by LK Shaw
“Close your eyes please,” I asked him as I slowly rose from the floor, not checking to see if he’d followed my instructions. I still wasn’t quite comfortable walking around naked in front of him. His closed eyes made it slightly easier. I made my way to the kitchen where I pulled my surprise from the refrigerator. “Keep them closed.” I sat back down and “prepared” his dessert, feeling myself grow more nervous with each passing second. Would I look stupid? Would he laugh when he saw me? After I was finished, I stacked the bowls on the tray with our dinner dishes. Then I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, prayed, and told him to open his eyes. Complete and utter silence was not the reaction I expected. The silence was deafening. I couldn’t even hear him breathing. Suddenly, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Utter humiliation washed over me. As I was about the jump up and run to the bathroom to wash off the mess and die of embarrassment, I heard a whoosh of breath leave the man sitting next to me.
“Holy fuck woman. That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Echoing the breath he released, the breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding escaped.
Slowly opening my eyes, I saw the expression on his face. Hunger. His eyes moved up and down my body where I lay on the floor, pausing as he took in the “dessert” I’d prepared for him. I had covered my breasts and sex with whipped cream and drizzled chocolate over both. I couldn’t help being a little cheeky so I’d topped my sex with a cherry.
He leaned over me, placing his hands on either side of my head and dipped down, biting the cherry from my mound. He tossed aside the stem and then crushed his mouth against mine, mingling our flavors, and I tasted the cherry on his tongue. Our tongues dueled, and Marcus’ hands moved to caress my cheeks while I reached up and ran my hands through his hair. Inch by slow inch, Marcus began trailing kisses mixed with love bites down my neck, hitting the sensitive spot behind my ear, his scruff tickling me as he went, causing me to moan in pleasure. Farther south, his mouth traveled until he reached my breasts. Taking his time, his mouth encircled my right breast and he licked every ounce of cream and chocolate off of it, savoring every last drop. He moved back up to my mouth where I tasted the chocolate he’d been enjoying. His erection had been pressing against my thigh, and I swear it had gotten bigger with each swipe of his tongue. Not wanting to leave a trace of chocolate, he moved to my left breast and worshipped it with his teeth and tongue. I felt a sharp nip and looked down to see Marcus taking my nipple between his teeth. He tugged and I felt a similar pull deep in my core.
This man knew how to worship a woman’s breasts. Mine had never been that sensitive, but every nibble he took had me arching and close enough to orgasm that if he continued playing with them I’d step over the edge and fly. As though he read my mind, I heard, “I bet I can make you come from making love to your breasts alone. One of these days we’re going to find out.” I shivered in anticipation of that day. After every last drop of chocolate was gone, he kissed my belly. I’d always been self-conscious about my roll, and I almost flinched. I steeled myself before I did.
Marcus must have noticed the tightening of my abdomen because he gazed up at me.
“You are stunning. Everything about you is gorgeous. Every curve…” Kiss. “Every bump…” Kiss. “Every roll…” Kiss.
At this point, I was starting to believe him. With each enunciated kiss, he moved down the swell of my belly until he reached the piece de resistance. Lying on his side with his head propped on his elbow, he scooped up a finger full of whipped cream from my sex, rubbing against my clit during his path and he brought his finger up to my mouth.
“Suck.”
Tentatively, I opened and closed my mouth over his finger and twirled my tongue around gathering up all the sweet cream from it. I thought I tasted myself alongside the cream flavor. I gained more confidence as I sucked and licked away every bit of it. While sucking his finger, I pictured doing the same to his cock. I’d only given a couple of blowjobs in my life, and they both had left a lot to be desired. I didn’t think it was an experience I wanted to repeat. Until now. I wanted to suck Marcus’ cock. I wanted to taste the musky flavor that was uniquely his. I wanted to take him deep in my mouth, and I wanted to drink down every last drop of his come. Without warning, my body shuddered as a small orgasm raced through me.
“Naughty girl, coming without my permission. What were you thinking about now?”
It took me a moment before I was able to answer. “I was thinking about sucking your cock, Sir, and how good you would taste. I want to please you.”
“You please me more than you know. I would love those lips wrapped around my cock, but not tonight. Now, as much as I’d like to eat this sweet cream from your even sweeter pussy, I have other plans for that pussy tonight. Go take a shower while I clean up down here. I’ll join you shortly.”
Penny
After a hot shower, I found myself alone in Marcus’ room. Even though I had arrived long before he had, I kept my visit to the kitchen and living room. I couldn’t bring myself to explore the upstairs, especially his bedroom. It would have been wrong somehow being in here without him. Wrapped in a towel, I surveyed my surroundings and took in the room that had the markings of a bachelor.
The room was masculine in its entirety. The ceiling was recessed and made of medium shaded wood paneling, with the four walls a basic eggshell color. One of the walls housed double doors, which opened to the full walk-in closet. The opposite wall drew my complete attention. Covering almost the entire wall was a giant gilt-framed mirror. The only space on the wall that the mirror didn’t cover was the door leading out into the rest of the house, a door that Marcus had just stepped through. He still wore his dessert-covered shirt. It did appear as though he’d tried to wipe some of it off. We stared at each other for several heartbeats, arousal thick between us. I would never get tired of looking at this man. He was beauty personified with his piercing green eyes and sensuous lips I wanted to spend hours kissing.
“Thank you for letting me use your shower. As much fun as the food play was earlier, it’s much better being clean.”
“You are welcome to anything in my home, Sweetness. As long as I am training you and you belong to me, you may have full reign of the house.”
My heart cracked a little at his words. I recognized I was emotionally attached to this man and knowing that our time together had an expiration date made my heart ache. I knew from the start that if I let myself feel too much, I’d end up with a broken heart. I didn’t realize it would happen this soon. Shaking off my heartache, I smiled at him and before I stopped myself, my feet propelled me forward until I was toe to toe with him. It wasn’t until I reached him that I noticed he had an insulated ice bucket in his hand, similar to one used to chill a bottle of wine. “What’s that for?”
“You’ll see,” he said as he reached out for me. He yanked on the towel wrapped around me, and with only a little resistance, I let it fall to the floor. He took my hand and led me to the tall, four-poster, king-sized bed that dominated the middle of room. At the foot of the bed rested a cedar chest covered with a checkered brown, sateen fabric. Covering the bed was a plush down comforter, its outer border a bluish gray color with a color block square of brown and cream in the middle. Six pillows adorned the head of the bed with three large cream pillows stacked side by side behind three smaller brown pillows. Marcus directed me to climb up on the bed. Lying on my back, I wondered where this night would lead to next. I watched as he reached into the bedside table and pulled out several cords made of black silk.
“Give me your hands.”
Trustingly, I stretched my arms forward. Tying a loose knot around my wrists with the cords, he then secured each of my arms to the top two posters with the remaining length of cord. He pulled my legs up one by one so they were bent toward my chest. Using extra long lengths of the cords, my legs were also bound to the posts with the cord behind my knees to keep me open and exposed to his heated gaze. I was vulnerable and c
ompletely at his mercy. I knew my safe word, but was reluctant to use it. I wanted everything he was offering.
“It’s awkward being the only naked one, Sir. Please don’t make me suffer alone in my nakedness any longer. I want to see you.”
Marcus shook his head then lay down next to me. He propped himself up on his elbow and cradled his head in his hand. He idly played with my nipples, tweaking first the right, then the left, my body shuddering under his touch.
“Not yet, Sweetness. Fuck, you look gorgeous tied to my bed. I’ve pictured this at least a dozen times already as I watch you begging me to let you come. I want you to focus on feeling instead of thinking. You’re always inside your head. I need you out here with me.” He sat up, turning slightly as he reached for something behind him. As he turned back to me, I noticed a royal blue silk cloth in his hand. Before I guessed his intentions, he leaned toward me, placed the cloth over my eyes, and tied it behind my head. “This will help you focus on feeling my touch. Remember to let me know if your arms or legs start going numb, and I’ll loosen the bonds. But for now, I want every part of you open for my exploration. Not a single inch of your body will go untouched tonight.” He punctuated this by sliding his hands up my calves toward my core.
Without warning hot, wet heat engulfed my breast. My back arched toward the source and a breath of air escaped my lips. “Oh God, Marcus.” A sharp pinch to my nipple had me flinching in pain.
“You will address me properly, sub.”
“Sir, I’m sorry. I just need…” was all I said before he interrupted me.
“You need what I tell you. Now be a good little sub and feel.”
He suckled my breasts again. I became so focused on the pulling of my nipples that I didn’t realize his hand moved further up the length of my leg until a sharp pinch to my clitoris jerked me to attention. Immediately, two fingers were thrust into my pussy as Marcus began to flick my clit with his thumb. My breath caught at the penetration.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“You like that. But you need more don’t you?” It wasn’t a question as he continued pistoning his long fingers in and out of my wetness, this time adding a third finger. Moans of pleasure came from me. Tension spread through my body, when out of nowhere, spasms raced through me as I reached my peak, and I tightened on Marcus’ fingers that continued to fuck me and draw every shudder out of me. I don’t know if I passed out, but I slowly came back to awareness. I knew I was still bound to the bed. Other than that, I was lost to my surroundings.
“I love watching you come,” came the whisper from beside me. “And we’re just getting started.” I heard a noise I didn’t recognize. “You’re so hot, I think you need something to cool you off,” was all the warning he gave before a bite of cold spread across my lips. So that’s what the ice bucket was for. Back and forth across my lips, he rubbed the ice as it slowly melted into my partially open mouth. I followed the water with my tongue and licked it up as it melted away. His hand left my mouth and a shiver ran down my spine as another ice cube rubbed across my nipple.
“Marcus…Sir,” burst from my lips. When I didn’t think I could take the almost painful cold, the hot cavern of his mouth joined the ice cube and the combination surrounding my breast made me writhe in ecstasy. I heard more noise, and more ice was pressed to my throbbing clit. “Fuck. Fuck. I can’t take any more.”
He ignored me as up and down, from slit to clit, Marcus rubbed the ice over me. I struggled against the silk cords. As with my breasts, the heat of his mouth overlapped the cold of the ice. He added his mouth to the mix by nipping and sucking on my clit. Repeatedly, he alternated ice then heat until another powerful orgasm raced through me. I screamed his name as I arched off the mattress.
“You’re so beautiful,” he lovingly told me as I languished in his bed after the two most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced. He controlled everything about my body, and I was powerless against him.
“God, the things I let you do to me,” I gasped, still twitching from my release.
“Sweetness, this is just the beginning,” he laughed softly.
Groaning, I twisted in my bonds. After removing my blindfold, Marcus unbound my arms and legs and checked them over for abrasions. He questioned me to make sure I had no numbness or tingling, to which I answered in the negative.
“Turn over onto your belly.”
Lazily, I turned over, and he grabbed one of the large cream pillows from the bed, stuffed it under my hips, effectively raising my ass in the air. With my head turned to the side facing the mirror, I observed us as though we were two actors performing in a play. It didn’t feel real that I was one of the actors on the stage. I watched as Marcus slowly began undressing. First, he removed his dress shirt, button by button, before tossing it over the arm of the midnight blue armchair that sat next to the French doors that opened into the large master bath I’d recently exited. Muscles flexed in his arms and chest, as inch by inch, he peeled the undershirt over his head, exposing the most amazing set of abs to ever grace a man’s body. I continued to lay there, mesmerized by the strip show he was unwittingly performing for me. He kicked off his shoes before slowly unbuckling his pants. He knew I was watching in anticipation. I loved his cock and I was desperate to see it again. It had seemed like a lifetime ago since I’d felt him plunging into my depths.
In the blink of an eye, he removed his pants, and they also met with the arm of the chair. It was impossible not to lick my lips as I took in his glorious length. Surrounded by neatly groomed hair, his cock bobbed up and down as pre-cum leaked from its head. I licked my lips again wishing he was close enough for me to lap up his essence. Moving to the bed, I watched in the mirror as he climbed up and sat straddling my backside, his cock lying perfectly in the crease of my ass. He reached over me and into the same bedside table that had contained the cords he had used to tie me with and pulled out a small jar. Marcus opened the jar, and scents of bergamot, coriander, and orange peel wafted from inside. The soft scent filled the room with its fragrance. Marcus dipped his fingers in the jar and coated them with the oil.
Starting at my shoulders, he began a deep, sensuous massage, kneading the knots in my muscles. I closed my eyes as I relaxed under his expert touch. He released the tightness from my muscles by drawing big circles up and down my back and kneading certain spots. For what seemed like hours, he continued massaging my back before shifting himself further down the bed until the massage started up again. Marcus massaged my feet, not forgetting my toes, before moving up to my calves, then my thighs. He continued massaging my thighs, which I widened almost unconsciously, and before I took my next breath, his finger pushed deep into my dripping core from behind. He gathered my juice before he slowly dragged his finger up and lightly massaged my anus, using both my own moisture and the oil to coat the outer ring. I squeezed my cheeks almost instinctively against the invasion. I knew anal sex had been on the table from the beginning and even though I’d experimented a little, it was different experiencing the sensation caused by someone else.
“Relax. You need to loosen up if I’m going to get a plug in there. I’ll try to take it as slow as I can, but know that I can’t wait to drive my cock in there, watching as I stretch this hole wide.” I shivered as I pictured his cock thrusting into my ass. He continued to massage my ring which loosened little by little with each circle he made until I was relaxed enough that he slid his finger all the way in. He thrust his finger inside my oiled up hole several times, which had me panting at the intrusion.
He removed his finger and poured more oil over my ass, which dripped down my crack. This allowed him to push his finger back inside my asshole with more ease. “I want you to inhale, then exhale and as you exhale push out.” At my exhale, I pushed out as he’d instructed and then there was a slight burn and sting as this time he entered me with two fingers. In and out, he pressed his fingers adding in a scissoring pattern to open me up wider. I don’t remember him getting into the nightstand again after pi
cking up the oil. Sometime during my massage he must have. Suddenly, he removed his fingers. They were quickly replaced by something much bigger.
“God, I can’t wait until it’s my cock inside you instead.” I struggled to catch my breath as I felt the pressure of the plug against my ass. “Like before I want you to breathe in, and then as you breathe out, try to push the plug out.” Taking a deep breath in, I concentrated on relaxing as I exhaled and pushed out at the same time. Even before I’d completed my inhale, the plug was being gently pushed into my ass. I forced myself to relax as the plug stretched me wider than I ever thought possible as Marcus slid it the rest of the way in. I winced at the stronger pinch of pain as the flared base added that final, additional stretch before the plug became fully seated in my ass.
“Oh my God, I’m so full.” I lay there trying to catch my breath as the sensation of having the plug in my ass washed over me. It was mildly uncomfortable and foreign. I wanted to experience everything so I continued to force myself to relax. Before I knew it, the intense pressure had eased and I slowly grew accustomed to the full sensation.
“Fucking gorgeous. Seeing you with a plug and knowing that soon it’ll be my cock there instead has me almost ready to blow. I don’t think I can go easy on you right now. I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you hard.” Without further warning, Marcus grabbed my hips, lined his cock up to my cunt and thrust all the way to the hilt. I screamed in pleasure at the sensation of being filled. With the plug in my ass, the fit inside my pussy was as tight as a glove. Ruthlessly, he began fucking me. With each thrust of his cock, the plug pushed further inside my ass and the dual sensation of being filled in both holes was more than I could take, especially after the two orgasms I’d already had. Boldness came over me just then. I reached down between my legs and played with my clit. I was desperate for release and with a few flicks, I screamed out my climax as I heard the roar of pleasure as Marcus echoed my release. Collapsing on the bed, I was lost to the world. I barely felt Marcus pull me up against him, his cock and the plug still inside me.
