0 comments/ 9788 views/ 1 favorites Bon Voyage By: Jenna Grey The rhythmic rocking of the carriage was soothing, and soon became a predictable pattern, perhaps due to an out of round wheel, or mayhap a gimp leg on one of the horses, or perhaps an uneven distribution of luggage overhead and beneath. Rain pricked at the hard exterior, the thick glass window on the door and parallel side of the carriage. This and the clop clop of the horses' hooves offered a hypnotic chant that left Hannah's head nodding against the corner she huddled in beneath her cloak. As she fell into a deeper sleep, however briefly, her head would snap back and crack against the wall, jarring her awake momentarily. The Duke of Lancashire watched on in amusement the sleepy young woman struggle to maintain her dignity as she succumbed to the onslaught of her exhaustion. She fought valiantly to stay awake, and the Duke found the whole situation surprisingly erotic. He wondered what she would do if he leaned over and brushed a kiss across her pouty lips. Probably deliver a resounding slap to his cheek, he chuckled to himself. The lass was American, which was a pity for a number of reasons. Firstly, she was on her way back to the states, which was how he had been coerced into the position of nursemaid. Secondly, she had the typical American woman independent streak, diminishing her elfin beauty. A woman should be protected, cared for. She should not be galavanting alone in strange countries. The world was full of unsavory characters. He licked his lips and leaned forward slowly, his blue eyes locked on her mouth. As he continued to edge closer and closer, he could hear the faint puffs of her breath inhaling and exhaling as she slept. He had to have her. Taste her. Feel her curves beneath his hardness, feel her tremble, arch beneath him. feel her velvet, tight wetness surround his throbbing hard cock. But now was not the time. He leaned back, denying himself of the gratification so close at hand. Patience, he reminded himself, as he adjusted his hardness beneath his trews, is a virtue. Shortly thereafter the carriage came to a halt, and Michael peered out the window to see the familiarly lighted windows of the Inn he owned south of Herbshire. Now when he leaned over it was not to steal a kiss, like an overanxious school boy, no. It was to wake the child woman, help her collect her things in her groggy state, and help her down the carriage steps. Even through the layered cloak and gown she wore, Michael could feel the heat of her body, and just touching her served as a powerful aphrodisiac. He closed his eyes briefly and leaned ever so slightly forward to breathe in the scent of her hair, her body. She smelled like honey. And he was quite sure she would taste like honey as well. Hannah had been introduced to him at an end of summer gala put on by the Fauntroys of Wilshire. When she learned he was the Michael Westford, Duke of Lancashire, owner of the New World shipping line she batted her long black lashes at him, her green eyes doelike with curiosity. She explained how she needed passage back to the states, but her funds had run low. "Perhaps I can be of some assistance?" He had narrowed his eyes and studied her knowingly, at which time she struggled to maintain eye contact, losing the battle nearly immediately. "I would do anything to get home," she said breathlessly, studying the knot of a tie at his neck. "Anything?" He had lifted her face to him with a finger placed gently under her chin. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her cheeks glowed cranberry with her embarrassment, yet she persevered. "Anything," she whispered. "Verra well," was his only reply. So now, it was nearly time for... anything. He steered her through the smokey crowded dining and bar area, directing her to the back stairwell that ran along the back wall. They would be dining alone, in the suite of rooms reserved for his personal use only. As his arm came about her waist he felt her body shudder and he smiled. "I gave word when I reserved the night that a bath would be required. The tub should be in the lounge, through that door," Michael said, removing his outer clothing. Hannah remained immobile in the center of the room, drinking in the decor, the gold filigree details. "I..." He smiled and waited for her to finish her thought, and when she didn't, he spoke softly. "Hannah, there's nothing to fear. I've assured you, there's nothing to fear, and now, you know what to expect. No harm will come to you, little one, only pleasure." "Your Grace..." She bowed her head and struggled with the ties of her emerald green velvet cloak. One after the other became knotted as she fumbled blindly with her task. "Would you like me to help you?" She nodded, never looking up. He noticed a single tear trickle down her left cheek, now pale, even in the flickering shadow of the fire burning brightly across the room. After laying his coat on a chair he walked over to the young woman and unknotted the ties, slowly, deliberately, keenly aware of her unwavering gaze that never left his fingers. When he finished he raised his cupped hand to her chin and tilted her face upwards. He caught her eyes and held them with his own gaze, then gently brushed a thumb over her lower trembling lip. She closed her eyes and he followed like, moving closer, closer, closer, until his lips caressed hers, to and fro, until she succumbed and parted her mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in and claim her in their first kiss. He had wanted to do this since she first alighted into the carriage yesterday morning. She had smelled of roses, and her face was bright with the excitement of returning home. They exchanged niceties, small talk, and eventually took turns dozing and looking out the window. It was only after the first leg of the journey was over, they had supped and watered the horses, that the Duke approached Hannah with her requirements regarding their bargain. "We'll be taking a rest tomorrow evening only, midpoint of the journey to Port. I extend my sincerest regrets for any discomfort you encounter, having to sleep here this evening," he began slowly, watching her facial expressions. She appeared nonplussed, so he continued, confident she was not one of these fainting, highbred women who required extensive pampering. Faint hearted would not do when satiating his appetite for lust. "Once we reach my Inn, we'll dine and bathe and then.. uh, shall I delicately phrase it for you, little one?" "Just speak it, my Lord Duke." He took pause, smiling with the melody of his title flowing from her lips. "Very well, Hannah. We shall retire to bed for the evening." She sighed as if with relief. "But we will not be sleeping," he added after a great pause for effect. It was with these words the young woman began clasping and unclasping her hands in her lap. Michael leaned over and covered them with his own, ceasing the fidgeting. She now stood in the center of the room, staring at him, her hands clasping and unclasping before her. Slowly he grasped her right hand, and led her to the adjoining room where the tub of hot scalding water sat before another roaring fire. "Bathe, Hannah." Her glance flew from tub to him and back to the tub again as her hands came to her throat and she began unfastening the catches. As her hands moved with grace down the line of buttons holding the shirt together Michael came to stand before her. His hands snaked around her waist to unfasten the clip in the back holding the skirt in place. That fell to the floor in a deep cranberry heap, leaving Hannah standing in slips and her opened blouse and corset. His fingers came up and deftly he unfastened the stays, then tugged gently at her blouse and underclothing. She stood there immobile, until finally there was not a stitch of clothing on her. Rather, it laid in a heap all around the pair. He led her to the bath, helped her in and began washing her, first her hair. Then he took up a bar of rose soap and proceeded to wash her shoulders, her neck, her ears, in small gentle circular motions. Lifting a cup of water he rinsed her and then moved lower with the soap and clothe, washing her breasts carefully, kneading them with both hands. Hannah swallowed thickly and sighed, suppressing a soft moan. His hands moved lower, over her ribs, down over her belly, probing her navel, then lower, to the peach fuzz covered mound. As his finger traced the cleft between the two thick outer lips, Hannah cried out and arched her hips. Michael chuckled, pleased with her response. He slid one finger inside her, her silky juices different from that of the surrounding water. Her sex was hot, tight, wet. He wanted more, but with great reluctance, he removed his hand and rose from the tub. "Finish washing yourself, but do not pleasure yourself, do you understand?" She nodded, a blank look marring her sweet face. Moments later he returned, with a leather collar and silver chain attached. "Stand, my pet." When she was standing he moved away to sit on the sofa and watch. As she raised her arms to fasten the collar behind her neck her breasts protruded and perked up. Michael smiled and stood up again, excusing himself for a moment. When he returned he produced two clips, and proceeded to clip her nipples. She cried out on the first one and tried to pull away, but Michael drew an arm around her waist and held her close as he fastened the other clamp. He walked back to the sofa and sat down. "Beautiful. Now come to me, pet." "Yes, your Grace." "Tonight, pet, you may call me Sir, or my lord. You may relase the title." "Thank you, your Gr- my lord," she said in a trembling voice. "Take off my boots, little one." "Yes, Sir." She struggled, but eventually took off the worn leather boots. "Next, me trews," he waited to see what she would do. "Sir, would you please stand so that I might remove your clothing?" Her words were forced, and she would not look him in the eyes. Michael saw and sensed a slight change. He stood up and as she knelt before him he placed his hands on her head, guiding her closer to his hardened cock. "I can't do this!" She jumped up and ripped the clips off her nipples and moved to storm out of the room, but he caught her hair and held her in place. "We made a deal." "This is insane. I'm not going to be party to this, your Grace!" She stomped her foot and stared straight into his blue eyes, her green gaze smoldering with anger. "We made a deal." "I can't do this." "Yes, Hannah, you can." He took her hand and led her to the sofa. "You can because you want to sail home in three days. You can because I've already secured your passage. You can because I am a man with desires and we made a deal." She stood before him, unsure what to do. He made up her mind for her, twirling her body and deftly taking her across his lap, face down, as he sat on the sofa. Without warning his hand came sailing downward, making stinging contact with the round mounds of her derriere. She screamed, and he warned he softly that for every scream she would receive one more slap. He continued to "thwack" her curved ass, until it glowed red with the outline of his hand print white against her skin. He slipped a finger down her crack, toward her pussy and confirmed his suspicions by slipping a finger inside her tight hole. Sopping wet. He slipped another finger in, stretching, fingering, fucking her slowly. Her hips began rising and falling, matching his rhythm. A third finger, this from his left hand, slipped inside, and he rolled this one upward, finding that spot that tightened and felt as though it was going to explode. He pulled it out and trailed his finger along her crack, to the rosebud of her ass. Slowly he circled the puckered skin, eventually pushing his finger gently in. As he entered, Hannah realized what he'd done and tried to get up. As she straightened her body and screamed out "No!" he automatically raised his hand and brought it down in a resounding crack. "That word is not in your vocabulary, pet." "But-" *Crack!* came another slap. And immediately following that he plunged the finger still in her wet cunt hard into her tight ass, the hole closing up around his knuckle. Slowly he began to pump in and out, slowly, gently, as he slipped his other hands forefinger into her pussy. As if playing a musical instrument, Michael pumped in and out of her holes, until her body tightened and she began fucking his hands. Just as he felt her pussy begin to contract, he pulled his hand out and stood her up, bending her over the couch as he stepped behind her. With one stroke his cock was embedded up to his balls in her pussy. He pounded slowly and deliberately, making sure she felt each thrust. As he fucked her, he whispered in her ear, "You are mine. Say it. say you are mine, pet." "I am yours." She said it, "I am yours." And as she did so the tremors of her first orgasm built and spilled out through her entire body. Likewise, he exploded deep inside of her, his cum filling her completely. Finally they ceased rocking, and Michael pulled out of Hannah, running his hands smoothly over the small of her back. She stood up and looked into his eyes and smiled. "Well. That should pay for the first night of the journey, wouldn't you think, My Lord?" Bon Voyage It was the first evening on the ship. We were headed south, for the far islands of the Caribbean, on the Carnival Cruise lines flag ship, Alana. Your mom had put together the whole trip, as a present for you and I, except she invited herself as well. Since leaving for the airport three days ago, it had been the 3 of us, one big happy family, and it was starting to drive me nuts. When you two had gotten back from the shuffleboard tournament at 3, I had decided to make a break for it. I told you I was getting some exercise and headed for the on-deck pool. When I got back two hours later, the two of you were still hunched over the table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in her room, pouring over brochures and trying to decide what to do the next day. I said hi and excused myself back into our adjoining suite to take a shower, the chlorine burning my skin. I took my time showering and drying off, trying to prolong the silence. I decided I couldn't hide any longer, so I wrapped a towel around me and came out into the room. While I was in there, your mom had gone off for a ships tour and you had come back into our half of the suite. Just as I came around the corner, my breath caught. Our cabin, on the starboard side, was facing the west as we headed south and the sun was setting over the empty Caribbean Sea. You were standing in front of the window, waiting for it to set. The bright yellow and orange light was filtering thru your hair and you were as beautiful as I have ever seen you. You didn't hear me as I came a little closer. The sun set a little further and had a magical erotic effect on you. You stood there in your new sundress, a light gauzy floral print. The sunlight backlit you perfectly and your dress became translucent. It was very obvious that you were not wearing under things with your new dress and the sun highlighted the curves of your body. I could feel myself grow hard quickly under the towel as I studied your body. Your tan shoulders were framed by the spaghetti straps. Your slim waist was visible thru the thin fabric, even the tattoo on your back. I took another step closer as my eyes roamed over your ass, so tight and firm. Your legs were slightly spread and between them I could just see.... I knew I had to have you. I came up directly behind you, still in my towel, which wasn't able to conceal my stiff shaft. I stood behind you and kissed your neck. Standing in the warm sun, you smiled and giggled just a bit, sighing in satisfaction as my first kiss led to many others. As I tasted your warm skin I felt my desire grow to impossible levels. I reached down and let my towel fall, leaving me naked, just inches behind you. I took one last step toward you to kiss you harder. I moaned softly as I stepped closer, my hard cock pressing into your firm ass and nestling between your cheeks, wrapped in the soft material. Almost uncontrollably my hips press forward, driving my shaft harder into your soft cheeks. The sudden intrusion surprises you, but only for an instant, you are used to such amorous displays. You reach back and grasp my hips, realizing I'm nude and you giggle. At the same time you lean your head back and close your eyes, very much in the mood for our first time alone since the trip started. Your hands grip my hips and pulled me deeper into your body, enhancing my pressure into your body. Feeling your response, I am overcome by desire, my mind spins as I try to think of all the things I want to do to that this moment. My tongue slips out and tastes the skin of your neck, tracing lines up along your neck, to your earlobes. I can feel your breathing quicken and I know you desire me as well. My hands come up to your sides, caressing up then down to your hips. Playfully I pull your hips hard into me, my cock pressing hard onto your ass. You purr quietly and I know you appreciate the gesture. My hands come back up and move to your chest, cupping each breast gently, and then caressing the nipples. I am rewarded by the sensation of your nipples growing hard under my touch, now pressing thru the thin fabric, creating an erotic outline in the sun. I squeeze them hard and I hear you cry out softly, feeling the passion well up inside me again. I can barely contain myself. My tongue traces the edges of your lobe and I feel you shudder. I caress your rock hard nipple once more then both of my hands slide to your shoulders, slipping the straps down. You shrug the straps off your shoulders, accepting my advances, and now only the zipper holds the dress to your body. One of your hands slides back to me, sliding between us, one delicate finger caressing my shaft as it presses against you. Your fingers wrap around it and slowly begin to stroke, still nestled between your cheeks. I have to stop what I'm doing and concentrate, as my head spins from your attentions. My hips move harder, driving my cock into your body even as you stroke it, gripping it hard, knowing I am turned on like almost never before. Standing behind, you stroke me 'God Laney.... that is soooo good. Your fingers are magic to me.' I gasp as you squeeze just a bit harder, as a response to the sweet nothings in your ear. I regain my senses, even as you stroke me, pressing me against your most tender spots. But I realize I can't take your attentions too much longer. My hand slips down and joins you and for a moment we are both pleasuring my manhood. I guide your hand away and back to your front. I take your other hand and raise them over your head. I lean into you, pressing your hands against the large floor-to-ceiling window above your head, palms wide. My hands slip behind you and you feel the zipper open. In an instant your dress falls to the floor and we are both naked. You try to lower your arms, to cover yourself. 'You're crazy, we're in the window, and everybody is going to see us!!' But I grasp your hands and keep your spread, pressing your body against the window with my own. I whisper in your ear 'Hmm, I think you might like that, doesn't that turn you on a bit? Hmm?' You giggle as if it might be true but try to pull your arms in again. 'No, I don't!' Still holding you firmly in this very erotic position I whisper again 'Laney, look around... there's no one but the fish' You glance around and notice that no part of the ship is visible from our window, we can't be seen by anyone on board. It is as if we are floating above the water. You begin to relax and I smile. 'I hope the dolphins are as turned on as I am by you' You start to laugh but I end that with another kiss to your neck and a firm thrust between your cheeks. My hard cock now slides unhindered against the skin of your body, feeling your warm cheeks part as I press forward. 'Keep your hands there. Don't move' You nod and I know you are a willing participant in our game. My hands slide to your hips and I very gently press your thighs apart, which you willingly do. My tongue and lips begin to work on your neck and shoulders again, then I whisper 'Laney, I have wanted you so badly.. It's been 3 days since we've been together. You've been so busy.... its killing me' As I'm whispering, my hands are working their way around your body. To your breasts and nipples, making them hard again, then across your stomach, to the edges of your hips, teasing, heading toward your thighs, and then gliding off at the last moment. I can almost feel you willing my hands between your legs. My hands slip down your thighs, then sliding between them, moving higher, higher, almost to your sweet sweet.. but then I pull away and caress your body again. my hands slip to your ass and squeeze your cheeks, massaging my cock between them as i grind into you again. My hand caresses your asscheek, holding it in my palm. 'Yes Laney, you've been too busy for me.. very mean.. very naughty of you. naughty enough to need a spanking' And with that I smack my hand against your sweet ass, leaving a light pink mark as the 'smack' echoes in the room. I know you enjoy the light play and I smack you again, hearing you moan in delight, which only makes me harder. To reward you for this pain, in a flash I slip two fingers from behind, between your thighs and plunge into your warm wet pussy. The sudden sensation of me filling you ignites an incredible fire in your body and you cry out. My fingers are massaging, searching, exploring, and reaching to excite your most sensitive spots. Your body is heaving now, meeting my caresses, breathing hard and moaning loudly. Just as quickly my fingers are gone and my hand is back on your smooth ass cheek. In one fluid movement my hand smacks your sweet ass again then slips between your thighs and my fingers penetrate you again. You are caught off guard and lose your breath at the sudden switch between slight pain and great passion. But you're not the only one being driven mad. The feeling of your incredible wetness drives me wild, knowing it for me, and knowing how it will feel shortly. Again I have to clear my head just to think straight. One more smack and I think you've hand enough. Your breath is fast and your cheeks are as red as my handprint on your ass. 'Such a good girl Laney.. you deserve a treat now' I kneel behind you and you feel my mouth on your ass, kissing the cheek which received the spanking. I kiss it gently, and then my lips move on. Knowing what's coming, you bend slightly at the waist, spreading for me. My tongue glides between your legs and finds your swollen lips. I hear you moan as they probe your pussy, and then slip inside. I can taste the desire in your juices and I grow harder still. After what seems like hours of licking and tasting you, I realize I need more, I need to be one with you. I stand behind you again and press tightly to your body. I take my cock in hand and trace it down your ass, teasing at your forbidden entrance, pressing just a bit. I feel your body respond. I decide a little more teasing might be in order. After all, I am pure evil. 'Oh Laney, you know how much I love your sweet ass. It is so tight on my cock... I could watch as it slips right inside. I'd love to feel myself cum inside it, feeling you move with me while I fuck your ass.' 'but not tonight' And with that I move further and my head glides across the sweet wetness of your pussy. I feel your body shudder and you arch your back, practically forcing the head inside, followed by the entire length of my shaft as I press into you, feeling you and driving myself wild. In no time we have matched our pace, my body pressing you against the cool glass as the last of the sunset fades. Our bodies thump against the glass as our pace increases. With that much foreplay, it won't be long before... Suddenly I feel your body shudder and writhe and you cry out, loudly. The sudden wetness between your thighs tells me that you've reached your first orgasm. I keep up the pace and thrust and soon you are shuddering again, and then a third time. I can no longer hold back and my pace increases, faster and harder. You know I am close and press back into me, thrusting your hips into me. I clutch, then grab onto your body hard, as your feel the warm pulse inside of you, filling you. We catch our breath as the very last sliver of sun drops over the horizon, leaving us bathed in the dusky glow. I kiss the back of your neck again and whisper 'I'll meet you here at sunset tomorrow.' Vive Le End