Sibylle gaze upon those piercing green-amber eyes glazed with passion. She admires hi dry lips, his impressive chest, his muscular arms, his big hands resting on those marble like thighs. She smiles when she sees the erection swelling his underwear.
«Get up and take your boxers off.»
Drakkar obeys. He stands up and slowly removes his underwear, and the moment his rigid member is exposed she holds her breath. Once he has taken them off he gets back on his knees, but Sibylle's voice stops him.
«No, stand up. Spread your legs. Arms behind the back. I want to see the merchandise I bought, I want to see what is mine.»
She lingers her gaze on him admiring the proud erect member between his legs.
«Give me the boxers.»
He extends his hand and Sibylle looks askance at him.
«Is it in this way a good slave gives things to his Mistress?»
Drakkar falls on his knees, puts the boxers in his mouth and crawls up to her.
«That's better, good boy.» she says taking them and stroking his head. «Back to your position, but stay on your knees this time.»
He does as she ordered while Sibylle softly sniffs his boxers. Mmmm, what a wonderful masculine smell! The delicious smell of Drakkar! She puts them near her on the coach and continues to look at him.
«What I would give to have you tied up right now.»
«Tijuana, Sibylle.» says calmly Drakkar, warning her that he is about to speak out of role. «If you want to see me tied up call the Black Room and ask for Asterix and Obelix, they are two Shibari experts.»
«Oh! I know them, but I didn't image they were Shibari experts.»
«Yes, they studied in Japan for years. They often give workshop of Bondage here in the Club. They taught the Japanese fine art of tying with ropes to many of us.»
Sibylle gets up going to dial the Black Room on the phone. It's simple: there is a black key on the keyboard, among other colors. She requests to see them telling the room number where she is. When she hangs up she goes to crouch down in front of Drakkar.
«You are magnificent. It makes me feel so electric to see you in my power.» she says stroking his black hood.
He grins.
«Well, now you know how I feel when I'm inside you.»
They laugh. After a few minutes Asterix and Obelix arrive, carrying a duffel bag. They greet Sibylle and Drakkar and open the bag beginning to pull out beautiful hemp ropes, finer than Sibylle expected. They take off the masks and the jackets, turn on the overhead light and go in front of Drakkar. They hesitate for a moment and Sibylle understands that they are intimidated to tie up the big ‘boss’. But then the two young men relax and concentrate, and soon they begin to move around Drakkar like two spiders weaving in silence their web. Sibylle watches their movements: are precise, perfect, sinuous, and extremely elegant. They touch the muscle on which to perform the tying, they talk to Drakkar asking him if he feels comfortable. When they finish, Drakkar has ropes tied on his arms, on his chest, on his wrists, on his thighs and ankles. The two knot the last rope behind his back and get up to look at their work. Their magnificent work.
Drakkar seems a bound god, a warrior captured and imprisoned by the power of the ropes which wrap his muscular body like a thorny plant on an ancient tree. He is like a wild beast tamed.
Sibylle is deeply satisfied. Asterix and Obelix go to her handing a pair of strange scissors.
«In case of necessity cut the rope behind his back and then all those you think must be cut. We didn't tie vital parts and there is no rope tension because he is not suspended.» explains Asterix.
«The ropes are not too tight to prevent circulation, they only serve to immobilize him, not to hurt him.» adds Obelix.
«You can hurt him in many others ways.» say Asterix winking at her.
«But if he complains or feels uncomfortable or cold or tingling...», continues Obelix, «just cut.» conclude both simultaneously.
Sibylle nods.
«I'll be careful.» she assures.
«Drakkar knows the art of Shibari and knows his body, it will be him first to tell you if and when you have to untie him.»
She nods again and they greet her with a graceful hand kissing, as the Club etiquette states. They smile at Drakkar and leave carrying out their bag.
Sibylle walks calmly around him, enjoying the sight of his massive body tied for her. She stops before him and slowly takes off her skirt letting it fall on the floor, then she spreads her legs stretching her labia with her fingers, looking down at him. Drakkar is lost in the admiration of that naked tasty pussy just inches from his face. He looks at her with pleading eyes.
«You can smell it, slave.» she says haughtily.
He swallows a bit of saliva.
«Thank you, Mistress.» he says before getting closer to smell that sweet female scent.
«Mmmm.» he moans gruffly.
«What is it, slave, are you complaining? You don't like my smell?»
«Oh my God, no, not at all, Mistress, I love it! Please, allow me to taste you, Mistress, please.»
«Why should I?»
«Because the purpose of your slave's mouth is to serve you, Mistress. Please, use my mouth as you wish. Let my tongue to worship your divine femininity, Mistress, please.»
Sibylle smiles and grabs him by the hair pushing his head against her, making him grunt with pleasure.
«Lick it, slave.»
Drakkar licks her furiously making verses of incredible pleasure. He moves his head up and down to accommodate his tongue in its frenetic movement.
«Is it good, slave?» asks her vibrating voice.
He mutters a hushed “yes” because of his mouth pressed against her warm flesh. Sibylle throws her head back and moves against his face, totally prey to those feelings. When she realizes she isn't far from the orgasm, she moves back. They stare at each other. Drakkar's mouth is wet and he licks his own lips with great relish.
«To whom this tongue belongs?» asks her more firmly.
«To you, Mistress.»
«Your tongue only?»
«No, Mistress, everything.»
«“Everything” means...?»
«The whole body of this slave belongs to you, Mistress.»
«So you are mine? Your whole body is mine and I can dispose of it as I please?»
«Yes, Mistress.»
She strokes his hard member with the tip of her shoe.
«Tell me, slave, what I should do with this?»
Drakkar holds his breath when she touches the testicles. Oh, what a wonderful feeling to be in her power!
«Well?!» asks Sibylle impatiently.
He arches his back, offering himself to that touch.
«It's yours, Mistress, and just like my whole being you can dispose of it as you please.»
She smirks seeing him extremely excited.
«Stick out your tongue.» she orders.
Drakkar pulls out all his big pink tongue and she slowly bends her knees to almost sit on his face, on his tongue. Drakkar's erection begins to be sore and its member moves in some involuntary spasms, trying to appease the pleasure.
Sibylle moves her crotch on his tongue and Drakkar moans hoarsely. She does for long time enjoying the contact with that warm and wet tongue. Suddenly she feels the need to get wet with the liquid Drakkar calls “the water of pleasure”, so she leaves his tongue and squats down on his hard member, almost touching it. Drakkar looks down and watches enraptured her divine pussy pouring a hot and clear liquid on his erect sex. He clenches his fists.
“Sibylle! You're wonderful!”, he thinks ecstatic.
After she wet him properly she gets up and looks pleased at his member, his pubic black hairs and his thighs all wet by her juice; then she strokes his erection and he moves his hips toward her, in a silent supplication to touch it more firmly. Sibylle stands up and touches his mouth slightly open, and Drakkar sticks out his tongue ready to please her.
«Because of your licking I h
ad to squirt and now my pussy is all wet, so now I want you to clean me up well. Do you understand, slave?»
«Yes, Mistress.» whispers Drakkar foretasting that sweet flavor of hers.
Sibylle spreads her labia with her fingers again and bends on his open mouth. Drakkar's tongue is voracious. The woman feels her legs trembling and looks at him with tears of pleasure in her eyes. From time to time Drakkar raises his gaze to look at her expression, to be sure he is satisfying her. He is indeed. In fact, Sibylle feels that if he continues to lick her in that way she will soon come in his mouth. No, she doesn't want to come yet. She stands up leaving him with his mouth opened and goes back to sit on an armchair, trying to control the fervor. She looks at him: naked, on his knees, bound, breathless, with his member hard as a rock... He is really sublime.
When she regains control she goes back to him and crouches in front of him to touch the testicles and up to the entire length of the member. He moves his crotch and she holds tight his rod in her fist beginning to masturbate him furiously.
The man throws his head back, imploring her not to stop. Sibylle grins.
«Do you like it, slave?»
«Oh yes, yes, Mistress! Please, Mistress, please, don't stop!»
Sibylle raises her chin and smiles mockingly.
«Are you about to come, slave?»
«Oh yes, yes! Yes, I am, Mistress!»
She lets him go and gets up walking calmly around. He growls in frustration for that interrupted orgasm.
«So you wanted to come, huh?»
«Yes, Mistress.» creaks him.
He puts a foot on his back pushing him forward.
«Did your Mistress give you permission to come?»
He clenches his jaw. Damn, she is good! Maybe even too good...
«No.» he answers.
She goes back in front of him.
«So, let's see if you learned the lesson.»
She crouches down again to masturbate him slowly, caressing his testicles with one hand and gently stroking his glans with the other. She wets her thumb in her mouth and rubs it on his frenulum, making him moan gutturally. From his groans of pleasure, from his panting and his hips movements, she understands he is close to the orgasm again.
«Mmmm, you want to come, slave?»
«Oh, yes, yes, yes! Yes, Mistress! Please, Mistress! I beg you, Mistress! Let me come, Mistress, please!»
She grasps him better, moving her hand up and down, making him almost cry tears of pleasure.
«I—I beg you—»
Sibylle smiles.
«I like it when you beg me.» she says, repeating the same words he told her the first time they met. «How desperately you want to come, slave?»
«S—so desperately that I—I have no words to describe it!»
«Come then, little slave.»
He moves faster but she leaves him again, standing up.
Drakkar swears loudly, shaking his head like an angry bear.
Sibylle chuckles while Drakkar looks askance at her, like a dog ready to attack.
«What is it, baby, you're afraid of my hand now, hmmm? You fear that I leave you just a second before you come?»
«Yes, Mistress.»
«But you didn't ask my permission to come.»
«Mistress, I begged!»
«That's not the same thing, is it? Moreover look at you! An imposing man like you who becomes easy prey of pleasure! Can't you control your body?»
Drakkar takes a deep breath.
«Not when you are in front of me, Mistress. Not after I smelled and tasted your delicious intimate flower, or the touch of your silky hand. Forgive me, Mistress, if I disappointed you. I'll try to control myself from now on.»
She takes the scissors and cuts the ropes in tension behind his back, freeing his movements, then she goes back to the couch, staring at him for a long time. The ropes are still tied around the limbs and the chest but the movements are free now.
«Come here, little dog, you deserve a reward for your good intents, and also for licking well your Mistress.»
Drakkar crawls to her with the cut ropes scraping on the carpet. He stops in front of her waiting on his knees. They look at each other for an indefinite laps of time, then Sibylle moves a leg placing a foot on his chest. Drakkar bends down to lick the red shoe maintaining eye contact. Sibylle lowers her gaze on his hard member still wet by her juice.
«Mmmm, look at yourself, so lusciously wet. Masturbate slowly.»
Drakkar grabs his stiff member and moves his hand, which slides easily thanks to Sibylle's juice. The woman stares at him impassively although inside her she feels strong emotions she never felt before. She takes a flûte with sparkling wine inside and brings it to her lips sipping elegantly, still looking at him.
«Hands behind your back.» she orders, sitting more comfortable.
He obeys and Sibylle looks at him with a mischievous smile.
«Now», she says calmly, «I want to see you slowly hump my leg like the animal you are. Rub against it until I order you to stop.»
«Yes, Mistress.»
He approached her leg, that beautiful smooth legs wrapped in a silky fishnet pantyhose, and sits astride moving the pelvis in a sensual movement, gently rubbing his penis and testicles on that smooth leg. Sibylle looks at him with feigned detachment. He is so powerful and sensual in trying to contain his pleasure, moving rhythmically looking into her eyes. Sibylle lets him doing that for long, enjoying the sight of that virile body doing as she ordered.
Drakkar bends to kiss her thigh fearing a reprimand, but she doesn't say anything so he kisses her again. Sibylle places the flûte back and takes the flogger nearby beginning to hit him on the back. Drakkar continues to move without expressing any emotion, so she hits him harder. Nothing. She hits him even harder and finally Drakkar moans. Good, she found the right intensity. Sibylle begins to hit his muscular back incessantly, making him groan in pleasure with each stroke.
Drakkar closes his eyes, licking his lower lip and she grins.
«Mmmm, it seems that you like it, slave, don't you?»
«Yes, Mistress. Please, again, Mistress.»
She smiles.
«Show me better your bare back, move your hands from there.»
Drakkar clutches his hands around her delicate thigh continuing to hump her leg. Sibylle hits hard his back completely exposed as well as his firm butt and his wide shoulders. In the room it echoes the rhythmic sound of the whiplashes and Drakkar's gasps of pleasure.
«It seems you are enjoying it. What you should say, slave?»
«Thank you, Mistress.»
She hits him with more intensity, leaving glowing red marks on the skin. He growls, but she continues straight faced. Soon she begins to hit him so hard that he stops his rubbing to control the burning pain on his back. Sibylle continues unemotional. Maybe she wants to test his endurance?
«I have not ordered you to stop, impudent slave!»
She hits him again, harder, faster, stronger.
«Tijuana.» calls Drakkar.
She doesn't stop and he flares his nostrils growling loudly. In response, she smiles and hits him even harder.
«Tijuana, Sibylle!»
She hits him on the buttocks, ignoring his words. Drakkar understands that the role-playing is taking another direction.
«Stop it or I'll make you stop!» he warns her in a harsh voice.
Sibylle hits him hard on the shoulder and keeps his promise (as he always does) reacting promptly: he grabs her wrist and squeezes it hard till she opens her hand and drops the flogger, then with the other hand he holds tight her throat.
«You got tired of having me at your feet, don't you? You want me to dominate you, am I right? You want the impetuous animal in me to bite you, to hurt you, to make you come, don't you, my horny babe?»
Sibylle's moaning at those words are the answer. She touches his chest stroking the bull tattoo and licking her lips.
«Aren't you a stud bull? Prove it. Moun
t me like the animal you are!»
Drakkar shoves her roughly on the carpet, turns her prone grabbing her hips bending over her and pulling her head back to growl in her ear:
«You want to be mounted? You will be mounted as you deserve! But I don't want to hear you begging me to stop, because I won't, is that clear?!»
She moans and gasps, feeling incredibly wet.
«Oh yes, please, mount me, Drakkar!»
She prostrate on the floor keeping her butt up and her legs wide apart. Drakkar emits a bestial grunt, takes his hard member by the root and with the other hand spreads her vaginal lips penetrating her with a slow, inexorable, deep thrust.
«Oh my God, you're always so tight! How wonderful! It's like deflowering a virgin every time.»
He bends one leg resting a foot on the ground, so that he can push with more power; then touches her between her legs and rubs hard, enjoying to see her moving against him.
They both have a strong bestial instinct which leads them to be prey of a profound and shattering pleasure. When they reach a certain level all they want is a passionate carnal intercourse. Without roles, without rules, just their sexual urge to fill. They become two mammals eager to satisfy their impulses.
Sibylle articulates guttural moans: Drakkar's thrusts are taking her breath away. The man closes his eyes to better taste that incredible feeling. His movements are resolute while he slides in her holding tight to her waist. He slaps her between the legs causing her to throb. Then he starts to spank that milky butt rhythmically until those smooth buttocks become adorably pink. Sibylle reaches out and grabs his wrists.
«Drakkar, wait, please. I want to do something.»
Drakkar pauses, kneading her exposed bottom with his strong hands. But his hands and his breathing stop when he feels the woman's sex wrapping around his hardness from inside, like a mouth that sucks hard a finger. The warm flesh walls of her vagina grip him as if they were pulsing, giving him unknown shivers. What a divine feeling!
«Oh, Sibylle...», sighs stunned.
She turns to look at him enjoying his ecstatic face, and continues to tighten the vaginal muscles in a sensual rhythm, giving him sublime sensations. Drakkar claws her buttocks spanking it many times, enough to make her scream, and in that moment he pushes into her again, banging violently on that pale skin.
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