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Music: Claude Debussy "Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun"

Chapter 8

BPOV

I slide on my crotch less fishnet stockings with matching tiger-print bustier. I decided to put my kinky boots back on since I saw he liked them so much. Tonight he's going to get a peek at the treasure without being able to dive into it. I love sexual foreplay especially without the payoff.

The first year I was a sub I learned to control my need to please others. I subbed so I could fully understand what it felt like to have absolutely no control so that I could never put myself in that type of position again. I also did it to rid my system of the helpless feeling I'd been carrying around so that I would never willingly force myself into feeling helpless again. Needless to say, it was quite an eye opening experience. I did things that I never thought I would want to do and I loved every minute of it.

I rewet my hair and slick the stray ends back into a tight knot to the back of my head. I place my mask from dinner back on and head down the stairs. I am anticipating setting his ticker off so that I can learn his body as well as teach him about his own limitations so that later on he can learn to gain control of them. I sometimes think of myself as a professor of sexual arts and it works to my advantage since I have become very fond of the lifestyle. As I make it into the Lair, E.C awaits and I hear an intake of his breath as I step into the room. He has no idea what he's in for tonight but I have the feeling that he's going to fully cross the threshold into sexual submission.

EPOV

When she steps into the room, I felt the wind knock out of me when I saw those boots. I can imagine fucking her with just those boots on and the thought gets me high. She walks over to the keypad and suddenly a compartment pops open from the side of the bed. She reaches in and pulls out some type of underwear. I can't tell what they are but they are unlike any underwear I've ever seen. She pulls out a leather collar with a leash and my eyes bug out.

If Emmett saw me, I would never be able to live this down. Good thing no one knows I'm here and no one will ever find out. She walks over to her wall of toys and grabs an all-black riding crop. She whips it through the air and a devilish smile crosses her face. She walks slowly towards me sliding the crop between her breasts and slaps it across her thigh. I would love if that crop was replaced with my dick. She stops in front of me and tells me, "Open your mouth."

I do as I'm told and she slides the riding crop between my teeth as I bite down. She takes the collar and attaches it to my neck. The fit is snug but not uncomfortable. She places her finger in between the collar and my skin to assess the fit and once satisfied, she takes the crop out of my mouth and places it under her arm. She bends over and the scent of lavender strikes me again as she begins tonight's session.

She moves close to my ear and I can feel her warm breath graze my skin as she speaks.

"Tonight I'm going to show you how the line between pleasure and pain can be enjoyable."

She begins to suck on my earlobe and glides her tongue toward my cheek and licks the side of my face. I want this woman. I want her in a way that I can't even explain. It's so animalistic, so natural. If her voice is a testament to what she could do to my body, consider me sold. She picks up the leash and bids me to get up. I follow her to the other side of the room where she stops me in front of what seems to be a bar with cuffs hanging from them. She takes both of my arms and secures the cuffs around my wrists. She lets her hands trail down my arms, across my chest and heads south. I can feel my temperature rising and her hands get closer to the V that forms at my hips.

Oh God, I hope she touches it. Please, please touch me.

She slides her hands down the band of underwear gliding her nails across my skin as she pulls them down. My erection springs free and she licks her lips when she looks up. Her mouth will be my undoing. If her lips would just wrap around my tip I know that I would come instantly. She reaches down and replaces my black boxer briefs with the weird underwear that I saw her pull from the bed compartment. They fit snug against my body and they are crotch less. Suddenly, a small remote is in her hand and she presses a button and I feel the mechanism within the underwear massage my balls.

What is she doing to me? Does she want me to die right here?

"Do you like that? It's my newest toy and I thought you would be the perfect sub to try it on." She walks around me and slaps me on the ass, sending a jolt through my body. I'm trying to concentrate but the ball buster is driving me insane. She walks behind me, and secures my mask with a blindfold. I realize she doesn't want me to see what she's going to do to me.

She confirms my assumption as the sound of Debussy floods the room. Debussy was one of the first pieces I learned to play and I have loved it ever since. The music causes you to transcend and you can't help but to be overtaken by its power.

"When dealing in sexual foreplay, arousal is heightened when one of your senses is taken away and in turn other elements are added to increase your sensory connections. I've blindfolded you therefore the elimination of your sight heightens your anticipation for what is to come. The adrenaline that is released due to your belief of what you can handle and what you will be willing to handle goes up a notch. I can tell by your breathing that you are excited as well as nervous because I have all the control."

She was right, I was excited. My excitement was growing stronger as I thought about all the naughty things I wanted her to do to me. I was also nervous by what that would mean if I actually liked it.

"By the time I'm through with you, your body will be begging for a release, but only I will dictate if you can have one or not. If you come before I tell you to, I'll be very upset with you EC. This is not for my benefit but for yours. If you are going to continue to be my sub, you have to learn to control your releases. Now let's begin shall we?"

Fuck, I thought we already had begun when she put the Ball-O-Matic 2000 on my ass.

"Yes Miss", I strain to talk as the effects of the massage are sending my body into overdrive. I feel the massage increase in speed. Her nails graze across my ass as she cups my left cheek and slides the riding crop between my slit. Next thing I feel is the riding crop as it smacks my left cheek and I jump from the sting. A warm sensation from where the crop landed spreads across my cheek and I can't focus because of the pleasure between my legs.

"Do you like that? Do you want me to hit you again EC? Answer me."

I answer huskily "Yes Tigress."

She bites down onto my shoulder and whispers into my ear, "Yes Tigress…what?"

I realize she wants me to ask her to finish working me over with the riding crop. I love the sensation it gives to my skin and I want some more. The mix of pleasure and pain is astounding.

"Yes Tigress, please hit me again." I feel the crop smack my right cheek and her nails slide down and cast a spell that is impossible to deny. As my body jerks, I pull against the restraints and groan.

"Mmm, that's what I like to hear. Can you feel it, the surge of pain being overtaken by the pleasure?"

She's like a mad genius and I'm her willing subject. She lowers the massage and I feel her smack me across my erection with the crop.

"Ahhhh," another wave of pleasured pain hits me and I have to focus to keep from coming undone. I feel her tongue slide up the middle of my chest, starting at my hips until she makes her way to my nipples. She moves her tongue around the left one, and I feel a slight pinch of pressure.

What the fuck? Did she just clamp me? She sucks on my right nipple and I feel the pinch of pressure again. Who would've thought that nipple clamps could feel so good?

I delight in the pressure from the pleasure and pain. I feel her hands glide down to my dick and feel her slide something on. I immediately realize that it's a cock ring. She strokes my dick slowly and I can feel her breath hot on the tip. She's trying to test my ability to hold off from climaxing. I refocus my thoughts but she isn't making it easy while she blows lightly on the opening of my tip.

"Hmmm you're doing surprisingly well. Some of my other subs couldn't make it through the cock ring placement. Let's up the ante a bit. I do love an unexpected twist and turn every now and then." She kisses the inside of my thigh and I feel the massage increase. She grabs onto my erection tighter and begins to stroke faster.

Sweet fuck! Don't come Cullen. Hold on hold on. My breath hitches and I suppress the need to come. She stops stroking and my breathing steadies as I listen to the violins soar in the room. I hear my heartbeat as it tries to slow down and I am thankful for wishful thinking. I feel her untie me and I inhale her intoxicating smell of lavender. She keeps me blindfolded and yanks on my collar with the leash to pull me behind her.

She places her hands on my chest to stop me and I realize the nipple clamps are still there. I just notice that I am working on pure adrenaline because now my legs feel like they could give out at any moment. She grabs me by the hand and I feel the bed on the back of my legs.

"Lay down, spread your legs and your arms out into an x." I do as I'm told, and I hear the shackles as she cuffs each of my hands and legs to the bed. Again, she checks for tightness and removes the collar from around my neck. I hear the leather and chains hit the floor as she throws them and then all is silent. I try to listen harder to see what she's going to do, but I can't tell.

I feel the mattress sink from her weight and realize she is climbing onto the bed with me. My pulse quickens at the thought of her being on top riding me hard. After all this, what else could she be planning for me? My question is answered to soon as I feel her tongue glide across my bottom lip.

"Your lips taste sickly sweet like cotton candy. I want to bite them." And she proceeds to do just that, she sucks on my bottom lip and gently bites into it. I stick my tongue out just so I can get a taste of her and she smacks me lightly in the face.

"No, no you naughty boy," she breathes against my open mouth. "I didn't say you could taste me yet." Her voice is kryptonite and I am crumbling beneath her.

I feel her skin against mine as she slides her thighs across my hips to straddle me. Oh my god, I would give anything to feel the heat between her legs. As if she can hear me, she sits down on my pelvic bone just above my erection and I can feel the wet warmth between her legs. To have her pussy so close and not be able to feel the inside is complete torture. This is my true punishment.

I feel her turn over and her ass grazes my erection. She slides her hands down my thighs and I struggle to compose myself. Her body is warm and familiar but I don't know why. To be honest, I don't give a shit. I just want to fuck her… hard. I feel her back arch and a sensual moan comes from her chest. The sound vibrates across my body. She rolls back over and slides her wet slit right above the head of my dick.

Push down, please push down.

"Ahh, so close yet so far E.C. I know by now you are begging me to slide down on your cock, but I won't. I'm going to dry fuck you now. You are not going to come until I tell you to do so. If you come before I say, then your punishment will follow. Do you understand? Answer me."

I can barely get the words out but I reply with a gulp, "Yes tigress, please."

"I knew you would beg me to release you and I'll oblige you. You want to fuck me don't you E.C.?"

As she talks to me she begins a slow grind on my dick. I can feel the wetness of her slit and it's driving me insane. It's a slow and hard grind and she twists the nipple clamps as she picks up speed. I can feel a tightening in my stomach and I know it won't be long now. The speed on the massager goes to full blast and I am ripping apart. She slides her tongue across each nipple and breathes heavily across my chest.

I can feel her rise up as she places her hands in between each bicep and she moves her hips in a rhythmical movement.

"I can tell you're almost there. Let's count down. You count with me. We'll start at 10 and you'll come once we reach 1. Start counting now."

It takes me 2 seconds as she snatches me out of my feelings of ecstasy.

"10" she picks up speed and grinds hard on my throbbing erection.

"9" I can feel my climax it's so close but I have to hold out. I stay focused.

"8" She climbs off of me and she begins to stroke me slow and hard.

"7" My buildup intensifies and I struggle to hold on. "6."

By 5 I'm dying, I can feel the surge overtake me, and I'm on the brink.

"4" she slides off the cock ring while still stroking faster.

"3" I growl as I'm holding on for dear life. My God, I could go blind from this nut I'm about to bust. I feel the massage end.

"2" she yanks off the nipple clamps and leans down to whisper in my ear the word 'one' and as the number 1 makes it out of my mouth I explode from the mind-blowing orgasm. She bites my lower lip as I tremble and jerk from the eruptions coming from my body.

She breathes "Good boy," against my lips and my voice comes out in a whimper. Never ever in my life have I experienced such an orgasm without being inside of a woman not even from a blowjob. My body feels weightless as all the emotions of pleasure and pain overtake me. My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath.

My limbs feel like liquid. I think I might just slide off of the bed. I open my eyes, slide off the blindfold, and realize I am alone in the room. My shackles have been loosened .When did she leave, did I black out? I struggle for some concept of what happened and my mind can't focus. As I sit up, I realize that I am in for much more than I bargained for.

I grab a towel that has been left by my side and clean myself off. I stand up with towel in hand and wobble to the door. I think I died for a minute and came back. I make my way down the hall to my bedroom and it feels like I've been fighting in a war. I go into the bathroom and throw the towel in the small hamper. I reach the bed and throw myself on it. I realize I'm still in the massaging underwear but I don't give a fuck. I ask myself two questions.

Do I think I can stop being her sub if things between Bella and I get better? And more importantly, will I actually want to stop?

Holy great humping Batman! Fluff without the marshmallow...who knew dry humping could be so good? What is a sub to do once real love might become again attainable? Guess we'll just have to wait and see. As always, leave your comments, reviews and questions by clicking the "Review this Chapter" link below. I'll see you in two weeks!