innocent caress aroused
her more than the sensual scraping of the sub’s razor over her mound, her pussy
lips and around her ass. She closed her eyes, let the music and Cole’s touch
carry her somewhere safe, somewhere only the two of them existed, apart from
the sub, Mistress Magda and the unseen audience in the theater above them.
By the time Cole found her nipples and
began teasing them to tight, hard points Amber was squirming. Pressure built in
her belly, her cunt, her ass. She had to come but she did not, would not
disobey her master’s order despite the burning need that intensified when he
threaded a long gold chain through her nipple rings and arranged the ends over
the lacings of her corset.
Bending, he kissed one taut nipple then the
other, before ordering the sub away and stroking her mound below the pointed
front of the corset. “Oh yeah, that’s the way I like my pussy.” Bending, he
tongued her where his hand had been, then moved lower to suck the rigid nub of
her clit between his teeth.
When he raised his head and looked up at
her, it was all she could do not to beg him to continue, to lick her cunt, suck
her clit and lap the honey from her pussy lips until she screamed for mercy.
Instead she managed a breathy, “Thank you, Master,” before he pinched her clit
between his thumb and middle finger and attached each end of the chain to the
small gold ring in the piercing she’d had done while her brand had still been
healing.
It felt…incredible. There was pain where
the weight of the chain dragged on her engorged flesh, but there was also
pleasure—incredibly arousing sensation that flowed throughout her body as her
master manipulated the chain.
Her breathing grew ragged. Her pulse raced.
Her cunt clenched and her juices flowed, turning her pussy lips wet and
slippery to her master’s touch. The gentle movement of the chain intensified
her arousal. God but she was desperate to come.
“Please, Master, fuck me now.” Her words
came out raw, ragged. She was barely able to speak as she struggled to hold
back her climax.
Cole tugged sharply on the chain that
connected her nipple rings with the one in her clit. “Not yet, my precious
slave.”
Bending, he brushed his lips across hers,
at the same time laying a hand over the lacings of her corset, tilting the
platform where she was bound until she lay upside-down, her face level with his
crotch. The bindings on her legs held her firmly in place. “Suck my cock.” His
hot breath tickled her freshly shaved cunt as he looked down between her legs.
He moved closer, his crotch in line with
her mouth. Greedy to taste him, she caught the hidden snaps that closed the
front seam of his leather jock with her teeth and tugged until it popped open.
No longer tightly confined, his gorgeous cock sprang through the opening.
It didn’t matter that the amphitheater was
full or that hordes of guests were watching. She needed to taste her master,
show him… She reached out with her tongue and caught the creamy drop of
lubrication that glistened in his slit, then opened her lips as he flexed his
hips and started to fuck her mouth.
She loved showing the world he was her
master, giving him pleasure in every way he might demand of her. His flesh felt
smooth and slick on her tongue as she swirled it all around his massive cock
head. Greedy for more, she took him deep down her throat, swallowing
convulsively around his rock-hard flesh.
Most of all, she loved listening to him
groan when she serviced him this way, a primal blend of agony and ecstasy. When
she felt a tremor in his massive thighs, she realized he was close to
climaxing, that holding back cost him tremendous effort. It gave her a sense of
power, of worth, that she was able to effect such a strong reaction in her
powerful master.
Oh gods above. She was going to come. There
wasn’t a thing she could do to hold back, even though when she came she knew
he’d punish her.
He had bent his head and was
her more than the sensual scraping of the sub’s razor over her mound, her pussy
lips and around her ass. She closed her eyes, let the music and Cole’s touch
carry her somewhere safe, somewhere only the two of them existed, apart from
the sub, Mistress Magda and the unseen audience in the theater above them.
By the time Cole found her nipples and
began teasing them to tight, hard points Amber was squirming. Pressure built in
her belly, her cunt, her ass. She had to come but she did not, would not
disobey her master’s order despite the burning need that intensified when he
threaded a long gold chain through her nipple rings and arranged the ends over
the lacings of her corset.
Bending, he kissed one taut nipple then the
other, before ordering the sub away and stroking her mound below the pointed
front of the corset. “Oh yeah, that’s the way I like my pussy.” Bending, he
tongued her where his hand had been, then moved lower to suck the rigid nub of
her clit between his teeth.
When he raised his head and looked up at
her, it was all she could do not to beg him to continue, to lick her cunt, suck
her clit and lap the honey from her pussy lips until she screamed for mercy.
Instead she managed a breathy, “Thank you, Master,” before he pinched her clit
between his thumb and middle finger and attached each end of the chain to the
small gold ring in the piercing she’d had done while her brand had still been
healing.
It felt…incredible. There was pain where
the weight of the chain dragged on her engorged flesh, but there was also
pleasure—incredibly arousing sensation that flowed throughout her body as her
master manipulated the chain.
Her breathing grew ragged. Her pulse raced.
Her cunt clenched and her juices flowed, turning her pussy lips wet and
slippery to her master’s touch. The gentle movement of the chain intensified
her arousal. God but she was desperate to come.
“Please, Master, fuck me now.” Her words
came out raw, ragged. She was barely able to speak as she struggled to hold
back her climax.
Cole tugged sharply on the chain that
connected her nipple rings with the one in her clit. “Not yet, my precious
slave.”
Bending, he brushed his lips across hers,
at the same time laying a hand over the lacings of her corset, tilting the
platform where she was bound until she lay upside-down, her face level with his
crotch. The bindings on her legs held her firmly in place. “Suck my cock.” His
hot breath tickled her freshly shaved cunt as he looked down between her legs.
He moved closer, his crotch in line with
her mouth. Greedy to taste him, she caught the hidden snaps that closed the
front seam of his leather jock with her teeth and tugged until it popped open.
No longer tightly confined, his gorgeous cock sprang through the opening.
It didn’t matter that the amphitheater was
full or that hordes of guests were watching. She needed to taste her master,
show him… She reached out with her tongue and caught the creamy drop of
lubrication that glistened in his slit, then opened her lips as he flexed his
hips and started to fuck her mouth.
She loved showing the world he was her
master, giving him pleasure in every way he might demand of her. His flesh felt
smooth and slick on her tongue as she swirled it all around his massive cock
head. Greedy for more, she took him deep down her throat, swallowing
convulsively around his rock-hard flesh.
Most of all, she loved listening to him
groan when she serviced him this way, a primal blend of agony and ecstasy. When
she felt a tremor in his massive thighs, she realized he was close to
climaxing, that holding back cost him tremendous effort. It gave her a sense of
power, of worth, that she was able to effect such a strong reaction in her
powerful master.
Oh gods above. She was going to come. There
wasn’t a thing she could do to hold back, even though when she came she knew
he’d punish her.
He had bent his head and was
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