A/N: This is all new to me, so concrit is wholeheartedly appreciated. Thanks.
I wake in darkness. I stretch slowly, languidly. My thoughts drift in a lazy haze, caught between sleep and wakefulness. I feel a large warm hand run up the inside of my thigh and shift to accommodate it, realising as I move that my hands are bound above my head. I jolt fully into consciousness and realise that the darkness, too, is due to binding.
"Ah, so you're awake now, little one." His voice is low and deep; rich dark wine that warms me as I drink it in. I draw breath to respond but before I even part my lips I feel a strong, rough finger rest gently on my mouth. I'm already aroused. I'm not sure whether He has been caressing me as I slept or whether merely the sound of His voice and a few light touches are sufficient to enflame me.
"Don't speak. Not a sound." The finger caresses my lower lip, and then is replaced by velvety lips and course stubble as He kisses me. Deep kisses that reach inside me and claim me as His own. When He draws back, He leaves me panting and breathless.
His hands return to my body, roaming at will up and down in slow, firm movements. The feel of his finely calloused skin is familiar to me, and wherever it passes it ignites my skin with an electric tingle, an after burn. I shiver slightly in anticipation, as one of His hands nears my right breast. I roll my shoulder backwards slightly, my breast yearning upwards towards His touch. He chuckles quietly, enjoying my eagerness, enjoying making me wait for His pleasure.
"Not so fast, little one." I almost object, but remember His enjoinder to silence. I'm floating in a warm aura of arousal and the sleepy contentment of a pleasant waking, and it is not hard to let the words slide away and fade from my memory. His hands cup my bosom briefly, as though in reward, and then slide to my ribs and He runs his nails down my sides in a slow, exquisite trail. Over my hips and down my outer thighs to my knee, where nails are replaced by lips as He slowly, so slowly, works His way back up to where He began.
Lips close over one perky nipple, kissing, licking, sucking, biting. While His mouth is closed over the left nipple, firing alternate bursts of pleasure and tiny flickers of pain throughout my nervous system, His other hand continues to traverse my body. Fingertips lightly brushing my stomach, causing me to gasp and contract my abdominal muscles. Now moving up to knead my other breast and tweak my other nipple in a quick, sudden pinch. Now sliding up my neck and lingering on my lip while I pepper His fingertips with small kisses.
Cold air and a sense of absence as He moves His mouth off my left nipple. I feel a harsh scratch as His chin brushes across my cleavage to encompass the right in the warm haven of His mouth. He doesn't linger here for long; a few moments of sweet suction from His lips and gentle laving from His tongue before He gives the nub a parting nip with His teeth. His mouth wanders to the under-curve of the swell of my breast. Strong suction, deepening into a bite.
He lets me dwell a moment on the pulsing pain before His hand slides back down my body and, dear God, brushes over my pubic mound and parts my labia. My juices coat His finger as He ghosts over my sex, then abandons it again as His teeth finish their work on my breast. A soothing tongue returns pleasure to the red and swollen area where He has marked me. Is it wrong to feel a rush of pleasure at the thought of His mark hidden on me where no-one else can see?
His hand moves barely an inch and He grasps a tiny portion of the skin on my buttocks and twists and once more the combined sensations of pleasure and pain send a fiery current through me, heightening my arousal. Finally the pinch is released and His tongue moves in lazy swirls, mingled with intermittent kisses and nips and sucks, down my chest and stomach. Strong hands grasp my inner thighs and force my legs apart and a wet, hot tongue loops leisurely around my clit.
His grip tightens slightly and His strong fingers press into my thighs. His tongue explores my sex, mapping out His terrain in silken swirls and long lavacious laps. Heat is coiling in my groin, radiating outward from a small, tight ball of white-hot sparks in its centre.
His tongue enters my pussy; not questing but demanding and determined. It is harder now not to make a sound, and a small whimper escapes me. His hands clench, digging painfully into my thighs and the wondrous warm and wet is withdrawn. He growls, a deep rumble from his chest and pain explodes in my thigh; in the soft, tender join under the pubic bone as He bites down hard. It takes a harsh, jagged jolt of willpower to contain the scream welling up from inside me. A warm, salty liquid fills my mouth and seeps down my throat; I've bitten my lip instead. One hand moves swiftly and squeezes my nipple, twisting and sending pain shooting through my side.
"Not a sound." He repeats, His voice a low, angry hiss. I nod my head and feel the blindfold damp against my face from my tears of pain. He waits, one hand still digging sharply into my thigh and the other sending a painful admonishment through my breast. He watches me with a heavy stare that I can feel even if I cannot see, until I've quietened. He makes no other sound Himself; no murmur to reassure, no further rebuke, no hissed warning of further punishment to come. I know His rules, and He will not warn me again. I swallow the last tang of blood and wait for His decision. Pleasure or pain, they are His to command, and mine to receive as He wills it.
