“What the hell?” he asked breathlessly. “Keep going!”
“Only once you’ve told me where you got the scar.”
“Knife attack,” he blurted out.
Her stomach tightened. Phil went too far in his job. He was unscrupulous and sensation seeking — a dangerous combination.
“One day you’re going to get yourself killed, Philly boy,” she said mockingly.
He looked at her from below his half-closed eyes. “You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmmm, well then I wouldn’t have anyone to challenge me anymore. What a boring life that would be.” She kissed his quivering erection and stood up.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Let’s go have a look at all these pretty things that I’ve always wanted to try out on a man.” She picked a butt plug from a glass cabinet and waved it at him.
His eyes bulged in horror. “Don’t you dare!”
“Still a virgin, huh?” She laughed.
His eyes became darker than the night. “If you do that, I’ll kill you.”
She stepped in between his thighs. “I’ll spare you if you tell me what those men say when they talk about me.”
“They say … that sex is like … a handshake for you.” He nervously fixed his eyes on the plug.
Caprice shrugged and smirked. “That’s true.”
That had been a close call for Philipp, but he’d been lucky. It wouldn’t have been any fun anyway, if he couldn’t enjoy this kind of play at all.
She put away the butt plug and returned with a leather penis harness. “But shaking hands with you is especially fun, darling.”
Philipp pulled at the handcuffs and tried to free his feet as well, but the straps were tightly secured around them. “What is that?”
She didn’t answer him but pulled a strap that looked like a little belt, underneath his scrotum and pulled it tight around the base of his penis.
“Fuck!” Phil threw back his head. “Take off that thing!”
She grinned. The strap would prevent his blood from flowing back and Phil from coming too quickly. She loved putting a harness on a penis. “This will rein you in. Get ready for a wild ride.”
As his jaw dropped but no sound came out of his mouth apart from a low moan, she pulled a second ring over his shaft, wrapped a third strap around his balls and tightened it gently.
Phil inhaled sharply. “Are you trying to castrate me?!”
Caprice swallowed. She was hardly capable of an answer, because the guy looked super sexy. Helpless. Completely at her mercy. His cock was red and its tip, even darker in color, shimmered with moisture. She lightly scratched his balls with her fingernails.
“Dammit, Caprice!”
“My sugar sweet revenge is only just beginning, Philipp Bergmann,” she whispered.
Now, she wanted to have some fun. She suddenly felt unable to breathe, so she took of her bra and threw it behind her. Philipp stared at her dark red nipples, which were hard and had contracted tightly.
“The better your performance here, the quicker it’ll all be over.” She took a step towards him and let one of her nipples slide gently over his lips.
Philipp groaned and licked her nipple, until it was the other nipple’s turn. He sucked at them one at a time and the sensation of them contracting in arousal, shot down into Caprice’s groin.
Right now it didn’t seem like he even wanted things to come to an end anytime soon, which she was only too happy about. She loved long and arduous sex sessions.
As she let her fingertips travel over his tip, Phil gasped. His cock was highly sensitive due to the tight fastening around it. The pleasurable torture would be tremendous.
Caprice couldn’t wait any longer: she stepped between his legs with her back to him and rubbed her ass against his erection.
“Just fuck me, God dammit,” Philipp murmured. “Or untie me so that I can screw you so hard that you won’t be able to walk anymore.”
The thought of this was so tempting that Caprice indeed stopped to consider. But then she wouldn’t be able to completely savor his suffering.
Reverentially she pulled his tied up member out from between his legs and caressed her labia with it, spreading her wetness on his shaft. She kept pushing his tip against her entrance. Finally, she couldn’t resist any longer and sat down on him slowly.
Behind her, a guttural sound escaped Phil’s throat. She sank lower and lower onto him until she was completely sitting on him. The inside of her pussy pulsated around him. Caprice could feel his cock quiver.
“Fuck, take this harness off me!”
She giggled. “For once not everything is going according to plan, huh?”
She lovingly rotated her pelvis and relished the feeling of being completely filled up. She rose a little and squatted down again, until she had found a rhythm that worked for her.
“Caprice …” he begged. “I can’t stand it anymore. This pressure! This can’t be safe!”
“This won’t harm your prized piece.” Caprice started riding him wildly, while caressing her clitoris. It was swollen and wet.
“I can take care of that for you,” he blurted out, “you just have to untie my hands.”
She grinned triumphantly. “I can do this perfectly well myself.”
Caprice enjoyed his whimpering and begging, as she took turns riding him hard and then riding him gently. Several times, she had been just about to orgasm but had denied herself the pleasure of coming. She wanted to continue to savor this extremely high level of arousal to its full extent. She wanted to reach climax at the same time as Phil, to experience it as intensely as possible. But that was exactly what the harness prevented him from doing, so should she free him from it?
Her thighs shook from the effort of standing up and releasing his shaft. He was now completely covered with her juices.
A thin layer of sweat coated his gorgeous body. Philipp looked like a young god. He was breathing heavily, his gaze filled with lust. He looked too cute and at this moment almost looked like an innocent young boy.
“Caprice,” he whispered, “you’re killing me.” He stared at her pussy while chewing on his lower lip. Would he go down on her?
Of course he would- he didn’t have a choice.
She chuckled. “Shall we clean you up a little first,” she said with the husky voice that she knew drove men crazy. Caprice propped her body up on Phil’s upper thighs and licked his nipples, which had contracted tightly. Then her hands travelled over his body. Caprice couldn’t get enough of it. She licked his neck, his ear and his lips …
Philipp stretched his head in her direction to kiss her but she was already working her way down again, licking his stomach and kissing the tip of his member. Caprice could taste herself, which made her even hornier. Her love juice was running down the insides of his thighs and her clitoris pulsated violently. She should really release Philipp, as she was really only torturing herself.
His legs were trembling and so were his arms. His strength was fading. She quickly released the strap around his shaft and balls, leaving the one around the base of his cock however, tightened.
Phil sighed with relief. “You missed one of them.”
She quickly slipped out of her high heeled shoes and hiked up on his seat, steadying herself by holding on to the crossbar above his head. She climbed onto Philipp’s upper thighs and pushed her cunt into his face. “First you’ll go down on me, and make sure you give it to me good.”
His breath caressed her slit. He tilted his head back and looked up at her, gazing at her stomach and her breasts. “You’re absolutely beautiful, you bitch.” The corners of his mouth twitched.
“You’re not so bad yourself. All tied up like this, I’m almost starting to like you.” She abruptly reached into his hair, grabbed it and pressed his face towards her pubis. “And now stop talking and do your job.”
Philipp didn’t need to be asked twice. His tongue darted out and licked the juice fro
m her slit. “You taste amazing,” he whispered. He devoured her as if he was dying of thirst, fluttered ferociously over her sensitive pearl and plunged into her pussy.
Caprice groaned and spread her legs further now; her breasts were aching slightly from her delicious state of arousal. Philipp was licking her like the devil himself would. His tongue was incredibly agile and teased her clitoris expertly. Her clit was really swollen now and peeked out from between her labia. As Phil sucked on it, a new wave of moisture spilled out of her and ran down his chin.
“I’ve never had a woman who was as wet as you,” he murmured, while licking her juice from her labia and upper thighs, causing his five o’clock shadow to tickle her.
Caprice could hardly muster the strength to keep holding onto the crossbar. Her lower body was burning up. She wouldn’t be able to stand it much longer. She slid onto Philipp’s groin and forced herself onto his incredible cock, which once more stretched her and filled her up. She was now finally sitting on top of him, her legs spread wide, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He looked up at her through half-opened eyes as if he was drunk. “Now you’ve got to get me off, you minx!”
What a guy!
Caprice pressed herself tightly against his body and rubbed herself on his pubic hair, while Philipp kissed her. She could taste herself again and could smell her own arousal. The cabin was heavy with the scent of their passion.
She caressed his stretched out arms, tousled his soft hair and relished the flick of his tongue.
Damn, this guy was an amazing kisser. Their kiss wasn’t too dry, nor too wet. And his lips were so soft! His tongue boldly approached hers and teased her, while Caprice rubbed herself more and more ferociously on him. Her clitoris continued rubbing against his trimmed pubic hair, stimulating her even more. She needed it bad now, as she rubbed her sensitive nipples against his upper body and kissed Phil tenaciously.
“Release me, I want to touch you,” he murmured practically into her mouth. “I wanna push my fingers into all your holes.”
As she imagined him grabbing her backside, pulling her ass cheeks apart and pushing one of his fingers in there, she almost came.
“Maybe another time,” she replied breathlessly, reached between her legs and released the last strap from his cock.
Phil threw back his head and screamed out. He was probably in pain because the blood could now freely flow back- yet it was pleasurable pain.
“You’re going to regret this, Caprice!” he called while he lifted his hips and rammed his cock deep inside her. His upper arms tensed up, the whole torture seat shook, because Phil thrust into her with such wild abandon. He breathed heavily and stared at her with a scowl. Like a pirate sinking a ship.
Caprice lost herself in the grayness of his eyes. She rubbed herself even harder on him and savored each deep thrust. Her vaginal walls closed around his shaft, everything inside her was pulsating and contracting.
Growling loudly, Philipp reared up under her. She felt him getting even harder, before she came. Her insides virtually pulled him into her, as if she never wanted to let him go, while she screamed out her orgasm at the top of her lungs. Her clitoris quivered as her pulse pounded wildly through her entire body. She could feel Philipp come inside of her now too, filling her with his heat. He made deep, growling sounds — animalistic, wild, manly. He was a real man — through and through. Just how Caprice liked them.
As her arousal died down, she slumped down on him, breathing heavily. She put her head on his shoulder and inhaled his scent. Her hand rested on his chest at the exact spot where his heart beat wildly against it. Caprice felt at one with the world. She hadn’t had a great fuck like that in ages.
“Will you untie me now?” Phil asked, his eyes closed and his head tilted back. He looked pretty battered.
She got off his lap with shaky legs and pressed the button that opened the handcuffs. Phil rubbed his wrists, which had turned a little red. Then she released the straps at his feet.
While he got up and looked around, she grabbed some tissues from her handbag. She cleaned herself up and tossed Phil the rest of the pack. First thing she would do back at the hotel was jump in the shower.
A deafening silence hung in the air. Philipp could hardly look at her while he put on his pants. As she slipped on her dress, she asked: “So, you’ll let me have the story?”
He snorted. “Not a chance, baby.”
Her stomach contracted. Yes, why would their tryst change anything at all about their situation? Phil was cold as ice when it came to his job. “Then you don’t leave me a choice but to blackmail you.”
“With what?” He sneered and looked at the slave seat. “Do you want to tell anybody about this?”
“I won’t have to. I’ve got photographs. They would look great on the cover of FLASH.”
His smile froze. “You can’t be serious.”
She shrugged casually. “You can take your chances, if you want.” She snatched her handbag and threw him a frosty “See you later!” as she triumphantly marched out the door.
“You’ll regret this, Caprice!” he called after her.
She would tell John right away to email Philipp one of the photos as evidence, just to make sure he really wouldn’t turn up at the ‘Estelle’ club later.
***
Once she’d arrived at the hotel, Caprice immediately got undressed. Everything felt sticky. Her hair was a complete disaster. And she had to be styled to the max tonight! She only had a few hours to sort herself out.
John came into her room with her, because he wanted to use her laptop to email Philipp the photo. Caprice knew very well that he was just looking for an opportunity to be with her. The young stud was insatiable.
While he waited for the computer to turn on, Caprice went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and relished the feeling of the water raining down on her skin.
The hotel wasn’t particularly fancy — their boss wasn’t very generous with things like that- but the room was clean and neat. The bathroom was fitted with white marble and a shower cabin was made of glass.
As soon as she had washed her hair, the door opened and John entered, as if on cue. “May I be of service, my beautiful lady?”
She grinned. “I could use a soapy massage.”
“Coming right up.”
Before she knew it, he had undressed and jumped into the shower cabin with her.
Phwarrr, the guy was a real beauty, straight from the pages of a fashion magazine. John was about five years younger than her and a real Don Juan. He was always ready to go, no matter where or when. She and Maren had had their fun with him quite often in the past. He seemed to have a knack for showing up during showers. And now he was raring to go once more. His prized piece stood to attention.
He pumped some shower gel into his hand from the dispenser attached to the wall and began lathering Caprice up, while the water rained down on both of them.
Caprice leaned back against the tiles and relaxed. “My upper thighs could use a firmer massage, chéri,” she said presumptuously and grinned.
John smiled wryly. “At your service, Madam.”
He started at her shoulders, massaged her neck and soon travelled lower until he’d reached her breasts. He lathered them up very carefully, taking his time and being very thorough as if making sure that there was no trace of Philipp left on them.
Caprice enjoyed his powerful movements on her body. John had wonderfully manly hands, well cared for, with long, slender fingers.
“Did you send off the picture?”
“Mmhhm,” he hummed absentmindedly. He was staring at her breasts, while his penis poked against her hips.
Her nipples tingled and pointed towards John, who was sucking them in one at a time after washing off the foam. Desire shot through her body into her groin.
Philipp … I wonder what he’s doing right now? He’s probably furious and stewing over it.
John let his hands travel lower, over he
r hips and thighs. He attended each leg with absolute care and devotion, massaging her tired muscles.
Drawing a deep breath, she put her foot on his shoulder. “That’s fantastic.”
John wouldn’t be John if he wouldn’t soon touch her slit, bestowing on it the utmost care and attention. His hand virtually slipped through her crevice, as if he didn’t just want to wash off Phil’s bodily juices, but all memory of his touch too. He rubbed her clitoris vigorously. John knew by now that she didn’t want to be handled gingerly and preferred a tougher approach. He inserted one finger into her, and then another.
Caprice closed her eyes and thought back to her sex session with Phil. It really had been a lot of fun to ride her rival. But a stud like him wasn’t easily tamed. Caprice could hardly wait to check out the photos.
But first it was John’s turn. None of it would have worked without his help. He definitely deserved a reward.
If only all men were as easily satisfied.
She turned and lasciviously presented him with her ass.
“Ready to come aboard, pirate?” she asked over her shoulder, just as he was entering her …
***
Caprice seemed to have developed some kind of paranoia, because she kept turning around to check that no one was following them, as she and John scurried through a back alley. It was nighttime in the old town center of Saint Tropez, the district where the ‘Estelle’ was. The clacking of her high heels echoed around the walls of the buildings; Laughter and a cacophony of voices were coming from the side streets. Street peddlers and artists flitted through the alleyways, and multiple stalls had been erected to profit from late night tourists.
Caprice exhaled in relief as they left the dark alleys behind and joined the throng of pedestrians. Their destination wasn’t far now.
The ‘Estelle’ was an exclusive erotic nightclub with a very select guest list. While she had been busy working on Phil, John had seduced a female club employee and had actually managed to get two tickets. He was simply the best!
He looked great too, in his black jeans and light shirt. Caprice grinned. Was he trying to look like Philipp?
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