by Dee Palmer
“You see, I inflict pain for a different kind of release, not for pleasure. You get pleasure, and I think, with you I might experience the same.” I take her hand and slip a loop over her wrist. I pull the rope tight, secure her wrists, and raise her arm high, out to the side. I repeat with the other hand, making sure the restraints are safe and not too tight. Any pain has to come from my expertise not my incompetence. I lift her waist high so she is now kneeling on the towel. I have to readjust the length of the restraints, and once I’m satisfied, I take a step back and admire the image before me.
Her arms stretched taut, biceps perfectly firm and curved. Her ribs rise and fall with each steady breath, and her breasts swell and drop with each inhale, exhale. Her nipples are tight peaks of perfect pink flesh. I casually lean forward and suck one into my mouth, drawing the tip hard through my teeth. She bucks and leans forward to ease the tension but only as far as she can. I repeat the move on the other nipple, and before I release it, I hold the tender puckered flesh between my teeth and clip the clothespin I had palmed over the tip. Tweaking the other nipple, I clip the other clothespin in place and once more step back. She’s sucking in deeper gulps of air, her eyes are like inky wells with no visible color, only black desire.
I exhale, enjoying the sensations flooding my senses, alive where I have been barely living, lust where I have felt nothing, desire where I have been numb. I draw my thumb pensively across my bottom lip.
“I don’t know if this is making any sense to you. I’m having a hard time coming to terms with it myself. It’s just with you, I feel different.”
I lurch forward, suddenly pained at the small distance. Snatching a handful of her damp hair in my fist, I yank her head back. She gapes in silent agony. Brushing my lips across her jaw, my breath washes her face. The words come out hoarse, a gravelly whisper filled with urgent need. “Everything about this, you being here now, feels different. It feels good. I feel… I… I…I’m not sure what to think. This test is as much for you as it is for me.”
I bite down on the delectable area of skin she has willingly exposed for my pleasure. She shudders as I pull the blood on her capillaries to the surface of her skin, sucking with all my might. My marks on her skin, and I want them be good. I break the skin, a little, and the iron taste fills my mouth. She shivers, bucks and jolts, and when I release the contact, her eyes are glazed, dazed and dizzy with desire. She drops her head to the other side, a clear invitation for more. My chest pounds with raw adrenaline, the power surging in my veins like a wildfire. I feel invincible.
“I want you to hold this.” I place the small rubber ball in her hand. “If you need me to stop, since you can’t speak, all you have to do is drop it; let it go, and I will stop immediately. If it’s getting too intense and you just need a little break, squeeze it. It makes a sound, and I will give you a time out. Understand?” She squeezes the ball and grins when it squeaks like a cartoon mouse. She squeezes it a few times playfully, stopping when she faces me. This isn’t that sort of playtime.
Picking up the Vaseline I scoop a small mound into the palm of my hand. I drop a few splashes of the peppermint extract and mix it in the greasy paste. I smear a pea-sized amount over the tip of her bright red, clamped nipple. She puffs out a shocked breath immediately and I can only imagine the sting and tingles firing over that sensitive area. So cool it feels almost too hot, and then suddenly, its just too intense and all one can do is absorb. I roll the remainder of the paste between my thumb a forefinger, stepping closer I hold it up to her nose so she can smell to cool fresh aroma. Then, I take enormous pleasure in leisurely lowering my hand to her clit. She swallows thickly, and her stomach muscles tense when I press my thumb over her clit, making sure it’s thoroughly covered. My touch might be enough to quell the assault of tingles, but I remove it too soon for her to garner any relief. She sags a little and then stiffens when I lean down and blow a blast of air over her core. Mint, cold air, and a little sensual intimacy is a good start, like setting a favorite dish to simmer on the stove. The longer it’s left, the tastier it will be.
I wipe the Vaseline residue off my fingers and pick up the cucumber. I slide my other hand between her open legs, careful to avoid her clit. That has enough stimulation going on for the moment. Sinking two fingers inside answers that other niggling question: Is she going to need lube. She soaking, rolling her hips shamelessly, trying to get my fingers where she needs them. I pull my hand free and slap her breasts. She cries out with silent agony and shock contorting her face. I do it again.
“You pleasure is mine. I give it. Understand?” She nods, biting her lip flat, not quite quick enough to hide the nefarious quirk of a smile. Placing the cucumber at her entrance I ease it inside her. I’ve seen her take the candle; this is quite a bit bigger, and if I want to fuck her later, it’s a good size for a warm-up. Feeling a little resistance, I push as fair as I think is comfortable and then push a little bit farther until I see her toes begin to curl.
“Grip.” I remove my hand, and the remaining few inches of the vegetable hang suspended between her legs. “Good girl, now I’m going to beat you, and if you let go of that cucumber I won’t let you come. Understand?” She nods and shuffles to close her thighs. “No, keep them spread.”
Her brow crinkles, and she worries her bottom lip. I grab her chin and raise it so her eyes meet my gaze.
“Just the beginning, angel.” My words are softer, with an underlying encouraging tone that seems to instill some fire in her belly. She gives a firm nod and sucks in a steely breath.
I climb on the bed behind her, taking a strong position on my knees, arm’s length from her naked back and perfect ass. I pick up the belt and with my other hand I stroke my finger down the length of her spine once and then can’t help myself. I strike my palm hard across her ass cheek. There’s nothing quite so beautiful as a palm print on flawless skin. She arches back and I can see the cucumber drop, she instantly straightens and draws it back inside.
“God, you look glorious, and you are going to look so much more so when you are covered in welts. You have the ball; don’t forget to use it.” I swing my arm back and swipe it forward, the end it the belt strikes her hip, slashing a thick red line across her lower back.
I was right, glorious.
She drops her head back but keeps her body impressively steady as strike after strike, rains down on her skin. I feel like an artist gone mad with lust and a paintbrush. Marks of all lengths and varying depths crisscross her skin. I’m careful to avoid the kidney area; however, every other part of her is fair game. Her shoulders, her back, buttocks, thighs.
Lash after lash causes her to twist, contorting her lithe body within the constraints I have imposed. She glowing, and I’m painfully hard.
By the time I’m finished, I’m breathless, delirious, and a little in love. The belt slips from my sweaty hand. I slide off the bed, take the bottle of water, and offer her a sip. Her breathing is shallow, her eyes are glazed, and her smile is fucking breathtaking.
She’s fucking amazing.
She tenses when I reach between her legs, easing the cucumber out, it slips easily when she realizes I’m removing it and she no longer has to hold it there. She sighs, smiling with relief. I’m so impressed. I toss the vegetable, now glossy and slick with her arousal, on the bed. It must have been agony holding it in there. She motions for more water, and when she’s finished, she juts her chin. It could be a challenging cue; however, the glint in her eyes makes me think she’s just enjoying herself and wants some more.
Okay, then, let’s step it up a level. I take the candle and light the wick. She grins. I know she’s not afraid of a little wax play; however, in this instance, it’s not the wax I need, it’s the flame. I take the peeling knife from the tray. The blade is incredibly sharp and passing it through the flame, I can make it two things, sterile and hot. I blow the candle out and hold the blade between us.
“You have the ball?” I ask, my voice so gravelly I hardly recog
nize it. She squeaks the ball once. Her throat bobs and freezes mid swallow when I place the tip of the blade at her clavicle bone. Lightly dragging it down between her breasts. There’s no cut, but the blade still leaves an instant red line from the heat. I reach the end of her ribs, and she’s holding her breath. I tilt my head to one side. Her eyes lock on mine as I tilt the blade and draw my first line. The slice is small, not deep, and creates a burst of dark, glossy red liquid set to spill from the wound. Tricking in a single line toward her belly button I bend close to quickly capture the first drop. My tongue sweeps up to the cut, wiping the wound clean, and when it fills again with her blood, I let it fall. I do this on the other side, small lines of agony that make her drip. Not blood. Pure arousal seeps from between her legs, so intoxicating, it’s all I can smell.
All the plans in my head of torturing her to test myself, to see if this was real, evaporate with the overwhelming need to fuck, just fuck. I slash at the restraints, her arms flop to the side, and she collapses onto herself. Her wounds have already begun to close up, but I push her flat on her back to inspect my handiwork. She needs to be okay before I fuck her into next week. I use the edge of the towel and some water to wash the smears of blood. The darker streaks vanish, and when I wipe her skin dry, there’s barely a mark on her. Her skin glows with fading welts and burns. I’ve never seen a canvas like it.
A deep groan rumbles in my chest when she whimpers at my soft touch when I cup and squeeze her breast. “Don’t close your eyes.” I reach back to the tray for the ice. She jumps at the first drop of freezing water that lands in her stomach. I trace the cube swiftly and lightly across her skin, leaving a thin trail of liquid along the edge of her hip bone, up her side, touching the curve of her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts. Her skin prickles with the chill, and she trembles and gasps when I circle her nipples. I drop the cube in her belly button, and she bites back a squeal, her back arching slightly, and the muscles in her legs flex and tense.
I pick another cube and palm it, sliding it down her tummy and in between her legs. She jerks, opens her mouth with a silent cry, and her eyes scrunch tightly shut.
“Open your eyes.” She tilts her head to look at me. I am now perched in between her legs. She pants, and tries to calm her riotous body with some steady breaths. She meets my imperious gaze with her searing one. “Cold?” I blow on her folds with warm breath but slide the cube over her glistening entrance.
She shivers, a visual confirmation of her plight.
“Would you like me to warm you up a little?” My warm breath kisses her core, and her hips tilt fruitlessly to try and edge closer to my mouth.
Her eager nod makes me smile, and I swipe my very warm tongue along the length of her silken, soaked folds. Her legs clamp around my head, an effective attempt to prevent the further onslaught of pleasure or perhaps maintain it. Either way, she slumps back in frustration when I quickly pull back.
“My way, angel. Understand?” Even to my ears it sounds more like an order.
She gives a sharp nod and maintains my gaze. She smiles and her mouth forms a silent ‘O’ when I suddenly sink two fingers inside her. Her eyes are like saucers and her little chest is frantic with rapid pants. I slowly pump, with a scissoring, twisting movement, and the heel of my hand rests with precision and perfect pressure on her clit. I rub gently while curling my fingers round and do the same to her sensitive inside. She bucks wildly when I hit her G-spot. Her whole body is a trembling erotic display of perfection. Her arousal is dripping onto the bed sheets, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside her.
Just one more thing. I move my face close, kiss her inner thigh, and move slowly to where my fingers are working their magic. Each kiss closer to her core is a little harder; I suck the flesh a little deeper until I can feel her vibrating with erotic need. I draw in a heavenly breath, and I’m saturated by her sweet aroma. I bet she tastes like ambrosia. My fingers slide from her wetness, and I am on her like a starving man. I kiss, suck, and pull her tender folds into my mouth. I work my tongue like a viper, sweeping and licking every part of her. Her musk drives me like a rapid beast, and I can’t get enough. I press my tongue flat against her clit, letting her hips roll against me. I’ll give her this much. Her hand flies to my hair, and her thigh muscles lock around me. I can feel the tension in her frame as her orgasm begins to take hold. Her legs start to tremble, and when I push two fingers back inside and suck hard on her clit, she fucking detonates. Her body seizes, convulses and bows off the bed in a perfect arc. Warm liquid trickles from her and I lap it up, nectar and musk. I can’t get enough, and I can’t wait a second longer.
I kneel between her spread legs. My rock hard erection in one hand, I lean over her and swipe my cock from her entrance to her clit, up and down several times. Her eyes fix me, pleading and fierce with lust. I sink inside in one thrust and she cries out. Her silence is pained. Her muscles contract like crazy and take me completely by surprise. Her thighs flex and clench, her back curves and her hands grip my hips like they are her lifeline. She comes hard around my cock and it takes all my resolve not to follow her release. I pump gently inside, easing her down, her gasps turn to silent whimpers and inaudible sighs, her body limp and sated.
Rolling my hips, I continue to stroke into her, a gentler pace but ball achingly deep. However, when languid becomes unbearable and my thrusts become more pounding, more urgent, more feral, I love the way she feels around me. I shift up the bed and rest my hands on either side of her shoulders. Her body undulates beneath me, grinding with me, meeting each thrust with erotic abandon. I stop before it’s too late and pull out. I fist my cock and continue to pump hard. Our eyes train on the thick ribbon of come that shoots from me onto her tummy, the force splashing the edge of her breasts. I pitch onto one arm, and with my free hand, I smear my essence all over her skin… this is my way.
Closing my eyes, I roll onto my back, shaken, breathing heavily, sweat coating my skin. If I could form a rational thought, I would, but I’m too fucking high to process how fucking amazing I feel right now. How good she felt, how fucking perfect. Everything has shifted. I feel different. I feel happy. I feel alive. The bed shifts with movement, and opening my eyes, I have to laugh. This amazing creature that has me utterly bewitched is kneeling up next to me, an excited, expectant expression on her face, and her bright, piercing eyes are fixed on my still hard cock. What the hell? Why not?
“Be my guest.”
I wave my hand in the general direction of my staining erection and watch it swell a little more when she bites her bottom lip.
She faces away with her back to me and raises her hips. She wraps her hand tightly around my thick girth and slips the head of my cock between her molten folds. She sinks down hard and throws her head back with a deep exhale. Twisting her head round, she flashes me a cheeky wink and starts to pump her tight little backside up and down my cock. Her back drops in a sensual curve as she leans forward, resting her hands on my legs above my knees. I could stare at this view forever. Soft round flesh bouncing and rippling with each impact drop against me, an erotic little grind against the base of my cock before she lifts herself almost free. My head is a mess, bombarded with the strength of feelings I’ve never allowed myself to experience before, I’m suddenly struggling to identify any of the benefits of my way.
She hovers for perilous seconds, which feel like agonizing hours because I know just how good it feels to be buried inside. Lucky for me she is no hurry to deny herself. She drops down and repeats, increasing the pressure each time at the base of the journey and steadily increasing her pace.
I sit up so I am flush to her back, and her sweet little body glides against my chest as she moves. I slide one of my hands around and grab her breast, cup her neck with the other and twist her in my hand to meet my eager mouth. She sighs, her breath washes over me, and just before our lips touch, I throw my head back and yell.
“Fuck!” I moan and the moment is gone, and I’m awash with a mix
of loss and relief. It’s too much, too soon. I can’t. I’m not sure what I expect to see reflected in her eyes, but I’m more than happy with what I do see. Her lips are curled with pleasure, and her eyes shine with pure lust and fire. She wraps her hand around my balls, grips and tugs.
As fucking turned on as I am, as close as I am… She may control where I get to come, but she is not controlling when I get to come. I jerk my hips roughly, breaking her rhythm and making her grasp my thighs to keep her balance.
She looks nervously over her shoulder.
“My way,” I remind her and watch her eyes, so dark and guarded, almost back and inscrutable. But her face is an unfathomable mix of nefarious confidence and vulnerability. “As you well know.” My tone is a warning. I am under no illusion that she isn’t fully aware of what she is doing. I push my hand flat between her shoulder blades forcing her more forward and onto her hands. I slap her glorious ass cheek with a playful strike and dig my fingers into her hips. I re-take control.
Loud slick sounds of skin colliding, and desperate gasps fill the room. Her muscles grip me like a vise, scorching hot and coating my cock with her arousal. She feels like molten silk and takes me so fucking deep I want to die right here because I know this is heaven.
My hand slips between us and I gather some of our wetness, slicking my fingers enough so that, when I press my thumb to her tight entrance it slips easily inside. I barely get my thumb inside to the knuckle when her muscles start to clamp down. I curl it round and stroke the thin layer between my thumb and my cock, which causes me to swell inside her just that little bit more. I didn’t think that was possible. She crashes over the edge. No more breaths, no more movement, well, no external movement. Her body is taut and tense, silently riding wave after wave of euphoria. I feel each crest because her body saturates and spasms around my shaft. Shuddering, she draws in ragged breaths, coming down from her high as the pleasure ebbs. I pull her back onto me, hitting her deep inside and doing exactly what I had hoped.