by A. C. Melody
“You would let me fuck your mouth with pineapple in it, Tessa?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather swallow?”
Not entirely, but she shook her head with confidence. Until Felix started undoing his shorts. Heat and worry combined, a small amount of doubt cutting into the surety of her choice with the reminder of just how big around her Master’s cock was. He shifted to slide all clothing down his legs without standing and Tessa noticed that he was already sitting on a folded towel. It seemed he’d not only been prepared for her answer, he’d been hoping for it.
When Felix started stroking the thick length of his cock a mere half inch from her face, Tessa’s worry lost ground against the immense lust swelling through her insides. It was such an erotically masculine thing to witness, full of raw confidence and carnality. More saliva pooled in her overfilled mouth. She could already imagine the feel of satiny steel against her tongue. An ache pulsed to life deep in her womb; a memory of the sensation from his passion the night before, which was now a thriving need echoing in her every cell.
A desperate plea sounded in the back of her mouth. Her cheeks ached a little more for every second she had to hold the fruit. As much as Tessa wanted to please him, it was getting harder and harder not to swallow. She was almost ready to sacrifice her own orgasm for the relief it would bring. Felix cupped her face again with his free hand, prompting her chin up as high as it would go in her position.
“My little fox.” He smiled at her, his eyes full of pride. “Swallow.”
What? Tessa blinked at him, unsure if she’d heard him right or if the command was part of her test. When she tried to shake her head, he gripped her chin to stop her.
“I was never going to fuck your mouth with food in it, Tessa. That’s a choking hazard,” he informed her. “Not to mention, I’m not too keen on finding out what it feels like to get pineapple juice in my cock.”
Tessa almost sputtered. She hadn’t even thought about that and could only imagine how bad it would sting.
“Come on, baby, swallow,” he prompted, rubbing his thumb over her jaw. “I promise, you’re still going to be allowed to come. Your real challenge was in weighing the options I gave you, not the acts themselves. You chose to trust me with the more frightening task where you had the least amount of control. Proud doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m feeling right now.”
Stunned, Tessa didn’t hesitate to swallow like crazy, her tongue swiping all of the bits of pineapple from the inside of her mouth as she took deeper breaths to satisfy her lungs. The ghostly impression of fruit chunks seemed embedded in her gums, cheeks, and behind her lips, even after she’d swallowed everything, keeping her tongue busy for a moment.
“Is that better, my pet?”
“Yes, thank you, Master,” she exhaled.
“You’re welcome.”
“How do you know I didn’t just really want to come, Master?” she dared to ask.
His laugh was soft, but there was no mistaking the hunger behind it. “Because I already know your desire for suffering, Tessa. You could’ve easily handled going a little longer without coming. You chose to trust me, instead. Now, I’m going to reward us both.”
He didn’t hesitate, guiding the head of his cock right to her lips, where his heat seeped in. She let saliva pool down the length of her tongue, before using it to lubricate the entire head of his cock with slow, deliberate tastes. When Felix released a heavy breath into the quiet, she pursed her lips and sucked nothing more than her own saliva off again. Her mouth was still a fount, but now it was for the clean flavor of her Master. Her tongue swirled all the way around his glans and then her lips sucked it off, taking him in just that much deeper, before retreating.
After brushing her lips over the steel hard contours under and along each side of his cock and just below the crown, she reexamined the area with the tip of her tongue. The bulbous head was silky soft against her lips when she treated it to the same exploration, stealing the salty bead of precum for herself. Felix groaned out a sexy laugh and his hand squeezed tighter around the base of his shaft.
“Fuck, Tessa, your file didn’t say anything about cock worship,” he rasped.
Was that what she was doing? Though she knew that cock worship was a kink, she’d never considered it for herself. Then again, she’d never felt the desire to worship anyone’s cock before. There was just something about Felix’s that almost demanded the extra attention. With another slow lick of her tongue up the thick vein underneath, she couldn’t hide her pleased smile to know how much he was enjoying it.
“Would you like me to stop, Master?”
He groaned deep in his throat, and this time it sounded pained. “Hell no. But we have to, pet, because we don’t have the time for it. However,” he added with a hungry growl. “Now, that I’m aware, we will be exploring this again very soon.”
Delighted with that promise, Tessa wrapped her mouth around him and stretched her tongue as far as she could, trying to adjust to his girth. Once she felt confident enough, she leaned forward to take him deeper...and froze. The chain attached to her arms slid on the bed frame and felt on the verge of slacking altogether. An urgent sound ignited in her throat, panic gripping her, because she was stuck teetering on her knees. If she moved another centimeter in either direction, the chain would roll again, and she would fall with no way to stop herself. What if it happened too fast, and his cock slammed into the back of her throat? The possibility of choking or scraping the hell out of him with her teeth wasn’t helping her remain calm.
“Trust me, Tessa,” Felix encouraged.
It was too tall an order. The sensation of being on the edge of a cliff was purely physical, and she had no possible way to stop it from happening. Relaxing wasn’t even an option. Her shoulders were tense, her hands straining uselessly at her lower back, wanting nothing more than to shoot forward and brace herself out of reflex, but she couldn’t. She had no control. No. Fucking. Control. She whimpered around his cock, pleading with him to help her.
“Come on, little fox, you’re almost there.”
In other words, he wanted her to trust him, but he wouldn’t ask for it anymore. It was up to her now to prove if she could or not. Inhaling heavier through her nostrils, Tessa attempted to work through the adrenaline, so her muscles would loosen enough to allow her to continue. Her anxiety tripled when Felix placed a hand on top of her head. Her heart leaped into a rapid tempo with the idea of him forcing her down over him before she was ready.
When his fingers fluttered over her hair, something dawned on her that she hadn’t taken into account before. Felix’s hands were completely unhindered. She’d been viewing the threat as just her helplessly bound body against gravity, forgetting that his hands were free and more than capable of saving her. She had no need of her own.
That insight didn’t eliminate her fear altogether, but eased it enough to calm her breathing and pulse. She needed to trust her Master. He had her safety and control of the scene well in hand. That was what he’d asked of her, what she’d agreed to give him. He wouldn’t let her fail, and maybe that meant he wouldn’t let her fall, either.
After several seconds ticked by, Tessa was able to persuade her muscles to relax at last, so she could lean forward. The chain shook, because her body did. In the span of a nanosecond, her fear spiked when the chain rolled with her movement—only to stop fast, catching on something that pulled it tight and secure once more. Tessa strained with her reaction around his cock, pent up sounds of panic and fresh relief all in one. Her eyes watered from the intensity of it.
“Good girl!” Felix praised, his tone filled with pride and the arousal stimulated by the vibrations of her voice. His hand pet her head with encouragement as he waited for her to stop shaking. After the panic subsided and her body relaxed, Tessa tested the stability of the chain with a cautious, shallow rhythm up and down his cock. When she was able to take him deeper into her mouth without any more c
omplications, the heat built through her system all over again. Her movements grew more confident and she was finally able to enjoy sucking her Master’s cock without any fear. It didn’t go unnoticed. Felix’s fingers curled into the strands of her braid and his hips rocked with just the barest hint of impatience.
“Now, little fox,” he ordered with a husky growl. “It’s time to show me those deep-throating skills.”
Tessa relaxed her throat and felt herself sink further away from the lingering effects of her panic and into that glorious place of pleasing her Master. Of doing nothing more than being the reason for all those quiet sounds of pleasure churning the erotic energy between them. The further she was able to take him down her throat, the longer he held himself there, before rocking his hips back again. It was so much hotter with his participation. Not that she would’ve minded going solo, but Felix’s passion was so arousing with the way he could turn any basic, sexual act into the most erotic experience. With a steady pull of air through her nose, Tessa filled her lungs and took him almost all the way down her throat.
Felix expelled something hungry, yet inaudible with his breath, his hand tangling tighter in her braid. Then, a growling moan of approval followed, along with the resurgence of angry vibrations against her clit.
Having forgotten all about the damn beetle, the sound she yelped onto his cock was both startled and desperate. His hand flexed tighter with a broken, highly aroused chuckle.
“Fox...” he managed, breathless. “Mmm, come, my little fox. I want to feel you scream around my cock.”
Whether that was permission or an order, Tessa wasn’t about to fucking argue. Knowing full well just how much he’d enjoy the feeling, she didn’t hold anything back, letting the moans flow from her diaphragm. The heat of his cock seemed to increase, the satiny steel expanding and pulsing along with the beetle. Or was she the one throbbing? Intense, pleasurable vibrations coursed through her at higher speeds than ever before, shoving her right to the precipice of bliss.
Tessa sucked her way back up to the head of Felix’s cock one last time so she could refill her lungs, and then moaned all the way back down again, pushing deeper and lapping her tongue over his balls. His hips jutted from the chair with a startled sound of pleasure.
“Fuck! Yes, Tessa, more,” he urged.
She would’ve complied, had the piercing birth of a massive orgasm not taken hold at that precise moment. Tessa was helpless against the enormous swell of pleasure that erupted through her entire being. Pleasure so sharp it was painful, stayed centered in her clit, held captive there by the blasted beetle. It increased everything, and her Master got his wish. Tessa screamed around his cock, a river of drool running over him in the process.
He might have growled more praise or demands, but the blood rushing through her ears rendered her momentarily deaf to everything else. Both his hands wove into the hair at the back of her head as he held her in place and fucked her throat in as wild a rhythm as he dared, which had all the resonating pleasure in her pussy coiling up nice and tight again.
Her first orgasm and resulting scream had depleted all the air from her lungs, though, and she was in desperate need of more. In another show of trust, it only took a good push against Felix’s hands for him to understand the urgency and he stilled just long enough for her to replenish her lungs. Not a second more, though, before he was guiding her all the way down again. Yet, that wasn’t why her moans turned pleading. He hadn’t just discarded the remote, he’d left the damn thing on high. A second orgasm blazed and throbbed into existence, originating from somewhere deeper than the last. Tessa had to refill her lungs two more times, before it struck and sent shuddering ripples of ecstasy all the way to her nipples and down her thighs.
She lacked the air to scream as loud as the first time, but Felix still responded with approval. He muttered praise just before he lost his own rhythm. Already attuned to him, Tessa understood he was the one at the peak now, so she took the reins back from him, and in the next instant, he was choking his own climax aloud to the room. His fingers dug into her scalp as his hot cum released deep in her throat. A different kind of warmth sizzled through Tessa. It filled every inch of her with the potency of satisfaction and accomplishment. Pride, yes, it was so hard not to feel proud when she was able to make a man come with her mouth. It always felt like such a major conquest, because it took a hell of a lot more effort than just spreading her legs. With Felix, it just happened to feel even better. She wasn’t exactly sure why, nor was she inclined to dwell on it at the moment.
There was something far more pressing keeping her focus. Pressing and vibrating right against her clit, like a hive of angry bees. Tessa groaned in complaint around Felix’s softening cock.
“What’s that, pet?” he asked, pleasure slurring his words. “You want to come again?”
No. No, she did not want that, so started shaking her head with a negative sound. He used his hold in her hair to lift her mouth free of himself and settled her back into her original position.
“Too bad. I want you to come again and I always get what I want, don’t I, little fox?” he asked, dangerous and still aroused from his release. Satisfied, yet never sated. Always hungry. He hooked his finger into her collar and pulled her face into his. “Come, Tessa. Now.”
Distracting her with a heated kiss, his hand assaulted her breasts and nipples. The added stimulation was all she needed to find the elusive stirrings of a third orgasm. The more aggressive he pinched and tugged, the faster she flew to the edge. Tessa didn’t even have the energy to make much sound when she came, but he devoured it, anyway.
“Mmm, my little fox, good girl,” her Master praised.
His hand cupped her, his fingers tormenting her for a moment longer by rubbing over her spread labia, smearing all of her cream and dipping his fingers into her drenched pussy. At last, he was merciful and removed the beetle with gentle care.
If Tessa thought the pineapple chunks had left a lasting impression, it was nothing compared to the way her sex felt after that stupid vibrator. Which put them both right at the top of the world’s most devious devices, in her opinion.
“Thank you, Master,” she sighed with so much sincerity, Felix chuckled.
“You’re welcome, pet,” he replied. After righting his clothes, he returned to supporting her leaning body with his chest, and unfastened the cuffs. “Now, to get you all cleaned up again.”
With an audible gasp, Tessa scanned the single room of the bungalow in search of a better alternative than the freezing, outdoor shower. When she couldn’t find one, she groaned in protest and burrowed her face in his shoulder. He laughed at her misery.
Two things were becoming quite clear regarding her Master’s sadism. One, it came with the worst sense of humor—ever—and two, it was trained in the art of the ninja; sneaky, sudden and unforgiving.
Chapter Four
Dry Run
After Felix washed Tessa in the outdoor shower again, he took a moment to brush out her damp hair, so he could redo the braid his fingers had ruined. Then, he lathered her whole body with more sunscreen and dressed her in the spare, clean bikini he’d packed. It was a simple coral two-piece that tied behind her neck and at her hips; no fancy embellishments. Without the silicon beetle keeping her aware of her own sex, Tessa was ambivalent when he chose not to add the beach cover.
By the time they returned to the main house in yet another golf cart, the mood between them had grown solemn. Felix hadn’t even bothered to torment her with the end of the leash, as if her impending punishment were weighing just as heavily on his mind as it was on hers.
Inside, the resort was a lot quieter than it had been a few hours ago. Most of the guests were either still at the beach or getting ready for the afternoon luncheon. Felix led her through the commons from the main foyer to a hallway directly opposite the one leading into the kinky theater. Bright sunlight filtered through a set of glass doors at the very end, though Tessa’s head was bowed, so she had no
idea where it led. More than halfway down, the plain corridor opened up with a kind of alcove to their left where a single door stood in each of the three walls. Felix approached the middle one and knocked once, before walking right in.
It was an office of sorts, though it appeared more welcoming than functional, surrounded by walls of shelves crammed with books, knickknacks, and trinkets. A tan leather sofa sat on the left edge of the area rug with a coffee table and two armchairs. A desk was cocked at an angle beyond them so whoever sat there could see the room and view through the large window, simultaneously. Tessa wondered if it belonged to their mysterious host, or perhaps Sir Louis, and why Felix felt comfortable enough to just waltz in unannounced, regardless.
Even from her limited line of sight, Tessa could see the room was empty, and her Master’s mild sigh of impatience only confirmed that.
“Down,” he instructed, directing her to kneel on the rug. When she knelt the way he preferred, his hand patted the top of her head. “Good girl. I’ll be right back, don’t move.”
The leash fell between her parted thighs before he stalked out of the office, closing the door behind him. Though it was muffled from the thick wood and well-insulated walls, Tessa heard him enter the room in the right wall of the alcove. Not even a minute passed before he returned to the alcove, accompanied by Louis’s familiar voice. A part of her wished she could make out what they were saying, while the other was quite relieved she couldn’t, considering eavesdropping had gotten her into her current mess to begin with.
It grew quiet, indicating they’d dropped their voices to mere whispers. It stayed that way for so long, Tessa actually started when the door opened. The instant she felt Sir Louis’s presence, her earlier dread rose up anew. It was like having to face Felix with a guilty conscience all over again, because he’d been the other victim to her crime.
Both men stopped just before her, their physical differences coming within her line of sight. Where Felix had dark hair covering his tanned legs, Louis had fair hair that was almost unnoticeable. He also had a very impressive tattoo of a gorgeous, dappled horse peering at her from around the side of his toned calf, its wild mane blowing in a perceived wind.
