Unorthodox Chemistry

by Lilah E. Noir

  She moaned and tossed her head back when I hooked my fingers into her wet cunt, grabbed the thick foxtail and pushed it deeper inside her. Her walls were soft and coated with silky wetness, a fragrance I could never mistake, even with the aromatic wax lingering in the air. She clenched her muscles tight around me when I picked up the speed of my fingers and gyrated the plug to ease her even more. Her hands clasped into fists and she barely balanced on the swinging chains.

  Slick, profuse juices were gathering in my palm when I pulled out to give her pussy lips a loud slap. She let out the first real scream of pleasure for the night, parted her legs wider and raised her ass. The foxtail was brushing against the bulge in my pants while her naked body was dancing and her feminine crotch was grinding against my evasive fingers. That was the moment to tease her, never give her that deep, intimate touch. I let go of the fur I'd been clasping, spanked both her ass cheeks and let the warmth of the mild pain spread through her system.

  She leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bust and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples.

  It was just my imagination but it felt like the elements outside were playing voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking, new thunder shattered the air. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover's wild screams.

  If she only knew what was waiting for her, what delicious screams she would make, how much further I would push her into her own madness.

  I pulled away, leaving her in that position, with an arched neck and back and shamelessly open legs. Her spine trembled and she opened her lips, desperate to call out my name, to beg me to come back to her. Still, she didn't utter a word.

  She wouldn't have to wait too long for her next fix. I moved to her front and picked up one thick candle from the dining table, one of the few that weren't scented. Lina closed her eyes and indulged in a moan, loud and full of longing and pleading. Her hips moved rhythmically. Was she trying to allure me or that was just the call of lust?

  I left the candle next to the base plate and came closer, keeping my steps as light as possible. Lina pulled my fingers deep inside her and closed them between her greedy walls. She raised her head and looked at me with such a pitiful expression, her lips forming one needy please I had denied her from crying out.

  Her surprise scream echoed inside me when I stole her breath in a hard, possessive kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and three more fingers inside her, folded in a duck shape to open her up. My digits were pushing her elastic walls open and stretching her while I feasted on her bruised lips and wrestled with her tongue. She was hanging in her shackles, no longer struggling, and parted her thighs wide to accept it all.

  Lina's desire poured inside me like liquid fire that fueled my confidence. I yanked her hair hard and forced her to look at me while I drove my closed fist past her juicy entrance. She panted and stared up at me. Her lips opened and tried to get to mine again. My grasp around her locks grew stronger and I tugged them so hard it made her wail in pain. When I twisted my fingers in her womb and fitted my fist inside all the way to the wrist, the agony written on her face fused with pleasure.

  Our foreheads pressed together and she leaned on me, trembling, barely balancing on her toes. That time I gave her a tender, caring kiss while I was pulling out of her. My fingers stopped right at her entrance, hitting the sweet spot that always turned her into a sopping mess. A few tears ran down her cheeks when I jabbed my thumb at it. I sank my teeth into the crook of her neck and left a hard bruise on her delicate flesh. She screamed out and took a shaky step towards me. The harder I bit her skin, the louder she moaned.

  I folded my fingers again and slid them deeper until they brushed her cervix, using how soaked and loose her muscles were. My hand was fucking her but this time there was no horror, no memories, just her body pulsing in the same rhythm as mine. Her eyes were calling and begging me not to stop. I leaned my head against her chest and kissed her nipples. My tongue flicked across the hardened buds and trapped them in the enamel cage of my teeth. I sucked and coated them with spit before I sealed them in a wet kiss.

  Lina grew even wilder. She thrust her legs forward to make me slip deeper as if she was challenging me to rip her apart. Her growls were like the wind outside as I fucked her, and her creamy white juices were overflowing and bathing me with how profuse they were. She bared her teeth and swayed in a savage rhythm, gloriously naked, with a beautiful sheen of perspiration that coated her pale skin.

  I kept licking and nibbling the hard buttons of her tits, my hand still twisting inside her. Each brush against the roof of her pussy made her wail like a succubus. The beating heart of her cunt pounded around my fist. She clenched her jaw and tightened her muscles around it. She squeezed her insides faster to match my rhythm. Her juices were dripping all over the leather cushion and all over my wrist.

  Her poor, abused clit was pulsating, and showed the lust of the woman thrashing in her shackles. She no longer tried to restrain herself and surrendered to the call of her boiling blood. The dark, insatiable passion drove her to impale herself harder on me.

  She closed her eyes tight when I pressed the pulsing point of her clit between my finger and thumb. I pulled my joined fingers out just enough to rub her sweet spot and mercilessly grind it with their tips. That was the moment Lina tossed her head back and arched her body in a final, piercing yell as her cunt erupted all over me.

  That was when I dropped down to my knees and sucked on her clit, devouring her squirt and swallowing it all. She was still screaming in sync with the storm outside as her delicious fluids gushed all over me. I drank her orgasm, thrilled with my success, for pushing her boundaries and stretching them just like her slippery, fertile womb.

  When I withdrew myself from her soft, reddened cunt lips, my face and shirt were coated with her essence, as spicy as ginger, wet and gooey. I wiped some of it and pushed two fingers into her open mouth. She licked them clean and stared back at me with wild eyes. Her knees were quaking and if it weren't for the cuffs that shackled her, she'd probably have collapsed.

  Do you want more, you insatiable vixen?

  I took off my drenched shirt and used it to wipe my face. Her fierce, lustful expression, clenched fists and the thick liquids flooding down her thighs were like a shot of adrenalin. As if we were fucking right outside in the pouring rain while the thunder crashed around us.

  Sweat on a female body never did it for me but the glistening sheen that coated her heaving breasts and stomach, and the flexing muscles of her forearms made her so fucking sexy. It needed a little something to make her really shine and warm her up for the next stage. I threw the shirt away, picked up the candle from the floor and careened it over her heaving breasts.

  The first drops of white, vanilla colored rivulets ran down her tits, framed the nipples and poured over her stomach. It was burning hot at that point but Lina took it with a wide smile and tried to bend her body even more. She was stroking the snap hooks but didn't try to push them open while her body swayed on the bondage frame. The luscious, burning beads were rolling down her flesh and solidifying. Lina reveled in the sensations with closed eyes and features contorted with pleasure while I decorated her flesh.

  I remembered the stage performance at The Fortress and her face while she was watching. Her tears had been flowing just like the wax drawing spirals on her flesh.

  I blew the candle, left it in a small plate on the nearby chair and tilted my head to kiss the purple blotches forming on her neck.

  "So beautiful." She shivered when I whispered in her ear and reached out to fondle her breast. "I want to hurt you more."

  Lina opened her eyes, as glazed and dark as before, and nodded slowly, as if she was high, with a lazy, lascivious smile. I ran my tongue alon
g the droplets of wax down her breasts and looked up, fixing my eyes on hers. The lust made her beam with life and energy but I noticed something else.

  Trust.

  Surrender.

  That invisible, soundless please resurfaced on her lips. I simply kissed her and moved away just to admire the despair and ache on her features.

  The quirt was lying on the chair next to the smoking candle on the plate. It was a simple, short whipping tool of braided red and black leather strings with a sturdy handle. While I was packing my equipment on Friday night, I thought of taking the bullwhip but I decided against it after some hesitation. It'd been too long since I'd held one, let alone lashed it on anyone's exposed, vulnerable flesh. Lina was overwhelmed enough as it was.

  A good and concerned top would pause the scene, give her a break before they continued.

  No breaks.

  My pet was still howling like a wild beast caught in a trap when I approached from behind. She tossed her hair back and it fell in deep, dark waves down her shoulder blades. It nearly got to the swinging foxtail. She looked positively savage in her abandon.

  It would be such a pleasure to tame that magnificent beast.

  I gathered her damp locks and moved them over her shoulder, down her breasts to reveal her back. Milky white. Pristine. Untouched and mine to mark.

  The quirt's handle was wet and slippery in my hand. The old fear hissed like the voice of a snake at the back of my mind.

  Would I stop?

  Where was that blurred line I was never meant to cross?

  Fierce, dark energy was taking over me. Lina was calling with every bit of her being. Her shining, glorious figure was dancing and begging for the next push.

  I gritted my teeth and started with a few long, warm kisses down her spine. Each one made her shudder and give me another sweet moan. She tried to move back and press against me but I held her at arm's length with a firm touch on her shoulder.

  "Stay still, pet," I whispered in her ear before I moved back and lashed the quirt against her shoulders. Lina yelled when the edge of the leather stung her skin, and bowed her head. Her hands clutched the chains above her and the muscles of her back vibrated and tensed in expectation of the next hit.

  The quirt hissed in the air and each time it landed down her exposed back, she'd lose her balance. Her glistening, sweaty body soaked in cum, was slowly turning pink.

  Make her bleed, hurt, suffer. Mark her.

  My hand trembled and I nearly hit myself with the quirt. Her reactions, the pain, the shudder of arousal each time the quirt added another pink stripe--it was so beautiful and I didn't know how to stop.

  Lina felt my pause and raised her hunched shoulders. She rattled the chains and moved back with an abrupt thrust. Her body was tense just like every time she was really close to the edge.

  The whip cut through the air and landed down on her butt cheeks. The foxtail took most of the hit but a beautiful stripe was forming on the two moons. She mewled out when I repeated the pattern on her shoulder blades and warmed them up. I flayed her harder until the moans of pleasure retreated and gave way to sobbing. Her body was quaking and she choked on her own tears.

  I quickly moved to her front, moved the hair away from her face and raised it to look into her eyes. My heart was beating with a frantic worry. When she looked at me, it was not with the haunted gaze of a wounded animal. Lina was crying but her eyes were filled with vivid emotions.

  She assaulted me with an aggressive, hard kiss and pressed her tits against my chest. Her wet cheeks smeared me, and the pointed peaks of her nipples were getting harder against my own bare torso.

  It was too much. I had to have her or I'd explode. I needed to feel our connection on every level, be inside her in every sense.

  With only two movements, I clicked the snap hooks open to release her from the chains. Once she was no longer shackled, Lina nearly collapsed. I gripped her hard by the forearms and lowered her to her knees over the leather cushions.

  The soundless please was back to her lips when she raised her head to look at me. I gave her a brief kiss on the forehead, walked away from the cube and left the quirt on the table. Lina stared at me, helpless on all fours as if expecting my next command. She didn't try to move even when I released her.

  I sat down on one of the large, cushioned armchairs by the fireplace and crooked my finger at her, beckoning her to come closer. Lina smiled, moved her ponytail aside so it was falling over her breast and crawled to me.

  When she got to my feet and took a kneeling position, I caressed her hair and slid my thumb into her mouth.

  "Such a good girl. So obedient," I said in a calm tone with a smile on my face. "Good girls like you deserve a reward."

  I wasn't sure if she understood a word of what I was saying to her. She sucked on my thumb and devoured me with her hungry eyes. The pink stripes across her back and thighs were glimmering, and the candlelight enhanced their bright color. I unzipped my jeans, took my cock out and gave her a sign to sit in my lap.

  She obliged happily, climbed on the chair and pressed her boots on both sides of my knees. Her bare pussy quickly drenched my hardened shaft. When I reached out to touch her clit, she winced and gritted her teeth. After all the pounding and intense play, it must've been so sore, tender...

  My hands reached out for her hips and brought her closer so I could grind her along my cock's entire length. The sensation of those slick, sweet lips, and the pain etched on her face each time I hit a sore spot was enough to make me cum, just as the gentle sway of her breasts.

  Outside, the storm calmed down and faded into distant thunder and gentle rain. We were just getting started. I grabbed her foxtail again and went back to twisting it inside her tight back passage. Lina leaned forward and mewled softly in my ear as she moved her hips faster in spite of the pain.

  Funny... the whole time she was my sexual submissive, I never asked for a lap dance.

  She raised her ass in a wild, less than graceful movement and rubbed herself on me. Our naked bodies were clashing and grinding as I played with the sex toy in her ass to widen it for me.

  It'd been way too long since I'd given her that dirty thrill.

  I gripped her by the hips, lifted her in the air and laid her back so she was resting on my chest. She whimpered when I kissed her neck and opened her mouth once again just to close it with a tortured sigh.

  "Shh..." My lips moved to her ear while I pulled the butt plug out of her without any effort. The gorgeous red fox looked like a natural part of her but now it was in the way. "I know what you need, little one."

  She coated my shaft and tip with her slick juices. Still, I slid three fingers inside her and collected more of her nectar. Once I lathered it all over my length, I pressed the throbbing head to her gaping anus and whispered in her ear, "You're on top now." I kissed her ear and whispered with sarcasm, "Fuck your ass for me, pet."

  The puckered star of her ass gave in easily after all the play and probing we'd put it through. Lina cried out in shock and surprise, and moved her hips awkwardly so I'd slide deeper inside her. I was holding her by the hips and guiding her down but let her do all the work. That sweet illusion she had any control of the situation made me throb harder inside the tight walls closing around my cock. It'd been so long since she'd wrapped that satin tight hole around me.

  My balls slammed against her soaked pussy once she finally impaled herself on me. She missed the moment when I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the pocket of my jeans. They'd been resting quietly there the entire evening, waiting for the moment to strike. Lina cried out when the steel bracelets locked around her wrists, and she started fucking herself harder on top of me. I kissed her ear and whispered softly into it while swaying the keys in front of her face.

  "Shh... relax. You can speak now. If you want me to remove the cuffs, just say. It takes just... one... word."

  The key kept on dangling before her eyes.

  She didn't say anything, just squeezed m
y shaft inside her. The hard cuffs clattered around her delicate wrists.

  "Did you really have to keep the cuffs on all the time?" I rubbed my wrists. The red marks were long gone but they still felt sore and painful.

  Last night, he took the rough, metal bracelets off the moment we both came down from our mutual orgasm, but I felt their tightness and weight long after that.

  Thomas didn't look remorseful; he simply gave me his most charming smile. He took my feet and put them in his lap while I sipped black coffee.

  Last night, we skipped eating, too engrossed in our wild sex romp, too drunk on our fluids. It must've been way after midnight when our bodies couldn't take it anymore and we went straight to the bedroom. I vaguely remembered falling asleep wrapped in his embrace with sweet nonsense whispers in my ear.

  The early morning found me in desperate need of caffeine and calories. I realized I was alone in bed and panicked for a short moment. Then the strong, deep coffee scent caressed my nostrils and relaxed my worried mind. I forced myself to get up, and trudged to the kitchen where Thomas was busy preparing our wake-up elixir.

  He was as disheveled as me, barely able to keep his eyes open. The moment I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his neck, I realized how much I had missed spending the weekend with him. It was so good to wake up on Sunday morning next to hims after a night of passionate, rough lovemaking.

  Just like the good old days in his house at Marina where we'd sheltered ourselves from the rest of the world.

  Thomas felt my naked body embrace him from behind and my hands on his chest. He caressed my wrists and pulled me closer. A soft sigh escaped his chest and we stayed like that for a while.

  I had no idea what time it was but the kitchen was getting cold. When I peeked out the window, the sky still looked gray and cold save for a few rays of sunshine breaking through the thick wall of clouds. That made me smile and I hugged him tighter, wrapping myself in the warmth of his strong body.