by R. Brennan
He traced a fingertip over her mouth, coating her lips with the evidence of her arousal.
The carnal scent of her juices surrounded her, pushing Faith toward the mindless black abyss of wanton need. Her nails dug into the flesh of her forearms as she willed herself to resist reaching for him again.
Two fingers forced their way into her mouth. “Taste your desire.”
Faith sucked them clean, her tongue swirling sensually around each offered digit.
Richard abruptly withdrew his hand and moved away.
Solitude rushed in to fill the space he left behind, leaving Faith breathless.
He signaled his return a few pounding heartbeats later with the ‘snap’ of his leash on her collar. “Come, pet,” he commanded.
The slack in the leash disappeared, forcing Faith to crawl across the carpet in the direction of its pull. Ass in the air, she followed blindly, sinking deeper into her submissive mindset with each four-legged step. By the time he stopped, her knees were numb and her body sang with a longing to please him. The need to give back some small measure of the pleasure she bathed in at his hands emboldened her. “Please, Sir. I need you.”
A door clicked open. “Don’t worry, pet. Master knows exactly what you need. I’ll show you.”
Faith felt a light tug at her throat as Richard led her to the left. Fear tickled the back of her neck as the interior of his locked storage room flashed in her mind. She shivered, recalling the giant, tilted cross and the array of whips lining the wall. After crawling a few more feet, she heard the soft thud of leash’s leather handle hitting the carpet directly in front of her.
“Stay.”
Faith halted and stared into the endless pitch provided by the blindfold.
The soft pad of footsteps tracked across the carpet toward her right.
She listened to the rapid thumping of her heart as she waited for him to return, her every nerve ending tense and alert.
His soft steps came back, sending a jolt of heat through her limbs. “First, we need to get you undressed. As delectable as you look in that slinky black dress, I much prefer you nude.”
His hands found her shoulders, pushed the tight fitting knit garment down her arms, exposing lace-encased breasts.
She pulled her arms from the sleeves and helped him slide the dress down, over her hips to her knees. Cool air rushed over her heated flesh.
“Hands down, lift your knees.”
Exposed and vulnerable, Faith followed his instructions. Once he’d slipped the garment down to her ankles, she lowered her knees back to the floor and sat back on her heels. The leash hung to the floor between her breasts, cold chain links tickling her bare skin.
Richard swiped a nail down the sensitive arch of her foot, earning a startled squeal. “Jumpy, aren’t we?”
Faith released a nervous chuckle. “Maybe a little.”
He stroked her hair with a gentle touch, traced a fingertip along her jaw as he moved to stand in front of her. His hand came to rest on her shoulder. “You have nothing to fear from me, Faith. No reason to be nervous. The time has come to let go of your insecurities and put your trust in me. You can’t truly give yourself to someone you don’t, and you wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you to be mine.”
She let his words sink in, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Ye-yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand fell away, leaving her to wish it back. “Now, take off your bra. I want to see all of you.”
Thoughts centered on him watching her every move, Faith reached behind her. Shaking fingers unfastened the clasp behind her back. She slid the bra off her arms and tossed it into the black emptiness to her left. Her hands settled to her sides and her chin notched up. Remembering his words from earlier, she slid her knees apart, exposing her slick folds and swollen clit.
“Breathtaking,” Richard whispered.
A smile curled her lips. “Thank you, Sir.”
His fingers closed over her left nipple.
Heat spiraled out from the hardened nub, spreading through her breast as he rolled and stretched it taut.
Gasping, Faith arched her back, pressing her upper body toward him.
Richard repeated the process on her other nipple, teasing the peak until tightened to match the first. He released her.
She felt the slack leave the chain hanging from her collar. A light jerk on the end brought her down on her hands.
“This way, pet.”
Led by the leash, Faith crawled forward a few more feet.
“Here is good.” Richard crouched down, pulled the chain taut, and attached the end to something on the floor, trapping her in place. He tested the links, giving it a yank to ensure it wouldn’t pull free from whatever he’d tethered her to.
Faith had enough room to move her head slightly left or right, but she couldn’t lift it higher than her shoulders and she couldn’t back up. A sense of helplessness washed over her. Her heart thundered against her ribcage.
“Perfect. Now, don’t move. Stay right there.” He chuckled at his own joke. “As if you have a choice in the matter, eh pet?”
She sensed more than heard him move to her exposed left flank.
His palm made contact with her hip and slid down along her the curve of her ass. When he reached the back of her knee, he continued the caress up along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh until he reached her wet center. Richard slid his finger up along her folds tracking toward her engorged clit. He traced a slow circle around it, teasing the receptive nub before bringing his finger back to her aching center at a maddening leisurely pace.
Faith shivered beneath the intimate touch. She pushed her hips toward his exploration, straining at the collar and leash holding her in place.
He moved his hand just out of her reach, flicking the very tips of his fingers over her pussy. Just the whisper of a touch. Enough to drive her insane with unsatisfied desire.
“Please…” The words tore free in a strangled cry.
“Please what?” Richard countered in a husky voice.
Her brain refused to form words. Fire churned in her stomach. Faith wiggled her hips so the tips of his fingers continued their teasing strokes across the center of her need. A purr rumbled past her lips when his fingernail struck her swollen jewel.
At her eager response, Richard gave her pussy a sharp smack. “I said don’t move.”
Faith gasped, surprised by the jolt of pleasure the harsh action produced.
“You like that, do you?”
Heat burned her cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”
“Would you likeme to do it again?”
She chewed at her lip, unsure why the truth should embarrass her so much. “Yes. Please, Sir.”
“Move your knees further apart.”
Faith obeyed, offering herself fully to him.
“Now ask properly, pet.”
She swallowed her fear. “Please spank me again, Sir.”
Richard gave her left flank a hard whack, followed immediately by one of equal power on the right.
Tingling fire exploded at the twin points of contact. Faith bucked, startled. Heat spread across her ass.
“How about that?” Richard rubbed and kneaded her flaming cheeks. “Or do you only like it when I spank your pretty pink clit?”
She swallowed her heart out of her throat. “Not as much as that, Sir, but the massaging part is quite nice.”
His laugh turned her belly into a tight knot.
“Feed me your pain, and I shall turn it into pleasure.” Lending truth to his words, Richard slipped two fingers inside Faith’s wet hole, sparking the smoldering embers of her desire back into a raging inferno with ease. “Some wise person said that once, though I would be hard pressed to recall who.” He drew his hand back and when he thrust his fingers into her again, he added a third digit, pushing that one past the tight pucker of her ass.
“Such tight holes,” he murmured.
Faith groaned as he filled her. Arching her back, she
pushed her hips toward the invasion, as much as the leash would allow.
Richard wiggled the fingers buried in her pussy, then slowly withdrew them. Two hard smacks made contact with her backside, setting her skin ablaze with another round of prickling fire. He followed the blows with a soft, circling two-handed rub. “You redden nicely, Faith. Like two red, juicy apples.”
She moaned her pleasure at his gentle ministrations.
“Tell me, do you bruise easily?”
It took her a few moments to fully comprehend his words. “Uh…I’m not sure. I don’t think so.” She was fairly certain she didn’t want to know why he would ask something like that.
“I’m surprised, considering the paleness of your complexion.” Richard grabbed a handful of round cheek in each hand and pulled them apart. “I could play with you for hours.” He released her. “I’m sure you don’t mind.”
Before she could answer, he swirled a teasing digit around her brown eye, scattering her thoughts. He gathered up some of her creamy goodness and stuffed it into the hungry hole. “Have you ever had your ass fucked?”
Faith recalled Sebastian’s fumbling efforts to take her ass and shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Such a waste. We should fix that. Your little star here...” He pushed more of her love juice into her backside. “…is just begging to be used until it spasms. Are you aware of that?”
Her tight hole quivered with sweet pulses of current as his finger probed her over and over. “Oh, yes,” she murmured.
“What was that?”
She cringed. “Err…I mean, no, Sir, I didn’t…or rather, I wasn’t aware of that, Sir.”
He slid his finger out of her, laughing softly at her fumbling response. “I like a pet with greedy holes.” The chilly tip of a dildo pressed against her compliant pucker, slipping in with relative ease. “You just need a bit of training. We’ll start out with a small butt plug.” Richard pressed the toy deeper, stretching her to accommodate the wider girth at the toy’s base. “For now.”
A butt plug? Oh boy.
“Don’t tense up.” A calming palm skimmed along her back from shoulder to hip. “Just breath, let your muscles relax, and trust me. Let go of your fear.”
Faith stared into the inky void plastered over her eyes and willed the tension from her body. She took a slow deep breath, and blew it out with cheeks puffed.
Richard slid the toy the rest of the way into her ass.
She let out a groan as her bottom stretched to accommodate the invasion, then closed tight around the thinner base at the end of the plug. A heady sense of fullness enveloped her, leaving Faith breathless and panting.
Richard caressed her cheek, tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear with gentleness. “That’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you.” He turned her head to the side before his mouth captured hers in a deep, bruising kiss.
She melted under the onslaught, limbs trembling beneath her.
He ate her soft whimper before his lips broke free. Richard moved away, taking the air in her lungs with him.
The sound of his zipper screamed at her in the silent void left by his absence.
“Chin up, Faith. Head back and open your mouth.”
The evidence of her eagerness to taste him dripped from her nether lips like a leaky faucet, slicking her thighs all the way down to her knees. She lifted her head and bared her tonsils for inspection.
The tip of his rock hard cock tapped her lower lip.
Faith stretched the limits of her leash to close her mouth over his swollen shaft, suckling the captured helmet with the vigor of a hungry baby.
His guttural moan vibrated through her.
Spurned on by his reaction, she traced her tongue around its circumference, growing frustrated when she couldn’t take all of him into her greedy throat. In an effort to urge him closer, Faith swung her face side-to-side, tongue out. His cock swiped across her face, smearing her cheeks with her saliva.
“Catch it, little kitty,” Richard whispered, not quite rising to the bait she laid out. At least not in the way she’d planned. He merely took her game and brought it up a notch, keeping his rock-hard prize just outside her reach.
Lesson learned.
She whimpered, her ass throbbing from the plug buried inside it. Her fingertips curled into the carpeting. “Please, Sir. Let me have it.”
He pushed his shaft past her lips, stepping toward her. “Such a good girl.”
Faith greeted him with her hot mouth, accepting her prize with joy singing through her veins. She stroked him with her lips, drawing her head back to the limit of the tether and sliding it forward again. Her throat convulsed and opened to his length. Drool ran down her chin.
Richard held her head and rocked his hips against her face, sliding deeper into her mouth with each slow stroke.
She let her jaw go slack, using her tongue to tease the velvet skin of his glorious organ.
He growled, fingers twisting in the hair behind her ears and gripping tight while he ground his hips against her mouth, his cock tickling the back of her throat. “That’s a good girl. Take it all.” Richard released his hold on her hair and drew back, letting out a sigh of pleasure. “You definitely don’t need training in cock sucking, my darling. You’re a natural.”
Faith flushed at his words. Emboldened by a surge of confidence, she let out a long, slow purr. “Thank you, Sir.” She felt a pull at her leash as he unfastened it from the floor.
“Time to come to bed, pet. I’ve toyed with you as long as my own needs will allow.” He gave the leash a light tug.
Relieved to learn they were in the bedroom and not Richard’s playroom, Faith crawled behind him, ass in the air, worried too much hip movement would cause the butt plug to slide out onto the floor. She doubted a blunder of such proportions would earn her any points.
When he stopped moving, so did she.
He unclasped the leash from her collar and patted the mattress loud enough for her to hear. “Up you go.”
She clenched her ass tight around the plug, praying it stayed in place, and carefully maneuvered herself onto the bed.
“Not too far. You don’t want to fall off the other side.” He guided her to the center of the soft mattress. “Right there’s good. Lie down on your back for me.”
Faith twisted her hips, settling her bottom on the bed. She lay back until her head nestled on a fluffy pillow.
“Open your legs. Let me see how wet you are.”
She slid her ankles apart until she could feel the edge of the bed on either side of her.
Richard joined her, the weight of his body settling between her legs at the bottom of the bed. He traced a finger along her soaking wet inner thigh toward her center. “What’s all this?”
Faith bit down on her lower lip, cheeks burning hot.
The bed shifted. His tongue scalded a line along her flesh, following the same route his finger had taken. “It would be a sin to waste all this nectar, don’t you think?”
She gasped, her fingers curling into the bedspread at her sides. “Oh God yes, Sir.”
He trailed light, teasing kisses over her mound and traced his hot tongue down along her other thigh until he reached her right knee. His hands cupped her heels, pushing her legs up until the soles of her feet were flat on the mattress.
His soft whisper floated to her in the darkness. “All the better to taste you with, my dear.” Before she could respond, his mouth closed over her pussy, his tongue darting inside her, lapping at her ample juices while his arms wrapped around her legs, drawing them further apart. The bumpy texture of his tongue teased her desire-swollen nub.
Faith rolled her head to the side, emitting a low, grumbling moan. Her knees sagged further apart, her back arched. She pushed her needy clit against his mouth. The change in position drove the plug deeper into her ass, sending shivers of delight through her limbs. “Oh, yes!” Her hands skimmed over the bedspread en route to his arms, palms itching to touch him. She dug her nails
into his biceps, raking them along his skin as she growled her need.
The magic his mouth was performing sent her spiraling toward the sun, her body tingled with passion’s heat as her nipples tightened to pebbles. She lifted her hips, rocking them in a cadence that matched the probing thrusts of his molten tongue, pushing herself even closer to the edge of ecstasy’s chasm. “Can I come for you, Sir?”
Richard lifted his mouth from her throbbing pussy. “I’m sorry, pet, I was distracted by all this sweetness. What did you say?”
She released a cry of dismay at his abrupt abandonment of her pleasure center. “Oh, God, no. Don’t stop. Please.” She tossed her head back against the pillows.
“Did you need something, pet?”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her leg muscles tense. “I asked for permission to come, Sir.” The pout in her voice was unmistakable. “But, you’ve stopped licking now.”
He chuckled and gave her pussy lips a series of three quick smacks, each charging her body with startling current.
Faith’s hips bucked with each slap. Her labia began to throb, drawing her attention away from her quivering, oversensitive clit.
“You need to beg loud enough to be heard, my sweet pet.” Amusement laced his tone. “Another teaching opportunity presents itself. Don’t you feel smarter?”
Faith only groaned in reply.
“I thought so.” Richard’s head dipped between her legs again. His teeth captured her clit, held, and released. His tongue flicked at it, lashing back and forth.
White light burst before her eyes, driving away the black shroud that surrounded Faith since he’d blindfolded her. She rolled her hips, opening her love flower to him.
Richard feasted on her, slurping loudly from her sopping hole between long, stroking licks over her clit.
Faith buried her fingers in his hair, moaning as she ground her hips against his mouth. “Please let me come, Sir,” Desperation wove through her words.
“Come girl. Feed me your pleasure.” He drove his tongue into her pulsing hole. His lapping strokes worked her into a frenzy.
She arched her back, muscles tense as she toppled over the precipice, her body awash in waves of bliss. Convulsions wracked her frame. She gripped his shoulders and held tight, the force of her orgasm transforming her into a mass of electrifying sensation.
