Act 32: The Stables

                                    

                                          
The pair continued to hold each other; Sebastian's hand crept up into Louisa's hair. Grasping it at the nape of her neck, he pulled her head back gently. "There is little else to do now but wait." He smirked and kissed her, allowing his other hand to slide down her back, pulling her against him. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his tongue along her jaw and up to her earlobe. Capturing it between his teeth, he tugged gently, causing Louisa to moan.
                          
"It seems that you have thought of something we can do while we wait," Louisa breathed as Sebastian's teeth grazed the side of her neck.
                          
Sebastian lifted his mouth from her neck, mischief and desire dancing in his eyes as his gaze once more met hers. "Well, we are yet to visit the stables here. I do believe that the posts are just as sturdy as those back at the cottage."
                          
Louisa's eyes flashed at the thought of their last visit to the stables back at the family home. She felt a familiar warmth as she remembered the feel of the rough wooden post against her skin as Sebastian had run the whip along every inch of her before taking her as his once more. 
                          
Sensing her growing excitement, Sebastian lifted Louisa into his arms. Holding her tight to his chest, he leapt down the stairs. Sebastian sped through the house and out into the grounds, there was no telling how long the peace would hold, and he did not want to waste a moment that could be spent indulging in his favourite pastime with his mate. 
                          
Arriving in the stables, Sebastian set Louisa down in front of the wooden post that he had already chosen for just such an occasion. The iron ring, held in place by a large bolt, was just at the right height. Once tied with her hands above her, Louisa's feet would barely touch the floor, giving him the complete power and control over her that they both craved.
                          
Sebastian placed a single finger under Louisa's chin, raising her face to meet his, "now strip," he commanded.
                          
Without breaking eye contact with him, Louisa loosened the fastening of her dress, letting it fall to her feet. Sebastian slowly let his gaze fall, surveying every inch of the sight in front of him. Louisa's hands moved to loosen the ties of her corset, before slowly unclipping each fastening and letting it fall to the floor. Her undergarments soon added to the pile of clothing at her feet, and Sebastian's smirk deepened as he placed his hands on her hips, lifted her from the pile, and pressed her back to the post. Capturing her between the post and his body, he grasped her wrists and pulled a length of rope from the air. Lifting her arms up, he swiftly tied her wrists together before fastening the binding to the hoop. 
                          
Stepping back, Sebastian admired the naked beauty in front of him. "Are you ready, my beautiful one?"
                          
"Yes, Sir," replied Louisa, once more lowering her eyes as Sebastian removed his tailcoat, waistcoat, and shirt achingly slowly. Placing his hand out to the side, Sebastian called a whip to him. Louisa struggled to see which of his favourites he had called; smirking Sebastian caught the slight movement.
                          
"Eager are we? If you cannot keep your eyes down, maybe we should cover them. Before Louisa could respond, Sebastian's tie was bound firmly around her head, covering her eyes. He pressed the solid handle of the whip to her bare skin, "now you will have to tell by touch alone, my love."
                          
Louisa gasped as the cold material was pressed firmly along the dip under her collar bone. Sebastian changed the angle at which he held the handle to her skin as he travelled it down between her breast. Louisa felt the smooth contours of the handle's head; she was left in no doubt which he had chosen. As the handle travelled down her stomach, Sebastian kept it pressed firmly to her skin, rotating it slowly so she could feel every inch of it as it passed over her. Louisa groaned as the rounded head pressed into her mound. Sebastian smirked as he pushed further, allowing the length of the handle to travel across her clit and the length of her lips. Louisa moaned, bucking her hips to get closer and relieve her growing frustration. Revelling in her frustrations, Sebastian moved the handle so that it barely touched as it passed across her lips once more. A growl rose in Louisa's throat.