by Alyssa Aaron
His tongue probed slowly, stroking deeply into her mouth. She whimpered in the onslaught. It wasn't enough. She still wanted more.
She felt his fingers tangle in her hair, holding her head as his tongue probed slowly, in and out of her mouth. In her mind she pictured his cock entering her bottom just as slowly, just as smoothly. She imagined her bottom relaxing, opening, and allowing his possession just as her mouth had.
The heavy tight feeling within her center expanded and grew greedy. She wanted Slade. She wanted him to possess her, to own her, to master every part of her.
She wanted more than the rhythmic probing of his tongue. She whimpered beneath his mouth, a feeble pleading for more.
Finally he drew back. She moaned at the sudden absence of his lips and tongue as her gaze lifted to meet his. Her body resonated with the need for more.
The kiss had been nice but it had not been nearly enough. It had made her yearn deeply for his possession. But now she was separated from him, alone in the maelstrom of passion he had ignited.
He stroked her hair, his own breathing ragged. She looked up at him consumed with the desire to give herself to him, wanting him to own every part of her.
His hand slipped from her hair to palm her cheek. His thumb teased her jaw line. His gaze met and held hers. The desire to have him claim her, the desire to belong to him completely, was like a wild thing trapped inside her. She couldn't get enough. “Please Sir,” she whimpered turning her face into his palm, to press a kiss there. “Please make me yours ... all of me ... every part ... nothing held back this time."
Slade looked down at her, loving her, wanting her, his body aching to take the gift she offered. His cock throbbed and pressed hard against his pants, his hunger suddenly threatening his control, urging him to take her, to claim her, to make her his as she had asked.
He clenched his jaw, fighting back the raw, ragged, untamed need that tore through him. He wanted her beyond all thought, yet what he felt was much more than simple lust.
He wanted to possess her, to exercise his power over her, but slowly, gently, with the kind of care that expressed the depth of love he felt for her. He wanted to join power with control so that when he claimed her it was an expression not only of his dominance over her but also his need to protect and care for her. He wanted the very act to express his love for her.
The physical need to have his body enclosed in hers was overwhelming, and yet it was more than need and desire that drove him. There was the knowledge that with her simple, straightforward words, she'd finally asked him to master her.
In some deep part of him he'd needed to hear the words, uttered of her own volition. He'd wanted her to offer him dominion over her body, her heart, her soul, with nothing held in reserve. He sighed at last feeling complete in his dominant role. She'd given him everything, not because he coerced or goaded, but because she wanted to.
The heaviness of his responsibility to her ricocheted through him filling him with reverence and wonder and absolute determination to live up to the trust she had placed in him.
He fought the rough jagged edge of desire, not because he had to, but because he wanted to, because he wanted to give Kara more than a brief moment of frenzied passion.
This time when he made love to her there would be nothing he couldn't ask of her. She had surrendered everything. She was his to command, and yet he knew that every command, every request would be voiced to care for her, to express his love, to give her pleasure.
He clenched his jaw, fighting the desperate desire to be inside her. His cock strained against his pants, throbbing almost painfully as he stroked her cheek, his light touch at odds with the raw, naked desire coursing through his body.
He waited till her gaze rested fully on him before he spoke. “I want to introduce you to a little sensory deprivation. I know it's new and it might be a little scary at first, but I want you to relax and trust me, focus on the sensations. Everything I'm going to do is intended to make you feel good."
Their gazes locked, his burrowing into hers in an effort to decipher her feelings. He found her calm, almost serene in her submission.
"I would use a blindfold, but this is new for you. I don't want you to be without the ability to look around if you need to, so I will just have you close your eyes instead.” He stroked her arm lightly. “Okay so far?"
She nodded, looking up at him with eyes that had once looked at him with fear and dread but which now held only trust and passion. His heart swelled with pride as he looked down upon her.
"I want you to close your eyes now and keep them closed until I say otherwise. If you begin to feel uneasy and you need to look around to get your bearings all you have to do is ask. I will allow you to open your eyes but you are not to open them without permission, is that clear?"
She nodded, obediently closing her eyes.
"Good girl,” he whispered stroking her hair.
She trembled, absorbing his praise.
He stood back admiring the quiet way she stood, eyes closed, head slightly bowed. God she's beautiful, he thought reaching out to trail his hand lightly over the slope of one lace covered breast.
He enjoyed the soft moan as he stroked her through her bra. He loved the way she whimpered in protest when his hand drifted away, arching toward him when his touch returned.
He continued to touch her. He purposely did not stroke the same place any two times in a row. He wanted her to realize that he controlled her experience. He would touch her where and when he wished. He could give her pleasure or he could withhold pleasure from her. The power was his.
He wanted her to relax within his power, to trust him, to accept his power over her. He wanted her to abandon herself to the sensations so that she was suspended within them.
Kara moaned. It was like heaven and hell rolled into one. It was heaven when he touched her. It was hell when his hand drifted away and she was alone with nothing but the memory of his touch and the desperate desire for him to touch her again.
She hovered on the precipice, wanting. She thought of asking for the touch she craved, yet she held her tongue, trusting Slade to give her the pleasure she sought.
Please, please, please! She thought as she waited, silently praying for the next touch of his hand, for the next shower of pleasure that would cascade through her when at last he touched her again.
She began to feel uneasy after several moments had passed and he had not touched her. She stood still, trying to sense him in the room around her. The room was silent, there was no sound from him, nothing to hint at where he was or where he had gone. Had he left the room? Surely she would have felt him leave, wouldn't she have heard his footsteps, even with the thickly padded carpet?
She licked her lips nervously, wondering where he was. Why he had stopped touching her. She wanted to open her eyes, she wanted to look around, to see where he was. Suddenly he was there, his hands cupping her breasts from behind, his fingers massaging her tight nipples between his fingers drawing a sharp gasp of mingled pleasure and pain. She arched thrusting her breasts more deeply into his hands, wanting more of the intriguing mix of pleasure and pain.
"You were a very good girl, keeping your eyes closed all that time,” he said his voice loosening a scattering of tingles along the back of her neck.
She moaned deeply as his fingers tightened on her nipples, pinching, tugging, and rolling the tender nubs through her bra. The pleasure that spread through her began to coalesce into a hard ball of tension deep in her center. She could only manage a throaty moan as his fingers continued to pinch and pull. Her breath came in short gasps as the pain and pleasure merged and surged through her, carrying her higher. She felt her body tightening, in the way it always did just before she came.
"I know you're close honey, but I don't want you to cum yet. I want you to wait.” His hands on her nipples gentled. His touch grew light. His fingers were tender as he stroked a circle around and then over each pouting nipple.
She wanted to
cum. Her body was still tight with need, in spite of the fact that the sensation in her breasts had gone from the sharp bite of mingled pain and pleasure which had driven her to the edge of orgasm to a softer scattering of pleasure that radiated from her nipples making her want the sensation to go on forever.
"I want to move to the bedroom,” Slade said softly near her ear. “I want to tie you to our bed, like in the fantasy."
Her mind was already fuzzy with pleasure and the need for more coiled within her. The tight neediness within her deepened, contracting as he stroked her nipple through the lace of her bra. “Yes Sir, please,” she said her breath catching. She wanted nothing more than to abandon herself to Slade, accepting both the intense pleasure and the pain he would give her.
"I'm going to carry you there,” he said as he lifted her into his arms. “You have permission to open your eyes if you feel dizzy or disoriented."
She leaned her head against his chest as he carried her, basking in the knowledge that he loved her, that she was safe with him. She didn't open her eyes to reorient herself. She didn't need to see where she was going. She trusted Slade to take her wherever he wanted her to be.
He stopped in the bedroom, settling her on her feet and holding her until he was sure she was steady before he released her. “Sweetheart, I love the outfit, but it needs to go,” He said as his hands slid down her back until they rested on the clasp of her bra.
She didn't protest as he deftly unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders. His breath caught in his throat as the bra slid away revealing the smooth swell of pale breasts. He watched as the cool air of the room made the pink tips of her nipples tighten into hard nubs that begged his touch.
Instead of taking her with his fingers he bent forward, capturing first one nipple and then the other between his lips tonguing and sucking each one in turn. The sharpness of her moan as he clasped her hard nub between his lips laving it softly with his tongue echoed through his body making his cock ache.
With regret he withdrew from her breasts, his focus shifting to her panties and the desire to have her completely naked before him. He grasped the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down over her hips, and past her thighs. His eyes followed their slow hypnotizing descent as she was slowly bared.
His body shook with need as he gazed at her. She was beautiful the way she stood there, her body so open, her trust in him complete.
He dropped to his knees before her, his fingers reverent as they stroked the soft silkiness of her mound before he spread the soft outer lips of her sex, opening her soft interior to his fingers. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the musky scent of her desire that mingled with the soft womanly scent of flowers.
She arched toward him, moaning. He steadied her, placing his hands one on each thigh as he pressed his mouth to her sex. His tongue followed the path his fingers had taken, gently probing between the soft outer lips of her sex in search of the softer, moister interior.
He used his thumbs to part her feminine folds, opening her as his tongue stroked deeper. Her hands knotted in his hair, and he heard the soft silky moans that issued from her as he pleasured her. He licked and sucked, focused only on stoking her pleasure, intensifying her need, making her feel good.
He feasted, savoring the sensation of her smooth moist center closing around his tongue as he probed her feminine center. His cock pulsed with need, jealous of the path his tongue had taken. His tongue sank more deeply into her warmth. In his mind it was not his tongue sinking into her cunt, but his cock sinking into her tight ass.
He felt her body tighten, heard her breaths grow choppy as he continued to stroke her with his tongue. She whimpered. He could feel her need coalescing as she arched toward him, her muscles taut. She was close, so close. He knew one more stroke of his tongue; two at the most would have her careening over the precipice as the climax overwhelmed her.
It was too soon to allow her to cum. He wanted her to wait. He wanted her on the brink and needy when he claimed her sweet little bottom for the first time.
He was breathing hard, his own need pulsing within him as he slowed the ministrations of his mouth, easing slowly away. He would give her pleasure but it would be a slow climb. He would take his time building her pleasure and maintaining it until he finally allowed her to cum as he claimed her.
He got to his feet, but stayed close enough to watch the nuances of her expression. He knew he was stretching her, pushing her, taking her into territory that they hadn't ventured into before. He wanted to be sure he wasn't taking her too far too fast. He wanted her to be happy.
"Are you doing okay?” he asked.
She didn't answer immediately. He watched the expressions that chased one another across her face. With her eyes closed her expressions were more difficult to read but they were there none the less. Raw unbridled need, disappointment, frustration. “I need,” her voice caught. “I don't understand—"
His heart sank as he sensed her confusion. The knowledge that it was his fault she was confused settled over him. He should have known she wasn't experienced enough to know the reason behind his denial of her climax. She had no way of knowing that waiting would make it better.
He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. He held her silently stroking her hair as he struggled to find the words to clear up her confusion and ease the hurt he could see on her face. “I know you were close honey. I know you wanted to cum. God, I wanted to cum too. Still do,” he sighed.
He rubbed her shoulders, his hands making small circular motions that finally resulted in a small moan of pleasure.
"In all the times we've made love I have purposely only given you pleasure. I've always encouraged you to cum when you were ready. I've never asked you to wait before. I understand that you're confused.” He stroked her cheek, wanting her to feel connected, close, supported even though he was going to continue to deny her what she most wanted for a little while longer.
She pressed her face against his palm
"You submitted to me honey. You gave me the power to control your orgasms. I want you to wait until I am in your bottom for the first time.” He stroked her back. “I am not doing this to punish you or to tease you. I want the experience to be a good one for you. It will be if you trust me.” He stroked her cheek softly, then lifted her chin so he could kiss her. He kissed her gently, willing her to understand, to trust him for a little while longer. “Okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
"Good girl,” he said stroking her cheek and kissing her once again before he eased her onto the edge of the bed, urging her toward the center.
Her emotions were scattered as she lay in the bed, eyes still closed as she listened to Slade moving around the room. She heard the zip of a zipper, and the clatter of his change being dropped into the jar on his dresser. She could imagine him undressing. She heard him opening drawers and heard things being shuffled around. It was the first time since he had asked her to close her eyes that she was really tempted to open them. She couldn't fathom what he was doing, why he'd need to open so many drawers.
After several minutes she heard his soft even tread moving across the floor toward the bed. She felt the bed give beneath his weight as he sat down upon it. “How are you doing sweetheart?” he asked softly, his mouth next to her ear.
"I am fine Sir,” she answered determined to do everything she could to please him.
"Good girl.” His voice was soft, it stroked her senses but made her feel somehow distant. “Everything I am going to do is to increase your pleasure and mine. None of it is supposed to cause you pain or discomfort. If you want to stop for any reason, at any time, just tell me and I'll stop."
She nodded her head silently praying she wouldn't need to stop. She wanted to give herself to him, wanted to please him.
She laid perfectly still on the king sized bed, her mind spinning as Slade lifted first one arm and then the other, positioning both above her head on the bed. She felt confused and overwhelmed as h
e began to bind her wrists. It felt odd and a bit discomforting to have her hands contained so that she couldn't touch him when she wanted to.
When she felt him ease away from her she tugged at her wrists, testing the bonds, testing her ability to move. Her wrists were bound tightly together and then anchored snugly. She could not move them more than a few inches in any direction.
She had not really understood the reason for bondage before. But now, with her hands bound above her head a sense of helpless began to invade her. The sensation was at once exciting and frightening.
She felt Slade's hands on her ankle lifting her leg and moving it out toward the corner of the bed. There was the sensation of something being looped around her ankle then a tightening of the rope as he anchored her leg, effectively parting her thighs. It made her feel vulnerable and open.
She shifted on the bed, suddenly struck by how confined she was, how open, how completely helpless she was in this position with her arms over her head and her legs tied to opposite corners of the king sized bed. She was stretched out before him, open, vulnerable, his to do with as he pleased.
Nervousness began to invade her. A sense of uneasiness pooled in her stomach. The knowledge that he could do anything he wanted and she would be powerless to stop him slid over her. Her heart began to pound, her breath catching and making her chest feel tight. She found it hard to draw a breath deep enough to satisfy her need for oxygen. She was breathing rapidly but the breaths failed to fill her need for air. She struggled to relax, her mind struggling to locate Slade in the room. She needed to touch him, hear him, she needed his presence to steady her, to reassure her. Though she wanted to reach out for the solace of his touch her hands were bound above her head and she could not reach out.
She wanted to open her eyes, needed to open them. She needed to see him to know that he was there, that she was safe.