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Authors: Julia Sykes
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wondrous, blissful blankness as I ceded all control to him.
His attention returned to my restraints, and he looped the cuffs’ chain around my bedpost before closing them around my free wrist. I tugged tentatively, testing their hold. The metal was unyielding, threatening to bruise my delicate skin if I offered any form of resistance. My nipples hardened almost painfully, and my panties became damp with my growing wetness.
His hands pressed down on my forearms, holding them against the mattress, as he kissed me deeply. His lips moved from my mouth to the hollow just behind my ear. The warmth of his tongue against my skin there, gentle yet firm, sent sparks dancing over my skin. He pulled back slightly and blew cool air over the inflamed area, and goose bumps pebbled my flesh as the sparks crackled and popped, pinging against my skin. Then his teeth bit sharply into my earlobe, tugging at it. I gasped as the slight, unexpected pain further stoked my need. His lips were sucking away the pain, this hot tongue soothing the place where he had bitten me. I writhed beneath him as he awoke yet another erogenous zone that I had never known existed. His low, satisfied chuckle rumbled through me as he skillfully manipulated my body, drawing forth my submission with every touch.
His kisses were feather-light as he moved lower down my neck, between my breasts, leaving a burning trail in his wake. He paused when he reached my sternum. A shocked cry escaped me as his tongue traced the curve of the underside of my breast. The sensation was exquisite, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the decadent pleasure of it.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want you to watch what I’m doing to you.”
My eyes snapped open as I instinctively obeyed his order. I desperately craved for him to continue touching my breasts, but he abandoned them, resuming his trail of kisses as he progressed down my abdomen. By the time he reached the upper edge of my black lace panties, my clit was pulsing madly in time with the beating of my racing heart. It took all of my determination to stop myself from thrusting my hips up toward his hot mouth. I gritted my teeth and held back, confident that he would soon touch me where I wanted it most and finally slake my need. A frustrated whine escaped me as he pulled away. His expressive eyes glowed with a cruel satisfaction as he smirked down at me.
I couldn’t hold back. “Bastard,” I hissed out through clenched teeth. His hand was a blur just before the pain hit. The intensity of the sting on my inner thigh took my breath away, trapping my shocked cry in my chest. Before I could gasp in air, his palm came down on my other thigh, and this time a strangled yelp escaped me. I tried to close my legs to protect myself, but he ruthlessly shoved them apart, positioning his knees between my legs so that I was held open for him. Blows rained down in sharp succession. The pain as he abused this sensitive area was almost unbearable, but after a few moments, I realized that it was doing funny things to my insides. The sting was awakening a delicious warmth that curled upward from my thighs to tease at the edges of my pussy lips.
“Please,” I begged, and I wasn’t sure if I was asking for the pain to stop or for him to touch me.
He glared down at me forbiddingly as his hand came down on me once more. “What did I tell you about using such language? You will address me with respect.”
“Sean!” I gasped. “I’m sorry! Please…”
“I want you to address me as ‘Sir’.”
My mind went momentarily blank with shock. He couldn’t possibly be serious. I bit my lip, uncertain. He raised his hand threateningly, and my resistance cracked.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered.
His grin was twisted and positively evil as he brought down his hand. But this time he didn’t strike my thigh. The harsh blow landed directly on my clit.
His attention returned to my restraints, and he looped the cuffs’ chain around my bedpost before closing them around my free wrist. I tugged tentatively, testing their hold. The metal was unyielding, threatening to bruise my delicate skin if I offered any form of resistance. My nipples hardened almost painfully, and my panties became damp with my growing wetness.
His hands pressed down on my forearms, holding them against the mattress, as he kissed me deeply. His lips moved from my mouth to the hollow just behind my ear. The warmth of his tongue against my skin there, gentle yet firm, sent sparks dancing over my skin. He pulled back slightly and blew cool air over the inflamed area, and goose bumps pebbled my flesh as the sparks crackled and popped, pinging against my skin. Then his teeth bit sharply into my earlobe, tugging at it. I gasped as the slight, unexpected pain further stoked my need. His lips were sucking away the pain, this hot tongue soothing the place where he had bitten me. I writhed beneath him as he awoke yet another erogenous zone that I had never known existed. His low, satisfied chuckle rumbled through me as he skillfully manipulated my body, drawing forth my submission with every touch.
His kisses were feather-light as he moved lower down my neck, between my breasts, leaving a burning trail in his wake. He paused when he reached my sternum. A shocked cry escaped me as his tongue traced the curve of the underside of my breast. The sensation was exquisite, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the decadent pleasure of it.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want you to watch what I’m doing to you.”
My eyes snapped open as I instinctively obeyed his order. I desperately craved for him to continue touching my breasts, but he abandoned them, resuming his trail of kisses as he progressed down my abdomen. By the time he reached the upper edge of my black lace panties, my clit was pulsing madly in time with the beating of my racing heart. It took all of my determination to stop myself from thrusting my hips up toward his hot mouth. I gritted my teeth and held back, confident that he would soon touch me where I wanted it most and finally slake my need. A frustrated whine escaped me as he pulled away. His expressive eyes glowed with a cruel satisfaction as he smirked down at me.
I couldn’t hold back. “Bastard,” I hissed out through clenched teeth. His hand was a blur just before the pain hit. The intensity of the sting on my inner thigh took my breath away, trapping my shocked cry in my chest. Before I could gasp in air, his palm came down on my other thigh, and this time a strangled yelp escaped me. I tried to close my legs to protect myself, but he ruthlessly shoved them apart, positioning his knees between my legs so that I was held open for him. Blows rained down in sharp succession. The pain as he abused this sensitive area was almost unbearable, but after a few moments, I realized that it was doing funny things to my insides. The sting was awakening a delicious warmth that curled upward from my thighs to tease at the edges of my pussy lips.
“Please,” I begged, and I wasn’t sure if I was asking for the pain to stop or for him to touch me.
He glared down at me forbiddingly as his hand came down on me once more. “What did I tell you about using such language? You will address me with respect.”
“Sean!” I gasped. “I’m sorry! Please…”
“I want you to address me as ‘Sir’.”
My mind went momentarily blank with shock. He couldn’t possibly be serious. I bit my lip, uncertain. He raised his hand threateningly, and my resistance cracked.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered.
His grin was twisted and positively evil as he brought down his hand. But this time he didn’t strike my thigh. The harsh blow landed directly on my clit.