‘I agree to your terms, Sir,’ I confirmed, my voice breathy and excited. I heard him grunt with approval and saw the flagstones change to a soft cream carpet as he carried me in and kicked the door shut behind him. I felt dizzy as he lifted me up and my feet connected with the soft, luxurious pile below me. I went to look around at the room, to take it all in, but he grabbed my chin, keeping me facing him.
‘Stand here quietly, while I prepare. Do not move from this spot and do not move your head. Confirm you understand?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I nodded, gazing up at him, wishing he’d just clasp my face and kiss me. His eyes moved down to my lips, as if he knew what I was thinking and he stroked them with his index finger.
‘I will kiss you, in good time,’ he smiled, ‘once you are warmed up, but I must punish you first. We will get this out of the way so your mind can accept it is over and focus on the intense pleasure I’m about to give you.’ He slowly ran his finger down from my lower lip, over my chin, neck and throat into my cleavage, showing through the undone buttons of his pale blue shirt. He did it so delicately, every millimetre of skin he touched fired off my nerve endings, leaving a feel of an echo even when he’d moved on. His finger skimmed over the top button and continued down, over my navel and stomach. My breathing was coming hard and fast as he approached my mound, just concealed by the edges of his shirt. I flexed my pelvis towards his touch, his finger hovering just above my clit, which was now throbbing with a desperate need for relief. ‘Are you wet, ma belle? Do you crave my touch? My fingers, my lips, tongue or cock?’
‘Yes, yes, Sir, all of them,’ I moaned. My nipples had hardened and puckered, each pant of air forcing his shirt to rise and fall, creating gentle friction against them. I needed more. I needed Luc.
‘Bon,’ he stated with a smirk, then moved out of my peripheral vision. I was left with an aching hunger, staring at the corner of the room, where the door frame met the wall as I wondered where he’d gone and what preparations he had to make.
I heard a door open behind me and strained to hear what was happening, but nothing gave me any clue. I focussed on the brilliant white glossed door, the soft taupe paint on the wall next to it, the scent of it still lingering in the air. This hadn’t been decorated long ago by the smell and the carpet underfoot was heavily cushioned and springy. I closed my eyes as I tried to imagine what he had in store for me. God how I wanted him, we’d had sex again after breakfast this morning and had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, but in spite of the powerful orgasms he’d given me I still wasn’t completely sated. I had a feeling I’d always want more with him. He was more addictive than anything I’d ever known. Worse even than chocolate and anyone that knew me would attest to my cravings and passion for that. I held my breath in anticipation, as I heard his feet on the carpet, feeling a shiver run down my spine to know he was behind me, letting out a soft sigh as I felt his breath on the side of my neck, but he was careful not to let his body touch mine.
‘I am hard just looking at you standing here waiting, wearing just my shirt with those long sexy legs on display. Later I want those legs wrapped around my neck as I taste you and drink you dry. I’ll tease your clit with flickers of my tongue, interspersed with slow drags and fast lashings, plunging forcefully into your core. You will want to tear at my hair, to pull me in for more, then push me away when it gets too intense for your body to handle, but you will not be able to move your hands from their restraints. I will say when you can come, I will control your pleasure, just as you control mine. Even masturbating holds no joy for me, nothing compares to your touch, or your warm mouth or tight little cunt around my cock, just as I have ruined it for you too. Close your eyes for me, ma belle.’
I did as I was told and hissed through my teeth as he let his lips graze my neck, right in that spot that had me melting every time, then felt my entire scalp deliciously tingling as he ran his hands through my hair. He gently pulled it into a pony tail, securing it with an elastic hair band at the top, one in the middle and one at the bottom. I felt gentle pressure on the back of my head and the sudden coolness of a soft satin type material being lowered over my eyes. He’d just put some kind of blindfold or eye mask over my eyes. Damn him, I wanted to see the room, I wanted to see him! He took my hand and slowly led me over the carpet to goodness knows where.
‘I will let you go now. You are safe, you will not move unless I tell you to. Clear?’
‘Clear, Sir,’ I nodded, my lips parting as I tried to imagine what he had in store for me. This wasn’t punishment, this was fun. Hot, sexy, get me right in the mood fun.
‘Bon, I want you to reach up with your fingers and slowly undo each button on my shirt you are wearing, then slide it off your shoulders. I want to peruse that body I now own in all its glory,’ he instructed. I nodded and made a start. ‘Lentement,’ he barked, ‘you understand the meaning of the word slowly?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Then why the hurry?’
‘I’m excited, I want to feel you touching me.’
‘Ahhh, you misunderstand, I will not be touching you, not yet. You will be touching yourself and you have just earned an additional punishment for failing to address me in the correct manner,’ he reminded me. I opened my mouth to say something in protest, but quickly held it back. The pleasure I was all down with, the punishment, not so much. I forced myself not to strip off in haste, letting the shirt hang open for a moment, as I undid the last button, knowing he’d be able to see my freshly waxed pussy in all its naked glory. I heard his breathing deepen and resisted the urge to smile. Good he was turned on as well. I ran my fingers up the edges of the shirt and gripped it at the top, shimmying my shoulders to allow it to slowly slide off them, down my arms, stretched behind me, onto the floor. This time I heard a groan and a French expletive. ‘Touch your body, I want you to caress your skin and move up to your breasts, to play with your nipples as I watch, then when I give the order, you will release your breasts and work your way down to your clit. I want to hear your moans and sighs. Proceed.’
I gulped and nodded as I splayed my fingers on my torso. It was a good job I had no self-esteem issues over my body, but touching myself while he sat, or stood and watched me, without me being able to see him felt very intimate. Then again I didn’t think that there was one inch of my skin, other than anal play, that he hadn’t touched, licked, kissed or stroked. My skin felt parched, grateful for touch, as I gently ran the tips of my fingers over it in circles, slowly moving upwards towards my aching breasts. I felt my nipples swell even larger as I stroked over the gentle bumps of my areola and circled the stiffened nubs. My head dropped back as my lips parted, gentle pants leaving my throat as they hardened to the point of pain. I took each between my forefinger and thumb and tugged, pinching tightly.
‘Ahhhhh,’ I cried, feeling the intense pleasure shoot all the way down to the apex of my thighs.
‘Harder,’ came Luc’s voice in a low growl. I nodded and did as I was told, whimpering with pleasure as I began to squirm my hips. I could imagine him standing there naked, his hand gripping his wide shaft, slowly stroking himself, excitement seeping from his slit. The thought of that one time he’d allowed me to take him into my mouth was heady. O God, I was going to come, I was so close, everything was tightening as the warmth in my core started to radiate out, I was going to … ‘Stop,’ he demanded forcefully. I froze, hands still in position, wanting to moan at his abrupt order just as I was about to come. ‘Spread your legs wider, you know how I love to see that gentle pink between your thighs.’
I nodded and did as I was asked, my hands still in place, not sure what else I was supposed to do. I felt like I stood there forever, my body spiralling down from the peak of what would have been a blissful climax as my breathing calmed down too.
‘Keep your left hand gently playing with your nipple, I want you insert two of your right fingers inside you, then suck them clean. I want you to tell me how you taste, what the anticipation of me fucking yo
u does to you.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I confirmed. I gasped as I felt how wet and swollen my lips were. I had to ease my way between them to do as I’d been asked and my whole body trembled to feel their approach. I gently slid them inside me, crying out as my muscles clenched tightly around them, my arousal soaking them, as I fought the urge to pump them hard and fast, just how Luc would have done. Damn him, this was bloody torture I thought, as I slowly slid them out and lifted them to my lips. I gently sucked, taking my time, rolling my tongue around them. If he could tease me this way, I could do it in return. I was pleased to hear him groan again.
‘Tell me,’ he whispered, as I eventually removed them.
‘I taste hot, sticky, pungent and sweet, like a ripe peach or pear, Sir.’
‘Yes,’ he hissed. ‘A pear that is fermenting, strong and sweet all at the same time. I could become drunk on your juices. I will become drunk on your juices and soon. Play with your clit for me, touch it the way you long for me to.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I breathed with a happy smile. I moaned the second my two fingers connected, feeling sparks crackle, firing up my pelvis again. I rubbed slowly, savouring the sweet relieving pressure, then pressed harder and faster as heated cries escaped my lips. God I wished it was him touching me, I wished I was lying down on a bed, my legs spread with his tongue doing this. That tongue that knew every nook and cranny, as if he’d been using it to make me come forever. ‘Luc,’ I moaned, as I struggled to stay upright, my hips circling my fingers as they moved faster and faster.
‘Sir,’ he shot back. I didn’t care, I was going to come, at last, he could smack me all he wanted, I just … needed … to … come. ‘Stop!’
‘No!’ I cried.
‘You earn yourself more punishments, you will stop, immediately!’ he demanded, his tone was so forceful I whined as I reluctantly let my fingers drop away, my clit quivering, begging me to finish the job. I suddenly realised that this was part of my punishment, to build me up and deny me satisfaction. I felt a few tears leech from my eyes and trickle out from the under the mask and whimpered as I felt the lightest touch of his tongue lick them away. He grabbed my hand and suddenly my fingers were bathed with warmth as he sucked them, groaning loudly to taste me. ‘Come, we will get the punishment over with. My cock is throbbing and eager to sink into you. You ruin my resolve even in this room.’
I tried to calm myself as he moved me again and I felt something cold and smooth press against my pelvis. He suddenly bent me over, my breasts pressing uncomfortably against more of the same sensation, I reached up to touch it. It felt like something narrow covered in leather, I turned my bruised cheek away from it, laying my good one down, feeling nervous all of a sudden. My wrists were suddenly pulled forwards and down, then bound with what felt like rope and I heard him walk behind me. I tried to move my hands, but they were secured underneath whatever I was lying on. O shit, what was he doing? I felt him crouch behind me and reposition my feet, spreading them apart and gasped as I felt more rope secure one and then the other, to what felt like a solid wooden leg. That was it, I was now helpless, bent over this contraption and totally exposed from behind.
‘You are still safe, Lulu. I promised I am not a sadist, but you will learn what happens when you betray my trust. Breathe, slowly and gently and do not tense up or this will hurt more. You have your safe words if you need them. Do you need them yet?’
‘No, Sir,’ I replied, then bit my lower lip. I was scared, but at the same time I knew he wouldn’t take me to a place where I’d never recover, or where I’d flinch from him if he approached me again. He loved me, I knew it, unequivocally. It didn’t stop me shuddering as I felt something cold and thin trail across my backside. It wasn’t his hand this time, he had an implement.
‘Twelve is my standard punishment, but you have incurred another two this evening, so you will count with me as I give you fourteen. I will do two at a time,’ he advised, placing a hand in the small of my back. I felt like telling him why bother, it wasn’t as if I could go anywhere anyway, trussed up like a damn Christmas turkey. I heard the swoosh and gasped as two short, fast and very hard licks of something cracked against my right cheek.
‘One and two, Sir,’ I managed to say quickly, before I incurred any extra. Shit, that smarted, what the hell was it? I jolted as the next two connected with my skin on my left cheek. ‘Three and four, Sir.’ I felt whatever he had in his hand trail down the centre of my spine, between the cheeks of my bottom and slowly run through my puffy flesh. I clenched tightly wondering what he was doing and he chuckled. It was suddenly removed and I heard a sucking noise and a groan. He was tasting me, on whatever he was using on me. I counted the next two pairs of lashings with a groan, where my skin had been touched was really stinging, but I was still hot and horny. I wanted him to slam his cock into me forcefully while I was tied up like this, to let the orgasms he’d denied me release. My hips slammed into the contraption I was lying on as I yelled ‘Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, Sir,’ and tears of frustration seeped from my eyes. I sniffed and jumped to suddenly feel his lips on the corner of my mouth.
‘Two more, ma belle. You may not welcome this in future, but that is the point. Do not defy me and it will only be my hand, which is far more gentle, but don’t deny that you are not also turned on. Your beautiful little cunt trembles, you are so wet for me, you crave me back inside you. Don’t you?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I whimpered. ‘Desperately.’
‘You will, soon enough.’ He confirmed, with another kiss just out of reach for me to return it. I wanted to grasp him and kiss him properly, to feel his hands on my body, I felt bereft without his touch. I hated this, but I also wanted him more desperately than I ever had. I screamed in shock as the next two flicks landed firmly on my clit instead of my backside, as anticipated. I panted for a moment, trying to adjust to the burning sensation that felt like I’d just been branded with a red hot poker, molten iron spreading across my entire sex, I could even feel it seeping out of me. Shit. I felt the heat of Luc’s breath gently blowing on me and strained up onto my tiptoes and wriggled my hips, trying to dull the sensation that was quickly blossoming to one of sheer need, as my nerves were hypersensitive to his stimulus, yet still he hadn’t touched me. ‘Thirteen, fourteen, Sir,’ I whimpered, unsure if I should be listening to the sensation of sudden pleasure between my thighs or the smarting pain on my backside.
‘Excellent. You did well, but remember this smart,’ he advised, as he ran the implement over my cheeks again. ‘Remember the consequence of your actions.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I nodded, holding back the fuck me please teetering on the edge of my lips. I inhaled sharply as he grabbed my buttocks, lifting and parting them. I cringed for him to be looking at me in such a vulnerable place. I’d never experimented with anal play and wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
‘One day I will claim this sexy arse, Lulu McQueen, with all methods at my disposal, but not today. Today I promised to lick you dry and I honour my word.’
All methods at his disposal, what the hell was that supposed to mean? I wondered, as I sighed with relief to feel him let go of me. He slowly and sensuously ran his hands down the back of my legs, pressing on a spot right behind my knee that had me mewl with unexpected pleasure, which made him chuckle before moving down to untie the binds around my ankles. What had he just done? I hated the thought of how many women he’d been with to become so sexually skilled. He finished my ankles and I felt him working on my hands, which parted as he lifted and kissed each wrist, before deftly tying the rope back around each, but not pulling them together. I was so confused. What was he doing? How could he be so close to me, naked and desperate and not want me? Just a glimpse of his partially naked body always had me panting with desire, in fact I didn’t even have to see him naked, or his face, look at me now. If I wouldn’t incur more spanks I’d be on my knees pleading for him to put me out of my misery.
Luc
I carefully stood her up, heated blo
od surging through my veins as I led her to my adjustable swing. I felt better for showing her that I was not afraid to punish her for hurting me, the way she had by going back on her word to never see a client again and letting me fly from Paris in a state of agony, which barely eased when I’d seen the state of her as she’d walked into her house last week. Non, she needed to be clear that I would not tolerate this sort of behaviour again. Judging by the pink stripes on her bottom I think she’d got the message. I’d held back, somehow the thought of taking her to the levels I knew I could, seemed abhorrent to me. Her tears hurt me, but her body told me that she was confused, that part of her enjoyed this, which eased my guilt somewhat. I gently sat her on the soft leather seat of the swing and she hissed as it connected with her hot flesh. I lifted her arms up and tied the rope on each wrist to the metal chains hanging from the ceiling, anchored to each end of the leather she was perched on.
‘Grip the chain with your hands,’ I ordered. She hesitated. ‘Do it now and do not let go. I have secured you to them, but this will make you feel safe, this is all about pleasure now, ma belle. Trust me, ok?’
‘Ok, Sir,’ she nodded, doing as she was told. I walked to the side of the swing and pressed a button on the wall, activating the motor to turn and slowly gather the chains up, lifting her higher and higher. She squealed in surprise making me laugh. I released the button when she was level with my face, my cock quivering to scent her need for me. I grabbed her ankles and hoisted them over my shoulders, stepping closer so her calves slid down my back. Mon Dieu, her scent was so bloody arousing.
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