Passions Prologue
By Dana Keylits

Chapter Thirteen: Dessert

Blinded by the smooth press of silken fabric against my eyes, my other senses took over and I was soon assaulted by a cacophony of scents (vanilla, cherry, the musky smell of sex) and sounds (the whistling of the evening breeze gusting through the open crack in her window), and tactile sensations (the pinpricks of quivering flesh as I waited, patiently, achingly, longingly, waited for her exotic touch).

I became keenly aware of her movements, the slightest random shift of her body, her hands, even her breath. And as I tried to orient myself, imagine where she was, I felt the mattress dip beside me, then, another depression of the bed on my other side.

She was straddling me.

She adjusted my bondage, the erotic resonance of leather and metal echoing in my ears as she tightened my restraints.

First the left wrist. Thwap! Then, the right. Thwap!

She had me bound tightly enough that I could barely move, but not so tightly that it restricted the circulation of blood to my captured hands.

I imagined her towering above me, her raven hair spilling loosely around her shoulders, her swollen lips, the glistening vee at the base of her neck, the swell of her breasts and chocolate drop nipples, the powerful, shapely, mocha skinned legs that straddled me.

And, the delicious, inviting mound of curly hair that welcomed me to her warmest parts.

I wiggled my hips, the throbbing between my legs reaching a critical level, and I begged her for relief.

I could hear her smile.

"Open your mouth," she purred, her voice like velvet.

I opened, tilting my head, waiting.

I sensed the soft vibration of her body as she hovered inches above me, smelling sweetly of vanilla and sugar. My thoughts were thrown into chaos as the heat rose on my cheeks, my breath halting and heavy, my pulse racing, the blood coursing through my veins like cars on an endless racetrack.

And, then I felt it. The soft press of her breast at my eager lips.

I arced upwards, my open mouth seeking her like a baby bird waiting to be fed, and I hungrily lured her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking, rewarded by its rise and hardening against my tongue and the joyful sigh that tumbled past her lips. She tasted salty and sweet like honey and sea salt, and I savored with delight the texture and taste of her as my tongue laved her puckered flesh.

And, then she withdrew. Her breast torn from my mouth, my lips smacking as her nipple popped out. I chased her, a soft whimper rising from my throat.

But, she was gone.

Suddenly she was at my ankles, releasing them, the soft, but securely bound, fabric tickling my calves as she untied the scarves. As soon as my legs were free, I squeezed my thigh's together, trying to temper the throbbing ache that had been relentlessly pounding between my legs.

She laughed again, that wanton giggle that told me she was enjoying my torment. I felt her leave the bed, and heard a rustling sound, then the mattress dipped again and she knelt by my lower legs.

"Open your legs, Kate."

I did as I was told, and her hands ran up my inner thighs, a trail of goose-bumps rising in their wake. Then, using her knees, she spread my legs apart even further. My heart raced as I anticipated what might come next.

She didn't make me wait for long, and I felt something cold and unyielding nudge at my entrance. She whispered in my ear. "I'm going to enter you now, Kate. Okay?"

I nodded, unable to locate the words required for a verbal response.

"Do you remember your safe word?"

I nodded again. Oranges.

"Ready?"

Nod.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" I hissed, my voice hoarse and unrecognizable, my hips bucking against the hard synthetic of what was undoubtedly a rubber dildo.

She laughed again. "I'm going to fuck you, Kate, until you come."

I bit my lip, groaning with anticipation. "Yes, God, Bette." I gasped. "Yes."

She thrust into me, the dildo forcing it's way deep into my body, and I immediately cried out, unprepared for the sudden assault in spite of her warning. She slowly eased out, her body heavy above me, her lips on my collarbone.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice a commanding whisper but laced with genuine concern.

"Yeah," I answered. "Yes. Just, wasn't expecting..." she was easing back in as I answered her, her hips slow, the dildo sliding gracefully inside of me, my body stretching and expanding to accommodate it. "...that much, that big, so, ahhhh, soon."

"Did it hurt you?"

"No," I replied, savoring the languid pace she was setting, my body adjusting and obliging the thick dildo.

"Good," she hissed, pulling out, pausing, and then pounding into me again.

Hard.

I moaned, my fingers curling into tight fists, leaving crescent shaped indents into my palms as I coiled my legs around her middle, feeling the hard strap of leather that was attached to her waist against my calves.

My mind spinning with carnal, disorganized thoughts, my hands fighting against the unyielding leather, I begged her to take off the blindfold. I needed to see her, I wanted to watch her.

But she ignored my pleas, continuing her almost excruciatingly languid pace, her breasts slick and moving against mine, her hands everywhere, her mouth hot and wanton, exploring every inch of my tepid flesh, landing on the glistening column of my throat, and I threw my head back and roared!

"Bette! God!"

She purred, laughing, moaning, sighing with obvious delight, as I writhed beneath her. She took one nipple into her mouth, sucking in rhythm to her quickening thrusts in and out of me.

And, in.

And, out.

And it wasn't long before I'd forgotten about my restraints, forgotten about my desire to watch, forgotten about anything that wasn't touching me, coaxing me, teasing me, leading me towards orgasm.

The blood rushed to my aching sex, pounding, thudding, I could almost hear it. And, with every increased thrust of the dildo inside of me, I was closer and closer to the sweet release I'd been craving from the moment she'd asked me, her lips curled into a dare, "Have you ever been tied up, Kate?"

Ascending new heights of erotic pleasure that most certainly were considered a mortal sin by the righteous and most pious among us, I arched my back, my breasts heaving, her mouth surrounding my nipple, sealing it with supple but firm lips.

And, I soared.

A sudden rush of dirty words and tawdry secrets spilled uncontrollably past my lips as the orgasm overtook me. A tsunami of unbelievable pleasure, so powerful, so sharp and fast and wholly consuming, it practically hurt. And, for the briefest of moments I had lost all sense of personhood, acting on the most basic of carnal animalistic instincts instead.

Bette expertly coaxed every drop of ecstasy from me, my inner muscles tightening and releasing around the tractable dildo, my body arcing against hers. the aftershocks hitting me in unexpected intervals.

I feared I would shatter, come apart right there, blind, mute, barely able to breathe, a sloppy mass of writhing flesh and blood, bone and muscle, and I once again begged for her to release my eyes from their darkened confinement, so desperately did I want to see her.

But she laughed again, that smooth, enchanting, wicked laugh, and she eased the dildo out of me. It was wet and warm from having been inside of me, and I could feel its firmness against the inner thigh of my left leg.

And then it was gone. And, so was she.

Something cool and soft pushed against my lips, and juice ran down my chin. I opened my mouth to take it in, the strawberry so sweet and invigorating, as if I were tasting it for the very first time. Her breath infused my skin, and then her tongue licked the juice clean in one, long, elongated stroke.

I ached.

Every part of me.

And, I craved more and more of these wonderful sensations; these daring fleshly experiences that I didn't even know were possible for me.

"Bette," I whispered, feeling enlivened by the sweet strawberry, its succulent juice cooling the inside of my parched mouth, drizzling down my throat. "Bette, please."

"Not yet," she whispered, her mouth hot against my ear. "I have plans for you, Kate."