He was half way down the hall, when he noticed his playroom was ajar. His cock went from half hard to full mast in seconds. Jackpot! He took a deep breath in an attempt to control himself as he heard her moving around inside his playroom. Now I’ve got you, louloúdi mou. Pushing the door open, he slipped into the room. He immediately honed in on her. She was standing next to the counter examining the dark tote with silver accents he had carefully displayed with the new items Olivia had brought to him, along with several of his time-honored favorites: the inexpensive lotion that smelled absolutely divine, a black scarf, several candles, and more importantly a silver pinwheel. Everything a hedonistic Master bent on sensation play could want.
Clenching his fists, as she lifted the bottle of lotion to smell it, he let her explore, unwilling to interrupt her. Her reaction to each item he’d placed in his box of goodies would give him invaluable insight upon what to use on her. The lotion, he knew from his own experience, was a light blend of fruits and flowers complementing the sensual message oil Olivia had brought him. Although what had pleased him after he’d tried it on his own arm, was the reaction Zhenya had when she smelled the scent on him. She’d inhaled deeply and a dreamy expression had crossed her face. She was a closet sensation lover.
As she opened the bottle and rubbed a drop between her fingers, he fought to contain his groan. Even from his position by the door, he could see the sheen of lotion on her fingers, but he remained standing there silently observing, wondering what she’d select next. When she reached for the oil, he waited with bated breath. He was gonna lose it if she placed it on her body. He opened to his mouth to warn her, but other than smelling it, she set it back down in the basket.
“What on Earth is this?” She lifted out the silver Wartenberg pinwheel he’d tucked next to the oil. When arranging the basket, he’d imagined prepping her skin with the oil, then lightly using the pinwheel on her until she was moaning uncontrollably. She spun the spiked wheel on it before running it across her arm. That’s when he’d had enough.
“You’re about to find out, louloúdi mou.” Then he reached behind him, shut and locked the door as she spun around. Her eyes widened.
“Gabriel! I wasn’t…I mean I didn’t…” Her cheeks were flushed with desire, her nipples poked through the thin material of her shirt, even as her eyes remained downcast. The instinctive submissive pose she’d assumed sent more lust crashing through him. She was going to be delightful to break in.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Didn’t what? Mean to break my rule?” He moved closer until there were mere inches between their bodies, before taking the pinwheel from her fingers.
Chapter Twenty-One
Zhenya froze, every molecule in her being on high alert, as Gabriel took the little spur looking tool from her. In his large hands, she could only imagine how it would feel. Part of her wanted to beg his forgiveness for breaking the rule, but the naughty vixen was crowing inside of her - knowing that her Master was going to give her not only what she needed, but what she deserved. Her pussy grew more damp at the thought of finally being free from the lust which had been riding her hard, while at the same time her brain protested. She needed to ask him about some of the items in his basket. Like what does he do with those candles? Or that divine smelling oil I resisted putting on, because I couldn’t pass it off as something I found in his bath like the lotion
“I asked you a question, Zhenya.” The dark intrusion of his command pierced her musings. She glanced up and wished she hadn’t. The banked lust she’d witnessed most of the week was now raging in his gaze. She’d truly gone and done it this time. And she had no one to blame but herself. She’d known the rules, but had allowed her horniness and Olivia’s advice to push her into breaking the rule in question. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. He was either going to punish her or fuck her right where she stood. Her eyes darted back down.
“I’m sorry, Master Gabriel. You told me your playroom was off limits and I still intruded.” She licked her lower lip, determined to see her punishment through, no matter what it cost her. She peeked at him from under her lashes, as she tried to read his expression. Was it a trick of the light or had his expression softened for a moment. But then he schooled his face and he wore the same look her headmaster had when she’d got caught trying to skip class. His words dashed any hope of leniency she’d expected.
“Why would you come in here, knowing what would happen, sub? I thought I was clear in my rules.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir, you were. I was curious to see what you were into. Olivia said a sure way to know what you want from a submissive was by exploring your private playroom.”
He sighed. “Did she now? If you wanted to know, all you had to do was ask. But out of curiosity, after exploring what do you think my kink is?”
She shifted a bit under his gaze. “Bondage…” She nodded towards the bed and the restraints hanging from all four corners. “I didn’t see any whips, but you have several floggers, so perhaps some impact play.”
“True on both counts.” He moved closer, still toying with the silver spur thing. “And what do the items in the basket tell you, Zhenya? I put it together with you in mind.”
A frown crossed her face. “I’m not sure. The lotions and oil might suggest a massage, the scarf, well I suppose that could be used to restrain me…”
“Or as a blindfold,” he added silkily, rolling the spur over her arm. She whimpered at the prickling, teasing sensation over her skin. “Go on, what about the rest?” His voice was cool.
She glanced quickly at the basket. “The candles, I haven’t the foggiest idea - unless you’re planning on trying to insert them inside me.” She wrinkled her nose “Although I’d think a dildo would work better than a taper or one of those pillar things.” A shudder worked across her body at the size of the one crème colored pillar. It had to be at least five inches in circumference and nine inches long. There was no way she’d ever be able to accommodate something that size. Size queen she wasn’t.
“As delightful as the process of getting you ready to accommodate something of that size, I have better uses for them. Have you ever heard of wax play?”
Disbelief filled her. She’d heard of such a thing, but never had expected to engage in such a painful type of play. “You’re expecting me to let you pour hot wax on my breasts and…unmentionables?” She couldn’t help it, her voice came out as a squeak, especially when he leaned in until their faces were millimeters apart.
“I’m expecting by the time I’m done, you’re going to begging for just that.” His growl was muffled by her lips as he stole her breath with his kiss. Her hands rose to touch his shoulders, but were captured by his as he tugged her arms behind her back. Lost to his kiss, she didn’t realize he had her arms shackled with one hand, freeing his other hand to touch and explore as he wished, until he released her mouth to trail kisses down the column of her throat.
“Master…” Every nerve was alive with sensations as he raked his teeth across the hollow of her throat. She could feel him all around her. His hand circling her wrists, while the other one still holding the spur pressed against her hip, as he crowded her up against the counter behind her.
“Shhh…just relax, louloúdi mou, this is what I crave. Lose yourself to the sensations, feel the pleasure I can give you. All you have to do is give over to me. I’ll never cause you true pain.” The honeyed words shattered what little resistance she had left.
“Yes, Master.” She whispered the words before a squeak escaped her, as he lifted her up in his arms while sucking strongly on the collarbone bared by her shirt.
* * * *
As he savored the taste of her under his tongue, Gabriel pivoted, his destination the bondage bed behind them. He only hoped he could last until she came apart in his arms. He was riding the razor sharp edge and he needed to feel her around him, screaming out her pleasure as her body milked his to completion. It wasn’t until he lowered her to the bed that he realized he still
had the pinwheel in his hand. Spying the restraints at the top of the bed, a plan formed in his head; a way to keep his luscious little sub on the edge of release without sending either him or her over until he chose.
“Reach up and grab the posts, Zhenya.” He leaned back enough for her to move up the bed. As she slid up, he caught the edge of her yoga pants pulling them and her panties down her thighs and then off her legs. Her wide eyes told their own story. “Nothing hidden, louloúdi mou.”
Tossing the garments over his shoulder, he tugged off her socks, massaging the balls of her feet, while staring hungrily at the dark curls guarding her pussy from him. Eventually he’d shave those curls away but at the moment, he’d have taken her if she’d been as hairy as big foot, his cock was that hungry. Whether she moaned because of his words, or if he’d found a tender spot on the arch of her foot, it went straight to his head like a vintage bottle of his favorite wine. Releasing her foot before he did something he’d regret like sliding inside her pretty little pussy without giving it the homage it deserved, he moved to the head of the bed. Grabbing the first cuff, he opened it, and stared down at her.
“What’s your safeword, Zhenya?”
“Starfish, Master.”
He nodded. “Good. You say it - this stops, all of it. Understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, Master.” Her breath was raspy as he tightened the cuff around her slender wrist.
After checking the fit, he asked her to wiggle her fingers before moving around the bed to cuff her other wrist. He repeated the process then stepped back to stare down at her. Tied up on his bondage bed, her thin white t-shirt barely concealing her straining breasts and bare from the waist down, she was a feast for the eyes. Stripping off his shirt, he dropped it to the floor before walking back to the basket. Grabbing the oil, along with a pair of leather shears, he returned to the bed, snagging the pinwheel off the foot of the bed where’d he’d dropped it earlier.
Zhenya’s eyes widened when she spotted the shears in his hand. Sitting down next to her hip, he promised her a new shirt, and made a small cut in the bottom of it. Grasping the tear, he ripped it clean up the middle loving the sound of the fabric tearing. Smoothing the edges back, he stared down at her nursing bra. Deciding to leave it, he unhooked the small hooks at the top of each cup and peeled them down, loving the way the cotton framed her swollen curves, her light pink nipples pebbled as the cool air of the playroom teased them.
Then, pressing down on the pump, he squirted a generous amount of massage oil into the palm of his hand. “This’ll feel cold at first but will quickly warm up.” He soon demonstrated by rubbing the oil into both palms and gently cupping the lower curves of her breasts. She gasped as his oil slick fingers moved over every inch of her breasts accept for her tight little nipples. With the way she moving under his hands, he supposed the new sensations were driving her crazy, especially when he leaned in and blew a gentle stream of air over her.
“Oh, my God…Master… please?” Her eyes were squeezed shut as she lifted and twisted her torso, but was unable to get away from the heat inducing air.
“You feel it, don’t you, sub. The tingle of the ginger joining with the seductive scent of ylang-ylang and sandalwood? It smells so good on you.” He leaned in, then flicked the end of his tongue over one tight point, being careful not to get the oil in his mouth. He didn’t know if it was hazardous for consumption, but he wasn’t going to find out the hard way. He’d check later with the blender who made it. But not right now. He moved to her other nipple, loving the way she cried out in pleasure. Giving the nub one last lick, he backed off and blew another stream of air over both her nipples this time.
“Oh, my god! It burns…” she panted, trying to either get closer or away from his mouth. With all her twisting, he wasn’t sure which.
“Shhh. Is it too much?” He hoped not, because when he picked up the pinwheel, she was going to go through the roof.
She shook her head, stray strands of dark hair clinging to her face. “No, Master….aw…fuck.” She moaned when he lightly brushed the outer edge of her aureole with the spikes of the pinwheel. He frowned when she turned her head to muffle her cries against her arm.
Using his finger, he tilted her head back to him. “There’ll be none of that. I want to hear every pant, scream, and cry, sub.”
She licked her lips. “But Sophie…”
Understanding dawned on him. “Can’t hear us. This room is soundproofed, louloúdi mou.” He moved the wheel closer to the tip of her nipple loving the way she shivered and moaned. “You were asking earlier what this was, Zhenya?” He leaned in again and kissed her parted lips. “It is one of my favorite toys. It can tickle…” He drew the teeth up the sensitive underside of her arm. A cross between a gasp and a soft giggle escaped her. He smiled down at her. “Or it can bring pleasure…as you found earlier.” He drew it back across her nipple. “Or…”
Her eyes met his as he trailed it down her stomach. “Or what, Master?”
“Or erotic pain.” He moved it across her outer thigh before pressing a bit harder, until the metal was making an indent on her skin. Pushing it slowly across her hipbone, he watched her with narrowed eyes as her breath caught and a long pleasure-filled groan escaped her. Oh yes, I’ve definitely found my match - not even Sara responded like this to the Wartenberg. “That’s it baby, give over to it.” Slipping his hand between her thighs, he growled as he found her wet folds. Combing through the curls, he flicked his finger over her ripe clit before abandoning it to rim her opening. Her rising sounds as she rocked up towards him, were heady.
Easing up on the pressure of the wheel, he ignored her gasping pleas for more as he studied the faint red lines the wheel had left. Tossing it aside, he placed a kiss over the marks before thrusting his fingers inside her.
“Master!” Her faint cry of warning wasn’t lost on him. Lifting his head, he met her eyes.
“Hold it, Zhenya. Do not come yet.”
“I….I…yes…Master.” She bit her lip as she struggled to keep from falling over the edge. Even as she tried, he could feel her body struggling with his order. Obviously his ‘no masturbation’ decree had been harder on her than he realized, as her face contorted with the effort to obey.
He wasn’t a hard-hearted man. “Poor baby.” Crawling between her thighs, positioned himself on his knees before hooking her legs over his arms. “Come for me,” he ordered before lowering his head, cupping her ass and bringing her to his mouth. Spearing straight into her warm folds, he tongue-fucked her as she screamed. The full-fledged scream was music to his ears as he moved up to tug her clit into his mouth. Lashing it hard, he wanted to send her higher than she’d ever gone. Flicking, licking and nipping at her, he sent her back up the mountain, wanting her to come again for him. Riding the razor edge of release himself, he wanted her right there when he sheathed himself inside of her.
“Oh my God! Master, please!”
Hearing the sexual hysteria in her voice, he dropped her back to the bed, and clawed at the closure of his jeans. Finally shoving and pulling at the metal tab and zipper, he was able to shove the constricting cloth far enough down his cock was able to spring free. In a haze of lust and need, he pulled her back up and sank over half of his length into her, smiling savagely when her eyes rolled back in her head, and her muscles surrounding him quivered, jerked, and released.
“Fuck yeah, come again, little subby. Milk my cock with those muscles.” All his control stripped away, he pulled out and thrust back inside gaining depth with every thrust. His chest rose and fell like a bellows as he released nearly eighteen months of celibacy in her willing body. Even still, he was aware of her: her tear streaked face, the deep flush creeping up her chest, her kiss swollen lips, and her desperate cries as she skated along the line between pain and pleasure. Keeping his thumb over her clit, he rubbed her in time with his thrusts. The familiar tightening in his balls warned him he was close to filling her full.
Finally unable to stall h
is release any longer, he ordered her to come with him, rubbing her clit hard as he unloaded with a roar. Pleasure jolted its way up his spine even as he grew thicker inside her. In response he felt her wetness join his.
“Gabriel!” Her panicked cry had him pounding hard against her as the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm forced him even higher.
“Not enough…” he gritted out, falling over her, her legs falling to the side as he moving frantically against her. His body needed more than one measly orgasm. Sucking the nearest nipple into his mouth, he continued to fuck her, his teeth and tongue torturing her until the warm spurt of her milk against his tongue, and her legs locking around his waist sent him careening over the edge again. Dark pleasure beckoned. This time he allowed it to sweep him away.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Oh my God, Master.” Grabbing her pillow, Zhenya covered her face to muffle her moan as Gabriel straddled one of her legs, propped her other leg over his shoulder, and forged deep inside of her. She had to be quiet. She kept repeating the manta in her head. They weren’t in his playroom. In the dark of his bedroom, she could barely make out anything, not even Sophie’s Pack and Play, but Lord could she feel. The rasp of his sheets against her side, the slow slap of his hips against her inner thigh, the wet wash of his tongue over her toes. She bit down on the pillow as she tried to squirm away, but straddling her the way he was, she was pinned and forced to take every sensation he doled out.
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