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Sweet Torture

By: erotic angel



The shrill ring of the telephone pierced bly's nap, and as she grudgingly reached for the phone, mumbling because she had been woken from a particularly erotic dream, her disappointment quickly vanished as she heard His voice. She immediately got wet as His voice caressed her, and she was awake instantly. 

"Come My pet, the dungeon is finished at long last, tonight we will play with all the new toys that I have for you. " 

A small shiver ran through her, and she quickly replied, "Yes Sir, i'll be right over. " 

"Good My little whore, prepare yourself for Me and then get that sweet little ass over here to Me. " 

She laughed softly at His words as they hung up, then stretched her long lithe body, her full breasts rising slightly, nipples already hard as she walked into the bathroom and ran a hot steaming bath, adding His favorite scent to the water and then reaching for her "shaving" mirror. 

She slid down the wall and her round firm ass settled onto the cold tiles of the floor. Reaching for the mirror and adjusting it so it reflected her smooth cunt perfectly. She critically eyed herself, her mound already smooth, but she wanted to be perfect for Him tonight as she reached for the shaving cream and spread it over the nearly bare skin. She skillfully removed any stubble from her mound and then spread her slender thighs wider... stretching up the skin on her pussy lips and sliding the razor down and then up on the tender skin, checking again to make sure she was totally smooth for Him. A smile of satisfaction crossing her lips as she quickly gathered up the shaving items and then stepped into the steaming tub, stretching out her long form and relaxing her body totally in the soothing water. 

Her mind drifted to what lay ahead of her that night. While she knew that He had been building a dungeon in His basement, He had never allowed her to see the work in progress, but had casually mentioned from time to time that the sawhorse, or the rings, or some other item that He had been looking for or ordered had finally arrived. Her curiosity was almost killing her and the anticipation was like little shock waves running through her as she dried herself off and then lavishly applied scented lotion to her damp skin. She put on a minimum of make up, only an eyebrow pencil to define her well shaped brows, and some clear lip gloss as He preferred her that way when they were sceneing. As she slipped the dropped waistline dress over her nude body and slipped on a comfortable pair of sandals, she took one last look at herself in the hall mirror before slipping out the door. 

It was a relatively short drive to His house, and as she pulled into His driveway her heart was pounding so loud she could actually hear it. 

She turned the knob on the front door as she knew it would be open for her, and then locked it behind her before entering His den, where she knew He would be sitting in His favorite chair waiting for her arrival. As she entered the room He looked up and did a quick visual sweep of her, noting that her nipples were hard and protruding from the top of her dress. He motioned her over to Him, still not saying a word and she quickly walked to the front of Him, lowering her eyes as she softly whispered. "Hello Sir, Your girl has missed You. " 

His hand slipped up her inner thigh and pinched her clit, checking to see that she had nothing on under the dress, as one long finger slid into her hot little pussy, He looked up at her and smiled, saying, "I've missed My slut as well", and then His other hand reached up and tangled in her silky hair, pulling her down to Him and kissing her roughly, His finger curling slightly in her cunt as her legs began to tremble a bit. He knew exactly the effect He was having on her, and as He broke the kiss and she stood up straight in front of Him again, lowering her eyes as He had not given her permission to look at Him yet, He slid another finger into her dripping fuck hole and began to slowly thrust them in and out her, His voice soft but sure as He commanded her to look at Him now. His fingers pumping in her hot box made it hard for her to concentrate as she looked up at Him, and then He pressed His thumb against her hard swollen clit, gently moving it in small little circles as her legs shook even harder now. 

"Take off your dress girl and drop to all fours" 

As His fingers slid out of her cunt, her muscles automatically gripped at them, a soft little whimper escaping from her as she slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and it fell to a pool around her feet. She quickly dropped to her hands and knees facing Him, just in time to see Him placing His fingers into His mouth and licking off her taste. 

He rose slowly from His chair, His robe parting and His semi hard cock now in her line of sight. He chuckled softly to Himself as He saw her throat constrict, knowing she was remembering His taste and how the thickness of His cock felt deep in her throat. His large hand slid slowly over her back, fingertip sliding over each bump of her spine as He watched the goosebumps rising on her creamy skin. As He turned slightly to reach into the seat of His chair, she could see that His shaft was getting harder, she closed her eyes for a moment and moaned softly and then felt the cool chain as it slid around her neck, and then the click of the leash as it was attached to the collar. He walked behind her slowly, admiring this little slut that was His, and then bent down over her, pulling her head back and covering her eyes with a black silk scarf, His breath warm against her cheek as He whispered into her ear, "Playtime My little slut. " 

The stinging rap of the crop on her ass signaled her that it was time to follow, and even before she felt the tug of the leash, her body was already in motion. She was thankful that she knew the layout out of His house almost as well as her own, but they had never navigated the stairs with her on the leash, let alone blindfolded. 

When she heard the turn of the knob to the cellar she stopped behind Him, and the rich intoxicating smell of new leather drifted up to her. She could tell that He was now at the side of her from the position of the slide hook on her neck. "Trust Me little girl, " His voice calmly whispered to her as the crop landed on her tight little asscheeks once again. She tilted her head to the side and listened for where His footsteps were, and then she warily stretched out her arm with her knee following behind her. He gently led her down step by step, giving her time to find her hand placement on each step, and then the knee. Her heart was pounding wildly and it took all the concentration she had not to misplace her hands and knees, His words of encouragement giving her the strength to continue when she had overreached on one step, His hands immediately reaching out and catching her and setting her on the right track once again. 

When they reached the bottom of the stairs He bent down and kissed the back of her neck, His hand reaching under her and squeezing her left tit hard, "Good girl", His voice washing over her and calming her instantly, and in the next breath, "Position one slut. " 

Instantly she folded her knees underneath her from the all fours position, spreading her thighs wide and lifting her palms upwards to Him as she silently knelt. She could almost sense His smile of approval as she heard His footsteps move to the back of her, His hands sliding up and down her arms as He murmured His approval and then untying the knot at the back of the blindfold, slowly slipping it from her eyes that were lowered behind it. She peeked as much as she could through her thick lashes, her body tingling with excitement as He once again walked to the front of her and cupped her chin in His strong hand, tipping her face up towards Him and smiling at her as their eyes met. 

"You may rise and walk around the room slut, " He stated as He sprawled out in His chair. 

She rose gracefully from her knees, the leash hanging between her full breasts and tickling along her clit. She clapped her hands in delight as her eyes roamed from one object to the other, the sawhorse on one side of the wall, off to the left of that various sizes of hooks and holders displaying the crops, whips, paddles and floggers He would use on her. She slowly walked over the sawhorse and ran her hand over the rich leather on the top of the narrow board, whispering a thank You to Him for the comfort of that. Her hips swayed softly as she walked over to the whips and paddles, reaching up and fingering the smooth cool leather, her fingertips tracing the various paddles, running her fingers through the suede tails one flogger and the leather tails of the other. The variety of crops amazed her, short ones, long ones, crops with loops at the end, and others with various sizes of clappers on them. Some covered in leather, others wooden, with different shapes on the handles as well. She was totally amazed at what she saw and when she turned around to face Him again He had placed the St. Andrews cross in the center of the room. 

A small gasp as her eyes widened and she gingerly approached the object that had been the focus of so many of her fantasies. Her hand running over the smooth polished wood, slipping her fingers into the loops of the suede cuffs with velcro fastenings. As she walked around to the back of the cross she could see that He had carefully planned this out when He had built it. Small hooks on the back of the cross holding a small assortment of crops, floggers, rope, and a paddle. She was almost overcome with the depth of how well He had planned this out. As she looked up to the ceiling she saw another variety of chains hanging down, and securely bolted to the ceiling suspension rings, a leather body sling with pulleys attached to it to hoist her higher into the air. Her stomach flip flopped at the thought of suspension, so many new things for them to experiment with and try. 

And finally the crowning touch. She curiously walked to an Oriental screen in the corner of the room and peeked behind it. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the jacuzzi, the water already bubbling from the jets turned on full blast. 

Before she could even turn around to walk back towards Him, His voice rang in her ears as He commanded her to go to the cross and place her ass back against the wood. He crossed the room to her with sure steady strides and quickly secured her wrists and ankles with the velcro straps, pulling them tight around her and then walking away from her, dimming the lights and then lighting the dozens of candles that were spattered along the walls on small platforms, lighting the large ones in pots at the base of the St. Andrews, and then the ones on the assorted tables scattered about the dungeon. 

He stepped back in front of her and she could see that His cock was now almost erect as He devoured her with His eyes. A grin crossing His face as His voice floated to her, "you look so good bound for Me whore, " His voice teased. Small beads of perspiration were already forming on her upper lip as she stood strapped to the cross. Searching His eyes, wondering what was in store for her tonight. He stepped closer to her, pressing His cock against her wetness and kissing her deeply, His tongue sliding into her mouth as one hand reached down to her cunt and cupped it hard, whispering in her ear, "Ready My sweet one?" She swallowed past the lump in her throat and nodded silently, her soft hazel eyes locked into His, trusting this Man totally to take her to where she had never been before. 

He walked behind the cross and she could hear Him lifting an object from one of the hooks, and then He quickly stood in front of her again, a suede flogger in His hand, and He reached up to her full breasts and pinched the nipples hard and then slowly let the tendrils of the soft suede slide over her tits and her aching nipples. Her nipples were super sensitive, and He knew that from much trial and error, and He knew exactly how hard to pinch so that the jolts of pain running through her were right on the edge of her not being able to take anymore. 

Bly's breath caught as His fingers pinched and tugged on her nipples, each flash of pain running right to her cunt, knowing that she was already getting wetter as she felt the soft suede against the flesh of her tits. Then with no warning He flicked His wrist and the slap of the suede became harder, she moaned once again, the wetness now trickling down her shapely thigh as He leaned in close to whisper to her again, "Does My slut like this?", she nodded softly, eyes closed, savoring the tingling in her breasts. Once again she heard Him softly chuckle to Himself, and as she opened her eyes it was just in time to feel the snick of a crop on her right tit, the stinging blow leaving a small red welt. 

She sucked in her breath as He expertly flicked the crop back and forth over each breast, leaving them a burning tingling mass of flesh before He leaned in and sucked her nipple deep into His mouth, then placing soft tender kisses to her ravaged tit flesh. As quickly as the comforting of her began, He stepped back and the slap of the crop began down her taut stomach, each blow a little harder, again leaving small red welts on her tender skin. "I will mark you as Mine tonight bly, something i have never done before. " 

His words burned to her soul, and a small tear of joy trickled down her cheek. He then reached for the leather flogger, soft strokes of the tails against her skin at first, warming it, preparing it for what was to come. She tried her best to relax and concentrate on her breathing as the leather bit into her flesh harder and harder. Crying out to Him as the stinging in her breasts and stomach melded into one burning pain. She looked down and saw her skin a criss cross of red welts, and she smiled through the pain. Before she even had time to think of anything else the snicks of the crop on her inner thigh made her breath catch. That tenderest of skin that He was now going to ravage as well. Each whack of the crop becoming harder and harder, but still she didn't call our her safe word, she knew she was enduring more pain tonight than she ever had as a sub. 

The endorphins began to kick in and the snicks became harder and faster, sweat trickling down between her breasts as He watched her carefully, looking for the first sign that she had had enough, reminding her to use the safe word if needed, and the slap slap slap of the crop on her thigh going higher and higher. She was beginning to get lightheaded, licking her bottom lip and trying to quench her parched throat. And then the light tapping of the crop on her clit, softly at first, His eyes watching her intensely as each tap became harder, until finally she screamed out with the blast of pain that coursed through her body. Tears streaming down her porcelain cheeks as she bit her bottom lip hard, her body trembling in the restraints as He landed one more hard blow to her clit. 

She didn't know how much more she could take at this point, and then suddenly He was there, releasing her ankles and her wrists, lifting her pain racked body into the safety of His arms, His lips pressed against her cheek, whispering softly, "Good girl My sweet one, you did very well. " As He cradled her in His arms He reached for a small glass of water and placed it to her parched lips, tipping her head back and watching as she swallowed. He gave her just enough time to barely recover, and then took her to the sawhorse, securing her ankles once again on the latches at the bottom, stretching her arms wide and placing them in the cuffs attached to the sides. 

She had come down from the high on the cross somewhat at this point, and as her stomach pressed into the cool leather of the sawhorse she winced slightly, the welts on her stomach once again flaring into a burning mass of pain. Once again she concentrated on her breathing, sensing that He was far from done with her as His hand slid over her firm ass cheeks. His finger slid teasingly along the crack of her ass as he leaned forward and bit into her earlobe, His voice gruff and husky as His hard cock pressed against her, "I will take this girls ass and cunt this night. " 

Her heart raced wildly at His words, her cunt was aching and throbbing for His cock, but instead she felt the first blow of His hand on her ass, a light almost teasing blow as her pain tolerance for spankings was quite high. His hands went from cheek to cheek, turning her ass a bright pink, and then He reached for the wooden paddle. Rubbing the cool wood on her hot skin and then landing it soundly with a loud "whack". She grunted softly with the blow, her body pushing harder into the horse. She could feel the air from His arm as the blows became harder and faster, but she just moaned louder with each swat on her ass. And then a different texture on her ass cheeks, He had switched to the paddle with the rubber padding, the sting more intense than that from the wood as blow after blow landed on her. Her legs were shaking visibly when He finally stopped, her breathing ragged and unsteady as He walked to the front of her, lifting her head up by the hair and commanding her to look at Him. His eyes piercing her as He held up a single tail whip, the braided leather dangling in front of her eyes. "You've never experienced this yet My sweet slut, tonight will be the first. " 

A pang of fear shot through her, but she just nodded and whispered, "Yes Sir, whatever You wish Sir", and then the single strand of leather was sliding down her back, tickling her skin, lulling her into a false sense of security. The slap of the single tail on her ass brought tears to her eyes, the searing pain bolting through her body, as He flicked His wrists three times, with each flick the whip landing on her ass a little harder. And then two blows to her upper back... a red X on her back from the bite of the whip. He stepped back to look at her ravaged body, ravaged at His hand, knowing that the extremes of the pain that He had put her through that night she bore out of obedience to Him, but He could tell that she liked the effects at His skilled hands.

And she had never looked more beautiful to Him than she did right at that moment. He quickly walked over to her, and gently smeared a soothing balm on the open flesh where the whip had tore skin. She moaned softly, her body trembling as never before as He lovingly tended to the raw skin on her ass and back. He then reached for her legs and pulled them out farther from her, slipping between them when they were just the right distance. His hands running slowly up her tender inner thighs, lightly pressing against her throbbing clit, still aching from the blows of the crop as His tongue slid slowly along her wetness, tasting her. 

A low moan filled the room as His mouth clamped around her sex and His tongue flicked softly at her, her sweet nectar dripping into His mouth with each flick of His tongue. As His tongue slipped into her tight little cunt she screamed out again, the muscles clenching at Him, a million sensations of pain and pleasure mixing in her brain, not knowing which one to concentrate on and then convergence as they became one. Once again her head was light, and He knew it wouldn't be long before she would slip into sub space. He moved quickly from underneath her, placing His hand on the small of her back, and then rubbing His cockhead against her opening slowly. A soft moan from her let Him know that she was barely here, and as His cock plunged into her hot aching cunt, two fingers slid into her ass. 

A low guttural moan came from deep within her as He fucked her hard and deep, His fingers matching the rhythm of His cock as He fucked her faster and harder, spreading her walls wide open with his massive thick cock, his large fingers plunging in and out of her ass. With each upward thrust His balls would slap against the bottom of her ass. With His free hand He entangled His fingers in her hair, pulling her head back and making her look into His eyes as He fucked her savagely. As soon as He saw her slip into sub space He plunged His cock deep into one more time and then withdrew His finger and cock at the same time. 


Sweet Torture



His hot cum sprayed over her back and ass, leaving a sticky white trail down her back and ass. He then quickly undid the restraints she was in and pulled her to the floor with Him, spreading His legs wide and placing her between them, His hand on her forehead and around her waist as He slowly rocked her, the tears from her eyes dripping down onto His arms. Tears of surrender, tears of pain, and tears of joy freely flowed from her. 

He stood up and once again lifted her into His arms, carrying her to the jacuzzi and gently placing her in it, a low moan escaping from her as the pulsating water soothed her aching body. He slid in behind her once again, holding her close to Him, placing soft kisses along her cheek and whispering how proud He was of her, how well she had done, and how much she had pleased Him that night. A smile crossed her lips at His words and she sunk deeper into His chest, her world complete.



Sweet Torture



"Good morning," she whispered, combing my hair with her fingernails.

My first thought wasn't 'Why is she crouched over me on her hands and knees?' Nor did I even consider 'Why are we both naked and where are the covers?' when I knew that since neither of us had been in the mood when we went to bed, we did in fact fall asleep under the sheet, wearing our usual sleeping attire. No, my first thought was like my first thought every morning: to hug her and kiss my Angel good morning. But I couldn't reach her... my wrists were tied to the brass spindles of the headboard.

"What the hell is..." I started, struggling to break the pantyhose that held me captive.

"Shhh... not another word or I'll have to gag you too!" she giggled, twirling her purple panties over my face. "It's payback time for telling me you had a headache last night!"

"Oh my God," I moaned when I saw the feather duster emerge from under the pillow beside me. "And just what do you think you're going to do with that?" I grinned.

"Torture you."

It wasn't the breeze from the opened window that raised goose bumps on my skin. My entire body is an erogenous zone, and she knew just where to start her journey. She sat down across my thighs and with slow-motion like dabs, the soft feathers grazed across my face, then neck and shoulders, then seemed to dance a waltz across my thumping chest. I shivered when she leaned down and tickled my nipples, alternating one with the other, tongue on one--fingertips on the other. My whole body tensed as if suddenly charged with a gazillion watts of raw electricity; my aroused part rested quickly and easily along the fold of her ass cheeks.

"Don't you even think of having a spontaneous combustion now!" she laughed, apparently feeling my morning dew against her flesh there. "It's Labor Day, and we've got all day for this labor of love!"

I wrenched my wrists back and forth again in a futile attempt to free myself. God, how I wanted to touch her! I craved to feel her... to hold her tits and tease her nipples, to squeeze her ass and thighs... to embrace her like it was the first time we'd held each other. But it was no use; the harder I pulled, the tighter the knots became. I moaned a weak and pathetic 'please...' but I guess she must've thought I meant 'please don't stop', because she didn't. She was only just beginning.

Her feather duster dance resumed on my tightened belly, more of a jitterbug than the chest waltz with wide strokes up one side to my armpit, across the underside of my bicep, then over to the other side with a reverse path back down to my navel. She must've sensed that I was getting real close to that spontaneous combustion because all of a sudden, she rolled off of me and took the feather dance to my legs. I started to close my spread eagle but her free hand was much quicker. She held one leg down and away while her torture tool tickled my tool... my balls began to tingle as if every single hair was straight in the air. And still, she ignored my pleading moans.

"Getting a little hot and bothered there, Hon?" she cooed. "Mmmmm... can't have that now, can we?"

I should've known that this former girl scout would've been prepared. How I missed knocking the bowl of ice to the floor when I thrashed my legs around is beyond my understanding, and when that first cold cube touched my sac I was sure I'd explode. How I managed not to is another one of those mysteries of the universe.

"You are sooo evil," I groaned. "You just wait and see what happens when I get a hold of your pussy!"

"Ya think? Well, then, why wait!"

God, she was quick! Before I could even think of a comeback line, her short curlies were hovering over my face, tickling my nose as she slowly settled her pussy onto my eager mouth. More than ever I wanted to touch her... to hold her ass while my tongue did my own torture on her. Ahhhh... her scent, her wetness, the taste.

I had forgotten all about the ice, but was suddenly reminded of it when I felt another shiver surge through me. What an amazing woman... it never occurred to me that she could fit my pulsating cock AND an ice cube in her mouth at the same time.

Learn something new everyday, eh? 



Sweet Torture



He is sleeping now after coming to me three times this night and taking what he wanted he finally sleeps. I have never been able to refuse him, and never will. He is buried as deep inside my soul as often as inside my body and I know without a doubt that I could never leave him.

Even in his sleep he still wants me. His large member hard and straining beneath the sheets and I cannot resist. Slowly I peel the covers away exposing him to my hungry eyes.

Reaching out I softly take him in my hand and have to stifle a moan, as my mind floods with deliciously erotic images, of being filled with his hardness over and over again as I scream with pleasure.

I love the way he feels...like hardened steel covered in soft warm silk. Not wanting to wake him from his dreams I begin to stroke him gently. I know I should feel guilty for molesting him while he sleeps but I have been awakened by his hands running over my flesh so many times that I think it is only fair of me to return the favor.

His body is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen he has a face like it was chiseled from marble but warn with age. He carries himself like a warrior from some ancient time long past and has the build to prove it. 

He has what I would call an athlete's body not bodybuilder huge, but large enough to make me feel small when I am beside him. With broad shoulders and strong arms created not in a gym but through years of hard work. His fingers are long and tapered and his touch is enough to make me scream with pleasure at his first caress.

Bending forward I gently run my tongue over the tip of his cock and he moans softly as if I have just invaded his dream. I spread his legs so that I can fit between them and settle in for a long slow and deliberate torture.

I quickly lower my mouth over his shaft as far as I can without choking and suck hard while caressing the underside with my tongue. As I raise my mouth I see that he is now awake and I smile slightly with his tip resting in my mouth.

Our eyes lock and he reaches out for me. I know what he wants and I won't give it to him this time, it is my turn to play. With my mouth still just covering his tip and my eyes focused in his I reach for both of his hands, and when he places them in mine I force them firmly to the bed conveying with my eyes what I want.

He gathers the blankets beneath him into tight fists as he nods his agreement, and I break my eye contact with him so I can focus completely on my task. With a popping sound I remove my mouth from his tip and begin the slow torturous process that I know will give him the most pleasure.

Holding his cock in my hand I move it so that I can run my tongue over the large sack hanging beneath. I pepper the sensitive skin with small kisses and slight nips and smile to myself as I hear a moan and his breathing increase.

Moving away from his sack I kiss my way up the underside of his cock stopping to suck every now and then being rewarded with soft moans for my effort. Never wanting him to know what is coming next I place my hands on his legs motioning for him to bend them. He does giving me more room to explore and I take full advantage.

I cup his balls running my fingers over them causing him to arch his back, which is exactly what I want. Quickly I run my tongue from the crack of his ass over his sack and up the underside of his cock as if he were my own personal ice cream cone. He moans his pleasure and I return my attention to his sack sucking one perfect orb into my mouth I swirl my tongue around loving the way his skin tastes.

I move to the other one repeating the same motion dragging another groan from his lips. He is now sweating his body's response to my attention obvious in every heaving breath he takes and I love it.

He lowers his legs to the bed and I place my hands on his thighs holding him in place, as I move up his cock with small flicks of my tongue covering his entire length in butterfly kisses before taking all of him into my mouth fitting him into my throat until my nose rests in his soft curls.

I let my throat massage him for a moment trying not to gag before raising my head; I look at him for the first time and smile to myself again. He is in total rapture with his head thrown back and his chest heaving.

Soft moans are escaping his lips as I begin pumping his cock in and out of my mouth running my tongue over his slit on every up stroke, as my hand caresses his sack. I feel him tighten in my hand and know by the sounds he is making that he is close. Before he can cum I let him slip from my mouth and remove my hand from his sack.

He moans his disappointment and I look into his eyes smiling a devilish smile because this is exactly what I had planned. I want to give him so much pleasure he cannot stand it, and I will be damned if I let it be over too soon.

Moving myself away from his straining cock I move my hands up his chest caressing his skin with my fingers stifling my own moan as I feel his heated flesh beneath my palms. Without warning I lightly rake my nails down his entire body, over his nipples down his chest, and over his swollen cock causing him to gasp and thrust his hips.

He is begging me now asking for the release that his body is desperate to give, but I still deny him, instead focusing my attention on his feet. I begin to massage each foot watching as the tension that had built up in his body is slowly released and his breathing calms.

Once I am sure that his release has been held at bay I slowly move up his legs massaging his calves and thighs. His cock is resting against his stomach and I kiss my way up the underside before focusing on the little spot just below his head with little flicks of my tongue.

He begins moaning again and I take him fully into my mouth again sucking hard as he cries out in pleasure. I begin to hum this time as my head bobs up and down on him and my hand once again reaches for his balls tickling him with my fingers.

My eyes are locked with his now and he watches in rapture as his entire cock disappears down my throat over and over again. I feel his release coming again his balls tightening against his shaft and I remove him from my throat concentrating on his tip.

Running my tongue over his slit, around his head, and on the underside of his cock knowing that my every action is making his release build higher and higher. Finally he comes hard his hips thrust high and his voice straining his release as I swallow every drop that shoots into my throat.

Even after he has cum and there is nothing left to give my mouth works over his shaft not wanting to release him yet. I feel his hand caressing my hair and I look into his eyes he tugs slightly and I finally let him slip from my mouth as I kiss my way up his chest, before locking my lips on his.

He moans as he tastes himself on my lips he wraps his arms tightly around my back holding me to him as he plunders my mouth with his tongue. Finally he looks into my eyes and smiles, as we settle next to each other on the bed.

I know that tonight he is totally spent but have no doubt that I will be on the receiving end of some payback very soon.



Sweet Torture



"Now you've got yourself into a bind."

I snorted softly. It was a very unladylike sound, but at the moment, the only thing I could think about was what would happen next. Had he really read between the lines of all of our Emails? The online chats? The late night phone calls? Maybe I should have been more subtle. That's what all the magazines said, right? Guys needed to be told what to do.

"Relax, Kenzie."

The whisper against my ear made me jump. "Easy for you to say, Damien."

"Shh. I'll be right back."

I took a deep breath and slowly blew it out, licking my dry lips. Had it only been an hour ago when I'd had the control? Or at least the option to walk away?

I heard him moving around the room, the TV turning back on...realizing he was waiting for me to get comfortable. I closed my eyes—not that it would matter since I couldn't see anyway through the blindfold—and thought back to earlier tonight...

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I raised my cell phone and exhaled. My finger hovered over the SEND button, my eyes glued to the two words on the screen: I'M HERE. I took another deep breath and sealed my fate, praying that my nerves would settle so I wouldn't feel nauseous anymore.

There was no turning back now.

The sound of a toilet flushing drowned out the ringing of a phone nearby. A heartbeat later, the door across from me opened, and my nerves magnified.

"Are you going to stand out there all night?" The smooth, deep voice came from the backlit doorway.

Damien.

I didn't have to close my eyes to imagine him anymore. His wide shoulders towering a foot over me, draped in an untucked button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His obsidian eyes staring down into mine with a glossy look. His large hands gripping the frame and the door as he leaned into the hall toward me.

Our last—and first—encounter had been at a gangster/flapper-themed dance a week prior. My own stomping grounds, my own friends, my own comfort zone. It had been easy to fall for his charms, the way he held me close when we'd slow danced. The way he'd tilted my fedora back in the parking lot before kissing me softly, his fingers barely touching my cheek. The way he'd whispered in my ear that my decision to dress gangster had turned him on. My knees had buckled when he'd pressed up against my hip, proving his arousal.

It took all of my strength to function the next seven days, especially at work. Our late-night chats on the phone and Internet did not help. So why was I so scared? He was handing me the moment I'd been fantasizing about ...

"Kenzie?" He propped the door and stepped fully into the hall now, the corners of his mouth turned down. "You okay?"

I backed against the wall, gripping my overnight bag on my shoulder.

It's a mistake. I shouldn't have come. What was I thinking? Wait, I wasn't thinking. I—

His fingers brushed my cheek as he lifted my chin. "It's okay. Don't be scared."

"Who me?" My voice sounded shaky, and nowhere near confident, even though I smiled.

His frown deepened. Concern and disappointment battled within his dark eyes. "Do you not want to do this?"

"I do. I'll be fine."

I pushed away from the wall, marching into the lion's den. The door shut loudly behind me, making me jump as I took in the surroundings. It was a standard hotel room with the bathroom to the left, clothing rod in an alcove to the right, and a wide-open suite ahead with two lamps and a digital clock on small tables flanking the lone bed. A couch, table, two chairs, and a low dresser with a TV bolted on top finished off the furniture pieces.

Nothing fancy. But then, it wasn't a special occasion. Well, not one that you'd rent a luxurious hotel room for, like for a honeymoon.

A soft snort escaped on the last thought. No, nothing important like that.

There was a tug on my arm, and I blinked. My eyes rose to meet his, and his gentle smile eased some of the tension.

"Let me take your bag."

I released my grip on the strap, watching him set the duffle bag on the dresser beside the flashing but silent TV screen. He pressed a button on the casing, and the screen went black. Now it really was just the two of us.

Small sounds seemed amplified. The soft hiss of the air conditioning unit. The buzz of the light above our heads. The clunking of ice in the machine just outside the room. The gurgle of water in the corner hot tub by the bed.

Well, maybe this isn't such a standard hotel room after all.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears. I tried to keep my breathing even, tried to wrap my mind around the whole situation. What I was doing. Why I was doing it.

A soft moan escaped when I thought of the possible end result, and something tightened in my gut.

"Kenzie? Sit down." He took my hand and guided me to the bed. My skin tingled from the contact. My knees bent automatically, and then I was resting on the edge, my short stature making it difficult to sit and still touch the carpet. "You look beautiful tonight."

I blinked again and tilted my head up to him. No one had ever called me beautiful, save my parents. My eyes dropped down to the dress I'd chosen to wear to the dance tonight, a silky red, rose-patterned skirt topped with a black, sleeveless bodice that provided ample cleavage. It was one of my favorites, mostly because I felt beautiful in it, despite my oversized body.

A smile pulled at my lips, glad that he had liked it, too. "I-I'm sorry. I'm just a little..."

"It's okay. I understand." He sat beside me, still holding my hand.

For several minutes, the only noise we made was our breathing—his even, mine staggered.

How can he be so calm?

I kept my gaze on my own lap, swallowing heavily when it wandered to his lap...and the slight bulge there. He squeezed my hand every now and then. Finally, when I felt calm myself, I raised my eyes to his face.

He was watching me; the corners of his mouth were turned up. "I'm going to kiss you, okay?"

I tipped my chin in response, and then his hand cupped my jaw, drawing me closer. My eyes drifted closed when his warm lips touched mine. They brushed lightly at first and then pressed harder. I squeezed his hand, sucking down air, little squeaks of surprise reaching my ears.

His hand slid to the back of my head, his fingers burying into the gathered strands of my hair. When his tongue outlined my mouth, I shivered. When he nipped at my bottom lip, I gasped. And when his tongue slipped inside, flicking at my tongue, I moaned.

Damien continued to ply my mouth with his until our tongues danced, tasting each other, and my moans became more frequent. He pulled his hand from mine and released the clip that held my auburn locks secure. The soft waves cascaded to my shoulders, whispering against my ears and cheeks before he brushed them back so he could hold my head more firmly.

My hand found his thigh and squeezed, eliciting a moan from him. Our bodies turned into each other, the nerves slipping away as he helped me scoot back on top of the quilt. When he laid me back against the pillows, I sighed, and anticipation replaced the anxiety in my tense muscles.

His fingers caressed my cheeks and forehead and neck, twirling through my tresses as he moved his mouth against mine. He was gentle but firm. In control, but in no hurry, either.

My fingers rose to trace the contours of his neck, across the slight stubble on his jaw, up into his wavy hair, holding his head.

When his fingers slid down to my shoulder, over the wide strap of the bodice of my dress, and grazed against my bare arm, I sucked his breath into my mouth. Even through the dress and bra, I could feel the heat from his touch and ached for him to cup my breast, to ease some of the pressure I'd been feeling ever since we'd met. He was so close, yet he seemed to purposefully avoid that area.

"You taste so good." His mouth covered mine once more before moving to my chin, my jaw, and behind my ear before settling in the curve of my neck. His nose nuzzled, his tongue licking at my flesh. He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly with a groan. "You smell amazing."

I whimpered, my skin tingling as he ravaged it. "Please, don't stop. Mmm."

"I don't intend to." His voice was muffled as he sucked gently, nibbling and then licking away the sharp pains that resulted.

I gripped his arms, anchoring myself to him. His warm body pressed against my side, igniting sparks under my skin. I wanted to pull him on top of me; I just didn't have the energy. Or the guts to take the initiative.

His mouth landed butterfly kisses across my shoulder and over to my throat. When he pulled back, my eyes fluttered open. His eyes were fixed, but not on my face. I followed their path, and my breath hitched when I saw the object of his concentration: the quick rise and fall of my breasts pushing against the confines of the dress's plunging neckline. My gaze returned to his face just in time to see him lick his lips.

"If you do want me to stop, now would be the time..."

"No, no, no." I clenched my eyes, and a shudder ran through me at the thought that it could be over so quickly.

A soft chuckle was his only reply, and then his lips brushed my throat again. Slowly, methodically, they covered every inch of skin. Sometimes, his tongue darted out, making me shiver. My breath caught repeatedly as he moved lower.

When his lips caressed the swell of my breast, I gripped my skirt, my body arching up to him on its own volition. The flat of his tongue stroked the rise above the edge of my black satin bra, and the feeling of wet heat burned through me. He shifted, laying an arm across my abdomen and turning his head. My nose buried in his hair. It smelled slightly of woodsy aftershave, and I exhaled with a sigh. 

My concentration shifted when I felt his finger trail along the curve of my cleavage, dipping into the space between my breasts before sliding under the edge of the bra. His tongue followed, and a moan rose from the back of my throat. My nipples were so hard they hurt. If he would just...

My body writhed, urging him to go just a little lower to where I wanted it. Where I needed it. When I moved my hand, literally trying to take matters into my own hands to ease the aching, he shifted again and grasped my arm, raising it above my head. He rose up enough to release my left arm beneath him and joined it with my right arm. Holding both wrists with his right hand, he lowered his mouth to my breast again and resumed worshipping my now burning skin.

"Please...oh, please, Damien..." I mumbled past the whimpers he pulled from me.

"What do you want, Hun?" His breath breached the barrier of the bra and made me ache even more. "Tell me what you want."

"Oh..." My mind was hazy, and I was suddenly embarrassed again. Why can't he just read my mind?

"This, maybe?" His fingers grazed the underside of my breast through the dress and I shrieked. "Yes, I think that's it."

He teased again, and then finally his hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently. His thumb brushed over the peak. Even through the material, it sent shockwaves through my entire body.

"Oh my—!"

My eyes shot open and I held my breath, staring at the ceiling but seeing nothing, reveling in the fact that he had finally touched me where I needed it. I gasped as he moved his hand up and slipped a finger under the edge of my bra and swept it over and over again directly on my nipple. Heat rushed down and pooled between my legs.

The world stilled.

His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot but still making me shiver. My breath hitched again when his hand slid further inside my bra to cup me fully. His skin was slightly rough as he kneaded my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and fingers.

I turned toward him, my mouth searching for his. He moaned, pressed his lips against mine, and pushed me onto my back again. I wiggled beneath him, echoing his moan as his tongue swept my mouth and played with my tongue.

He squeezed my breast one more time and then removed his hand. He released my left wrist, slid his hand up over to my shoulder, and pulled both the strap of my dress and my bra down my arm. Cool air brushed over my now bared breast. My nipple tightened painfully.

I was gasping for breath, shivering as his fingers slid along my arm and slowly brought it up back up above my head. When I felt him tie something around my wrist, I automatically jerked. "Damien?"

"Yes, Kenzie?" He kissed his way down my arm and over my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

"Oh!" I forgot what I was going to ask him, my nerves wiped away with that one simple action, and I arched against him.

He chuckled, teasing my nipple with his tongue as he climbed over me and released my other wrist. When he'd bared my right breast, he moved his mouth over to that side while he brought that hand above my head again. I struggled to swallow, watching him tie off my right wrist.

"You are so sexy." His eyes were glossy as he sat back beside me, staring down at my naked chest, my dress and bra just under my bust line.

I pulled gently on my wrists and gulped at the tension. There was enough slack to let my arms relax against the pillows, but not enough that I could actually untie myself if I so desired.

"I didn't think you'd remember." What had happened to my voice? It sounded so husky.

"Oh, I remembered. I remembered everything." That lazy smile, that deep tone, that sudden darkening look in his eyes made my heart skip a beat.

My mind raced to remember everything we had discussed...and wondered if I had forgotten to mention anything. But my focus was lost when he reached under my back and released the clasps on my bra and slid the zipper down on my dress. I kept my eyes on him, apparent fascination in his eyes as he shimmied my dress down, revealing more and more of my naked body.

He sucked his breath in when he unveiled my black, satin panties. I bucked up to him, and he paused, gripping my hips and running his thumbs back and forth over my covered skin. Resuming his undressing, the satin of my skirt brushed against my bare legs, and then he tossed the dress aside. His fingers slid over my calves, up to my knees, and then down again to unbuckle and remove my heels.

I had a sudden surge of courage. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue along my upper lip and wiggled my hips. "So you like what you see?"

His eyes raised to mine, and I swear I saw a flicker of fire in them. He didn't speak, but he slid his fingers under the edge of my panties and slowly pulled them down. I gulped, aware that I really was concerned that he liked what he was seeing.

Cool air brushed against me, and I couldn't help pressing my thighs together, moaning and squirming as he just stared at me. A couple of times, he raised his hand as if he were going to touch me down there, but his hand returned to his lap. I wished I could read his mind.

He reached into his back pocket and then leaned toward me, brushing his lips against mine.

"You okay?"

I took a couple of deep breaths and then smiled. "Yeah. I'm good."

His eyes met mine, and he smiled back. "Liar."

His hands moved over my face. A soft cloth covered my eyes, blocking out the light, and he secured the elastic band over my head.

My breath quickened. I couldn't help it. He was right. Part of me worried that I had gotten in too deep. I had wanted this. But once my control was gone, my nerves had returned and I was afraid. Not necessarily of Damien, but of what I would do...or not do. He appeared to have done this before. What if I didn't live up to his expectations?

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Which brought us back to me laying on the bed, completely naked, blindfolded and hands tied to the headboard. Damien was sitting or standing elsewhere in the room listening to reruns of Law and Order. I highly doubted he was watching the TV.

I could actually feel his eyes on me. And it wasn't that uncomfortable feeling you get when you know someone is watching you and you wonder why and then glance around nervously trying to locate the culprit. Instead, I felt warmth spread through me, pleased that he found me worthy to look at.

Several minutes passed, the show went to a commercial, and in the background, I heard the distinct click of the hotel room's door opening and closing.

"Damien?"

There was no answer. I tried not to panic, but I couldn't help tugging on my restraints. I didn't hear anyone else in the room, which was a good thing. But still...

My thoughts were just getting the better of me when I heard the door open again. I held my breath, hearing the tinkling of ice in a glass and the hiss of an opening can of soda. The heat of another body brushed against my right side, and the bed dipped from the weight of someone sitting down. I gasped when a cool palm brushed over my right nipple.

"Did you miss me?"

I let out a ragged breath, relieved to hear Damien's voice. "Tell me next time you leave!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." His lips brushed mine. I smelled the cola on his breath. Our tongues flirted for a moment, and then he sat back. "Shall we begin?"

I grinned, relaxing against the pillows. I heard him set down his glass, and then he reached under my head, pulling down the comforter and blankets. Goosebumps prickled my skin as his hands brushed against me. I helped as much as I could in my position by lifting my body. When I was lying on just the cool sheets, the weight on the bed shifted again, and the TV went silent.

"You can't see anything, right?"

I tilted my head back, to both sides, and then relaxed again. "Nope. Not a thing."

"Then enjoy. And not a word."

I nodded and flexed my wrists and fingers. I knew he was watching me again, and heat gathered between my legs. I shifted my hips, wiggled my toes, and then rotated my ankles. Anything to keep myself distracted. My lips were suddenly dry, and I licked them, swallowing and finding my mouth dry as well. I forced myself to breathe normally, listening for any indications of what he might be doing.

The air conditioner shut off, and then I only heard his even breathing. But still, he did not touch me. After several more minutes, my muscles relaxed, and my legs fell open slightly. His breath caught, and I smiled. I wondered if he was masturbating, but surely, I would have heard some indication.

I was going to ask him if everything was okay when I felt it. It was the lightest touch, directly across both of my nipples. I groaned when they hardened. The sensation moved down, following the curve under my breasts and up the sides.

It was definitely a feather, the fullness grazing my skin like the softest fingertips. It flitted across my abdomen, outlining my ribs, circling my bellybutton. My hips bucked when the tip grazed the dip where my leg joined my body. I shivered, cooing. He repeated the motion, moving out over my hip and slowly back again, following the line of my pelvis.

I was writhing by the time he ran the flat part of the feather across the top of my left thigh. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and I opened my legs more, using my feet to gain leverage against the bed to push up.

Damien chuckled. "Patience, Hun." But he did slide the feather along the inside of my thigh, drawing it down under my knee and calf.

I giggled when he tickled the underside of my foot. He moved to work on my right side. I could feel the heat of his body leaning over my legs. The feather traced the same pattern backwards from my foot up my calf, under my knee and over my thigh, across my pelvis and along my ribs. I arched my back and groaned softly when my nipples brushed against the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt.

"Hey, no cheating!"

I grinned and licked my lips, but I behaved and lay back down.

He pulled away, and I felt him move up over my head. The feather traced the underside of my right arm up to my wrist and brushed against my fingers. He drew circles on my open palm before moving back down my arm. The tip swept across my shoulder, down my collarbone, and across my throat.




Sweet Torture



I tilted my head to the left against the pillow and sighed when he traced designs up my neck and teased my ear. When he slid the feather under my chin, I tilted my head the other way and sighed again as he repeated the same motions all over my neck, across my shoulder, and up my left arm and hand. I wiggled my fingers, the feather slithering between the digits.

He stood up, leaving my body begging. My fingers clenched, echoing the constrictions deep inside me. I licked my lips again, feeling my heart beat pick up. Thankfully, he was not gone long.

A new sensation—a silk scarf, would be my guess—brushed against my fingertips and down both arms at the same time. It covered my face, slowly sliding down my nose and mouth to drape across my neck. When it reached my breasts, I arched up, moaning. He rubbed it back and forth across my aching nipples.

Then the scarf caressed my abdomen and hips, briefly grazing over my pelvis on its way down to my thighs and feet. He repeated the process in reverse, taking care to linger in areas when I made low noises of pleasure. And then the scarf was gone as soon as it had appeared.

I heard Damien rummaging through a plastic bag, and then he was laying on the bed next to me. There was a snap that sounded like a plastic top. I gasped when something cold covered my left breast.

His tongue lapped at my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.

"Ohh!" I arched up to him, and he complied by dragging his tongue all over my breast, his hand cupping and squeezing it.

When he'd apparently licked my left breast clean, he shifted to lay on my right side and repeat the process. I could feel the heat throbbing low within me, begging to be touched, and I whimpered.

"I know, Hun. I know." He squeezed my right breast and reached up to kiss me, dipping his tongue into my mouth. "Mmm."

I tasted chocolate and moaned with him.

He kissed his way down my chin and neck, nuzzling my shoulder. A cold stream of chocolate fell across my lips, and I hungrily licked it up. His finger pressed between my lips, and I sucked it deep into my mouth, cleaning it of chocolate as well. Then the coolness trailed down my chin and throat. It continued through the valley between my breasts and circled my bellybutton. His tongue and lips slowly followed, making me shake with arousal.

The bedsprings squeaked as he moved away, and then I heard water running in the bathroom. He returned a minute later, slowly running a warm washcloth over my neck and breasts and stomach. The change in temperature had me gasping and my body undulating.

He laid down on my left side again, his hand splayed out across my abdomen. He massaged me for a moment, his mouth covering my left nipple, gently nibbling and sucking on it. I tried to reach down to run my fingers through his hair but my hands snapped back, reminding me that I was restrained. I clutched at the air instead, trying to press my side against him. His hand slid up and cupped my breast.

I cried out at the sudden bite of an ice cube rubbing against my nipple. I jerked away, but there was nowhere to go. Cold water dribbled down my breast, the ice slowly circling my nipple. It ached, but the sudden pain grew numbingly pleasant, and I felt the heat increase once again between my legs.

I whimpered, trying to pull away now, my fists clenching.

"Shh. Shh." His free hand returned to press against my stomach, holding me to the bed while he sucked at my numb nipple, licking up the water. He pulled away, and the warm washcloth covered my shivering breast.

I should have been ready for him to move to my right breast, but the freezing ice cube still surprised me. I shrieked, and once again, I was whimpering and pulling away, regardless of his attempts to soothe me. The sharp pain returned, tightening my nipple, numbing the skin around it. As the ice melted, his mouth licked and sucked away the water, and then the washcloth warmed my breast.

My head was hazy now. I couldn't believe how aroused I was, even more so since the ice treatment. I felt a little guilty that I'd enjoyed the brief pain. The resulting pleasure was amazing. I was glad that Damien had tied my wrists. I was certain I would have tried to stop him if I'd had the ability.

How long have we been at this, anyway?

My thoughts snapped back to the present when ice slid between my breasts.

I shrieked and arched up. Damien caught my sides in his hands, holding me up to him as he trailed the ice up and down the center of my body with his mouth, my breasts brushing his cheeks.

I felt water pooling in my bellybutton, spilling down over my hips. I didn't think my body would ever stop shivering.

When the ice was gone, his tongue replaced it, licking at my skin that now sizzled under the cool layer from the ice and water. His hands moved up to cup my breasts, squeezing them as he nuzzled the valley in between.

It took me a moment to realize that he was lying between my legs. I instantly raised my knees to his hips. He felt so good nestled against me where I needed to be touched the most. I sighed, the heat of his hard bulge evident through his slacks.

His deep chuckle vibrated through my chest. "Okay. I get the hint." He released me and crawled away from my legs.

I whimpered at the sudden absence, but his hand on my hip stilled my squirming body. His fingers wove their way through my curls and down to my heated skin. I sighed. My legs fell open again. One of his fingers pressed into my slickness, briefly touching my clit. I cooed, opening my legs wider.

He slowly stroked his palm over my outer lips. Occasionally, he dipped his finger, dragging it from one end to the other, making me gasp. His hand paused, cupping my mound, and two fingers pressed down, spreading the engorged lips.

I held my breath when his thumb circled my clit. And then a finger slid down further. He teased, tracing the edge of my tight hole before moving up to rub along the walls of my inner lips. My hips bucked, trying to force him back down and inside me.

His free hand pressed my hips back to the bed, and then he was fully stroking my pussy. The heel of his hand rested against my pelvic bone while his first three fingers dipped down, swiping through the valley, curling up to graze against my clit. Again and again. It was most exquisite feeling, finally having him touch me, relieving some of the pressure. My hands clenched, my body arching, striving for release.

I groaned, throwing my head back into the pillow when he pushed two thick fingers up into me and then sucked my nipple between his teeth. His hand sped up, pressing hard and deep. The tightness in my belly increased, and I squeezed my thighs around his hand, crying out. His hand stopped, but his fingers wiggled, still buried between my legs. He suckled my breast while I rode out my first climax.

When I'd caught my breath, he rolled away. I heard him rustling in the bag again, and then he was lying between my legs, spreading my thighs. My breathing picked up again when I felt him spread something solid and cold over my pussy. I shivered and sucked on my lower lip, unable to stop my hips from arching up to him. His fingers brushed against the insides of my thighs, and then one finger pressed in, swiping my pussy from top to bottom.

I gulped and took a deep breath only to have him slide his finger into my mouth. My lips closed around his digit. I moaned at the taste of Cool Whip with a touch of my own tangy juices. While I sucked on his finger, he stroked it in and out, mimicking what he had already done below. It wasn't hard to think of him doing that with more than just his fingers.

Just thinking about the fact that he'd covered my pussy with Cool Whip—and most likely why, based on the recent chocolate experience—made me pant. I'd played with myself more times than I could count. And while I'd had many new experiences already tonight, I'd never imagined a guy licking me down there.

I felt him sit back on the bed, not touching me. He growled, long and low. It was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard, and I couldn't stop myself from echoing it. The bottom layer of Cool Whip was starting to melt and dripped down around my clit. I wiggled around, moaning softly as more Cool Whip pressed between my lips. I'd had shaving cream down there before when I'd attempted to shave my pussy, and the feeling now was just as erotic, squishing and caressing my sensitive skin.

"Getting a little feisty, aren't we?"

I made some unintelligible sound of impatience, and he chuckled. I loved his chuckle as much as his sexy growl. I struggled to swallow, loving what he was doing to me mentally as well as physically, despite my intermittent frustration.

Damien ran his fingers over my left breast, along the heavy curve underneath, over the soft swell on top, outlining the areola. He cupped and massaged my breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. He gently rubbed the hard nub back and forth and then flattened his palm against it, easing the sharp pain.

His hand slid down the valley in between and grazed over my right breast. His fingers played again, electrifying my skin, sending new fire down between my legs. When he pinched my nipple, I rolled towards him, wishing he'd put his mouth back on it again.

"So sensitive." His breath brushed my cheek, his tongue ran along my jaw, and then he was making my wish come true. His lips closed over my nipple and gently sucked away the sharp pain he'd created.

I rocked back and forth, moaning. I felt the Cool Whip sticking to my thighs now, and wondered if he'd forgotten about it. I didn't want him to leave my breast, but suddenly I wanted him down below. I wanted to know what it felt like to have his tongue teasing me there just as he was doing to my nipple. What it would feel like to have the tip of his tongue pressing inside me, his teeth nipping at my slick skin.

His ran the flat of his tongue over my nipple again and then slid down my body, kissing and nipping and licking every inch of my skin along the way. Not soon enough, he was lying back between my legs. He kissed my hips and then trailed his tongue down the junction between my legs and pelvis. He added a fresh layer of Cool Whip, and then his arms wrapped under my thighs and held them apart.

I moaned, my body convulsing slightly. I felt his hot breath against my soft curls. I cried when his tongue darted out and touched my clit. I spread my legs wider, and he raised my bared pussy closer to his mouth.

His tongue darted out again, and I whimpered in relief. His fingers massaged my thighs while he licked deeper along the length of my pussy. I heard the soft sound of his tongue lapping at the mixture of my wetness and the whipped topping. His tongue was everywhere, not missing any little crevice. It was a slow, tortuous process, and I prayed he wouldn't stop anytime soon.

I let myself go, my hips bucking under his mouth. When he sucked on my clit, I cried out again. When he pressed the tip of his tongue into me, I groaned. I couldn't get enough of him. And I wanted to touch him more than ever before. I cursed my restraints...and yet they raised the level of arousal at the same time. I'd never had such an assortment of feelings running through me all at once.

I came for the second time when his finger slid inside me again. He stroked me through my orgasm, his mouth still latched onto my clit, his hot breath mingling with my own heat and wetness.

I was coming down from my high when I felt the ice cube and screamed. He'd pushed it right up inside me, and cold water ran down between my ass cheeks. His fingers pressed in, holding the ice in place, letting my heat melt it. I felt my muscles squeezing around his fingers, and he slowly stroked them in and out in time with my cries.

Another ice cube joined the scene, this time against my clit. I fell into another orgasm, my head rolling back and forth between my raised arms, feeling the ice and his fingers stroking me throughout. His mouth returned to lap at my pussy while I writhed beneath him. Somehow, my fingers managed to grab the pillow.

I think I yelled a few curse words because Damien chuckled and said something about me being a bad girl, the sound vibrating against my skin.

Finally, he offered me some relief and pulled away, lowering my legs to the bed. I was panting, my eyes clenched tight. My body felt on fire, as if nothing he'd done so far had satisfied it completely, and yet I felt exhausted. His mouth covered mine. I managed to find the strength to return the kiss, tasting and smelling my own sweet muskiness on his lips.

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I must have drifted off, because my next thought was wondering why I was lying on my stomach. My wrists were still tied to the headboard above my head, I was still blindfolded, and I was still naked, but I had been flipped over. I sighed, feeling my breasts press into the warm sheet, my face nuzzled into a pillow lying between my head and arms. I could reach the wooden slats on the headboard now. I clasped them lightly, smelling my sweat and perfume on the pillow.

I was just about to call for Damien when I felt warm liquid on my shoulderblades, and then the feeling of hands spreading the liquid out over my skin. It smelled like lavender.

"Welcome back, Hun. You took a little nap." He leaned down and kissed my cheek. "I took advantage of the situation and rearranged you. Are you feeling okay? Are your arms sore?"

I smiled and murmured, "Nope, I'm good."

"Good."

He kissed me again and then began massaging my back and shoulders. His fingers slid through the oil, his hands gently pressing and pulling at my muscles, drawing moans and groans from deep inside me. I'd had several massages before, but none had been this sensual. It aroused me more than it actually relieved any tension. 

His fingers moved up into the base of my skull, massaging my scalp and up behind my ears. I breathed slowly, remembering where else those fingers had massaged me. When he finished with my neck, he worked up my arms to my hands. Our fingers laced together, slick with oil.

He squeezed my hands and worked back down to my lower back and sides. I shivered when his fingers brushed against my breasts, rubbing the oil around to my chest where his fingers could reach.

I was moaning by now, feeling the weight of his body between my legs, pressing against my ass. I shuddered when I felt his bulge harden, but he backed away, working on my legs now. I whimpered, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the sound.

He finished with my feet and slowly slid his hands up the back of my legs, over my ass, pressing out along the back of my waist and hips and up my sides. His fingers grazed the sides of my breasts again, and then he lay flat on top of me, his mouth against my neck. He brushed my hair away and nibbled my right earlobe, making me moan.

I sighed and wiggled my ass against him, feeling his hardness throb in return. I didn't want to beg, and I'd agreed not to say anything, but I was hot and bothered despite the massage. I needed more.

"Damien?" I whimpered and arched up again.

"Yes, Kenzie?" He sounded amused. As if he was expecting this. He pressed back against me.

I groaned. "Please?"

He licked at my neck. "Please, what?"

"Please..."

"Hmm?" He stood up, I heard the rustling of clothes, and then he sat beside me, his bare thigh against my shoulder. His hand stroked my lower back, caressing my ass. "What do you want, Hun?"

I couldn't breathe for a moment, knowing his cock was right there. I whimpered and then bit my lower lip. "Let me see you."

He slipped the blindfold off, and I had to blink several times to adjust to the light. I stared at his bare shoulder and a barbed wire tattoo circling his left bicep. 

My eyes drifted down, and I felt something deep inside me twist with desire when I saw his cock, hard and thick laying across his thigh. It pointed right at me, the head red and glossy. I sucked in my breath and turned my face back to the pillow, grasping the slats on the headboard again.

"Is that all?" His hand moved lower, stroking the inside of my thighs.

I squirmed, moaning. "No."

"What do you want, Hun?" His voice was softer, huskier.

I forced myself to swallow and closed my eyes. "You. I want you. Please."

"This?" His fingers slipped up between my wetness, rubbing against my clit.

I gasped, my eyes flying open. Somehow, I managed to find my voice again. "More."

He stroked slowly. His fingers dipped inside me. "This?"

"More." I struggled to get my knees up under me, to open my legs wider, to feel him deeper.

"How about this?" His voice was a hot whisper in my ear.

I cried out when I felt him press his cock against me, stroking it back and forth between my outer lips. "Oh, please, yes!"

"What do you want me to do next, Hun?"

My tongue froze. I only thought dirty in my head. I'd never imagined myself saying the words aloud. Until now. But I couldn't say them. I just couldn't...

He leaned across my back, his cock resting between my ass cheeks, and he whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to fuck you, Kenzie? Do you want me to do it really slow?"

I choked and then nodded so furiously, my neck hurt from the effort.

He chuckled, sat up again, and grasped my left hip in his strong hand. I felt him move his cock until it rested between my outer lips. The pressure increased. My whole body tensed. I'd played with toys many times, so I was well accustomed to the size of his cock. But I'd only imagined what it would be like to feel the real thing inside me. Despite being aroused and stretched, I still worried about pain.

He nudged my knees with his, and they slid further apart on the sheets. He pressed again, and this time he entered.

I choked again, burrowing my face in the pillow, pretending it was his fingers instead of his cock so I could relax. And just as he promised, very slowly—inch by inch—he entered my hot, wet pussy. I couldn't believe the sensation. There was no pain. Instead, there was hard, throbbing heat. And pleasure. Oh the pleasure! I thought he'd never stop, and then he did, and we were both still.

"Are you okay, Hun?" One hand still held my hip; the other stroked the small of my back.

I managed to get out a breathy, "Yeah." I could only imagine our erotic scene: me on all fours, my wrists tied to the bed, my ass raised up to him; him kneeling behind me, his cock buried deep within me, his hands on my hips. Tremors rippled through me.

I'd never imagined myself submissive...until tonight.

He began to back out. He worked his way slowly—out a little, back in; out a little more, all the way back in—until he was sliding so that just the head of his cock remained inside. It was a breathtaking experience, and I could only let out small gasps of pleasure as he moved.

Both of his hands gripped my hips now, and he slowly stroked in and out, rocking my body back and forth against him. He got into a rhythm, and I found myself bucking on my own volition. When he would press all the way in, pausing to give an extra deep push, burying his balls against my ass, I groaned louder.

I lost track of time, just enjoying the sensations: his hands on my body; his cock inside me; the slurping sound of him sliding in my slickness; my heart beating in my head; our heavy breathing. I don't know if he said anything, but I was so focused on the increasing pressure building within me that I don't think I would have heard him if he had. He had not increased his speed throughout. It intensified the entire experience, drew out the pleasure.

He shifted slightly, possibly to relieve pressure on his knees. Why he did it didn't matter, but he shifted inside as well and I cried out, realizing he'd hit my G-spot. He paused on his withdrawal. "Kenzie? Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"




Sweet Torture



"There!" It was all I could say, my breath caught in my throat, silently urging him to continue. I gripped the slats on the headboard and tried to push back against him but his hands held me still.

He pushed forward, and I cried out as he hit it again.

"There!"

"Ahh. I got it, Hun. I got it."

And he did. Over and over again, he slid deep into that perfect spot. The edge got closer and closer. And then I tipped over, screaming the whole way. I collapsed against the bed, but he continued to stroke, whispering words of encouragement. I barely made sense of what he was saying, but his deep voice was comforting.

I felt his hands grip me tighter. His hips slammed into my ass, a hot stream entered me deep within, I cried out with him, and then we were both still. Amazingly, he began stroking again, just as slow as before, and I tripped along on another orgasm.

While I shook beneath him, Damien reached above me and untied my wrists. I fell onto my side. He pulled me back against his chest, still inside me. Tears leaked out my eyes when one of his hands covered my breast and caressed it. His other hand dropped down to cup my mound, his fingers slipping between my thighs to rub my clit.

And I came a fifth time.

At some point, I pushed his hands away. I felt his cock fall out of me and lay against my leg. He scattered kisses along my shoulderblade and just held me spooned against him.

When I'd returned to earth and caught my breath, I rolled over to face him. His arms wrapped around me pulled me close.

"We didn't use the hot tub," I mumbled against his shoulder.

"What, not enough torture for one night?" He chuckled and pressed his lips against my forehead, brushing my hair behind my ear. "Checkout isn't until noon tomorrow. We've got plenty of time."

I tilted my head back so I could stare into his dark eyes. They looked heavy-lidded, as sleepy as mine felt. I managed to hide my yawn with a grin. "Good, because payback's a bitch."

~ H



Sweet Torture



A blindfold is snug around her head as she waits for her Dom to return. He said good things would come to her tonight and He never lies. 

Although it has only been minutes since He told her to kneel and wait, it feels like a century before she hears His heavy boots coming down the hall. He enters the room and firmly closes the door behind Him. His steps are slow and calculated as He circles her, taking in her posture, her hard nipples, her parted mouth. She hopes she pleases Him. It doesn't matter how many times He's seen her naked, kissed her flesh, driven Himself inside her; every time she feels His eyes on her is like the first.

He suddenly strokes her hair. Her head turns, pressing into the touch. Strange that just the faint promise of His fingers can make her wet. She makes a sound in the back of her throat. Just like that, His hand is gone. 

Minutes pass and she doesn't even hear Him breathing. Another person might think He somehow left the room, but she knows He's still with her. His stare bears down on her and she can smell Him. It warms her belly, that strong, masculine, woody scent that clings to His skin. She loves it even more when it clings to her own after He's had her.

He moves again, stepping just in front of her. He strokes her jaw. His fingers whisper across her lips. Even if she wasn't blindfolded, she'd have to shut her eyes; His gaze would be too much. It's the very best kind of torture.

"I don't want you to speak tonight until I tell you so." His fingers skim down her throat. "In fact, I don't want you to make any noise at all. Understood?"

He waits, probably to see if she'll disobey and answer. It wouldn't be the first time she accidentally spoke when He gave such a command. This time she stays silent, eager for whatever He'll give her next.

The sound of His zipper sliding down hardens her nipples. Pleasure slides down her spine and her body hums with anticipation. The wetness between her legs is unbearable and she shifts, pressing her thighs together to get one pulse of ecstasy. 

Of course nothing escapes His notice. His strong hands are suddenly on her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. Her knees nearly buckle from the force of the movement. It's a warning that she understands.

Don't be greedy.

He straightens himself up above her and fists her hair tightly. She feels a slick, spongy hardness pressing against her cheek. It takes a near impossible strength of will not to moan or sigh. She catches the scent of His cock and her mouth waters. Her pussy begs. He pushes it against her lips.

"Kiss it," he orders.

She's happy to comply. Her lips purse and she gives the head a full kiss. The precum sticks to her and she can't help but move her lips. He doesn't deny her this. 

But then her greediness wins out. Her pussy overrules her mind and she slips out her tongue to give one decisive lick. 

She hears Him gasp. He lets go of her hair and pulls away. 

"Did I say to lick my cock?"

He gives her cheek a quick slap. 

"Stand up. "

She manages it on shaky legs. His mouth quickly surrounds her nipple and she has to bite her lip to keep from crying out. His clever tongue circles and sucks. Just as she gets used to the pleasure he grabs her other breast with his hand, massaging and flicking her nipple. It's too much and she moans.

His teeth come down on her nipple. Another warning.

Fingers dance down her stomach. There's an all too brief stroke of her soaking lips. That delicious mouth of His switches to the other breast to torment her some more.

His naughty fingers trace the cheeks of her ass, dipping into the crevice. They circle around the hole, threatening to enter. Then they travel back around to her wet cunt. They slide through the wetness and push against her desperate clit. 

He hums against her breast just before He takes his mouth away. His hands leave her, too. It's complete torture, but the sweetest kind.

"Kneel," he says.

She drops down again. The blindfold is lifted so that now she can meet his intense eyes. He still has His jeans pulled up but His shirt is gone. She licks her lips, wishing she could run her tongue against his skin, that she could devour Him. But she must wait until He tells her to, until He offers what He thinks she deserves. 

"Take my jeans off."

Her hands pull them down slowly. He's as still as a statue; He doesn't help her progress in any way and so it takes her longer than usual to complete the task. Eventually they pool down to His ankles and He steps out of them. 

His cock is so deliciously hard. It points at her as if claiming her for His pleasure. Her fists clench to keep her from reaching out.

The Master comes to her, lifting her chin up so that her eyes come back to His. "Suck me."

Her mouth all too happily encircles Him, lovingly tonguing His cock. He sighs and runs a hand through her hair. 

She bobs up and down, delighting in the flow of precum filling her mouth. She pulls off, rubbing her lips against His head. Her eyes flicker back up to His gaze. The heat there makes the emptiness of her pussy almost unbearable.

His hold on her hair tightens. Even though He doesn't speak, she understands His message. He wants it faster, harder. Nastier.

She spits on it and kisses the tip. Her lips nibble down the side. His balls are heavy and delicious-looking; she can't help giving them a swipe of her tongue. Hearing her Master's pleased moan makes her smile. 

She takes Him back into her mouth, letting His cock slide deep inside. She hollows out her cheeks to tighten around Him as her tongue flicks across His head faster and faster.

His fist pulls her hair and she knows He's about to fuck her mouth. She wants one last opportunity to give her own brand of pleasure, so she quickly sucks her mouth down onto Him, letting the head hit her throat. He groans and pushes her face closer to him, gagging her. The sound of her choking is as much of an aphrodisiac to her as it is to Him. He holds her there for a moment and then tugs her off. 

Though her eyes are tearing, she can make out His focused features. She loves it when He looks at her like that, so intent and purposeful. Before she can catch her breath, His cock is back in her mouth. He pulls out and then dips back in a couple of more times. 

And then it's time. He threads his fingers into her hair on both sides of her face and starts to fuck her mouth.

"Do you like my cock in that dirty mouth of yours?"

She catches herself before she answers.

He fucks her so hard that her knees slide her away from Him. He yanks her back by her hair. He whispers filthy things to her she can't quite make out above the chaos of her own breathing. Spit travels down her chin, her breasts. It's sloppy and fast and deep. 

He slows down after a while, thrusting into her mouth in leisurely-timed movements. And then He fiercely clutches her hair and forces His cock back into her mouth, lodging the tip of it down her throat. Her stomach jumps and her pussy clenches on nothingness. 

She takes in quick bursts of air through her nose as He starts to fuck her throat. Their eyes never wander from each other's as His head pushes into the soft velvet of her throat. Rapidly He throat-fucks her, groaning and sweating as He works them both into a frenzy. His balls smack against her chin. 

Then He eases off of her to let her regain some of her breath, only to fuck His way back into her throat again. She can feel His balls tightening, that telltale swell of his cock. She wonders if He'll cum in her mouth. Her stomach growls at the thought; she could use a good meal of Him tonight.

But just as she revels at the thought, He finally releases her. His cock is wet in the dim light. She eyes it hungrily but wisely stays kneeling, awaiting His next command.

He's breathing heavily, stroking His cock at a controlled pace. His eyes roam hungrily over her. She feels the love in the weight of His gaze.

He gestures for her to stand with His free hand. Her legs wobble as she rises but she manages to keep herself up. She wipes her dripping chin and tilts her head down to the floor. 

''Spread your pussy for me. I want to see how wet you are."

Her fingers pull her lips apart. She has to beg herself not to linger, not to press too hard. He'd be most displeased.

She bares her shiny cunt to Him. His lips curl up into a smirk.

"You're such a whore, aren't you? A cock-hungry whore. Look at how wet you are."

He comes to her and rubs His cock against her hip. "You're so wet. Stick your fingers in that slutty pussy and feel it. Feel how much of a whore you are."

She obeys immediately. He's right; she is outrageously wet.

"Just sucking your Master's cock could make you cum, couldn't it?"

His wet cock slides over her hip and onto her stomach. He pulls back just enough so that He can slide His hand between them. He rubs her stomach, the top of her pussy. He tugs on her slippery lips. They press against her clit and she inhales deeply. 

Then He surprises her by plunging three of His thick fingers into her cunt. A guttural cry escapes her before she can stop herself. His slick fingers pull out and clutch her chin, lifting it so that she can see the displeasure on His beautiful face. 

"Naughty thing." 

Although He's disappointed in her, she loves when He calls her naughty. And He's said it in just the voice that makes her shiver. As if He can read her mind, a brief and amused smile crosses His face. He slips the fingers drenched in her cum into her mouth.

"Suck."

She tastes herself. He watches her through heavy eyelids.

Roughly He grabs the flesh of her hips and throws her on the bed. She lands on her ass and elbows.

"Get on your stomach."

Quickly she complies.

"Lift your knees to your breasts and push your ass out."

She positions herself into the subservient pose and waits.

She doesn't have to wait long. The sting of a flogger erupts across her cheeks. Her head pushes down into the pillow. She loses count of how many times He doles out His punishment but it can't be too long. He stops and rubs her ass with His warm hands, soothing and stroking the undoubtedly red streaks across her pale skin.

"For good measure, I think you deserve a few firm slaps of my hand. About ten should do it. Now you may speak; I want you to count them out."

The crack of His hand against her sensitive flesh rings out in the bedroom. She grunts and cries out, "One!"

The first five are relatively easy. They come in quick succession and they're not dreadfully hard.

But as always, Master's punishment grows in intensity. By the sixth smack, she is feeling the pain.

"Six," she whispers.

"I couldn't hear you. That one doesn't count." His hand quickly comes back down and the cheek jiggles under His hand beneath the force.

"Six!" she screams.

By the time they make it to ten, she's exhausted. And dripping wet.

Without another word, He lifts her up on her knees and sinks His cock into her pussy. He burrows deep until His balls hit her sensitive ass. The friction His delicious cock gives the silky walls of her pussy is almost enough to make her cum, but she knows better than to give into the pleasure now. It'll be so much better when Master says she can.

She moans and clutches the sheets desperately. He grunts while He roughly thrusts in and out of her, pulling her head back by her hair. 

"When you act like a whore," he groans breathlessly, "you get fucked like a whore."

He reaches around and slaps her dripping pussy. Her cries are almost unrecognizable as sparks of pleasure electrocute her body. The passion of their fucking increases when He starts pinching her nipples and bites the back of her neck.

"My little slut," He murmurs against her damp skin.

His fingers circle her clit, driving her wild. Her body spasms against Him, pushing back against every one of His thrusts. 

"Don't you dare cum."

"Oh, God," she wails.

"Tsk, tsk. Don't cum, greedy girl."

He slaps her ass again to emphasize the point. The pain helps reign her in a bit and she focuses on the continuous slide of His dick.

He slips out but she doesn't have time to groan in disappointment; He throws her onto her back. His hand curls around her throat in a firm but not suffocating show of His dominance.

He puts His cock back in slowly until it goes as far as it can. His chest rubs against her nipples and He smiles when she breathes out a "fuck". 

His lips meet hers for a slow, tender kiss that completely contrasts with His brutal fucking only moments before. Too soon He pulls away. He stares at her as He ruts deeply and slowly in her. Her breasts jump with every forceful plunge of His hips. 

She loses herself in His unwavering stare, in the slow but thorough sex, and the somehow cold warmth coursing through her body. She's so distracted that she doesn't notice His other hand reaching for something until it's too late.

The vibrating dildo is far up her ass before she registers any pain. 

"Oh, fuck," she gasps.

She's so unbearably full. He pushes the dildo in and out a few times, fucking her ass in choppy strokes. Then He leaves it in, torturing her with the constant sensation.

His fucking picks up speed as the vibration in her ass travels through her pussy. His eyes shut for a second and in her dizzying euphoria she wonders if for once He might lose control. Then His eyes open and the steel is back in them. He's going to fuck her until He's ready to stop fucking her.

She knows her orgasm is just a few more thrusts away. She prays He'll give her permission soon but she's too smart to rely on that.

"Please," she begs.

He slows down for a moment. His eyebrows lift and there is devilish humor in his eyes. "What was that?" 

"Please. I need to... Please let me cum."

"Hmmm." He gives her a devastatingly deep and hard thrust. She sobs and claws at his back. The artificial cock in her ass is going crazy, her Master's cock is huge and heavy in her sensitive cunt, and it's all making her forget everything but cumming. "I'm not sure if you deserve it."

"Please? I'll do anything."

He kisses her cheek. "I'll hold you to that."

He picks up his speed again and his hand tightens around her throat as she moans with every deep stroke. 

It isn't until tears come to her eyes, until her nipples are hard and begging against His chest, until her pussy is a second away from cumming without His permission, that He finally grunts, "Cum."

She loses everything in that moment. Her name, her sense of time, her surroundings. Everything that's ever come before boils down to this one sensation, this one trembling, earth-shattering orgasm. She cries out when her pussy cums hard on His cock, tightening and releasing with every wave of her orgasm. Her eyes shut tight but a tear of complete joy manages to trickle down her cheek. 

Although it may seem her part of the pleasure is at an end, the truth is quite the opposite. It's just beginning. Her dazed eyes snap open. She drinks in her Master's tortured expression as He drives harder and harder into her. His hand clasps her throat tighter. She knows He's close, and she knows she won't feel complete until she's filled with His cum. All that matters in this moment is His ecstasy. 

Now she can focus on it, especially when she realizes at some point during the time she lost her mind He thankfully removed the dildo from her ass. Her ass is sore and sensitive, echoing the intense pleasure from moments before.

"Yes," she sighs when His other hand squeezes her breast. 

She licks at His lips, runs her hands through His hair and down His spine. She clutches His ass, bringing Him further into her.

His forehead rests against hers. 

"I want your cum," she whispers. "Please give it to me, Master."

He shakes and speeds up. His cock grows impossibly harder. It digs deeper inside her, its motions making pleasantly wet noises as it pushes into her pussy.

"You want my cum? You want it inside you?"

"Yes, yes. Please. I want your cum so bad."

"Yeah," He moans. He keeps one hand on her throat as the other lifts her ass to His hips. The angle changes and she's pretty sure she can cum again.

He knows this. He knows everything about her and her body. "You may cum again when I do," He breathes in a rush.

He picks up speed and she feels His balls tighten against her. His cock swells, His eyes burn into hers, and He grinds Himself between her legs. He kisses her, fucking her with His tongue. The kiss is long and passionate, demanding and possessing, impossibly exciting her even more.

"I'm gonna cum," He says once He breaks away from her mouth. "I'm gonna cum! Fuck, cum now."

And she does. It's more intense than the first time because He's there with her.

He cums far harder than her, grunting with each frantic spurt of His pulsing cock. It goes on and on as He throbs inside her. His hand tightens around her neck as He gives one last desperate thrust, pushing His cum in deeper.

After an indeterminate amount of time, He kisses her forehead and pulls out. Cum oozes out of her, dripping down her ass and onto the bedsheets. It's unbelievably sexy to still feel Him inside of her, to still have the remnants of His pleasure that she caused Him to feel and that He allowed her to have dripping down her legs.

His cock is slick and covered in their cum. He gives her a nod and she knows what to do; she lowers her body and cleans Him with her mouth. He tastes so wonderful that she's almost inclined to keep sucking Him.

But He gives her hair a playful tug and grins at her. She smiles back, licks her lips, and crawls back up to His side.

Both are silent as they arrange themselves in their customary sleeping positions- He half on top of her, a hand cupped on her breast, and she with a leg hooked on His hip. 

His lips are pressed against her neck and His warm cum is still inside her. She replays the images of her sweet torture and drifts off to sleep with a satisfied smile.