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He gripped her hips and pushed her downward indicating that she was to kneel in front of him. She folded herself gracefully into a kneeling position and winced when her still hot bottom touched her heels.
“I plan to make it clear, that I’ll have you how and when I want you. Any hole, any toy, any punishment I want. And you’re going to be my obedient little pet and take everything I have to give you. Isn’t that right, baby girl?” His hand drifted down her cheek, to her neck and shoulder.
Desire raced through her body, causing her to shudder. The fear that she had sometimes experienced with Damion in this type of scene wasn’t there. “Yes, Sir,” she said, taking a deep breath, trying to slow her racing pulse. The smile that lit his face was one of pure lust.
“Hold out your wrists,” he commanded as he reached for the towel covered pile again. When he produced a length of black rope, Darci offered him her hands.
His eyes never left hers as he grasped both of her arms in one hand and wrapped the doubled over rope around them at her wrists. He secured her tightly, tying a knot in the center. A long tail dangled between her hands. He used it to pull her upwards, indicating that he wanted her to stand. When she did, he snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He planted a kiss on her abdomen and said, “Go kneel on the bed facing the headboard.” His hand gently caressed her still warm ass as she stepped away to climb into position.
When she was kneeling to his satisfaction, he attached the long tail of rope to the headboard. There was enough slack for her to move around the bed if he wanted her to, but it was snug enough to remind her that she was at his mercy. She clenched her thighs together as the excitement curled through her. Suddenly, he was behind her on the mattress, and he cupped her breasts from behind and pressed a kiss to the back of her head. “You look perfect this way. Close your eyes and keep them that way as long as you can.”
She did as he asked and sucked in a deep breath. His hands left her body, and the mattress shifted beneath her as he moved off the bed. For a long moment, there was no noise, no movement, and then she felt the rush of air and heard a whoosh before she felt the thud of a flogger across her back. He hadn’t struck her hard, just enough to warm the skin. Seconds later he repeated the action, this time a little harder, the falls making a cracking noise against her skin.
A warm stinging sensation developed as the flogger fell away. This time, there was no break, and the flogger immediately fell against her again. She cried out as the bite of pain turned to pleasure. He built up a rhythm, snapping the flogger up and down her back until soon she was straining against the rope, squirming away from the bite of the whip, crying out with every blow. Heat radiated from her back when he finally stopped.
He was on the bed again gently running his hand down her spine. “You doing OK?” he asked as his hand trailed over her ass and slid between her thighs. She opened her eyes for a few seconds then nodded and groaned as one finger slid across her soaked and aching pussy. He slid the finger inside her, and she pressed against his hand as her eyes fell closed again, urging him to find her sweet spot. He chuckled and slowly withdrew his finger. She held back a growl of frustration. His hands danced up her sides and to her shoulders where he guided her arms above her head and had her turn to face the other direction.
He had her rest her bound wrists on the back of her head, her elbows out to the sides. She sucked in a breath as he pulled one nipple into his mouth. Gently biting and sucking, he drove her crazy with his teeth and tongue. Her head fell back, her arousal heightened. He took his time, his tongue dancing in lazy circles around the hard point. It was as if he were winding her up like a jack-in-the-box and any moment she was going to explode.
Then his mouth was gone, and she tried to steady her breathing, but there wasn’t time.” Keep your eyes closed,” he murmured. The sensation of his mouth was replaced with a sharp pinch as he attached a clamp to the nipple that had been in his mouth. He repeated the process with the other nipple, slowly sucking, biting, and licking until she was confident she would expire if he didn’t stop. When the second clamp bit down, she rose off the bed, the pinch taking her by surprise.
“Stay still, baby. You’re doing great,” he whispered in her ear. She whimpered when he stepped away. “Shhh. I’m right here, love.” His voice was soothing, and she let herself relax as much as the clamps and rope would allow. “I think you’ve earned an orgasm,” he said, and she could hear a smile in his voice. He was back on the bed again where he shifted her so that she was lying on her back with her arms up over her head. As he brushed against her, she realized his chest was bare. He must have removed his shirt. A groan gurgled out of her when he plunged two fingers inside her without warning.
“You can come whenever you want,” he told her. It didn’t take long. Her nipples tightened further under the pressure of the clamps as pleasure built in her core. Soon, her toes were curling, and an orgasm was ripping through her. She jerked against the ropes and cried out.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice husky with desire. As her orgasm subsided, he withdrew his fingers and placed them in her mouth. She greedily licked her juices from his hand. After a moment, his fingers were gone and something sliced the air with a swishing noise and a second later, what she guessed was a riding crop landed on her thigh. Another stinging blow followed immediately after the first. This time, it landed on her clit, and she writhed against her restraints as a guttural noise escaped her throat. He chuckled wickedly and struck her twice more between the thighs hard enough to cause a mild sting.
He landed a third strike in the same spot, but this time, he left the tip of the crop pressed against her clit. “Think I can make you come with this?” he asked. She shook her head violently, and he laughed. “I do love a challenge.” Suddenly, the crop was fluttering over her clit in a slight flicking motion.
“OK, maybe I was wrong,” she croaked out as she approached orgasm.
“Of course you were,” he said as he continued the pleasurable flickering of the crop. “Now come for me.” She cried out as the orgasm took her. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured. And then, he brought the crop down hard on her pussy.
“Fuck,” she cried.
“Soon,” he promised.
The crop landed beside her on the bed and he heard something rattle but couldn’t identify the noise and she was doing her best to keep her eyes closed. A moment later, he was straddling her. “Let’s get these clamps off, baby.”
She whimpered. Taking them off was always the worst part. To her relief, he wasn’t mean about it. The pain was still intense, and she jerked beneath him as the blood rushed back to her nipples. And then she screamed. The noise she couldn’t identify earlier had been ice clinking together in a glass, and now he held a piece against each of her sore nipples.
“Takeitawaytakeitaway,” she cried, her words jumbled together. The bed shook with his laughter.
“I just wanted to make you feel better,” he said as he circled her breasts with the ice. Cold water trailed down her sides, and she shivered. The ice left her skin a moment later. He leaned to the side, and she heard it drop into a container. “If that didn’t make it better, I bet I know something that will,” he teased. He shifted off of her and spread her legs so he could lie between them.
His breath fluttered across her pussy and then the prickle of his five o’clock shadow scratched her as he pressed a kiss there. And then he was licking, sucking, devouring her, and she squirmed against him. He sucked her clit hard. A third orgasm didn’t seem possible, and yet there it was, bubbling beneath the surface, and it wouldn’t be long before he pushed her over the edge. Moments later, his skillful tongue did just that. She wanted to fist her hands into his hair as the pleasure flowed through her, but the bindings on her wrists kept her from it.
Sliding up her body, he kissed her deeply and she stared up at him.
“Hi,” he said gazing at her.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“I need to be inside you now.” He stood and unbuttoned his pants, she watched hungrily as he lowered them and his boxers and stepped out of them. A thin sheen of sweat already coated his chest as he climbed onto the bed and straddled her. Positioning himself at her opening, he pressed forward, the tip of his erection sliding into her. Her pussy was swollen from three orgasms, and he seemed even bigger than normal as he drove himself inside her. “This will be hard and fast, baby.” His voice was strained.
He wasn’t kidding, he pounded into her quickly, bracing against the bed with his forearms. She pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. The fourth orgasm caught her off guard, tearing through her right as Bradley growled out his own release.
Darci’s body was limp when he released her wrists. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand as she laid in a puddle on the bed. Was it only nine? It seemed so much later. She sighed. He was really fucking good at this. The fear that was there at the beginning of their scene was gone. She felt nothing but joy.
