Twisted Oak: A Sexual Odyssey

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by Blanche, Neige


  “Yes, sir,” I said as he lifted my ankle to meet its mate on the headboard.

  Gunmetal eyes met mine. “Leave your other ankle there and don’t bend your knee. I want you to stretch out.” He sat back and looked at me impassively as I struggled with the awkwardness. “I’d love to control what’s in your mind, but I can’t. I can only give you guidance, as any devoted dominant should, guidance that could help alleviate your suffering.”

  He kneeled on the bed next to my right side, his tongue traveling from my hip to my ankle slowly and seductively. “You’re so fucking cerebral,” he said, securing the knot on my right ankle. “If I could, I’d fuck your brain. I really would. God, to know your thoughts, control them, to fuck your mind. But that’s impossible, isn’t it?” He lifted the right ankle and secured it to my right wrist.

  “Sir, this is a bit of a mind fuck,” I said, hoping to add levity. After all, sex should be fun and I was nervous.

  “Is it?” he said and smiled. “How wonderful to be fucking your mind. Do you like it?”

  Trick question, so I decided to play it safe. “Yes, sir. Please fuck my mind.”

  “Nezzie, you’re a sneaky bitch, aren’t you?” He shoved pillows up under my shoulders and back. “Nezzie, relax. Relax everything. Remember how Sunny did it, how he fell into the bindings? Don’t fight them. Use them for your pleasure. Start here.” He put his hand on my head. “Relax it back, Nezzie, all the way. Every muscle on your face, your eyes, your neck.” He ran his hand down the front of my neck and paused at my throat. “Relax here, too.”

  I relaxed every muscle as his hand traveled my body and slowly became more comfortable.

  “See, baby, I’ll never put you in a situation where you can’t find satisfaction and comfort. It’s about your pleasure too.” He took his hands and lightly touched my arms. “Relax them, Nezzie. You won’t fall. I assure you, my bindings will hold you securely.”

  I attempted to turn my arms into rubber bands. He kissed me on the mouth gently.

  “Thank you, my lord.” I was near that blissful zone I had seen Sunny in the other night.

  Mr. Delacroix ran his hands down my legs where they bent sharply at the hips. “Relax now, Nezzie. Relax all of you.” He began rubbing my buttocks gently and he licked my clit ever so slightly. “Good girl,” he said, and then I felt his tongue travel through my nether region, splitting my lips and barely brushing the entrance to my canal on his way to licking consecutive circles around my anus. His fingers continued to tickle my most private estuary. I felt slightly stoned, but elevated at the same time. His finger tickled my clit as he kept licking the circle. Waves of physical change moved across my body, a new elevated sensation.

  “Oh, my lord, thank you.”

  He laughed that infectious laugh. “You’re welcome, but just you wait. It gets better.” His tongue slightly entered my anus and I involuntarily reacted. “You think what you like, my lady, but the more you relax, the better it’ll be. God, I love fucking virgins. Relax, Nezzie. It’s me, your master. I won’t hurt you. I know what you like. Breathe, baby. Just exhale for me nice and long. Let yourself go. Open up for your lord and master.”

  When I did, he filled my anus with lubricant, that cold feeling running into me. I was surprised at how deep the lubricant went and I recalled Monique saying how she liked this position because she was so open. I focused on keeping my breath even and deep. I focused on relaxing my ass for him and gave myself over to his will.

  “You can close your eyes, if it helps you relax,” he said as he rose to mount me. I saw his hands grasp the headboard and his weight on me added stress on my shoulders. “Stay relaxed,” he said, “I’ll go slow. This is gonna be so fucking succulent. Détendez, neige blanc. Par sa peau blanche comme la neige. Just relax. Let me take what belongs to me.”

  I exhaled and he entered me slowly. I began to struggle. Then I recalled Sunny doing the same, so I focused on my breathing again and he pulled away slightly, but not all the way. “You okay, Nez?” he asked.

  “Yeah, just a little surprised.”

  “Just a little surprised, what?” He jammed into me hard.

  “My lord!” I screamed. My breathing got shallow and swift.

  “That’s better. Does it hurt?”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “Good. Give it to me. You belong to me. It’s your duty to submit.”

  I tried to respond, but all I could muster was a low moan as tears came to my eyes.

  “Good girl. Now relax, Nez. Look at me and breathe. Look in my eyes. See how much this means to me, to have all of your body for me?”

  I opened my eyes to see his electricity alight for me. His gunmetal eyes were gone and those familiar brilliant eyes shown with such care and deep longing. I bathed in his light and fell helplessly into his soft silken ropes as the pain grew. I was on the cusp of using a safe word when the pain dissipated into pure pleasure. I moaned as he entered me, every inch of his manhood opening me and pushing me to a new limit, a new pinnacle, a new way of giving to him, a joyous cause.

  “There you go, Nezzie. That’s my girl. Open your ass to me, submit.” He was moving in and out of me at a regular but slow pace. “Aw yeah, such a tight fucking ass. It feels so good, Nezzie. Does it feel good to you?”

  “Yes, sir,” I gasped.

  “You want me to keep fucking your ass?”

  “Yes, please, sir.”

  “Then submit yourself to me.” His smile was incandescent and I was on the precipice of the most overwhelming orgasm. Warm juices overflowed from my vagina. Visceral moans escaped my throat.

  “See, baby, I told you, you’re a natural. Oh god, you are so fucking wet. Jesus, you’re coming all over yourself.”

  He picked up the pace. With even, deliberate pounding, a jolt of pain pleasure traveled through my body. He held steady like this for a few minutes. Small grunts escaped my vocal cords with each heavenly thrust. My eyes rolled and closed in ecstasy.

  “Oh, Mr. Delacroix, thank you, thank you so much.”

  “You’re welcome, my love.” He started going faster and he was breathing heavily. “I’m gonna come in your ass now, Nezzie. You’re gonna love this.”

  His crashes into me became deeper and more vigilant, when at last he shoved into me so hard, I lost my breath. When I thought I would succumb to a pleasurable death, I felt his seed fill me. He pushed into me and then pulled out.

  “Mr. Delacroix, more, please.” My body ached for more; my mind ached for more.

  “Cher, unlike you, I am not a bottomless pit,” he laughed, “and besides, that’s enough for the first go. You’re gonna be sore, but I want it to be a nice kind of sore. Sorry, Nezzie baby, that’s all you get for tonight.” He lifted himself off me. “And let this be an enduring reminder of who is boss here. I say when, where, how, and what hole. You never do unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”

  My body was still shuddering from the aftermath of such an incredible orgasm. “Yes, sir.” He left me bound and vulnerable as he began to pace the floor.

  “You’ll be ready for anything at any time from now on. You’re mine. Your whole body is for me. Know in your mind that I can decide to fuck your body anytime and you’ll give it freely no matter what.”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “You submit to me, no one else, Nez. Tell me.”

  “I submit to you, no one else, my lord.”

  His hand hit my exposed buttocks with a slap that took me by surprise. I could not move against the tethers. I was vulnerable in that position, completely debased. This was inequity and I loved it. He slapped me again and I groaned as I worked against the rope to gyrate my hips.

  “That’s better, Nez.”

  “Please, my lord.” I begged for something, but I had no idea what.

  “So now you want a red ass, too?” He didn’t wait for my a
nswer but kneeled on the side of the bed and smeared his hand on my wet vaginal portal and spanked me again, the wet hand making the sting all the more salient. Once more, he smeared his hand on me and smacked hard on my ass.

  “You are right where you belong,” he said as he left me hanging there and went to the bathroom.

  I cried as I hung there. He made me feel so good and so bad at the same time and I yearned for more. It was such a puzzling predicament. I heard the water run in the bathroom and reminded myself not to overthink things, to go with the flow and to fall back on the bindings. I wanted him to be proud of me when he came back so I bent willingly to show him my gratitude for the pleasure he provided.

  My ass stung and my tender anus seemed like it was still wide open to the world, but I consciously relaxed my body into the ropes as Sunny had shown me. I was tender, but the hypersensitivity was delicious. My groin began to inflame again at the thought of what just happened and I knew I was ready for more. The familiar sensation of waves of muscle tightening indicated that I would climax again. I worked hard to stop it until Mr. Delacroix came back so he could see it. I thought of calling out to him, but at last he appeared.

  Laser eyes, gleaming smile. “Nezzie, you’re coming again, you fucking little slut.”

  “My lord, I was so afraid you’d miss it,” I croaked through irregular gasps.

  “What should I do with it, your pussy that won’t stop wetting itself?”

  “Sir, your wish is my command,” I whimpered.

  He came to me and untied the tethers, leaving me in a free fall, cold, insecure, and wanting. I attempted to cover myself, but he took the blankets away.

  “Now do you know the value in being bound?” he asked.

  “Yes, my lord,” I said as I pulled myself up into the fetal position.

  “Do you want to be tied again?” he asked as he went to his throne and sat facing me.

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “Then crawl to me. Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me now.”

  “Yes, sir.” I clambered off the bed, remained on all fours, and crawled to his feet.

  “Turn around, stay on your knees, but spread your legs. Stick your fucking ass in the air so I can see how you’re still coming all over yourself.”

  I followed his commands.

  “Good girl. Your pussy is so wet. Nezzie, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you pissed yourself. Such a sight, such an inviting aperitif.” His thick fingers pushed and played with my nether lips, but never entered me. I ached for his hand inside me.

  “Face me, Nez. Show me your devotion. Knees spread and I want to see your fucking ass in the air.”

  I turned and kept my knees far apart, placing my head between his bare feet and lifting my ass as high as I could. I listened to him breathe. Minutes passed. Finally, he asked me to come closer, to stay on my knees and give him my wrists. I was relieved not to have to hold that position much longer, but was surprised when he tied my wrists to each arm of his chair in pulley fashion to pull me closer with a small tug of the ropes.

  “Open your mouth, Nezzie. Time for your throat fucking.”

  I was amazed at his ability to recover from his previous orgasm, but there was no time for contemplation. He shoved his sex into my throat and pulled the ropes tighter, immobilizing me against him. He hit the back of my throat, compelling me to pull away, but instead he pulled me tighter. When he loosened the ropes, I sucked as hard as I could.

  He said in a guttural groan, “Good girl, such a hungry girl. Suck it dry. It’s why I keep you.”

  I nodded in agreement, and he pulled me in again. I sucked as he loosened the ropes. The enjoyment I received from his pleasure was indescribable. This joyful cadence continued until my jaw was fatigued and his cock hardened and pulsated with pleasure. His cream flowed into my mouth, the sweet salt taste drowning my throat. He pulled me in and laid my head on his lap.

  “Thank you, my lord,” I said.

  His hands played in my hair for a few minutes and then he untied my left hand. “Nezzie, this is where you belong,” he said as he caressed my breasts. “I need you to reaffirm your status to me. I need your assurance that I have your complete trust and submission; that you’ll stay here below me, with me, under me. It’s important as we approach this juncture. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my lord. I am yours in body, mind, and spirit. I trust you and belong to you wholly, without hesitation. I am here below for your taking, for your pleasure and for your mind. Take me, my lord. I am yours.”

  Ty’s words, I got your back, echoed in my mind. Sunny’s smile: He's a good man, Miss Nez. I said a silent prayer that I was not making the biggest mistake of my life.

  21.

  I had not told Mr. Delacroix that Ty was coming, but somehow he knew. Maybe Ty contacted Sunny and told him. Among the four of us, there were no more secrets and for the first time in my life, I knew I was safe. Everyone loved me, respected me, and valued me. Never had I known such acceptance. Wild horses could not drag me away.

  “Good morning, my lady, I trust you slept well?” Mr. Delacroix came into the bedroom with a tray carrying a small French press, ornate porcelain coffee cup, a small matching creamer, and a bowl of fruit and yogurt. I sat, painfully, to receive my morning nourishment from my loving lord.

  “Nezzie, are you okay?”

  “Yes, my lord, just a little tenderness,” I said as I adjusted my back-side.

  “Oh, Nezzie, your poor little delicate ass,” he said as he set the tray in front of me. “Not to worry, my dear. Eat up now and I promise I’ll make it all better.”

  I pressed my coffee as he stood at the window, transferring his weight from one foot to the other as if he were rocking a baby. His ass was hard and his arms crossed in front of him showing well-defined triceps that flexed and relaxed with the movement. His hair was getting longer. The dark chocolate curls fell in skimming waves and touched his neck.

  “It’s a cloudy day,” he said as he turned his electric blue eyes to me. He stopped midsentence and dialed into my admiration; his for me reflected in his eyes. “Nezzie, you have no idea how deeply you touch me,” he sighed.

  I sipped my coffee in silence and watched him as he gazed through the window. The daylight was muted grays and greens, but the light in our room, the light he and I shared, was brighter than the sun.

  He came to my side and fed me a strawberry with his fingers. “We’re getting close to the last of them for this year. It’s getting warm.”

  “Are these from the farm at Twisted Oak, sir?” I asked.

  “Yep, good old Louisiana strawberries, they don’t get any better than this.” He lifted another to my mouth. “Soon they’ll be your strawberries.”

  I was confounded by his need for submission the previous evening, almost bringing me to the point of using a safe word, and now he was telling me that it was all going to belong to me?

  “Is it your intention to be obscure, my lord?” I asked, feeling cross because my backside hurt. I set my empty bowl down and sipped the last of my coffee.

  “Oh love, I am sorrier than you’ll ever know that I am a pain in your delicate ass this morning. Let me help you,” he said as he took the tray away.

  “Don’t try to be funny and don’t change the subject, sir. I’m confused and I depend on you for everything, so I need you to be serious and clarify. My lord, if it’s my submission you want, you have it, but I can only give it completely if I’m not confused.”

  “As you wish, my lady. It’s my job to maintain your dream, as you say.” He set the tray on the nightstand and went to the bathroom to start my bath.

  I stood, stretched my arms, and rubbed my backside, renewing the illicit sensation of a hand wet with my juices spanking it. The pain I felt in my anus only elicited more memories. He gently urged me to come into the bathroom.

  “C
ome and bathe with me, my sweet submissive being,” Mr. Delacroix said as he dropped his pants and stepped into the tub. “Let’s you and I sit and clarify everything, shall we?”

  I took his hand and he gently helped me down into the hot, soothing water.

  “How’s that, my love? Is it to your specifications?”

  The water was hot, but it was a perfect antidote to the pain. I leaned back and allowed the water to move underneath my sore, excited ass as it now began to ache for more.

  Mr. Delacroix sat between my legs and the water rose. “Penny for your oh so fuckable thoughts, cher,” he said, and began to massage my breasts.

  “My lord, please clarify before you succeed in distracting me,” I said with closed eyes. I could feel his manhood floating around my vagina.

  “You’re begging again.” His hands began to move to my thighs that were open to him.

  “I’m begging for clarity, sir. I’m still confused.” I leaned back, making my breasts sink under the water.

  “All right, I’ll clarify, and then after you’re set straight, I will impale you with my dick.”

  “Thank you, my lord.”

  “Didn’t I tell you from the very beginning that you have the power?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said as his hands found the point at which my thighs met my groin. My hips moved. The sound of ripples in the water voiced my hunger.

  “Neige, everything I do, I do for you. All your service and your suffering for me give you power. Very simply, I am for you.”

  “But the strawberries, my lord, how can they ever be mine? They’re of the earth and not affected by power.” It seemed as if he had a secret plan. If he meant marriage or a lifelong commitment, I needed to know.

  “So fucking cerebral; I wish I could stick my dick in your ear and fuck your brain. You drive me mad with it, Nez, sheer fucking madness.”

  “There you go again, playing games,” I said.

  “Playing games what?” He twisted my nipple and I winced.

  “Sorry, sir, my lord.”

 

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