The Sleeping Serpent: A woman's struggle to break an obsessive bond with her yoga master

by Luna Saint Claire

  Nico pulled the plush golden bedspread off the king size bed, letting it spill to the floor, and guided Élodie, still wearing her bra and black lace thong, to the edge of the bed, then knelt on the floor in front of her. Leaning in, he kissed a path from her left knee up her thigh, to the top of her mound, then playfully flicked his tongue around and into her navel. She reached out for him, cupping his head in her hands in an attempt to bring his head back up. Refusing her, he ordered, almost gruffly, “Relax, Élodie, while I taste your sweetness.”

  Restless, Élodie leaned back on her elbows and tried to breathe normally as she felt her heart racing, ready to explode.

  Kissing his way around her abdomen, he trailed his tongue down the inside of her right thigh. Her wetness growing, she squirmed and moaned in frustration. Taking his exploration of her very seriously, Nico massaged her pussy over the top of her thong, sweeping over her clit with his thumb to feel her heat.

  Élodie arched her back, letting out a whimper.

  Lifting the thong, he slipped one finger inside, pressing into the opening of her pussy, “Ah…you are dripping wet. I’m going to lap up all of your juices.” He tugged the obstructing garment off, and placing his hands on her knees, spread them apart, splaying her open to him. Smiling, he commented admiringly, “I love to see a natural woman. It is very sexy. Not like a little girl.” Her pubic hair framed the glistening pink flesh. Bowing his head, he leaned into her, licking a path to the mouth of her pussy, then running his tongue around her velvet folds and along the seam to the opening. When he probed the entrance with his tongue, Élodie’s breath hitched, and groaning, she rose up to meet him as he darted his tongue in and out.

  He plunged his tongue deeper into her, hooking it upward to lap her juices as they flowed. Feeling her tension grow and her legs stiffening, he tore his mouth from her. Crying out, she reached up and laced his hair in her hands, trying to hold him to her. “Ne cessez pas! Please…don’t stop,” she begged.

  Cupping her buttocks in his hands, he nuzzled into her. “Shhhhhh, baby. Shhhhhh.” The warmth of his breath so close to her pussy had her squirming.

  Élodie inhaled deeply, then let out a sigh and a small whimper. Nico flicked his tongue over her clitoris, then licked it tautly, sending shock waves through her body. Placing his mouth over the tender nub, he began sucking, pulling it between his lips. Arching up, she cried out his name. Never had she been tortured and ravaged in this way. As he nibbled and sucked on her nub, he inserted two fingers into her swollen, dripping pussy and began to fuck her, curling them upward and moving them in a come-hither motion over her G-spot. The juices ran down his fingers as he licked and sucked her clit. Her hips bucked and he felt her tightening—climbing higher. Panting, she begged, “Nico…please don’t stop.”

  “I love the way you taste, Élodie. You are a feast that I cannot get enough of.”

  He couldn’t wait much longer, and began sucking harder at her clit while his fingers worked their magic deep inside her pussy. He felt her go rigid, then shudder. She cried out, squirting into his hand as she came undone.

  “Ah, baby. I knew you would squirt for me. You were so ready.”

  The intensity of her climax was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Never had she squirted while coming. She hadn’t known it was possible.

  He knelt down in front of her. Spent, Élodie watched him take hold of his cock—his eyes dark, green pools that glowed from within as if projecting moonlight. Enrapt, he pulled his hand down toward the root and back over the tip, his fingers wrapped tightly around his width, until the head mushroomed and the veins were bulging.

  Her breath increased, and she could feel a tightening coil in her belly as he readied himself. Leaning up, he pressed the head of his dick to the entrance of her pussy, steadying her with his hands on her hips. She laced her arms around his shoulders, bracing for him. Slowly, but forcefully, he plunged into her glistening, wet pussy. Wrapping her legs tightly around him, she gasped as he hit the back of her. Still feeling the hypersensitivity from her orgasm, her pussy quivered as he filled her. Burying his head into her hair, his breath became ragged as he fucked her with a frenzied desire she had never felt before. Plunging over and over, he drove harder and deeper into her, growling in agony. Each time he hit that same swollen sensitive spot inside, her body quaked repeatedly, sending her rocketing up to meet him. She adored being possessed by this man as he powered into her with a fevered passion, claiming all of her. He grabbed her hair as he dove into her, and her eyes locked on his as she felt the rippling waves of another orgasm overtake her, watching the pain and pleasure on his face when he ejected hot jets of semen into her.

  Nico collapsed and lay with his dick inside her. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him to her as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Feeling his cock twitch, she clenched the muscles of her pussy to keep him inside. Fiddling with his hair, she wound the dark locks around her finger contentedly.

  Nico nuzzled his face into her neck. “I could stay inside you forever.”

  Élodie wasn’t sure how long they lay there together. Partially awake, she felt him move inside her. Then his lips found hers and their tongues clashed, pirouetting around each other. Élodie couldn’t take her eyes off of his.

  “I can’t get enough of you. I don’t ever want to let you go, Élodie,” he purred.

  They made love again—slowly, with much less urgency. Stroking her hair, he kissed her eyes, then her neck, down to her shoulders, as he moved his body in harmony with hers. They climaxed together; this time an endless, deep, pulsating unraveling within her. He did things to her body she had never felt before, and that she knew she would never find with anyone but Nico.

  In the morning, they stood on the terrace looking out over the lush gardens and blue water. Nico spoke sadly. “I only have a few more days here. I have to go back to L.A.”

  Élodie leaned her head on his shoulder. “I know, baby. But I will come there next week. I have many clients in L.A. We can be together often, and you can meet me in Paris and Monaco.”

  “I don’t want you to see anyone else, Élodie. I want us to be together. “

  “Nico, I don’t have anyone else. There is no one. I have never felt this way, and I have no need for anyone but you.” Élodie couldn’t believe her own words, but as she said them, she knew she spoke the truth to herself, and to Nico.

  “I can’t stand the thought of not having you every day, touching your skin. And your smell…the way your pussy smells to me…it’s intoxicating. You’re like a drug that I must have every day. Come with me, Élodie. I can’t leave you behind.”

  “Nico, I will follow you. I have to go back to Monaco and finish up some business. Then I will come to L.A. in just a few days. You’ll see.”

  She turned to walk back into the room, and Nico caught her by the hand, drawing her to him in a lingering kiss.

  “I have to shower,” Élodie murmured. “See,” she said, pointing east, “I have to get over to the museum on Saadiyat Island for a meeting, and you are making me late.” She laughed softly, reaching up to push his hair back off his face. “Don’t you have someplace important to be?”

  Nico huffed, “I do…” but he left his destination unspoken. “A car is picking me up soon. So, yes, let’s shower. And I will try to keep my hands off you!”

  Élodie cleared her throat mockingly, knowing neither of them would be able to control themselves.

  The traffic from LAX had been torturous, and the privately owned black Escalade finally pulled up in front of Amaru Yoga, “Voici!” The uniformed driver retrieved her luggage from the back of the SUV and opened the back door, helping Élodie out.

  “Oui, bien. Merci.”

  The driver offered to wait, but Élodie thanked him, assuring him she would be fine. Nonetheless, he waited until she stepped inside before he drove away.

  She called out to Nico, her suitcase click-clicking as she rolled it across the polished wooden fl
oors. Hearing her voice, he emerged from the back room. “You’re so late, I‘ve been waiting for you.” He was barefoot, wearing black yoga pants and no shirt.

  “That’s OK. I knew you were here. I told the driver to go.”

  Nico stood looking at her as if she were an apparition. “I can’t believe you are finally here.” He looked her up and down and smiled. “You look beautiful.” Taking her in his arms, he kissed her softly, twirling her hair that hung in a long ponytail. Taking the handle of her suitcase, he guided her. “Come, let’s get you some tea. Are you hungry?”

  Élodie followed him. “I’m feeling a little sous le temps. How do you say…under the weather. Maybe décalage horaire—jetlag. I’m sorry. I am too tired to speak English!”

  Nico nuzzled her, kissing her neck.

  “I will make you some of my special tea. Come.”

  Élodie looked around the dimly lit studio. Ethereal music played softly, making her feel as if she had stepped into a different world. Passing by, she peeked into a small room with a low slate-topped table, the walls covered with photographs and shelves filled with pottery and glass jars. She would have stopped to look inside, but Nico was steps ahead of her as they walked through his office and into his apartment. He left her suitcase near the door and escorted her to his seating area. “Relax. I will make you tea and something to eat.”

  Élodie excused herself. “May I?” she asked, pointing to what she hoped was the bathroom.

  Nico apologized. “Oh, of course. Take your time. Do you want to take a shower?”

  “Not just yet. The tea sounds good.”

  Nico put the water on to boil, taking down two mugs from the shelf. He added ingredients to the black iron tea pot on the counter—sassafras root, eleuthero ginseng, shaved ginger, a few drops of Echinacea, a scoop of loose peppermint tea, and what looked like several fresh green bay leaves. Carefully measuring out a powder from a small canister, he tapped it into the pot. Crushing vitamin C tablets with a mortar and pestle, he also added them, along with some açai berries. When the kettle boiled, he added the water, letting it steep.

  Élodie emerged from the bathroom and stepped out of her classic Fendi pumps. Hanging her Balmain blazer with satin lapels and gold buttons on the back of a chair, she opened her suitcase. Slipping off her pants and cream silk blouse, she changed into a pair of comfortable black leggings and a white Chanel logo T-shirt. Then she huddled on the sofa, wrapping herself in a throw blanket that had been draped over the side. Nico poured the tea concoction into two mugs and carried them over to the coffee table, along with a plate of empanadas. “I made these today while I was waiting for you.”

  Élodie looked at him incredulously. “Really? You made these?”

  “Yes, of course. Mine are the best. They’re still warm.”

  Élodie picked one up, taking a bite. “What’s inside?”

  “Seasoned beef. It’s simple. I cook onions and add cumin and paprika. Here, drink the tea. It will restore you,” he said, handing her the mug.

  Nico sipped the tea along with her. Élodie shivered, and he nuzzled her, rubbing her shoulders. He followed her eyes as she looked around the room. When she spotted the guitar, she asked, “Do you play?”

  “Drink your tea. I will play something.” He picked up the guitar. “This is a well-known vals criolla. “La Flor de la Canela,” cinnamon flower. It is the unofficial anthem of Lima. It’s been covered a lot.”

  He began playing tentatively. It was a simple waltz, and he fingered the chords as he strummed in a one, two, three; one, two, three waltz tempo. His singing was soft and restrained. His neck arched gracefully as he leaned over the guitar, his thick dark hair falling forward over his face and a soft curl framing one of his smoky green eyes. Élodie swayed to the rhythm of the waltz, watching him closely. Peering up at her from under the errant lock of hair, he played more fervently and his serenade became more impassioned. His voice, deep and husky, cracked slightly when he hit the high notes.

  When he finished the song, she clapped delightedly. Nico put the guitar down and hugged her to him, his hand sliding up her thigh as he drew her onto his lap. “How are you feeling? Any better?”

  Élodie felt blissfully contented. “Yes, I feel a comforting warmth in my body,” she cooed, “What is in this tea you made?”

  Nico chuckled softly. “Now if I told you, it wouldn’t be my secret.” Pulling her down so that she straddled him, he looked into her eyes. His hands in her hair as he kissed her, he pulled on her lip playfully. “I missed you, Élodie—my princess.”

  “Why do say that? Princess…”

  Running his tongue along her lips, he whispered in between tantalizing kisses, “Um…I think I will change it to queen—my Arabian queen of the desert. There, is that better? We met in the desert. I can see it now, can’t you? The big moon and the desert?”

  “Yes,” she answered dreamily, clearly envisioning the round moon hanging low over the desert landscape. “I can see it.” She pulled her hands through his hair and kissed his ear and neck, fingering the silver chain with the dragon pendant that lay across his bare chest. “You always wear this, yes?” Her voice had a lilting melody.

  “Yes, I suppose. I forget to take it off.”

  She began to suck on one of his nipples. “Mmm…you taste salty, like the sea. I like this.” Moving to the other nipple, she licked it as well, meandering around it with her tongue.

  Nico squirmed. “You’re making me hard.”

  “That’s good.” She kissed his chest, then kissed down his body until she reached his navel, teasing it with her tongue. Her hands found his erection under the soft black yoga pants, then her lips found the perfectly formed head peeking out the top of the waistband.

  “Hmm, look what I found. Come out to play with me.” Lifting the waistband, she peeked playfully. “Bonjour, tortue!” She kissed the tip sweetly, as if it were a child she was putting to bed. Slipping it gently into her mouth, she suckled it lovingly between her lips.

  His hips bucked as she teased him, leaving his thick shaft under cover of the fleece, petting him with her palm until Nico, unable to withstand any longer, lifted his hips and pulled down the pants, releasing the full length of his erection. “Play with me, baby,” he murmured.

  Crawling down off the sofa, she knelt next to him. Locking eyes with his, she wrapped her fingers around his width and stroked him as her tongue traced a path around the head of his cock. Sucking him, she slowly took him deeper, his hips rising and falling as she slid him in and out of her mouth, her thumb rolling over the ridge when her hand passed over the tip.

  “God…Élodie.” He laced his fingers in her hair, pulling her down hard. His cock hit the back of her throat and she groaned, sending vibrations down around his shaft. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

  “Can I sit on you?” she asked before holding him firmly, sucking the head and brushing it along her lips playfully.

  “Ride me, baby. I’m all yours.”

  Élodie tore off her T-shirt and leggings. Standing, she slipped off her champagne lace thong and unhooked the matching push-up bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then, straddling him, she held his cock in her hand and rubbed it against the entrance to her pussy while she rocked back and forth over him. Positioning him at the opening, she lifted herself up and came down on him, plunging him inside. She exhaled hard as Nico called out, “God, baby. You’re so tight!”

  Leaning over him, her hair falling into his face, she clasped his wrists with her hands, pinning his arms over his head. The feeling of her pussy clutching around him like a fist had her drowning in ecstasy. Taking complete control, she rode him, lavishly moving her body up and down until only the tip remained just inside her pussy before sinking down, taking his full length back inside her.

  He watched, mesmerized, as his dick appeared and then disappeared into her, filling her completely. His hands glided along her hips and thighs, her skin moving under his touch like watery silk flowing in an ocean b
reeze.

  Entranced, she held him deep inside, her soft moans musical as she ground down, kneading her clit against him. Leaning forward, her eyes transfixed on his, she positioned her tit at his mouth and he sucked hungrily at her nipple. It grew long, hardening, until it was on fire, and her cries became an agonizing toll of elation.

  Awash in desire, they moved together for what seemed like hours. Élodie bent down, breathless, and kissed his lips, slowly pushing her tongue into his mouth, envisioning them in an exquisite dance, whirling around each other. Sitting up, she gazed down, watching his expression. His eyes fixed on hers and he cupped her breasts, then slid his hands down along her waist. “So beautiful,” his voice was low and raspy. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he surged upward, his dick filling her over and over again, and she cried out as her swollen clit pressed along his pelvis. His eyes glowed brightly as he purred, “So beautiful. You feel incredible. Come for me, baby. I want to watch you.”

  Enchanted by his hypnotic voice, she cupped and caressed her breasts, squeezing her nipples as her body spasmed, her clit throbbing as she convulsed around him. “Oh mon Dieu!”

  When she collapsed over him, he dug his fingers into her ass, pulling her down to keep her tight on his cock while his fingers lightly traced designs on her back until her breathing normalized.

  He gently moved her off and got up, returning with two glasses of water. “Here, drink this,” he coaxed.

  She took the water from him and drank it all down. “Thank you, I am very thirsty,” she confessed. “I am very…enchante…our love making…so paradise. You made something with the tea?”