My Guilty Pleasure - Part 2
His Temptation
He smiles at me before his features go back to business. The scissors are out again and he carefully runs the tip over my collar bone. My eyes flutter shut and I try to calm my breathing. It doesn't help at all and my heated core pulses with anticipation. Again, he tugs on the front of the dress and opens the blades, sliding one between my flesh and dress. I gasp as he pushes and snips away at the material in one quick motion. He is cutting the dress away from my body?
I try not to make a sound as he keeps going, down the valley of my breast and all the way to my belly button. My nipples harden when the cool air comes into contract with them. I shiver and open my eyes once more, watching him, but his eyes are fixated on my chest. He is smirking and he brings the scissors up to my bust. He uses a feather touch when gliding the blades over me, leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way.
"Fucking beautiful," He purrs, his gaze still locked to my bosom. "Enjoying yourself, Kitten?"
"Yes…" I murmur, letting out a grunt when his left hand comes up and twists my nipple.
"Yes what?" He says, pulling harder.
"Yes, Sir!" I squeal.
He makes a sound of approval and drops the object to the floor, using his hands to massage my aching breasts in his hands. He pays special attention to my tortured nipples before swooping down and capturing the right one in his mouth. I moan uncontrollably, his tongue swirling around the peak and teeth scraping against them. It feels so good and I let my head fall back, exposing me and pushing my chest towards him. I can feel him grinning and I know he is enjoying seeing me a horny mess way too much.
Suddenly, his hands leave my body and I watch as he reaches for the tie around his neck. He looks me dead in the eyes as he undoes the knot tantalizingly slow. He ducks under my arm so he is standing behind me again, gripping my hair to yank my head back. It's his silent demand for me to stay in this position. Then I feel him loop something around my neck; the tie, although it isn't meant for my neck. Gingerly, he lifts in up to my mouth, slipping it between my teeth before securing it to the back of my head, being carefully not to tangle my hair in to the knot.
I am silenced.
Softly, his hand combs through my locks, making sure the hair band is doing its job of holding it out of the way.
"Now," He says, lifting the back of the dress again so I am exposed. "I am going to fuck you against this door. You're not allowed to cum unless I say so, got it? Just nod your head for me, Kitten; I don't want to hear a word slip through that sweet mouth of yours."
I tilt my head, giving him my consent. That's all he needs.
Within a second, I feel his sleek digits glide over my sex, spreading my wetness all over. His fingers deliberately dip inside me and I try with all my might to stay silent, but I cannot help the strangled sigh that catches in my throat. He chuckles behind me, knowing very well the effect he is having on me, but I can't help it one bit. It's what he wants to have this power over me and I gladly give it to him.
His other hand is tightening its forceful hold on my hip, nails digging into the skin, but I don't care. Feeling him touch me and play with me is all I am focused on. Harder and faster he goes with his rhythmic fingers, his thumb rubs every so often over my clit. I want to cry out and release some of my inner turmoil, but I know he will just make me pay for disobeying him.
The hand on my waist disappears and I hear the faint sound of a zipper being opened. My eyes snap open and I try to get a look over my shoulder. He makes a sound of disapproval and his skilful fingers leave my sex, making me feel empty and needy. He hooks the arm around my stomach and moves my body to arch again. My backside is high in the air and I am once again open for him.
He comes around to the side, taking in the view of my breasts hanging below me and being completely unable to move. Out of the corner of my eye, I can make out a rapid movement. My eyebrows narrow as I try to make out what he is doing. Curiosity gets the better of me, my head tilts slightly to the side and the sight I am greeted with makes me gasp. His hand is wrapped around his thick member, pumping it as his eyes roam over my body.
This is a first for me.
Of course, I have seen his cock before, but never like this.
He notices me staring and flashes his infamous smirk.
"See something you like, Kitten?"
I am completely in shock, not expecting to ever see that side of him. It is almost playful the way he looks at me, his face half hidden in the shadowy room. He reaches forward with his other hand and the pads of his fingers ghost over my nipples again. I whimper as he gently circles them, humming to himself when he sees my reaction. Once again, he is behind me holding my hips up and angling me properly.
I'm already wet, practically dripping, so in one quick motion he shoves himself inside me to the hilt. My mouth opens but no sound escapes me. My walls close tightly around his pulsing member and I hear him let out a throat grunt of pleasure. He doesn't move at first, instead he enjoys the feeling before slipping back out.
I let out a whine at the loss of contact. He takes his cock in his hands again and starts to rub the tip over my folds. I buck my hips, trying to get something more, but he pulls away completely, delivering a quick slap to my thigh.
"Fuck…" He murmurs, his fingers sliding up and inside me again.
My mouth is watering as he slips his fingers out and back along and between my slit, and then proceeds to dip them into my core once more before pulling out. He makes sure I am completely wet all over, his thumb sliding over my back passage as well. I jerk at the foreign feeling, but it is soon forgotten as he starts to massage my clit.
His other hand comes around my waist and taps the front of my pussy, making every nerve down there buzz. He rubs the skin better, continuing to send blissful pleasure through the rest of my body.
"So smooth," He purrs in my ear, nipping at my shoulder and grinding himself against my ass.
I can imagine him popping his sleek digits into his mouth when I hear the low moan come from deep in his throat. I am so worked up, desperately pulling at my restraints and rubbing my thighs together. I'm so close and the aching deep inside me refuses to leave. It's almost painful, like a hurricane wiping away at my core, but there is nothing I can do. Nothing I am doing is giving me any type of release.
"Shh," He murmurs soothingly, stroking my behind. "Just relax, Kitten. I'm going to blow your mind, but you have to relax. You don't want a whipping, do you?"
I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to cut off everything around me and give me a minute to compose myself. After a few short minutes, I feel in control again. My breathing returns to normal and the aching is gone.
But the feeling doesn't last long.
With one well aimed shot, he plunges himself inside me, balls deep. He makes a crossed sound of a roar and grunt, his mouth latching onto the soft flesh of my shoulder. My heart goes into overdrive, feeling as if it could burst from my rib cage at any second. Already I feel the makings of little bruises on my hips from where his hands have locked themselves, holding on with everything he has.
Pure sensory overload is the only way I can describe it, exploding inside me. My mouth falls open, but it is almost impossible to make a sound, all of my energy focuses on the pulsing pleasure in my core. His deep and powerful rhythm makes me weak at the knees. My nails dig into the wooden door and my teeth clamp down on the silk tie in my mouth, only my hips swirling against him, silently begging him for more.
Any coherent thought is gone in the moment and there is only one single thing on my mind. The pure, mindless bliss. It is taking me higher and higher to the heavens. My body is on fire and it feels like my fire is burning and sweat gathers on my brow. All of this is happening in one single moment of his incision -? that I barely notice him pulling away and plunging back inside me.
His softness ends and he lets out an animalist growl. He drives into me with even more force, hard and rapid thrusts. My back arches and my head falls back, screaming against the tie. I hear his breathless chuckle as he angles his hips and then my own, gripping my hair in a tight fist. I see his eyes almost glowing in the dark, watching me with his intense stare and never breaking his rhythm.
"I shouldn't let you cum, should I?" He barks. "I should fuck you until I'm done, and then I'll leave you all needy and wanting even more. What do you think?"
"Please!" I yell through the tie. "Oh, please, Sir…"
"You want to cum?"
I nod frantically, whimpering.
"Beg me."
My whole body starts to buckle wildly and his eyes snap shut as my inner walls clamp down on his member. I'm close. I'm so close and he knows it. That's when I feel his hand leave my hair and focusing on my clit again, rubbing and pinching.
"Please, Sir!" I beg, although it comes out muffled, I know he can hear me. "Oh, God…please let me cum, Sir…please!"
"Come on then, Kitten." He whispers, furiously fingering my clit. "Cum…"
As he rams into me, I feel myself falling over the edge, my orgasm washing over me and my mouth falls slack. I can hardly stand up by myself, only his arm wrapped around my waist is supporting me. A few more quick thrusts and I feel his entire body go taut and clenched, his balls tightened and the sudden pressure inside me as he releases his seed.
"Mine!" He says, so savagely it's almost a snarl as he finishes his last few thrusts.
His heaving chest rests on my back as I slump forward, my legs giving in to the aftershock and the pleasure he has given me. I feel his breath on my sweaty neck, his fingers lightly sliding over my stomach, soothing me. His lips are on my throat, kissing me tenderly and carefully biting at my ear lobe. His hands reach up to my gagged mouth, carefully pulling the knot away from the back of my head. My body is still shaking so much that I barely notice him reach up to undo the cuffs. My arms simply flop to my sides, no strength left to hold them up.
He supports me all this time, lifting me up into the air with his strong arms. He's still breathing heavily, but his composure is back as if it was never gone. It is the one thing I envy with him, his ability to look so calm and collected whilst I lay a withering mess in his gasp and in his very presence.
"You did so good, my little Kitten," He muses against my damp forehead, kissing it gently and rubbing my back.
"Thank you, Sir," I manage to say, opening my eyes to gaze up at him.
"But…" He lays me down flat on the bed, hovering above me. "I'm not nearly finished with you yet."
Okay, so slightly shorter chapter, but I felt that this was a good place to stop. Anyway, this is all I have written so far, so do you want me to write a little more? Or should I end it here? Please let me know! Is there anything you would like to see? Drop me a review and I will see what I can do.
Also I started my new job, so updates might just pop up every now and then, but I will be updating regularly. Thanks to Amy (LiveBreatheVampires) and Ren (throughmysoul44) for their help!
Next chapter: Elena is ready to push her limits and explore true submission. Stay tuned ;)