by Amy Valenti
He smiled and tickled my shoulder.
“Good girl. And you’re going to be thanking me a lot over the course of this night, so you should really get used to saying it.” I snuck another peak at him, noticing that his lips were wet. “Besides, precious. It gets me so hard when you say it.”
I couldn’t help that my body jolted with those words. How was I supposed to handle that? How was I supposed to hide my disbelief, my need, all clamouring together into a mess of emotions?
My mouth dropped open and his thumb went to my lower lip, touching it gently.
“Now, while you drink, I’m going to inspect my new possession. The faster you lap every last drop up, the faster this will go.” He was teasing me, those eyes sparking with mischievousness as he stood up again and walked behind me. I looked over my shoulder, but I already knew what he was going to as.
“Spread your legs.”
It was so humiliating, but I’d already done it once. Already let him see such private, personal parts of me. And I couldn’t disobey.
I didn’t want to disobey.
My knees parted, but then his fingers were on my calves, dragging them apart further until I felt my petals open, blossoming for him. I didn’t know, really, what he saw from that perspective, but as he sat behind me, I could only imagine that he enjoyed it.
I looked down at the dish. The faster I go, the faster it was over. I leaned onto one hand, gathering my long hair and pushing it to one side, letting me lower my face to the dish. I was surprised that it parted my lower body even more, my cheeks flushing hot with shame as I began to lick up the milk.
It was a bit sweet, maybe a buttermilk, but it got the taste of my panties from my mouth, so I delicately lapped up a little bit more.
But when his fingertips touched along the curve of my ass, I stilled. He drew a small, curved shape down over the skin, tracing so close to my sex before skirting away. Then back again.
My eyes closed and all my senses were filled with him, that exquisite, teasing touch. He was so gentle, it made me want more, and I found myself pushing back into it. Into him.
He inhaled my scent, though, and I retreated with my embarrassment, licking a bit faster. I hadn’t even finished off a quarter, and his fingers were back, then his palms, then his thumbs. He held both of my ass cheeks, forcing them even further apart, and I could feel his breath against my hot sex. I was so wet. I could tell, as the tickle of his breath passed across my skin and caused me to shiver.
His nose brushed against the inside of my thigh and I gasped. He was so close. His mouth was so close.
I was terrified of what he smelled, what he saw, but his fascination and tenderness soothed my mind enough to want more. To crave him, pressing his mouth to me, his firm tongue guided along my slit. I’d never had someone eat me out before, I’ll be honest, and I never wanted to. Not until this moment.
I shifted slightly so that my cunny was closer to his mouth, hoping so desperately he’d get the hint, but he pulled away, his fingers leaving my flesh before returning on my inner thighs. I felt like my blood was lava, my brain hazed and foggy with need.
He stroked my sensitive inner thighs, feeling out the structure of my flesh, of my body with such intense concentration. I’d completely forgotten about the milk, about anything other than wanting him to touch just a little bit higher, to take some of the strain off my pussy.
My hands trembled as I tried to keep myself upwards, my legs spread so taut, my toes curled into the floor as he pet and stroked my with such attentive affection. No one had ever touched me so softly, with such love in their hands, and I wanted him more than anything. I was tired of him toying with me, but I’d told him not to do the one thing I really wanted him to do now.
And he was totally respecting that, too, his fingers brushing against the inside of my thigh, skirting along my mons, but never against my inner labia. Never threatening me, and that just made me hornier. My mouth opened and a low moan filled the room.
I could almost feel his smile, the way he repeated his gentle motions, eliciting another moan from me, then another. My lower half was practically wiggling against him, wishing he’d fuck up and just brush against me, help me with some of that desperate throbbing in my clit as it reverberated through the rest of my body, but all he did was bring the palm of his hand with a firm but gentle strike against the side of my ass.
The contrast between the softness of his caress and the sharpness of the strike coiled my insides but did nothing to stymie my desire.
“Be still,” he instructed, and I really tried, but it was almost impossible. I glanced down at the bowl of milk, and it was only half finished. Maybe if I drank the rest, he’d be more likely to…
I didn’t even know if I wanted it, but I quickly pulled my hair to the side and began lapping in that rich, sweet milk with renewed urgency. It kept dribbling down my lower lip, and then my chin was covered, but still I persisted as he rewarded me with several more dangerously close swipes of his hand.
I whimpered into the milk, my body turning to jelly against his touch. It was so intense, and at the same time I wanted so much more, I wanted him to stop teasing me. To just get to the point and stop torturing me with the most seductive touches I’d ever felt.
By the time I finished drinking up the last of the milk, my tongue swiping over my lower mouth to try to collect all the remnants of it, I felt delirious. My body was on fire, my mind was emptied of everything but carnal needs, and he gave my bottom a few firm pats. A reward for a job well done.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it, precious?” he cooed as he stood up, walking back in front of me and kneeling. I swear, in my heightened state, I could smell him even stronger in the air. His rich, clean, masculine scent. His hand reached out, his finger rubbing along my chin before offering me a drop on the side of his finger.
This time I didn’t hesitate, lapping my tongue against his flesh, my eyes going up to his. It felt ludicrous, but I felt so damned sexy at that moment. So powerful. I’d never been driven to want someone so bad, and I’d do anything for more.
He smiled, and it lit up his face.
“Good pet,” he murmured, standing up and unchaining my leash from the bedpost, then from my throat. He held a hand out to me, helping me to stand and holding onto my tighter as I realized just how wobbly and uncertain my legs were.
Daniel helped me to the bed, sitting me down as his fingers stroked along my jaw, looking at me with such passion and fire, which I was certain was reflected in my own gaze. Still he guided me so I lay on the bed, on my back, and gingerly he lifted one of my arms.
I’d been afraid of this happening. Ever since Sam had first shown me the little restraints, with those tell-tale D-rings. So why wasn’t that fear present now? Why, when I heard that first metal click, did my pussy throb with excitement?
He was so sexy. It wasn’t even just about his looks, his charm any longer. Those things I’d known since I’d first spotted him, sat on this couch with him. I’d known those things in my bones. But I had no idea how firm, how tenderly he could guide my body into dizzying highs without even touching my pussy, my breasts. He’d avoided those places that most of the boys rushed to with eagerness. He had control over himself, over his desires, and I couldn’t believe what a whimpering mess he was turning me into.
Click, went the first lock, and he walked around the four post bed, reaching for my other hand and repeating the motion. I felt like an angel. A horrible, filthy, hedonistic angel, with her arms spread and her shoulders resting into the finest material I’d ever felt.
And when he went to my ankles, caressing up my waxed legs, feeling over the calves, I didn’t shy away from him. I no longer minded how my body parted so lewdly for him, not with how delicious he was making me feel. My nipples stiffened atop their little perches, the puffy areolas feeling almost swollen with strain.
I almost went to try to touch them, but instead all there was was a jangle of bells and the hitch of the restraint,
enough to earn a look from him. Those piercing eyes… Oh, what they were doing to me.
His hands delicately touched along my calf, tracing over the muscle before he lifted my legs, pulling my left leg from the right and restraining that as well. Just one more limb left, and I widened that of my own volition. It felt so raunchy to even do that, without his guidance, without his prodding. The fire in his eyes, though? That made it absolutely worth it. He seemed overjoyed with my obedience.
“Getting into it, finally, my precious?”
I nodded, and he sat on the bed, his weight sinking between my legs as he looked up at me.
“Do you want your panties in your mouth again?” he asked, and there was a noticeable huskiness there. A rawness in his tone, a bit of breathlessness.
I didn’t care if I had the panties in my mouth or not, but damn it, I wanted to please him. To make him want me. To make him need me. I squirmed as I looked away from him, my entire body red with my blush, with my absolute need.
“I take back what I said earlier.”
His breath held and his brow rose and he stared at me, waiting for me to elaborate.
The silence dragged between us, but he had far more patience than me. I knew that. I should have known that. How could a man restrain himself like he’d been doing, touching over a woman’s body without raw, animalistic need overtaking him and making him want his own pleasure?
I licked my lips, still tasting the buttermilk lingering there.
“About…” I swallowed, but I couldn’t say it, and he shifted, one powerful arm going beside my head, his thighs grazing mine. He was so strong, so powerful, and I was forced to look up at him. His blonde hair framed his face, his broad jaw warped with a wicked grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I don’t like being kept waiting, pet,” he said, with a threat in his voice as he reached for the panties beside me, still wet from earlier. “Tell me what you want. Last chance.”
“I take it back,” I repeated. “About what you can’t do.”
He shook his head, raising the panties to my mouth.
“Not good enough,” he said, as his fingers went to my lips, pressing that lacy material between them. I was silenced, and he was gone, his masculine scent lingering in the air around me and making me curse myself. Why couldn’t I just say it? Why couldn’t I have just begged for him to make love to me, to let me feel his hard, beautiful body against mine?
Why was that the hardest thing to do in the world?
I whimpered as he moved around me, opening the dresser again and removing a blindfold. It looked soft, expensive, and felt even nicer as he trailed it up over my arm.
“But, because you didn’t answer me, you’re not going to be able to see me.”
My eyes went wide and I tried to protest around the panties, my body jerking in the restraints and making the bells tingle with a frenzied energy.
“Hush,” he said as his fingers trailed over my neck and to my face, lifting my head as he began tying the material behind my head. “This’ll help remind you to be a good girl,” he said with a growl of arousal to his voice, and even as I tried to squirm away from him, he easily finished that knot. Fixing my blindfold, I was submersed in darkness, robbed of both my ability to see, and my ability to move. Not to mention my words were entirely muffled by the panties.
I felt the bed shift, and I tried to point my head in the direction I hoped he was, but I was utterly helpless. My body burned with need, my pussy throbbing with such desire to be touched, to be fucked, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen now. I’d messed it all up, and seconds ticked into minutes. I didn’t know how long he left me there, void of sensation, but I heard him pouring himself up another drink, the ice clink-clink-clinking around the glass.
Was he looking at me? Or was he just like those others, ignoring my presence, objectifying me as nothing more than a centrepiece atop the bed?
Either way, it made me squirm, the jingle of bells drawing attention to every one of my futile struggles.
He was in his socked feet, so I couldn’t hear him move so well, but my ears strained to hear his motions, to try to sense where he was. When I suddenly felt an ice cold sensation on my left breast, though, I gasped around the panties.
I wasn’t expecting that, and my nipple hardened to an almost painful sensation as the ice started to melt, the cold water caressing the outer curve of my breath as he rubbed the ice around my areola, teasing it and making it ache before suddenly there was warmth. His warmth.
He’d removed the ice, instead bringing his mouth to my stiff little nipple, his teeth grasping it and sending a thrill through my entire body. My moan was stifled through the makeshift gag, but it was almost primal, and it kind of terrified me. My hips rose up off the bed, begging, pleading for more as he suckled my body with such slow, teasing motions, mixed with the roughness of his teeth.
Then, as suddenly as his mouth had enclosed my nipple, it was gone, and the ice was back, the contrast so jarring. From warm, soft, tender mouth to hard and unforgiving cold.
His other hand reached for my right breast, his palm dwarfing my petite, budded breast. He made me feel so small, so slender against his massive body, those demi-god proportions.
But my body responded eagerly to his touch, my back arching to try to feel more, to have more of his body held against mine. He was teasing me into a frenzy, my little bells making their music every time I jerked, any time I angled my body for more, but he always pulled away before I got what I wanted.
The ice cube was melted so fast, my breast soaked with the slightly sticky water, and I pushed my back up again, begging for his mouth, but instead he retreated, a fresh ice cube plucked from his glass and held between his fingers as he drew it down my slender torso, the water pooling in my bellybutton.
My skin prickled with such need and I was having a hard time staying aware of everything that was happening. My mind was fogged with my increasing lust, and as he drew the cold cube down past my stomach, so teasingly slow, I thought I might scream.
Yes, yes, yes! I instead begged, internally, as that cold water found my pubic bone, and I tilted my hips, feeling some of the liquid drip down over my pussy. I could nearly cry, that little bit of sensation lighting me higher rather than bringing me down to earth.
Now I’d had a taste of it, and I craved more, pushing towards him as he retreated, tut-tutting me and standing up again.
“No!” I cried out around the panties, the words muffled and weak, but then he was couched between my legs, so close I could feel his breath gracing against the wetness of my vulva. The cool glass touched against my thigh and he was so close.
I raised my hips again, desperately, but he was too fast for me, compensating by backing up.
“You have such a pretty little pussy, pet,” he said with such a dark growl, his fingers touching against the outer part of my lips, so teasing and cruel. But his words, oh, they were crueler still, and my body burned with shame. It was hard to remember that he could see me, every part of me, while I was blinded and at his mercy.
“Just a beautiful, clean little puss. Just like I like them.”
I wish I could have sunk into the bed, disappearing into the world, but his words had me burning so hot, and when he pressed that ice cube directly against my clit, I screamed against the panties, my entire body sent into shock.
I was so close to cumming, and he’d barely done anything. If he just rubbed it, just a little bit. Just a bit more pressure…
My hips lifted, and to my delight he didn’t withdraw his hand, didn’t make me beg and plead for it. But at the same time, he didn’t help me. He just held still, letting me grind out my orgasm against that little bit of ice, desperate to reach my climax before it melted against my hot sex.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds, I was certain of it, before my cunny throbbed and my body started to spasm. He didn’t let me pull away, though, our flesh still separated by that little frozen toy of his. I didn’t think
I’d ever cum so intensely, the sound of my screams, the jangle of the bells, filling my ears as all of my nerves tensed and relaxed in such quick succession.
But when it ebbed, I instead felt the warmth of his fingers against me, the ice melted away into a pool beneath me, mixing with my own sticky-sweet honey.
I was soaking wet, and he trailed his fingertips up over my lower stomach, pushing my ass back into the bed.
“Bad pet,” he growled. “You made such a mess.”
I shuddered from his touch, his words, the headiness of everything. Robbed of my vision it felt like everything else was intensified, his touch so much more potent as he ran his finger over my stomach and down my thighs.
I tried to plead for forgiveness through my gag, but it didn’t matter. Not once his mouth went to my belly button, licking out the remnants of the ice water, teasing around the sensitive edges of my body that had never been touched in such a way. Certainly never licked. I was surprised at how erotic it was, but more than that, I was surprised to find his chest bare as it pressed against my sex.
He could be fully naked and I wouldn’t even know.
The thought thrilled me more than I could ever have expressed and I shuddered again, the threats of another orgasm quickly beginning to take me over.
His mouth worked down over my thighs, skirting so close to my vulva, teasing over the sensitive and newly bare flesh of my sex. All of my nerve endings felt so much more alive there, no longer protected by the hair, and it felt so damned sensual. I could barely stop myself from thrusting my hips up again, but he pressed them down, always keeping me firmly under his control.
“Bad girls don’t get that,” he said, and inwardly I screamed.
I was determined to be a good girl, then. To do what he said. To follow every single one of his commands, and I guess that look of determination crossed my face because he followed it up quickly.
“So if you do exactly as I say, I’ll fuck your pussy with my tongue. Would you like that?”
My head nodded so fast, so hard that the leather collar dug into the flesh a bit and he touched my bellybutton with his thumb. “Good.”
