olivia snapped out of her reverie as her other cheek suddenly began stinging. her eyes watering, she opened them to see Him standing in front of her bathed in candlelight, His brown eyes steely and harsh. "Where did you go, pet?" He asked rhetorically, she was certain no answer would suffice.
olivia's only response was to blush hotly and worry her bottom lip, tears of pain mixing with tears of sadness at disappointing Him.
Immediately Graham's eyes softened, His voice became soothing, He wiped away the tears that drew a line over her soft features. Still cradling her face he stepped close to embrace her, kissed each tear-filled eye and gently ran His fingers through her blonde tresses. "Shhhh," He whispered. "No tears are needed, you are wonderful."
His fingers traced through her hair, gently working deeper until His fingernails broke through to brush her skin. she nuzzled up into Him as best she could, softly pushing her scalp into the space under His chin. With each lengthening stroke along her back olivia felt her body relax more, she loved this, the closeness she felt to this Man, her friend, her Sir.
Again the gentleness changed as Graham dug fingernails into the sensitive flesh along her spine, the other hand that had been simply holding her close pulled her hair and thus drew her head slowly away from Him. For a second olivia wondered if He would ever cease this delicious tease and then, as His fingernails slid over her ass and nestled between her legs, she stopped caring and finally, completely surrendered to the moment.
olivia arched her back and spread her legs as best she could to allow Sir better access to her tingling wetness. she heard Graham's breathing change a little as His fingers teased at her silken folds. He gently spread her and started to kiss His way down the length of her form.
she tried to watch Sir work His way over her body, but her eyes were blurred with passion. olivia felt His tongue trace short lines over her flat stomach and His teeth delicately nip at her soft skin. As He finally rested on His knees, fingers still spreading her soft lips allowing the cool basement air to caress her throbbing clit, He stopped again.
Graham looked up into her soft, lust-filled eyes. "When did you start shaving, pet?"
she really wanted to answer the question, but her voice left her, she mouthed words, but no sound escaped her lips.
With a shrug, Sir drove two fingers into her wetness. olivia's voice returned with a vengeance as she shrieked in pleasure and her knees gave way, causing the chain that bound her wrists to the ceiling to snap taut.
He wrapped His other arm around her waist and began to work His fingers inside of her. olivia's body became lost in the passion, her mind stopped and she became His. Time became irrelevant as His fingers fucked her, massaging her walls and drawing her ever closer to orgasm.
olivia's hips began to buck as her body clenched at His fingers, sweat glistened on her body and tears of pleasure filled her eyes. "Oh God," she grunted as her body teetered at the edge.
Again her voice acted like a switch, passion-giving Graham disappeared and Graham Sir withdrew two sticky wet fingers from her. He stood and his brown eyes flashed.
olivia's eyes widened with a hint of fear in response to His sudden change. Sir simply stood before her, coldly appraising His pet as He waited for her to find balance and stand again.
she focused and forced her quivering legs to push herself up, sighing softly as the stress of her own weight was lifted from her shoulders.
"pet, I am no God." Graham stated flatly.
olivia blinked and found the mischief in His eyes. He was hiding it, but she knew Him well enough to spot it. she nodded, "yes, Sir. You are amazing, though."
Graham smiled and kissed her soft lips. His tongue slid effortlessly into her mouth and danced with hers.
Still reeling with passion, olivia curled her toes and let her arousal take hold once more. she knew she would moan or pant and again He would switch, but she no longer cared.
They kissed for what seemed like hours, Graham holding her close, she feeling the chains that freed her, restraining her. Finally, He broke the kiss, hugged her tight and lifted her wrists from the hook overhead.
olivia blinked, "Sir?" she whined hoping for another flash of shock. He ignored her plea and began to remove the bindings.
Once the four cuffs were removed, Graham inspected her reddened wrists, and softly asked, "You ok, Liv?"
Blinking like a deer in the headlights, she could only nod.
Smirking, he looked at her and teased, "Feeling better?"
She growled and punched her best friend. "No. But I think you need to be spanked, brat."
Graham's mocking laughter filled the room, "Well, it does take a good swat or two to get me under control."
