love."

Without a word, he pulled out a knife from the front pocket of his jeans and cut the rope swiftly. Sure enough, she collapsed forward in time for him to catch her under her arms and gently sat her down in a grassy patch. Wrapping his arm around her back, he pulled her to him and forced her head onto his shoulder.

Wiping her hair back again, he began to rock her gently, whispering softly. Her body was still numb, still hot from the flogging, but she allowed herself to melt into his arms and listen to his voice, though she could not comprehend his words.

A few minutes later Bessie came up to Hamish cautiously, not really sure what had happened to her human companion. Lying down, she lay her chin on his thigh and stared at Gayle. The movement brought Gayle around a bit more, and she found what little strength she had to pet the canine's head.

Bessie's tail began to whip against Hamish's ankle, and he had to fuss at her to make her to stop. Gayle chuckled. "I guess she's getting back at you for what you did to me." But as soon as the words came out she instantly regretted it.

She was just about to correct herself when he said, "She wouldn't dare. I'm the one that feeds her." He, too, pet her head after Gayle took hers away and she snuggled closer to him.

"So, tell me. How was your first flogging?" he asked.

"Well, you gave me an orgasm. Doesn't that answer your question?"

"Aye, it does."

"Aye?" she chuckled. "That's the first time I've heard you say that. I thought you Scots used that all the time."

"No, we don't." She suddenly shivered. "Let's get you inside. Heaven forbid you catch your death of pneumonia and you come back to haunt me. Isn't that what you threatened me with?"

"Aye, Sir."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Very funny. Let's get."

Gayle had to hold onto Hamish's forearm as they walked back to the castle, her knees being too wobbly to support herself. She wanted the warmth of the sun to beam down on her, but it was hidden behind incoming gray clouds. The only warmth she felt was between her legs, regardless of her orgasm. She was shocked she was still wet, and she was still horny.

As they entered the kitchen, Bessie scurried under the table and Hamish offered to make some coffee while she pulled something together for lunch. Even after they'd eaten her crotch was screaming at her. Taking their plates to the sink, she went back to him and stood beside him.

Gathering her courage, she asked, "Sir? May I ... Can we ... I'm still kind of ..."

"For Pete's sake, woman!" he bellowed louder than he meant to. "Just say it, will you?" The smirk on his lips told her he wasn't really angry.

"Will you fuck me?"

"Now, that didn't kill you, did it?"

She shook her head as he unbuckled his belt, pulled the waist down to his ankles and padded his thigh. When she looked at his hand she was shocked to see his cock at full attention and swallowed hard. Placing her hand on his shoulder for support, she straddled him, teasing a moment by not allowing his cock to impale her. But he took her hands firmly, forcing her to do just that.

She gasped loudly as he filled her completely. She threw her head back as his pubic hair rubbed against her clit. "Ohhh, fuuuuck," she moaned.

Grasping his arms around her waist, he kissed her throat softly. "Ride me. You're in control, for now."

Not having any clue how to, being it was the first time she sat on any man, she gently pushed him back and kept her hands on his shoulders. He began to kiss her neck, circling his tongue here and there before nibbling on her flesh.

A second passed before she was able to gyrate her hips in such a way that he penetrated her fully, then she pulled back so that just the head remained inside her before pressing her hips so close that the tip of his cock was as deep inside her as he could be.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder, she began to ride him in perfect rhythm, exactly as he had when he flogged her. Both of their breathing was heavy and fast; that, too, was in unison. She reveled feeling his rapid heartbeat pound against her own.

"Hmm, Hammmish."

"Yesss. Just like that. Don' stop ..."

Feeling his cock throb inside of her, she tightened her walls around him, eliciting a moan from him. "Goddd, you feel sooo good," she muttered.

"Jesus ... I don't want to ... come ... Not yet. Fuuck!"

They were so close to coming that each eagerly waited for the other to come first. But instead, from underneath the table, a very loud and unwanted fart came from a certain, very much unwanted canine.

"Oh, God!" they both grunted together.

"Not again!" Gayle groaned.

"Bloody dog!" Hamish grunted. "Go!" He stretched his leg out until his foot found Bessie's hind legs and gently pushed her away. She came out from under the table and stood at his feet. "No treat for you!" he barked down at her.

Gayle couldn't help herself from laughing so hard, but she was also pissed that the dog had interrupted at the most inopportune moment. "She is worse than having an infant around!"

He laughed back and kissed her again. "Oh, she's still a puppy, but she is definitely being locked away when we're shagging. How's about a little rest? Then you can Skype with your father and sister."