Her fingers finally finding themselves nestled in her soft red velvet curls, the sweetest elixir wafted through the air as busy fingers found themselves teasing, tormenting and undulating in rhythms that she dreamed were Kyle’s hungry, ravenous tongue. She moaned effortlessly unable to hold back, her filthy mouth opened and the first words she uttered were filled with liberation;
“Oh God yes this feels so, fucking, good.” Kyle’s grasp cinched in tightly as Jess swooning fell back even more, her thighs spreading so freely unable to stop this feeling of overwhelming pleasure that has seeped into every limb from her burning core.
“Taste yourself and describe it to me.” His hands fell to her swelling breasts, she smiled at the wicked command, her busy fingers swirled into a hypnotic river of sweet ambrosia, moaning scandalously she laughed and plunged her fingers deep inside, pulling them out after fucking her warm tight cunt, instantly Kyle jolted her. Turning the chair around abruptly with her still inside of it, and slamming her thighs apart cruelly making her squeal in shock more than pain. Her blood red lips parted to indulge in the honey coated fingers of pure heaven, and in that moment Kyle unable to wait plunged his tongue deep inside her making her gasp as if she’d had her throat slit in a single swift annihilating moment of sudden death. His moans filled the room never had he tasted such a sweet otherworldly flavor before.
His awakened mouth was watering as he tried with all his concentration to not lose focus from this vivid dream world she’d created for him, but the hunger that in invoked deep within his hunting soul created such a difficult parallel. He could see her body bucking and writhing, her hands finding ways to recreate his tongue as best as she hoped for dream time’s sake to convince herself that he was feasting upon her flesh like it was the last meal he’d ever have on this earth. He wanted to wander up his hidden passage way, and find himself opening that special door that lead right into her closet, how torturous this game had turned wishing he could ravage her from erotic sleep to waking ecstasy, knowing that it would turn into sheer nightmare. Once more he refused to allow this idea to take hold, he had far better plans for this rare breed of woman he found so captivating.
Jess’s sleeping fingers found their way to her lips, Kyle found himself overwhelmed, with every sense intoxicated. Her taste so sweet and vivid in this powerful interlude that he felt drunk from just the taste of her. She bucked wildly unable to stay still for long his tongue penetrating her deep, teasing and tormenting her g-spot until she was unable to hold back, her body cumming so hard that an entire geyser of sweet juice erupted all over Kyle’s lips. His mouth felt warm, sticky and wet in dream sequence and awakened state, leaving his rock hard cock so stiff that pleasure in this surreal conscious state turned to pain with little room for air let alone this erection that ached for Jess’ tight warm inviting hole, displayed in a patch of summer honey dew. His firmly placed elbows lost their position on his knees as his hands fought to unzip his jeans. His cock bursting forth dripping with precum, he groaned in unison with the part of himself that was still devouring her pussy in her carnal dreamscape.
Each time he buried his face into her sweet little mound the more his cock raged craving to be inside her, every warm inviting part of her. Her hands furiously gripped his head, he could feel her nails dragging along his scalp, tearing at the back of his neck wanting more of him, and he felt enraptured in two worlds of pleasure. As the trickle of blood formed along the back of his neck and tense right shoulder, he felt the same beads form underneath his jacket. Her thighs grasping to close from the sheer build of pleasure about to burst forth once more in waves of satisfaction. She came once, twice, three times, four, harder and longer everlasting these feelings of pleasure continued to wash over her endlessly. She couldn’t help but scream she never felt such visceral release before, it was excruciatingly painful, and all the while entirely satiating.
Kyle’s wakened eyes looked at the screen before he could see the sheets between her thighs moisten with silk honey spun from the trembling limbs of his future concubine.
She surrendered to his explorative touch. Feeling his strong hands glide across her torso, dancing across her ribs and the undersides of each breast. Watching her head fall back in ecstasy, her mouth contorting and opening widely moaning his name;
“Kyle” without hesitation.
He gripped her firmly by her waist, embracing her with one fluid swoop of his arms. He stood her up out of the chair, while gripping just beneath each sumptuous ass check. Walking her towards the dresser with large sweeping mirror, reflecting her luscious hindquarters that overflowed, in his expansive grasp. He placed her with thighs wrapped around his strong legs onto the sturdy wood. Kissing her neck and gripping the delicate fold between each thigh and her sticky pussy he relished in every moan that was mixed with pleasure, pain and the fear of a swift beating heart that might ultimately stop beating.
Biting at her breasts, he slid each strap of her bra off of each shoulder. The silk felt like heaven. Slowly soothing her sexually tense body, and making her fall deep into an intoxicated trance space. Leaving her logic filled mind succumbing fully to this more than wanted submission. She felt his hands reaching behind her, his eyes watching her body tremble as he unfastened her bra. Kissing her face, her lips and chin he couldn’t stop tasting her, feasting upon her soft sweet skin. She smelled of red roses in the dew kissed morning of springtime, layered in a rich scent that filled his mind with the ancient queens of empires from centuries long since passed.
With each moan she felt the hooks of her bra loosen delicately, her heavy breasts began to descend. The very moment the fabric left her body the chilled Colorado air bit at her nipples just long enough to harden before finding themselves in Kyle’s warm mouth. His eyes devouring her beauty as his lips pressed against each nipple feeling them swell. Her gasps escaping each touch was wanted so badly for far too long. Her body could barely endure even the gentlest of touches. Even these intensely satisfying moments of pleasure were strung together between each nuance of vulnerable time that left her body hurting, aching, wanting for nothing in this world than to feel him inside of her. His moans of pleasure were felt as well as heard echoing through the wood paneled layers of this haunting hotel. She tasted as sweet as honey soaked in bourbon adorned with raspberries. He trailed down from her breasts tasting her skin, little beads of honey soaked sweat traveled down her stomach to her fragrant mound. Her mound that his hungry mouth craved to gorge himself on. His hands began to pull at her slip realizing it was skin tight for a very sinister reason. She began to laugh a little, smiling her eyes twinkling green, always green when she was hungry, blue when she was sad, but never could she imagine herself finding sadness in his enthralling presence.
“Oh you think that’s funny do you?”
Kyle maintaining his observing gaze, waiting for her response. Biting her lips she leaned back gripping the dresser with her hands bracing herself for what may very well be brutal punishment, leaning down to match his provoking eyes she found herself mere inches from his face,
“I must admit, a little.”
She attempted to lean back cockily bantering with his primal side in such a state would’ve been deadly for any other whore, but she wasn’t just another fuck toy, there was something magnetic, powerful, enchanting about her, that felt combustible. He’d feel, her fire burning on his scorching skin all the way down to his soul tonight. Kyle violently reached for her neck standing her up and peering into her eyes, her heels no longer touching the floor. Now floating on the tips of her toes, her eyes bulged maintaining contact with his wondering, what would happen next?
“Ah, you want to play? We’ll play.”
Her head swooning back her body languidly fell into his arms before she could gain her footing once more, she found herself flung forward at the foot of the four poster bed. She tried desperately to flee but he instantly overpowered her, pulling her footing out from beneath her she g
ripped the bed and heard him stand his heavy feet. Firmly planted his strong hands swiftly, effortlessly removing his belt, in that moment Jess’s knees gripped the bedding and he shoved her ass down, grunting as if the wind had been knocked out of her, she began to cough. Feeling his hands wrapping her wrists together and then to the left corner of the bedpost, the buckle cinching into place leaving her completely immobile. As she kicked her body bucking trying to find liberation, Jess found herself captivated by Kyles luminescent blue eyes, She looked out the window to see the snow kissed covered mountain tops, endless forest of green fir’s and pine shrouded by a veil of fog settling in, she realized that darkness soon approached and this night with her hunter was far from over.
“Now where were we? I believe the lady owes me a drink.”
Leaning in kissing Jess on the cheek in an affirmation of adoration he walked over to the bar and pulled out a glass. Pouring himself a nightcap as promised in his original invitation to this mysterious meeting of the minds, Kyle sat down at the chair where Jess was just bleeding her soul onto paragraph after paragraph.
“Now then, you mentioned you wanted to turn your novel into a movie, but I see here you’re not quite finished just yet.”
With arms crossed and bound, Jess lying topless on her stomach with stockings, heels and black slip still on, she smiled turning her head over her right shoulder towards Kyle;
“Yes my publisher seems to think I need a bit more experience before I can finish this book and then hopefully hire you.”
His awakened mind connecting with hers, “She’s a writer.” Realizing that connection was one of many that inspired an instant fondness for Jess he smiled peering back into her dream; while Jess still slept peacefully now enraptured in her wildest dreams. Kyle seeing the fear in her eyes realizing that he was reading her roughly written work responded.
“I realize I’m putting you in a very vulnerable position right now, but this is the experience you need, do you trust me?” Jess laughing and biting her lip once more trying to suppress the urge to defy him with her charms;
“Are we speaking about these lovely bindings that you have me in? Or my soul that you’re touching right now without permission?”
Kyle instantly leaned back slowly moving the liquid around in his glass delicately.
“You do want my help, that’s why you brought me here? Or are you looking for experience?” Jess replied shyly;
“Both.” Kyle smiled;
“Well it requires me to delve deep within that beautifully dark mind of yours to see what experience, if any that you’re missing before I can even hopefully take on such a project. Am I understood?”
Jess turning red, never had she wanted to share her work with somebody before. But at the same time this visceral feeling of exposure left her nauseated at the fact that he held her entire being within the palms of his delicious hands, just mere feet away and there was nothing she could do to halt such an overwhelming violation. Kyle continued to read, each time his hand clicked down to the following page, Jess bit her lip, wondered and waited anxiously as drops of dew kept washing over her entire body and her fragrant cunt filled the room with the most appetizing scent for his carnal being. He was enraptured in her novel, reading it swiftly unable to stop;
“You make it awfully difficult concentrating with that delicious pussy of yours trailing under my nose, tormenting me to come back for more.”
Kyle peered over his left shoulder to see her response, she smiled wickedly looking down and then away coyly playing like a fox with a starving hound in the thick woods of Sussex during hunting season. She crossed her right leg over her left at the ankle, arms still bound tightly above her making it difficult to find comfort. Kyle laughed at her comical, animated face and continued to read long into the night, taking a pad of paper nearby writing notes every so often.
“You’re killing me.” Jess said hours later as he couldn’t stop reading. He stood and shut the curtains, Jess watched the brightest stars she’s ever seen vanish behind them. The lights were suddenly on and the room was illuminated where Kyle was still fast at work. Jess started to grow tired, her eyes heavy she fell asleep hearing his hands every so often writing notes and clicking to the next series of pages in each chapter.
By three a.m. she awoke to the sound of Kyle gently closing her laptop. His drink long since finished along with a few glasses of ice water. Jess peered into his eyes fearful of what critique was about to come her way. He smiled with such ease that she felt his generous energy seeping over her body which was now ice cold and slightly shivering.
“You’re a brilliant writer, it usually requires me much longer to read someone’s work, and I can see a few areas that experience would suffice in nurturing your growth, not only as a writer but as a woman… as a sexually liberated woman.”
Kyle stood from his chair, slowly removing his coat and placing it on the back of it, he stretched kicking his boots off and removing his socks tossing them across the room in various places. No longer needing to unbuckle his belt as it was already put to good use, keeping Jess immobile in illustrious restraint. Her eyes watching his silhouette unbuckling his jeans hearing the sounds of jeans being maneuvered over legs, knees and finally hitting the floor. His form so foreboding, an ominous presence for any woman who wasn’t ready to be ravaged by the beast inside of this powerful and brilliant man.
Jess blushing kept watching as his boxer briefs continued sliding off his body, with utmost difficulty as his hard cock made it nearly impossible to remove them. She could smell his carnal scent lingering in the air, feel the heat of his blood coursing through his veins and radiating in steel furnace like certainty. Her skin ice cold, her fingers numb from lack of blood and clothing were pale, wishing she could warm them on his hot flesh. She wanted to say so many things to him, she had such a filthy mind to share but for some reason no words came to them now. She was too in awe of his power, she wanted to feel this power all over her body, roughly, without relent, even when fear and the desire to flee arose; she ached to be obliterated by his touch unable to find reason or logic behind this masochistic thrill. She waited as his shadow approached the lights were so dim, that only the nuances of his haunting facial expressions were seen beside his debilitating shadow.
As he crept slowly towards the foot of the bed where Jess’s ankles delicately fell from. His hands removing each heel and gently placing them on the floor so easy that she couldn’t even hear him, only feel the soft release of formerly bound feet. His knees placed on either side of her body slowly crawling on top of her, his arms reaching for her bindings. His weight and scent upon her, his cock hard and pressed firmly into the back of her pert slip shaped ass. Raging against the delicate fabric, feeling as if it would cut through it and fill her ass completely in a single thrust of hunger.
He leaned in releasing her wrists from the belt bindings, massaging them and rubbing the blood back into them, the burn intensely coursing back into each digit, his warm hands encompassing her delicate fingers bringing life back into them after hours of frozen stasis. Before she could feel comfort from such an attentive measure she felt his hands locking her back into her bindings, much firmer than before her arms stretched out entirely in front of her Kyle leaned down straddling her wrists with his grip now firmly resting on her body. Watching her beautiful face being shoved into the ornate fabric made him harder, seeing her embrace, such wanted torture was invigorating to a soul that was usually kept in deep slumber. Kept within a self-sustained hibernation ensuring those he loved were well nurtured and alive, while the darkness inside of him continued to surge starving, no matter what he fed it to keep it at bay.
His lips opened with calculated measure, “You will be silent, that is if you can, I want to see just how much restraint you’re actually capable of. Is that clear?” Jess’s face delicately pressed into the comforter red stained lips parting in utter subservience to his will.
“Yes my Lord.” Unable to move, barely able to breathe Jess spoke clearly with unabashed desire. The arousal and near orgasm shuddering in her voice as she responded caused the intoxicating pheromones of both creatures of the night to radiate filling the room with musk’s and floral scents making her lips, both pairs swell. She felt his body descending back to the floor, as his feet found themselves firmly planted. Jess found her present resting state take flight as Kyle’s powerful hands gripped the top of her slip each hand on top of her hips, fluidly pulling it off in one solid motion. She was airborne for a moment her arms jerking her to stop as Kyle removed her slip.
Her ass spilling out beckoning for teeth, fingers, cock and whatever else Kyle could imagine. As the silk fabric made its way gracefully down each thigh, calf, ankle and foot it fell effortlessly to the floor on top of the pair of heels that were gently placed aside just moments before. She felt his hands reach for garter belt clips and stockings that danced down the back of each thigh. His fingers delicately working the fabric over his fingertips, each one falling to the floor, she felt his breath on the back of her legs, his lips kissing her ankles and heard his muffled groans. His boxers were painfully tight, she heard his hands effortlessly tearing his shirt off. Jess moaned wishing the mirror beside her revealed more than just a Godly shadow of a man possessed with power and capable of using it whenever he willed.
Kyle did his best to maintain his grip on reality, connecting with such a powerfully erotic mind was more than he’d ever endured in this existential state. Momentarily opening his eyes to see her arms above her head wrists placed firmly over one another, her soft silken breasts falling out of their covered paradise of silks, velvets and goose feather filled comforters. Her luscious, inviting thighs parting as her teeth bit down on her lips, he saw her left leg move down toes curling, when did he have his cock out again? Before he could keep his focus on his wakened state he found himself feeling those thighs between his as he straddled her naked bound body in that haunting hotel room. Seeing those blood red toes of hers curling in delight feeling his weight upon her.
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