Page 7 of Cryptic Dreams
I reach for the riding crop—a tool the male seems to favor—then stop next to him and turn my gaze to the female. “Lift your eyes, whore.” My words are clipped, my demand direct, and when the female obeys without further instruction, I crack the male over the arse three times in rapid succession.
Every muscle in his body tenses, his cock twitches, and the tail on the anal plug jerks around the leather strap that connects the cock ring with the rest of the harness. I can actually see him bite back a moan out of the corner of my eye but my stare doesn’t stray from the female. Her breathing becomes more uneven, her pupils dilating, her pulse racing under the delicate flesh of her neck as I flail her partner again.
Perfect little subs indeed.
I swat his arse directly over the anal plug, the crop catching and pulling in the horsehair tail, his fingernails biting into the wood, and when I see a bead of precum glisten at the tip of his painfully hard dick, I feel one of my own dampen the front of my Italian slacks.
I move to the end of the table, the male’s face level with my crotch, my eyes still fixed on the female. I run the tip of the crop along his side then around and under so it’s between his thighs. My free hand moves to my fly, dying to rub and squeeze my cock, to provide a little relief, yet I wait. I pop the button, unzip, and when my erection springs free, the female's breath hitches.
They said I was their first vampire, and clearly that was not a lie.
“Your approval is most unbecoming, whore,” I grit through clenched teeth. “Unnecessary and unbecoming, your enjoyment is even less.”
She takes a deep breath and attempts to slow her heart rate, and while I can appreciate her effort to adopt a more unfazed appearance, it is in vain. Her enjoyment is obvious, not only in the steady and loud beating of her heart but also in the way the scent of her arousal grows, how it becomes thick in the air and when my eyes flick to her position, I can see it sliding down her thighs.
Smashing.
Without warning, I lightly smack the male’s balls with the crop before dragging it up the length of his erection and swatting the tip several times before I drop my tool to the table underneath him. He’s biting his lip so hard he may draw blood, a feeble attempt to keep the sounds of his pleasure at bay, but it means now is the time for me to act because if he does pierce his flesh, there is no telling how my own body will react. Not when I’m so thoroughly pleased with these two.
So I watch the female intently as my left hand lands in the back of the male’s harness, giving it a hard pull that makes him gasp, and the second his mouth pops open, I poise my dick at his lips and squeeze the base while I paint the lower one with my precum.
I almost moan as his tongue snakes out and barely touches the sensitive head of my cock. He doesn’t do more than that though—he knows better.
“Do you wish this was you, whore?” I trace his mouth over and over, and watch the female as she watches me. “Wish you were the one about to choke on your master’s length?” I use my dick to spread the male’s saliva on his lips, his chin, and his cheeks. “You may speak.”
She inhales sharply and quickly replies, “Yes, master.”
My smirk must be devious but it can’t be helped. “Covet what you are not given and you will be punished.”
Another hard yank on the harness has the male’s jaw dropping and the second it does, I shove my cock in his mouth forcefully then hiss when the head hits the back of his throat.
“Watch,” I grunt. Not that I have to say it, I don’t think the female could look anywhere else if she tried. “Watch what you have been deprived of, what you long for but are not allowed.”
Both hands grip the harness tight as I begin fucking the male’s mouth without restraint. My hips thrust brutally, matching the hard pulls of the strap perfectly. The male gags almost every time I pump my cock between his lips but it doesn’t stop him from sucking eagerly, doesn’t keep his tongue from working the underside of my shaft or his cheeks from hollowing out. His spit runs down his chin and almost froths around my dick as my fingers curl over the leather and tug harder, his anal plug sinking deeper from the way the thong strap rides up his arse.
I can smell his precum leaking in an almost constant stream, can practically hear his balls draw up tight with his impending release, and when I fear we are both on the edge of ending this long before I’ve had my fun, I pull out abruptly and wrap my hand around the base of my shaft, using it to smack then trace his lips once again.
“I think I shall fuck you now, slut,” I growl down at the male who is still unable to hear me while he refrains from leaning out toward my dick, his female inhaling sharply over my words, and for some reason it makes me check the time.
Late afternoon.
The sun will be setting soon and when it does, I need to be done with them, all three of us satisfied, finished, and on our merry way.
So I turn to the female and grin like the devil so many believe me to be. “I will not be fuckingyou, whore.” Her eyes dart to my face then to my dick before I shove it back down the male’s throat. “No, I will be fucking yourpartner. He should be able to accept me now and even if he can’t, he will do so anyway.” More of her wetness slides down her thighs as her light brown eyes watch me push my dick further into her fiancé’s mouth again. “But since you have pleased your master, I will allow you to come. I willallowyour partner to fuck your cunt while you are strapped to my table, your legs spread wide, your position elevated just enough so that you may see what I’m going to do. I will grant you the privilege of watching me fuck the male’s tight, virginal arse.” I thrust down his throat again. “You will both be bound to my table, your partner fucking you while I fuck him, and when I am moments away from achieving my own release, I will pull out and reposition myself so that I can fuck your dirty mouth and explode down your throat.” Another brutal snap of my hips. “And your partner will be granted the gift of watching me do it.”
The only indication of agreement that she gives me is a quick lick of her lips and within minutes, I’m making good on those promises and then some.
* * *
I stareup at my ceiling, the intricate pattern in the molding, and trace the filigree with my eyes. My hand comes up behind my head as I cross my legs at the ankle, an almost hollow sigh leaving my lips.
Melancholy, I believe is the way to describe my current state.
I have no reason to feel this way, no right after such a glorious day.
I got off during a rather fulfilling session in my torture chamber, and I thoroughly enjoyed my two eager participants. I even stuck around to make sure they left the nest without issue, and provided them with what they needed for aftercare even though I did not—as usual—participate in the act.
My playthings are a means to an end and nothing more. I do not form attachments with anyone, let alone my subs, and while I generally make it a rule to make sure they achieve release in return for their submission, my thoughtfulness typically does not go beyond that.
