by Nikki Sex
"I could eat you out all day, Elizabeth, you taste so good," he said. All her awareness was focused on the feel of his hands on her thighs, holding her down and the feel of him, still stroking with his firm wet tongue. "No matter how much I drink, voila! There is always more. This gorgeous, so delightful cunt of yours is an endless source of honey." His tongue mesmerized her, never altering its position, teasing the sensitive rim, causing her pussy to tighten and convulse as it tried to clamp down on something, anything.
This was so erotic! His words, his hands, his tongue. It felt so good, him licking her there, him enjoying her dripping pussy. It was slick and she felt it getting slicker all the time. Sir loved it, clearly he did or he wouldn't be doing this. Oh God! It was maddening! Why didn't he touch her clit or spread her lips with his hands and fingers? Why didn't he penetrate her? She could climax so easily. She moaned and squirmed and attempted to arch and push toward him, but his strong firm hands held her exactly where he wanted. Futilely she pulled at her tied wrists and ankles. Elizabeth knew she couldn't move, that he had total control and somehow that turned her on even more. She hardly recognized the noises coming from her own throat.
It felt so good, but being on this knife edge of orgasm was torture.
"Please! Please! Please!" she began to cravenly sob and beg, fighting the exquisite agony of his tormenting tongue. The sensual licking stopped and his hands on her thighs tightened. Elizabeth came back to herself, suddenly aware that she had been moaning words without his express consent.
"Elizabeth, I will need to discipline you for your forgetfulness," Sir said with stern reproof. "To break my laws is not permissible."
"Oh Sir, I'm sorry. May I speak?" Panting with the desperation of sexual need, anxious, wanting to please him and kicking herself for her unthinking stupidity, Elizabeth expelled a large breath while she waited for his permission.
Sir made her wait a full minute, then his hands loosened from where they were tight upon her thighs. He began lightly rubbing her thighs in a circular, soothing manner. "Very well, mon cher," he said. "I excuse you this time." His voice held a trace of humor. "You do not, perhaps, have the control and mastery over yourself that you imagined." He chuckled. "You may speak."
"Oh please Sir, please. Fuck me, oh God please!"
Sir's warm hands solidly pressed against her once more. He moved her thighs apart further, and she loved the feel of them. He had spread her, and held her absolutely still, so his clever tongue could work. His big strong hands held her down, exposed and vulnerable, ready for his pleasure. I am completely in his power, she thought. And that knowledge no longer disturbed her. Instead it caused her pulse to race. But then his hands released her, and her legs trembled with the loss of him. Sir stood and moved toward her, she knew he was coming closer by slight sounds and the now familiar scent of nutmeg and cedar. But there was another smell now, the scent of male musk and arousal.
"Elizabeth," he asked in a soft voice. "Do you want my cock?"
"Yes, oh God yes, Sir please." An electric thrill of joy ran through her, for she felt certain that Sir was going to give her exactly what she wanted. But as experienced as she was, Elizabeth lacked not only imagination, but the unique sexual vision and wicked genius of her captor.
Elizabeth could never have expected what Sir actually had planned for her.
6. Deeper, harder
Blindfolded, Elizabeth imagined his erection there in front of her. She could almost feel the heat of it and desperately wanted to see it. The bed depressed as he got on it, on his knees this time? He grabbed her hair, twisted it round his fingers and held it tight, pulling her face toward him. Bound as she was, her head remained resting against the bed, but the feel of his hands in her hair, controlling her movements spiked her desire.
"I am going to put my cock in your mouth," he said in a firm, masterful voice.
"Yes, Sir." She was so desperate she would take it however she could get it. She licked her lips and opened her mouth for him.
"Non mon cher," he said, giving her hair a little tug. "Keep your lips closed. This is my cock, and because you have begged for it, and because you are trying very hard to be good, I will let you taste it, but only as I instruct."
Elizabeth closed her lips.
"Good girl," he said. "Now lick them, I want your lips as wet as your sweet cunt." She did as he ordered, slathering moisture over them. "And be still. I want to control what I do with my cock in your mouth."
"Yes Sir," Elisabeth whispered, feeling almost like she was undergoing a religious experience in the "Church of Sexual Fulfillment." She had never felt so horny in her life, never so needy. There was nothing she would deny her hot French captor. The man was some sort of a sex God.
Sir pressed his cock against her wet lips and rubbed it back and forth. He was hot and hard yet his skin was soft as velvet. He was marking her lips with pre-cum, she could smell it. She stilled a frantic primal hunger to open her mouth and take him inside. She wanted to taste him, but he had ordered her to remain motionless.
"Bonne fille," he said and his voice was husky with lust. "Good girl. Now open, just a little and remain completely still. I want to put my cock inside you. I want to be the one to stretch that mouth of yours."
Elizabeth froze motionless at this erotic command, desperate to please him. She opened her mouth very slightly.
"Oui, just like that," he said. She felt the heat of his shaft near her face; musky and seductive, male and primal. She had to concentrate, ruthlessly subduing an overwhelming impulse to lick it as he moved his hot pulsing cock between her lips. Her hair was tight in his grasp as he moved inside, toying with her tongue. She bit back a moan as he pulled out for a moment. He put his fingers deep inside her, feeling the roof of her mouth, the back and the sides. He paused for a moment. "You can take me all the way in I think."
"Yes, Sir."
"Remember," he gave her hair another little tug. "Be still while I fuck you," he said, his voice a growl. He stretched her mouth slowly, pushing in and out a bit at a time until her nose was right up against his coarse pubic hair. "Yes, good," he said with approval when she had swallowed him down, almost gagging and choking in her desire to give him what he asked for. He did not hold that position long, perhaps aware of how difficult it was for her, but he seemed satisfied that he had achieved his goal.
In total control, he fucked her mouth for many long minutes, pulling her back and forth, faster, slower, moving her head with both of his hands tangled in her hair. Often he held her against him as he thrust right into the back of her throat, but never choking her for long and all the while he made erotic male sounds of sexual pleasure, which joined in concert with her own needy whimpers and moans.
"And so," he said finally, "It is very good. Now I allow you to lick and suck me while I fuck your mouth. Show me what you can do with your tongue and those oh so wet lips."
Elizabeth was inspired. She hardly breathed as she began to vacuum him, her tongue flicking, eager to please him as he had pleased her. He had both of his hands curled tightly in her hair as he pulled her back and forth, up and down his shaft, rhythmically moving his cock in and out of her mouth at his demand. She experienced a kind of delirious buzz at sucking and milking him, teasing his broad head, rolling her tongue around the tip, his slit, and on every ridge and vein. She wanted him to come to completion, she wanted to revel in it, drinking him down.
"Do you want my hot seed to shoot down your throat?" he rasped. With her lips and mouth tight around him she gave a nod, profoundly thrilled by his obvious appreciation of her actions. "Then suck me deeper. Oui. Harder," he gave the peremptory demand in a low hoarse voice, his hands convulsing in her hair as he groaned with pleasure.
OMG the things he does, Elizabeth thought. The erotic words he says and that accent. How does he do it? How has he made me into such a craven slut?
His thrusts became shorter, and she concentrated on milking and squeezing the head of his cock. He was close, so close to o
rgasm and she wanted to taste him, to swallow every drop. She began to humm then, and had an internal laugh as her vibrations teased his cock. This really is a hummer. She thought. This must be how they came about, so much pleasure. I just want to hum while I experience such amazing oral bliss.
In his urgency he pushed in deeper more often, in short fast strokes. Elizabeth had to ruthlessly hold back her gag reflex, but his pleasure was what stirred her. Her eyes teared, there was drool across her chin, and she heard herself making strange whimpering noises in additions to her mmmm's and hums of encouragement.
"Yes, there you go," he said as he thrust right to the back of her throat, burying her nose right into his thick thatch of pubic hair. "Fuck, that feels good…tres bon…"
Elizabeth reveled in gratifying him. More than anything, even more than her own pleasure, she wanted to please him. Breaking one of his direct laws was not in her mind. She hadn't planned on screwing up at all.
But she did.
7. Displeasure
In a blissful, submissive headspace, Elizabeth sucked and licked. This was all about him, giving him exactly what he wanted. With that odd thought her pussy contracted hard. The rest of her body tightened and she almost came. Sir pulled out instantly, ripping her back from his cock with a sharp tugging pain in her hair. Her orgasm stuttered and then stopped. She cried out with the loss of him, wanting him to penetrate her - wanting his hot, thick cum.
"You do not have permission to climax, Elizabeth. Not yet," he said, his voice implacable even though he was breathing hard. He let go of her hair then, releasing her back against the mattress. After a moment he expelled a deep breath and said in unsettling tone of disapproval, "You interrupt me."
Experiencing a moment of panic Elizabeth said, "I'm sorry, Sir." She listened to the sound of his heavy breathing while waiting for his reply.
"Bon," he said. "Then lick my cock and balls. I want to watch as you put your mouth and lips and tongue on them." With one hand idly cupping and toying with her breast he held his cock out for her, directing her to put her tongue in his slit, where she greedily licked him, coaxing out every musky drop, moaning at the taste. She swirled her ravenous tongue around the firm ridge that surrounded the rounded crown of his penis. At his command Elizabeth concentrated on the fleshy part under the head of his cock, and she shivered delightedly at his tightening reaction, instinctive thrust, and subsequent growl.
Licking his length, she reverently sucked, traced and nibbled, putting her mouth around his heavy testicles, taking them in at his exact direction and sucking them lightly inside her warm mouth, one at a time. At his command she licked long strokes down the underside of his scrotum and perineum, stroking, caressing, tasting and worshiping him. Elizabeth, genuinely repentant, wanted to make up for her failing and did everything he asked, following his express orders - exactly as he demanded.
"Enough," he said.
Attentive, she waited for whatever he wanted. Holding her shoulder with one hand, and gripping a nipple with the other he said, "Open for me now and try again. And remember," he admonished with a painful pull of her nipple clamp, "you do not have my permission to come."
Then he slid his hot cock back inside her mouth. "Now, mon cher, do as you feel will best please me. I do not control you in this. Move your head, your mouth. Show me how sorry you are that you interrupted my pleasure. Prove to me that you want my cum."
Elizabeth knew what he liked, she had felt his cock react and heard the sounds he made. As Sir grounded himself by holding on to her breast and shoulder, she enthusiastically hummed, sucking him in. As he didn't move her head for her, she did so, bobbing on him up and down as much as she was able, tied as she was. Elizabeth took him deep, happy for his thick cock to choke her, willing to accept any discomfort, as long as she could suck him to completion. She eagerly worked him, straining to move slow at first, then fast, sucking him hard while the flat of her tongue also stimulated him. As she did so he encouraged her with murmured comments and sounds of pleasure.
In a state of lightheaded bliss Elizabeth was humming once more. They began working in sync, him thrusting, her bobbing down his shaft, each wanting to take each other. His cock plunged into her, huge and pulsing, his testicles slapping against her chin and throat. Sir was breathing heavily when he eventually muttered an intelligible French curse and pulled back from her.
"Bon, mon cher," he said. "It is well enough I think, for now." His knuckles grazed her cheek in that warm, familiar manner that somehow both calmed and excited her. "Good girl."
Sir approved. She had been forgiven.
8. You Have To Beg
Sir he sat down beside her and took her nipple clamps off.
The pain was immediate and Elizabeth cried out as the blood flowed back into her tender flesh. Sir put his warm mouth on each nipple, gently licking, stroking and soothing. He took his time, unhurriedly laving and sucking with his warm velvet tongue. Squeezing and caressing her breasts with his hands, his skilled fingers gently rolled and softly tugged her sensitive nipples. Elizabeth's entire body hummed with sexual desire, and her pussy ached and clenched around the emptiness of nothing. She felt desperately horny and simply had to have release.
"Sir? May I speak?" she finally said.
"You have my permission," he replied, his words were distorted as he was sucking and licking one nipple with his mouth. His fingers caressed her other breast, running under the curves of it, teasing and lightly playing. His other hand had moved lower, between her legs, but his fingers carefully avoided her tender clit despite how she arched and moaned. His mouth and hands continued without stopping, keeping alight the ever increasing bonfire of lust within her.
"Sir, will you put your cock inside me? Will you please let me come?" She felt his smile against the tender skin of her breast, and then he sat up. His hands, his mouth left her skin and she almost cried out loud in protest.
"I had considered leaving you like this, mon cher," he said, "in a heightened state of arousal with no release. Cruel, no? Perhaps I would fuck your tits to reach my own climax, and then leave you to suffer. A little punishment, you understand? This would make you even more desperate, frantic to serve and obey me later. But if you beg, I may decide to fuck you, and let your cunt milk me as you come. In this you must beg me properly." He chuckled, and his sexy laugh was a strange combination of amusement and threat. "I want to know why you need to orgasm," he said. "I want details. Tell me. Now."
Elizabeth's mind reeled with shock. Had he planned leave me like this? This horny? No way. I swear to God I will die if I can't climax. I need to come!
"Sir, I need you inside me," she said, the words pouring out of her without thought. "I need to feel your hard cock jet its thick, hot cum in me. My pussy is aching for you. Fuck me, fuck me oh fuck me please!"
Elizabeth waited for a long moment in utter silence.
"I like this argument very much," Sir finally said, "but I think you can do better Elizabeth. I warned you that I would only fuck you if you begged me, do you remember, mon cher?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I wish to hear more pleading from your sweet lips. Your body already displays your desire, the pulse, the breathing, and your flushed and sensitive skin. Mon Dieu, You have such erect nipples and heavy breasts and your swollen sex drips with honey. I want your tongue to tell me of your desire. You are the trial lawyer. Argue your case in a hot way, a way that will make me hunger to have you. Make me want to give you the gift of my cum inside the heated flesh of your body, and not spend it on your tits. If you want me to fuck you, mon cher, you must beg for this privilege. Right now."
"Oh God, Sir I want it so bad," Elizabeth heard the earnest pleading in her tone, her urgent beseeching need. "Fuck me anywhere, take me anyway you want. Come on my face, my breasts or down my throat. I swear I will do anything. I promise to be good. You have all the power, all the control. Will you please at least allow me to come? Let me satisfy you and feel you climax? Sir, I didn't understand. I
had no idea. You were right. I am begging you! I am yours. Your slut, your whore, your sexual slave. Take me any way you want me. But if you don't mind, if you would only consider…." She took a deep breath and said, "I swear I have never wanted anything so much in my life as I want you to fuck me right now."
Sir gave his familiar deep, low chuckle that seemed to resonate throughout her body. He leaned forward and took her in an open mouthed kiss, in an affirmative physical answer. His tongue plundered her mouth and when Elizabeth's tongue found his, she moaned with the pure rapture of it. While he ravished her with teeth and tongue and lips he squeezed both of her breasts, and twisted her nipples, a gentle bite of pain that enhanced the pleasure of that kiss. So many sensations! The heat of his body encompassed her, his clean shaven face, the erotic scent of his cologne, the taste of him.
When he drew back he came off the bed and trailed his fingers down to possessively grasp one buttock. "Mon cher," he said in a soft, sensual caress, "with such words, from a mouth such as yours, you win. I shall give you what you ask for."
Elizabeth whimpered with relief as he spoke. Burning with sexual anticipation, empty and aching inside, she could hardly wait.
9. Elizabeth's Climax
Sir came off the bed, and within moments he was between her quivering legs, running his hands up her thighs, gripping her hips. Then one hand trailed toward her sex, brushing against her pussy and purposefully spreading her lips open for him. Elizabeth bucked and whimpered and writhed with lust within the limits of her binding constraints. Her blood drummed in her ears and her entire body felt heated and sensitized both skin and core. The soft sounds of Sir shifting delighted her, as he moved to position himself with his hips and thighs hard against her hypersensitive skin.
"Be very still now," he commanded in that sexy, demanding voice.
Instantly she went motionless, waiting. She gasped and whimpered when she felt the heated head of his cock searing against her opening. Don't move! Don't move! she told herself. Her internal struggle was frantic as she fought an overwhelming need to move toward him, to arch and thrash, bite and scream. Behind her blindfold sweat trailed down her temple. Remaining still was a close run internal battle, focusing all of her attention.
