Summer
I pulled at my restraints, but they were firmly fixed, I was going nowhere until he released me. The thought was more appealing than I’d ever anticipated. I hadn’t spent fourteen months getting to know him for nothing. He cared for me, really cared for me, maybe even more, but we’d not discussed our feelings, just our lives, our hopes and aspirations, our days at work, movies, books and sex. We’d discussed sex in great detail, which I sometimes think made things even harder for us both, when we were trying to refrain. I don’t know how long I’d have held off getting into bed with him again, I mean you could spend a lifetime with someone and not really know them. The moment I knew that I was safe with him, that I could trust him to take things further, was a couple of weeks ago. I was on set filming and he’d come to watch in the wings, like he often did if I was filming late.
It was the peak of summer time, boiling hot, and I’d been on set for ten hours and had skipped lunch to try to get finished early to go out with him. I’d suddenly had a dizzy spell and wobbled on my feet. Before Daron, my self-absorbed co-star, had even noticed, Lucas had raced over and caught me, right before I nearly fainted. He’d carried me to the paramedics’ ambulance, always stationed on site, and despite their assurances that I’d be ok, he told the producer in no uncertain terms what he thought and that I was done for the day. He’d carried me to his car and took me home, then had put me in my bed and had gone to cook me something to eat. He’d insisted on sleeping on top of my duvet next to me all night, to keep an eye on me. I’d known then that he was the man I wanted. He’d spent money on me, purchased me gifts, sent me untold bouquets of flowers, taken me out for expensive meals, but it was that one simple night that had made up my mind. A night when he showed me the type of man he was, and I realised that Lucas Steel was the just the man I wanted. All that stood between us now, was whether I could handle this side of him, the one side I hadn’t seen. And whether I lived up to his expectations of course.
I took a deep breath as the bedroom door opened again and he walked in, his eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring as he took in my body, from head to toe. I blushed. I was virtually naked and it had been a long time since he’d seen me like that. His lips curled into a sexy smile, as he put a porcelain bowl down on his desk, then pulled the handcuffs out of his jacket pocket and placed them next to the bowl. I was breathing faster as I watched him, trying to imagine what was coming next. He shrugged off his suit jacket, carefully hanging it on the back of his chair and then moved to undo his cufflinks. He was taking his time, building up the anticipation and man, was it working! The cufflinks landed with a loud clunk in a glass bowl that was already on his desk, which looked as if it contained coins. He held my gaze as he slowly rolled his white shirt sleeves up. I could feel my chest heaving. Who would have thought that the sight of a naturally bronzed forearm, covered in a dusting of dark hair would be a turn on? After diligently making sure each sleeve matched, he toed off his leather shoes and bent to remove his socks. Even his feet were beautiful. He was simply male perfection. I felt my eyes stinging with tears as I looked at him.
‘Angel?’ He looked at me puzzled and quickly walked over to me, palming my cheek with one hand. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘You’re just so … you take my breath away, Sir,’ I whispered, wondering why this felt so embarrassing, telling him my feelings felt so much more intimate than him staring at my naked body. He smiled softly, leaning in to kiss me. Tenderly, romantically, reassuringly.
‘As do you to me,’ he whispered in return, as he pulled away, then reached for something off the table. ‘Do you trust me?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I answered without hesitation and was rewarded with the megawatt smile, the one that made women swoon at his feet and chased the dark shadows away. I heard that damn annoying squeak leave my throat, the one that betrayed me every single time, the one that told him what he did to me, without me even saying anything. He just chuckled and lifted up a long piece of what looked like red silk. He pressed up against me as he positioned it over my eyes and secured it tightly behind my head. I frowned, I loved looking at him. He was a masterpiece, designed to be stared at and admired.
‘You’re not happy,’ he stated. I bit my lip, was I supposed to answer that? ‘You can tell me,’ he added, I could hear the smile in his cadence.
‘I can’t see you, Sir,’ I advised, with another frown, as if it needed stating.
‘No, but I can see you and I’ll be observing your responses. I want you to feel what I’m doing to you. I don’t want you anticipating what it may feel like, because you can see what I’m about to do.’ I nodded my head, it made sense, but I wasn’t sure how happy I was about it. I soon sighed contentedly as he kissed my throat, and trailed his tongue down to where the cups of my bra joined in the centre of my chest, as his hands swept up and down my waist. I tipped my head back, letting him kiss my throat properly and gently bite it. I was just starting to moan with desire when suddenly all contact was lost. I turned my head back and forth trying to hear him, but all I could hear was my very heavy breathing.
I gasped in shock, as I felt something chill my nipple, something freezing cold, hard and wet. The gasp turned into a startled cry as the same feeling hit my other nipple, then both at the same time. I tried to move away from the burn, but my back was firmly against the hard wood of the cross behind me. Lips pressed against mine, easing them open and my mouth was filled with the same cold that was still rubbing over my nipples. He’d just slipped an ice cube into my mouth. He was freezing my nipples with ice! His lips pressed back onto mine and I pushed the ice cube back into his open mouth and he chuckled, then transferred it back as he plunged his tongue in as well. What he was doing was kind of hot and erotic, but I shivered as the ice on my breasts started to melt and trickle down my belly. Lucas pulled away and lapped up the trail, rubbing another cube in my navel, as I let out cries of impatience for him to touch me properly. My skin was red hot where he hadn’t iced it, it just seemed to highlight the contrast. I was desperate for him to slide himself into me, to make me come as he made love to me again, I was burning up with desire, but he was toying with me. I wanted to tell him off, but I didn’t want to let him down. He’d been explicit with his instructions.
‘Shit,’ I yelled, breaking all my good intentions, as he slid a cold cube through the puffy, engorged lips of my pussy.
‘Language, angel,’ he chastised sternly, as he eased the cube inside me, ‘You’re racking up spanks, which I’ll take great pleasure in doling out.’ I panted as my muscles stretched to accommodate the frozen lump. All my intentions of complaining at this rude and unexpected intrusion ceased, as his fingers gripped my thighs, his thumbs opening me up and his tongue circled my clenching, freezing entrance. I moaned in delight and tilted my hips, thrusting myself against his mouth as he lapped at my excitement, along with the melting water dripping from me, before moving up to suck on my clit. I was like a coiled spring, desperate for release, but as I quivered and started to tense, nearing my blissful climax, he suddenly pulled away again. I heard him padding across the room as I moaned in frustration. What the hell was he playing at? Didn’t he want me? Wasn’t this even hard for him? I wondered. I heard him approaching again and parted my lips, waiting for him to kiss me. Instead I squealed, as my nipple felt as if it was on fire, heat radiating through it, then it started to tighten. I bit my lower lip, to stop myself from swearing, as it happened again on the other one. ‘How does that feel?’ he growled in my ear, as he bit it.
‘I’m … I’m … hot and … O God,’ I moaned, as confused thoughts ran through my brain at the feeling of tightness enveloping my nipples.
‘Sir,’ he barked.
‘Yes, Sir,’ I uttered, as my nerves seemed heightened to the pleasure of whatever he’d done and the edge of dominance in his tone.
‘I can’t wait to pour wax all over your bottom too, which will already be pink from the extra spanks you’ve earned from not addressing me correctly an
d swearing.’
‘Wax?’ I gasped, in horror. He’d just poured hot, molten wax on my damn nipples?
‘You’ve just earned another one. Yes, angel, wax. Be thankful I eased you in by icing your breasts first. I’m going to peel it off now and see if it’s left me with a lovely impression of your beautiful large nipples, if not, we’re repeating, without the ice to numb you first.’
‘And I’d love to pour wax on your cock and see what a “lovely” impression that would make,’ I hissed, annoyed at his games, and not caring that I’d just earned another smack. He surprised me by bursting out laughing.
‘O Summer, we really do have some training to do, don’t we?’ he asked, but forced his tongue into my mouth, silencing me before I had a chance to answer. I forgave him immediately. I could forgive him nearly anything when his tongue was in my mouth, sending me floating into space. I always felt bereft when he pulled away. The joviality of seconds before soon faded as he firmly gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Don’t take my leniency tonight as a sign of my weakness in this room, angel. If you say yes tomorrow, next time we’re in here it will be for real. Instead of my hand for disobeying me, you’ll feel something that will bring me far more pleasure and leave you regretting your insubordination every time you sit down for the next week. Do I make myself clear?’
‘Perfectly, Sir,’ I replied quietly, determined to play ball from now on, I didn’t want to know what “something” may be. He took my mind off my troubled thoughts as I felt him gently peeling the still tacky wax off my nipples and murmuring some comment about what a good job he’d done. Seconds later his fingers found their way back down to my pussy, which was throbbing with such intensity. I prayed that no wax was going down there, the hair removal one at the beauty salon was tender enough. He started working on me again, as I bucked my hips, desperate to come. I groaned in frustration, as he took me to the brink of a glorious climax and then stepped away again.
‘I hate you right now, Sir,’ I moaned, as some tears trickled from under the blindfold and down my cheek. I needed him, I needed him like oxygen.
‘Yet more spanks,’ he responded sharply. ‘I don’t tolerate lies, Summer.’
‘I’m not lying,’ I pouted. ‘Not right at this moment. I’ve been waiting for you for so long and you’re teasing me. I hate you for teasing me.’
‘It seems that Easter has arrived early. At this rate of disobedience, with all the spanks I owe you and the hot wax on your bottom, you’ll be having hot cross buns.’ He said it seriously, but I could hear the lilt of humour in his tone. He grabbed my face and kissed me aggressively, making me forget why I was mad with him.
Exploring the Senses
Lucas
I reluctantly undid her restraints. I was taking it easy on her, very easy, it was her first time and I didn’t want to terrify her, but I couldn’t wait until I could do this for real. Leave her in here, immobile, to ponder the mistake of questioning me, or paddle, flog or lightly whip her backside for back chatting, then fuck her as she was shackled. She needed to feel safe though, to learn some of the methods that got me off, without me going all out. I needed her to agree to see me, to be mine moving forward. Once she was mine, if she’d accept my orders and come into this room willingly, I could increase the levels of pleasurable pain I inflicted on her, as she’d trust me. Her limits to appreciate what I was doing to her, and ultimately what it did to me, would increase the more we did it.
‘Tell me how you’re feeling?’ I asked, as I took her hand and led her to the bed.
‘Hot and … desperate, Sir,’ she replied quietly.
‘Desperate to come, or desperate for me?’
‘Both, Sir, especially for you,’ she nodded, as she moved her head to try to look at my face, despite the blindfold still being in place. Her declaration made my stomach do back flips.
‘The more desperate you are, the better your orgasm will be when I finally let you have it,’ I replied, as I kissed her temple. I helped her up onto the bed, lying her on her stomach and placing her hands together above her head. I grabbed the soft bondage rope, which I’d already secured to the top of the bed and deftly knotted it around her wrists. This way I could have her on her stomach, or flip her over onto her back whenever I wanted. I could pretty much do whatever I wanted with her. That was a very potent aphrodisiac. I gathered her hair in my hands and twisted it into a pony tail, laying it to one side, out of the way of her sexy, slender neck, which I peppered with kisses, before biting it and lightly sucking, leaving another red mark as she writhed below me. I got up and quickly stripped off. I couldn’t wait to sink into her, but I’d have to, I needed to play with her first. When I’d received that email booking from her, confirming she was ready to take our relationship to the next level, we’d discussed our options and she’d agreed to go on the pill, if I’d get tested and let her see the results. Naturally I’d agreed, but all of those years of using condoms with clients thankfully paid off. All of my tests were negative and she was reassured to see that and agreed that we could proceed. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex without a rubber. The fact I hadn’t already fucked her showed what level of self-control I had, without the fourteen month waiting period. I could see her listening intently, trying to work out what was happening. To see her full rounded backside, curving up above those sexy stockings was a pretty damn fine visual. ‘We’re going to explore the senses,’ I advised. ‘Sound, touch, taste, scent and sight.’
She nodded and lay her cheek on the pillow, her perfectly formed heart shape lips slightly parting as she continued to breathe erratically. My balls were so blue, I was on the point of bursting. Thank God I’d had the sense to demand a blow job first, or I’d be tackle free, it would have exploded all over my pristine white walls. Splattering them with red cock and balls, like some piece of Banksy art. I left the room to go to the kitchen to prepare a tray of items required and returned to find her fidgeting.
‘What do you need, angel?’ I asked, as I set the tray down on the bedside table.
‘Don’t make me wait, please don’t make me wait,’ she pleaded with a sad face, her bottom lip wobbling. ‘It’s been so long and all I can think about is touching you, kissing you and having you make love to me.’
‘Sir,’ I reminded her, with a shake of the head. It was hard to be mad at her tonight for forgetting my rules, as it was her first time, and it had been a long time since we’d had sex. I’d been serious earlier though, next time I wouldn’t tolerate it. I did some mental arithmetic to see how many spanks I owed her now and smiled to myself. It was thirteen. This time I’d definitely get to see her turn pink. Maybe her lack of training had a bonus after all. I picked up the remote for my stereo system, which piped music all around the house, selecting her favourite classical singer, Josh Groban, setting his tracks on shuffle so it played low in the background. I saw a happy smile play on her lips and I climbed up onto the bed and straddled her back. She made an audible moan as I ran my thumbs up the centre of her spine and moved my hands to grip her shoulders, then leant down and whispered in her ear.
‘First we’re starting with sound, I want you to focus on the music, give yourself up to it and listen to me as I tell you what I’m going to do to you. I don’t want your attention on anything else, Summer. No rehearsing lines in your head, no thinking about grocery shopping. It’s all about sex, about you and me. We’re building up to me fucking you and I want your complete undivided attention on how stimulating this is to your mind, as well as your body. Are we clear?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ she responded immediately, with that sexy breathy tone that had me screw up my face in a pleasurable grimace.
‘You have no idea how hot you look lying here, waiting for me, panting for me. You’ve got me so hard, angel. It’s taking every ounce of self-restraint not to bury myself in your snug welcoming little cunt right now,’ I whispered, as I kissed her neck. She moaned softly again and tilted her head, letting me nuzzle in close
r. Even the taste of her skin was amazing. I wondered what my life would have been like if she’d not booked me that one time? Would we have even met? I smiled to myself, even if our paths hadn’t crossed, the minute I saw her advertising her film I’d have wanted her, I’d have pursued her and she’d have been beneath me regardless. There was no question about it. She was destined to have been mine. ‘So now that we have hearing sorted out, how about we move onto taste?’
‘Yes please, Sir,’ she nodded, enthusiastically. I raised myself up and lifted her by the waist, quickly spinning her around so she was on her back, between my legs. She let out a surprised gasp, her lips parting wide enough for me to thrust my tongue into the recesses of her mouth, claiming her with deep and forceful kisses. I stopped to grab a glass of her favourite cocktail off the bedside table, a chilled Kir Royale, Champagne with blackcurrant Cassis to sweeten it. I took a swig, holding it in my mouth, then kissed her again, letting the sweet mixture trickle from my mouth into hers. She smacked her lips in appreciation as she swallowed and her tongue reached out to lick them clean. I could feel the pulse in my neck pounding as I looked at her. I drank more and transferred it again and again, until the glass was empty, then picked up a ripe cherry and placed it on her lips. She hesitated for a moment.
‘Eat it, you’ll love it, I promise. It’s sweet and juicy, it nearly rivals you, angel.’ She opened wider and I popped it in, taking one for myself. I smiled as I chewed, watching her eat and lick her lips again. I gave her another, some of the juice escaped her mouth, slowly trickling down her cheek, so I quickly dipped down to lick it off, enjoying her heavy breathing. She was going to be begging me soon, she needed me. After feeding her more cherries, I kissed her for a while, feeling sparks firing off our lips as they rubbed together, then moved back to that spot on her neck that always had her moan with pleasure as she wriggled below me. I quickly slid back, to straddle her knees, and without warning I plunged two fingers deep inside her, making her raise her head off the bed as she took in a deep breath, then released a seductive moan that had my balls grumble in response. She was absolutely soaking. I pumped a few times as she yanked her wrists against her restraints, but gave up as she realised it was futile, she wasn’t going anywhere until I was ready to release her. I pulled my fingers out and offered one to her. She took it, with no hesitation this time, and I closed my eyes as she sucked, feeling it all the way to my groin. I cleaned the other one myself, with a groan to taste her on my tongue again, then swept my thumb over the sticky tip of my cock, shuddering as I did, she wasn’t the only one excited and desperate. I thrust it in her mouth and she sucked hard, with no complaints. ‘That’s taste down, onto smell,’ I grinned, ecstatic to see her nod excitedly.
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