Yan rubs gently over the same spots he just spanked, feeling the slight heat rising from my skin, then bends down to kiss it before going back to flick his tongue over my clamped nipples, sending white-hot jets of pleasure straight to my clit. I arch my back and push my hips forward, wordlessly begging his attention there.
"You want me to play with your pussy darling?"
"Ahhnnn-huhnnn!" I nod enthusiastically making sure my teeth are clamped tight around the gag.
I hear the smile in his voice as he kneels in front of me. "It will be my pleasure sweetheart, just remember no cumming without permission… I promised you would work on your patience tonight."
Oh mercy. I forgot.
His warm palms press onto the tops of my thighs, the tips of his fingers just barely touching my outer labia, peeling them back just enough to allow his breath to tickle my protruding inner lips. And then his tongue is on me, gentle at first, slowly tracing my larger folds up and down before growing bolder, swiping deeply into my pussy. But soon that's not enough for him and his hands slide behind my spread thighs to hold onto my hips and pull them forward so that he can feast on the creamy hot flesh.
He sucks and nibbles and licks and slurps my flowing juices as if my pussy were a ripe piece of soft fruit bursting with sweet nectar. The way he eats me out leaves no room for doubt that he really, really enjoys it, that he takes deep pleasure in the taste and the texture and the smell of my hot, wet pussy and I feel myself building fast towards my peak, my moans becoming wails of almost distress because it's getting harder and harder to fight it.
Through my gag I try and ask his permission — "phheee hir mah ah cum?" but he ignores me and keeps going and my muscles start to shake. I try again, louder —
"Phheee hir mah ah cum?!"
This time he hears me because his mouth lifts from my twitching pussy and I hear a loud and clear:
"No. Hold it. Breathe deep and push it down."
A pained, frustrated whine rises from my throat but a moment later I collect myself enough to acknowledge his refusal in a half-sob in-between my shallow pants:
"Nyeh hir"
"Good girl." I can hear him smiling again before he raises himself to stand and adds: "Don't worry darling I'm gonna help you hold it for a while longer… let's decorate you some more shall we?"
Oh god, I know what's coming next.
"Nyeh hir"
A few seconds pass and I manage to relax myself a little as the edge of my near orgasm recedes, only to tense up when I feel the air next to my face get a little warmer and then the smell of burning wick and hot wax reaches my nose.
"Head back darling, chest out."
I drop my head back and to the side and stick my breasts out as far as I can in my bonds, heaving in expectation. The first few drops land just at the top of the valley between my breasts and I hiss around my gag when sensations burst across my skin. I hear Yan grant his satisfaction and another drizzle immediately follows, leaving a soft-red trail from my right collarbone, across the top of my breast and onto the inner swell, followed by a low burning pain that dissipates into heat. I arch even more and receive my reward with another sprinkle of heat, now on the sensitive outside of my left breast. I hiss and wiggle some more.
"Now push your pelvis out. As far out as you can."
I do and hot wax sprinkles down onto my left hipbone, across my abdomen and down over the top of my right thigh. The fleeting burn quickly dissolves into this overall glow that suffuses my skin and my head rolls back as I let it swipe over me.
God this is sooooo goooood!!!
My muscles start to twitch and I feel Yan's hand gently pushing my hips back to lean against the cross and my head rolls forward, hanging low, strings of drool that had pooled behind the gag start trickling down from both sides of my mouth and onto my swollen, clamped, wax-covered breasts. I hear Yan's sharp intake of air and the next thing I feel is the bonds of my wrists being detached from the top of the cross and Yan bringing my hands down and behind my back, reattaching them to each other, and securing them back to the middle of the cross with another length of rope, leaving some slack in it.
He then leaves my side and I hear the suitcase being opened and something pulled out, followed by the unmistakable sound of the bottle of lube being opened, squeezed and re-capped. Yan returns to me, standing to my left, and his left arm comes around my torso to clasp me at waist level. His voice is gravelly but measured and even when he speaks in my ear.
"Lean forward onto my arm darling; bend from the hip for me."
I put my weight onto his arm and he slowly lowers me down and pulls me slightly away from the wall; and then I am startled by a cold, slippery sensation at my anus, though I quickly recognize the round, tapered tip of the glass butt plug we both love so much.
"Open."
In a long-practiced effort I release the clenched muscles in my sphincter and grunt deep in my chest when Yan presses it in, the generous amount of lube making it glide slowly but smoothly into my body, the ever-intensifying stretch challenging but painless save for the slight burn at the widest part, just before it pops in to lodge firmly inside my bum.
Yan's fingers glide up and down my crack over the flat base and then tap on it and jiggle it around just a bit, making sure it's comfortable and isn't going to slip out.
"How does it feel, love?"
"Ihh hhoooo goooh nhir!"
"Good girl. Now lean your ass back, grind it against the cross. Push it deeper inside you."
I do as instructed and grind my bottom slowly against the cross while Yan walks to my front and I smell right before I feel his bare dick rubbing lightly against my face, leaving small pearly drops of pre-cum clinging to my skin. At the same time his fingers gently tug at the leather straps dangling from my mouth and his low murmur comes from somewhere above my head:
"Release the gag darling. You've done beautifully with it tonight. Now I want you gagging on my dick. Open."
I slacken my jaw and let him pluck the slimy ball out, feeling more strings of drool trickle down as the dam is removed. I hear the gag drop to the floor with a soft thud — he must have spread the towel there at some point — and he lets me work my muscles a little before his velvety head kisses my lips and I open wide, welcoming him inside. He is rock-hard and already throbbing and a wave of pleasure swipes over me, knowing how well I've pleased him to have him so acutely aroused just from playing with me.
His shaft slides easily between my lips and along the flat of my tongue, aided by the copious amounts of saliva generated by the gag, and suddenly I feel his fingers tightening in my hair and tilting my head further back, making me arch upwards in my bent-at-the-hips position.
"Fuck… suck it good now, my darling. Show me how much you love having my dick in your mouth."
I hum my ascent around the hard meat that fills me to capacity and wrap my lips tight, at the same time starting to suck and to rub my tongue along the veiny, satiny underside. I love having his cock in my mouth — its taste, its smell, its thickness, its weight on my tongue, the pure manliness of it. I try bobbing up and down as much as I can but in truth I can barely move, so instead I relax myself even more, sinking down deeper into my bent position and softening the muscles in my throat, sending a clear message to my man: I'm ready to be used. Fuck me.
And boy, does he fuck me. With another low growl he surges forward plunging his cock right into my soft, tight, wet throat, stuffing the thick head into it slow and hard, withdrawing only an inch or two before pushing back in. I hear Yan gasp his pleasure and after only a few slow, deliberate strokes his tempo increases and I realize he's already close, even closer than I thought.
I focus on synchronizing my breathing to his rhythm and on keeping my gag reflex under control, trying to swallow around him, and am rewarded by his increasingly loud cries of joy and the tightening of his fingers' grip in my hair. His pace grows fast and furious and he knows I can take it, knows how much I love it when he makes me endure his
rough, demanding face-fuck. I feel the drool flowing freely now down my chin, some of it clinging to my clamped nipples before dropping down to the towel below and tears and sweat dampen my cheeks from the intensity of my effort, but inside my head I'm in heaven.
My body is rocked back and forth by his deep strokes and my ass bumps back against the cross, pushing the plug into me at the same time that Yan's cock ravages my throat and I feel even more stuffed, even more fucked, and my mind is completely free in that moment. There's nothing in the world but the intense sensations filling my body to the brim.
With a few harsher in-and-out thrusts Yan brings himself almost all the way to the edge… and then he stops and pulls out suddenly, crying out with his effort to keep himself under control.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAA!!!"
He still supports some of my weight with his fingers fisted in the base of my braid and I am thankful for it because otherwise I would have buckled over. A few heartbeats later his other hand moves to my shoulder and he helps me straighten up and steadies me when the blood that had pooled in my head drains too quickly and I feel the floor beneath me tilt. When I regain my balance his fingers move to the back of my head and shakily fumble with the strap holding my blindfold in place, but it is nonetheless quickly removed and after a moment's adjustment I can focus enough to look up into his flushed, sweaty, adoring face.
He's still breathing hard and doesn't say anything for a while, instead letting his fingers speak for him, caressing my swollen, red face gently, his thumbs wiping away some of the drool from my chin.
"You're one of a kind, and you're all mine… I love you so much, my darling. Thank you for your gift, for your willingness to try it out for me. Thank you."
I smile up at him. "I love you too, sir. And it was truly my pleasure."
His teeth flash at me through the predatory grin that spreads on his face.
"Ah yes… about your pleasure, we're not nearly done tonight, my darling, are we?"
"Oh sir I very much hope that we're not done for tonight!"
Chapter 8
He chuckles at that. "I would admit to being a little… carried away… by the sight of you gagged and bound and decorated with these pretty clamps and the wax and this bow… but I promise I'm not nearly done with you, love. Wait here."
Of course I'm not going anywhere as I'm still bound to the cross as I watch Yan walk out from under the loft, his angry-red, spit-and-pre-cum covered erection bobbing in front of him as he rounds the stairs to the tiny kitchenette tucked in the corner behind them. I hear the mini-fridge door open and close and then he's pulling something out of the small cupboard. I hear him pouring and gulping down his cold drink and then pouring again, and when he reappears in front of me he's holding a tall glass of juice, and steps close to put it to my lips.
"Drink up."
It feels so intimate, having him hold the glass for me and helping me drink it. The care he takes to keep the flow strong enough to allow me the satisfaction of taking deep, full gulps, but slow enough not to choke me. It's in moments like these that he makes me feel most cherished.
When the glass is empty he puts it down and out of the way and then comes back to kiss me, long and sweet, taking his time. But I'm impatient; I'm hot and I'm horny and I want more. When my small whimpers don't seem to be enough to convey that message I decide to push harder, and I suck his lower lip into my mouth and then bite on it, hard enough to sting. A surprised grunt rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest and his head lifts sharply, his eyes narrowing in threat and his voice as smooth as silk, which I know means I'm in real trouble.
"Pushing when you know tonight is about patience, darling? Hmm… it's ballsy, I'll give you that."
Oh-oh. This may not have been my smartest move.
Yan reaches behind me and unties my wrists from each other and from the rope holding them back to the cross, and then raises my arms up again, one at a time, and ties me back to my spread-eagled position. Right at the moment when he steps back the whole apartment is flooded with a sudden flash of light coming through the windows lining the living area and the kitchen, followed closely by an explosive thunder that seems to rattle the walls themselves, and in another few heartbeats we hear fat drops of rain starting to fall rapidly against the windows, the tapping chaotic and insistent.
A giggle escapes my lips at the ominous, dramatic sound effects. "How appropriate!"
Yan tries to maintain his threatening expression though I can see the creases in the corners of his eyes deepening. His lips come close to my ear so that his hot breath tickles me before his voice pours like thick honey right into my mind:
"Oh yes darling, the storm would work well for us. You see, those thunders and the rain would drown your cries so very well…"
My heart jumps so hard in my chest it feels like it just crashed against my ribcage. Oh he certainly knows how to make me scream, both in pain and in ecstasy. It's one of the reasons we love this playroom so much; having no next-door neighbors to this little roof apartment means I can be much louder than at home. And with the storm raging all around us… Oh lord, he is REALLY going to make me scream.
I go a little crazy in my bonds at the thought. It's not fear; my trust in him is complete and profound. But his words make my need rise so quickly inside of me that I can't stay still, so I thrash around trying to let some of that energy out, to let my muscles and my skin and my nerve-endings feel something, to end this impossible wait.
"Shhh… settle down darling. I know what you want and I'm going to give you what you need, but you need to keep still in order to get it."
I let out a frustrated whine but obey, letting my head fall back and to the side to rest against my upstretched arm.
"Good girl. Deep breaths."
He walks back to the trolley and I watch mesmerized as he pulls out the Hitachi… and the cane. My heart feels like it's lodged in my throat and I feel its quick beat drumming in my ears. He places the cane on top of the horse and then plugs the Magic Wand in and grabs the lube, squeezing a small dollop on the rubbery head. Walking slowly towards me his eyes flash into mine, the hard glint in them making his diabolic intent crystal-clear.
"I'm going to make you beg darling. Beg for mercy and beg for permission to cum. You will NOT cum without my permission, remember?"
I can barely make my lips function. "Y-yes sir."
The very corner of his mouth twitches in amusement and he steps very close and starts rubbing the cold, lubed head up and down my hot, slippery slit. I gasp and his mouth comes down to muffle my sharp sudden cry when he turns the toy on, and pleasure explodes between my folds.
He knows my body so well, damn him. He plays me expertly, bringing me right up to the edge in moments and then backs away, leaving me to thrash and arch and wail in frustration. After several repeats, by the end of which I am barely coherent in my pleas, he shuts down the Hitachi and puts it aside on the horse and grabs the cane instead, swishing it in the air a couple of times to get my full attention. I whimper.
Standing to my right he snakes his left arm behind my back and grabs my left hipbone to steady me and then starts laying the cane to the fronts of my thighs, first my right leg and the my left, using quick little strokes, and it feels like sharp tongues of heat licking my skin. The hardened wax on my skin breaks up and crumbles under the cane.
Oh my god. It's almost as good as the Hitachi.
Yan works the cane up and down my thighs and soon the red wax decorations are replaced with pink narrow stripes from just above my knees to the top of my legs. He pauses and puts the cane across my mouth — "hold this for me darling" — and when I do he uses his free hand to rub the tiny stripes, helping my skin absorb the heat, soak it up, transform the pain into pleasure. I groan around the cane and Yan picks it back from between my teeth and now uses it on the delicate insides of my thighs that are glistening and wet with my juices, the cane flying so fast in between them that I can't really follow it and instead I close my eyes
and drop my head forward and focus on panting quickly in and out and breathing through the pain.
Again Yan makes me hold the cane between my teeth so that he can rub my skin before moving upwards to my mons and my tummy, each stroke landing swiftly, sinking just a tiny bit into my soft skin, delivering its gift of heat and pain before moving to the next spot. When he gets to the undersides of my breasts he stops, letting me regain my breath, and then reaches back to grab the Hitachi once more. He holds the wand in his left hand, the cane in his right, and places the round toy head right under my clit, burrowing deeper between my folds before turning it on.
I yelp and my hips bump back against the cross, suddenly reminding me of the butt plug that's still there, and at the same time my back arches, offering my breasts to the cane. My eyes are shut tight but I hear Yan laugh his satisfaction and then the blows come up and into the hypersensitive undersides, each strike making the clamps on my nipples jiggle and add their own sweet pinch to the storm of pain and pleasure swirling inside of me. I start begging.
"Please-please-please let me cum sir! Lord it feels so good, please let me cum!"
In response the Wand moves down and farther away from my clit, instead sinking a little deeper right into my spasming opening, keeping my whole pussy vibrating and maddeningly close but just not enough to finish.
"No. Not yet. Hold it. Now head back, keep it out of the way darling."
My pussy is weeping with my need and the juices run down the wand making it slippery and harder to hold still and it keeps sliding around driving me even crazier. In the meantime Yan continues to cane my breasts going up the sides and over the top swells and just a few careful strokes right across my clamped, engorged, dark-red nipples. I scream with each one of those strikes, high-pitched shrieks that are both agony and ecstasy and it's hard to say if the explosions of white-hot light behind my closed eyelids are from the lightning flashes outside or coming from within.
By the time he is finished and puts both instruments away my whole front is covered in those thin pink stripes, the red wax is almost all gone, and I am reduced to a blubbering, begging mess.
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