English Vice

by Lolita Lopez

  The vibrator vanished and in the next second, Cy’s fingers touched her ribs. He tickled her until she had tears in her eyes. Jas felt her body slip from the heights of ecstasy to the aggravating discomfort of his fingertips running up and down her rib cage. Soon the vibrator touched her clit again. She quickly forgot all about the tickling until she hovered on the verge of orgasm again and Cy’s fingers returned to her sides. He played his twisted game until she called out their safe word.

  “Brown, Cy,” Jas breathlessly pleaded. “Brown, please!”

  In an instant Cy’s touch changed. He gently caressed her sides and set aside the vibrator. He plucked free the clothespins compressing her labia. Blood rushed back to the sites. Jas’ toes curled at the sensation of pain mixed with relief. His lips danced across her still-tender buttocks and the small of her back. Jas shuddered under the delicate softness of his kisses. His teeth grazed her plump ass cheeks and nibbled along the backside of her thighs.

  The stool legs scraped loudly as Cy shoved them back a few feet. Suddenly without support, Jas grunted as she felt the full weight of her body’s suspension from the ceiling ring. Cy laughed and gave her a little push. She swung back and forth, the biting sensation of the leather straps heightened as she hit the apex of each forward and backward movement. Cool air whisked past her wet pussy, highlighting the slickness and heat.

  Smiling like the Cheshire cat, Cy moved the stool almost back to its identical place. Jas heaved a sigh of relief but then whimpered with aggravation when Cy took a seat upon the rectangular top. He reached for her calves and pulled her toward him. Hands gripping her ass, Cy held her to his mouth. At the first contact of his tongue, Jas moaned. For the chance to have Cy eat her cunt, she’d brave this suspension all night. His tongue licked up and down her lips, teasingly darting between them and making her shiver. His lips settled around her clit and he sucked the tender bud into his mouth, swirling his lips over it until her legs trembled. She only wished her hands were free so she could hold his head just there, just like that.

  “You like it when I suck on your clit, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Like this?” Cy slurped her clit between his lips again and flicked his tongue against the nub.

  Jas nearly died from the overload of sensations. “Unnhhhh!”

  “Or this?” He flattened his tongue and wiggled his face side to side. Thighs shaking, Jas sucked in a sharp breath. Cy smirked and continued torturing her with his tongue and lips. He paused just long enough to slip three fingers into her mouth. “That’s it, baby. Suck on them. Get them wet.”

  He pulled them free, her saliva glossy on his skin, and then plunged first one finger and then two into her slick channel. Jas gasped at the sudden invasion of her pussy. He thrust slowly but hastened his pace as he continued his oral assault on her clit. When he added the third finger, stretching her, filling her, Jas thought she’d pass out. He buried his fingers in her cunt, fucking her fast and hard. Her mouth hung open as a long-denied orgasm swelled in her core.

  Only this time it felt different. She’d only felt this strange, almost-frantic sensation once before with Cy. That time, she’d begged him to stop, shouted out their safe word, terrified to follow through with what threatened to be an earth-shattering experience. This time, Jas embraced the unknown, the terrifying, and gave herself completely to Cy’s manipulation. She knew he wanted it for her, had been dying to give it to her all this time. And now here it was.

  The orgasm that rattled her body was unlike anything she’d ever known. Her eyes rolled back as she came, her entire body bouncing in its bonds. Toes curled, she screeched like a banshee as she came all over Cy’s fingers, her juices drenching his hand and wrist. He made a triumphant sound and continued circling her clit with his tongue and pounding his fingers deep inside her, making sure to bump the swollen spot just there in her canal. Jas felt her heartbeat skip as she inhaled a shaky breath. Her orgasm peaked, dipped a bit and then skyrocketed again. She gushed once more before slipping into a fuzzy place where she could barely breathe, let alone think.

  When Jas came down from her post-orgasm high, she was shocked to find herself flat on her back on a thick floor mat. All the straps and ropes were gone. Only the plug remained firmly in place. Cy’s big, warm hands massaged her legs, encouraging blood flow to the areas previously restricted by the leather straps. She hummed under his deliciously sensuous touch.

  Cy’s gaze flicked to her face. He smiled wryly. “I thought I’d knocked you out completely. Had me worried there for a bit,” he admitted. “All right now?”

  “Perfect,” Jas purred, and reached for him. Cy straddled her hips and caressed her face before lowering his mouth to hers. She breathed in the musky scent of her sex and tasted her flavor as they kissed.

  Cy pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “Would you like to stop or keep playing?”

  She didn’t hesitate. “Keep playing.”

  “You’re sure?” She nodded and he kissed her again. “Have it your way.” Winking, he clambered off her and walked over to the table holding his various toys and gear. He picked up a handful of medium-length ropes, scissors, his—and her—favorite vibrator and a condom. Kneeling down on the mat, he placed his armload near her feet. He reached over her head and grabbed a bottle of cold water. “Sit up.”

  His arm curled around her shoulders as she sat up. She licked her dry lips as he unscrewed the cap and placed the bottle against her lips. As she satisfied her thirst, Cy’s fingers brushed gently against her neck and shoulder. His concern for her safety and comfort touched her as always.

  When his thumb brushed a stray drop of water from her lower lip, Jas finally realized what she’d misunderstood all along.

  Since the beginning, Cy’d always shown her complete consideration and gentility between and during their kinky scenes. He’d been showing her his affection—his love—all along. She’d just been looking for the grand gestures. Really though, it was the little things that counted.

  Cy set aside the water bottle and pressed his hand against her chest, gently pushing her onto her back. Jas complied, wondering what delightfully sinful game he had planned next. She watched him unwind a length of rope and move toward her left foot. He wound the hemp around her left ankle and made a series of intricate twists and knots. After repeating the same tie on her right ankle, he took the dangling ends of the ropes in hand and walked toward her head. Jas’ eyebrows furrowed as her ass was forced straight up in the air, her knees perpendicular to her shoulders, toes touching the mat. Cy made quick work of hooking the rope ends to rings attached to the mat’s edge.

  Jas grunted as she squirmed and tried to find a comfortable bend to her spine. She quickly realized there wasn’t one and cursed her inflexibility. She would have shaken her fists at the yoga gods but Cy was busy winding ropes around her wrists and securing them flat on either side of her body with enough tension between her wrists and the rings at the opposite end of the mat to make it impossible to lift them.

  As Cy walked away, Jas inhaled measured breaths, forcing her muscles to relax and accept their new position. Fighting it would only make it worse. She glanced toward Cy’s returning form and nearly choked. One of her least favorite toys dangled from his hand—the hog slapper.

  Jas whined softly as Cy took up his flogging position.

  “Shh, my little pain slut,” he practically cooed. “You’re going to love every second of this.” His hands smoothed over her bare cheeks. He grasped the base of the fuchsia plug and slipped it in and out of her. She moaned at the sensation of being stretched by the silicone toy. Cy pressed the plug back into her hole and stepped back.

  Her eyes closed a millisecond before the rubber-tipped leather flaps of the slapper smacked her right cheek. She squealed at the unreal sting of the double flaps whacking against her skin. Cy rubbed his hands over the red splotch. That only made it worse. He switched to the left cheek, flicking his wrist just so as the slapper came down on her
. Again, she shrieked.

  Wiggling her toes, Jas flinched between blows. The bite of the leather brought tears to her eyes but made her pussy ooze. Prickly heat spread across her skin and deep within her muscles. Her clit pulsed with each slap. Tingles fluttered through her belly. She panted and cried out a litany of exclamations. “Uhh! Uhh! Ahh! Ahh!”

  Cy unexpectedly stopped his punishment and tossed aside the slapper. He squeezed her pulsing ass in both hands. Jas shuddered at the overwhelming wave of pain. Then his thumb brushed across her clit, setting it alight. He worked her clit with the pad of his thumb while continuing his deep-tissue massage. Keeping his thumb in place, Cy moved his other hand to the anal plug. He worked it in and out, sometimes torturously slow, sometimes fast and hard. “Do you want me to fuck your ass, Jasmine?”

  At the gruffness of his tone, a thrill rippled through her. “Put your cock in my ass, Cy.”

  He snatched the condom from the mat, tore into it and hastily applied it to his thick penis. Crouching over her, he slowly pulled the plug from her anus and replaced it with his cock. He didn’t bother easing his shaft into the tight hole but knocked the breath from her lungs with the first thrust. Legs thrown back, pussy and ass fully exposed, Jas was completely vulnerable to his whims.

  Cy wasted no time in taking her, fucking her hard and fast, just as she liked it. Jas moaned with encouragement, urging him to go faster and deeper. He gave exactly what she wanted. His grunts and heavy breathing made Jas so hot for him. She loved seeing his neck tighten and jaw tic. Knowing she was the only one who could give him what he needed, drive him so close to the edge, invigorated her with power.

  Bending forward and reaching down, Cy grabbed the vibrator from the mat and turned it on. He pressed it to her clit. At the shock of vibration, her asshole tightened around his cock. He groaned. “Who owns you, Jasmine?”

  “You do!” Pleasure rippled through her chest. Cy owned her. He had since that first day.

  “Who do you belong to, Jasmine?”

  “You, Cy. Only you…”

  “You’re going to come for me, Jasmine.”

  “I am.” There was no question or doubt. He commanded, and she followed his order. The coil in her belly sprung without warning. Electric shivers shot from her clit through her womb and up into her chest. She gyrated wildly as Cy held the vibrator against her clit and kept his dick buried in her ass.

  When she could take no more, Cy switched off the vibrator and let it fall from his hands onto the mat. Carefully he withdrew from her body. Cock standing at attention, he cut her free and scooped her up from the floor. Like a gallant knight, he carried her across the room and placed her neatly in the center of the folded-down bed. He chucked the condom in a bedside wastebasket and climbed in beside her.

  There were no words spoken as he situated himself between her thighs and slipped inside her silken heat. Jas kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her hand on the back of his neck. He rocked against her ever so gently, filling her physically and emotionally. His nose pressed against the curve of her throat as he held to her tightly. She sensed the change in him, the need to be held and loved so completely.

  “That’s it, my love,” she whispered reassuringly. “Just like that…”

  Cy shuddered at her words. His lips were on hers again, his tongue dipping into her mouth, his fingers cupping her face. Sensually, tenderly, he made love to her as he never had before, giving himself so completely to her. She could barely contain her bliss. Cy broke their kiss and held her gaze as he found his release, his thrusts rapid and deep. Jas clung to his shoulders as his hot cum filled her. For the first time, she understood the mingling of their fluids as the stunningly beautiful event it truly was.

  When he finally shifted off her and onto his side, Cy hauled her against him, clasping her tightly to his body. Jas pressed her ear to his chest and listened to the calming thud of his heavy heartbeat. Eventually his fingers drifted to the rubber band securing her braid. He quickly disposed of it and untwisted the strands. She sat up to help him, shaking her head to loosen the curls and waves. Jas’ hand rested on his chest and he trailed his fingertips up and down her arm.

  “Did you mean it?”

  Jas caught the seriousness underlying his casual tone. “Mean what?”

  Cy’s fingertips stopped. He caught her gaze. He looked positively frightened. “Do you belong to me?”

  “Yes.” Her immediate answer coaxed a broad grin from him. Seemingly relieved, he sat up and kissed her with such passion it made her toes curls. When he pulled away, she touched his face. “And do you belong to me?”

  “Always.” Cy pressed his lips to her forehead. “I love you, Jasmine, and whatever my mistakes, I think we can make this work.”

  “Our mistakes,” she gently corrected. “And I know we can.”

  Cy’s smile warmed her heart. “Stay?”

  Shocked, she asked, “Tonight?”

  “Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.”

  About the Author

  Lolita has been writing naughty tales to entertain friends for years because, seriously, how else was she supposed to fuel her co-ed procrastination? Study organic chemistry or pen a quick story for her girlfriends? No surprise that she’s on a sabbatical from college, eh?

  A newlywed, Lolita lives in Texas with her paramedic husband. If not snuggling on the couch with her husband while tapping away at her laptop, Lolita can be found roaming her local bookstores, sipping cocktails with her closest friends or carrying on conversations with her favorite plants.

  The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and e-mail address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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