Michael slowed his thrusting, and then stopped. I lay there, boneless, a quivering lump of flesh. I knew he wasn't nearly done with me. He'd barely started. So much more to come.
He gently pulled the dildo out of me, and stroked his hand over my hair. He continued down my back and over my ass. I gasped slightly as he touched my reddened, over sensitized flesh, and he smiled down at me. I gazed into his eyes, and impossibly, felt something stir within me again.
He scooped me up in his arms, and carried me to the bed. So softly, he laid me down on my back. He took one hand and raised it over my head, and strapped it into a cuff. He took the other, and did the same. He stroked his hands over my breasts, squeezing them together for a minute, and I squirmed when his rough thumbs teased my nipples. Sensation curled through my body once again, like a sleeping cat just now roused, but not yet fully wakened.
He gave my breasts a final squeeze, and then skimmed his hands down my hips and over my thighs. He slid them between my thighs and pressed them open. I opened to him with a small moan. He spread me wide, so wide, at the very edge between pleasure and pain.
He stood up, his body naked and hard, cock jutting out obscenely, and looked at me. He did not smile. His eyes filled with a dark light, something I couldn't name. It reminded me of a line from a book I'd once read, about a fallen angel. An angel didn't stop being an angel simply because he'd sinned. Their wings were not clipped so easily. There was hunger there, and pride. Love and lust and possession. And above all, power. I shivered to see it.
I felt vulnerable, and I knew this was what he intended. I was spread open. Helpless. I was trapped, and the only thing I had to truly keep me safe was the knowledge of his love for me, and his control. For some unfathomable reason, I felt powerful. I knew that this magnificent lust we shared was for me. From me. I wanted everything he could give me. I wanted to give him everything I was.
He started by running his nails over the soft skin of my inner thighs. Even that small touch evoked a response. He slowly reached upwards, and ran just his middle finger over my wet, throbbing pussy. It was shaved, as he liked it, except for a small thatch of red curls towards the top. He played with my lips, dipping a finger here and running a nail there, but always avoiding my sensitive clit. He knew he was tormenting me. My control broke a bit, and my hips writhed. My back arched and my eyes closed, another moan escaping from my mouth. I would have done anything he wanted at that moment, if I could just feel his mouth sucking my clit. Or his fingers rubbing. Or, God, anything, please....
The wicked smile again, and he brought his finger, wet with my juices, up to my lips. He coated my lips with the wetness from his finger. "Shhhh" he said. "No talking. No noises. Or I'll stop. I'll stop and leave you here unless you control yourself."
I closed my eyes briefly, and shuddered. I nodded silently. He would, I knew. Leave me here, for hours, aching and unfulfilled. He leaned over and licked my lips, and I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. His tongue thrust into me as his cock would do later, and I welcomed it. He kissed me thoroughly, expertly, until I was panting for breath.
He smiled and took a narrow paddle out from beside the bed. My eyes widened, and I felt the first stirrings of fear. "Pretty little slut" he chuckled, "I'll make you scream yet." He ran his hands over its polished wooden surface, and reached over and pinched my nipple, hard. My body stiffened immediately, and I stifled a gasp. Then I felt the first light crack of the paddle against my breasts. The slap echoed loudly in the silent bedroom, and pleasure burst through me from my breasts down. He paddled them again and again, increasing the force. The continuous slapping sound shocked me, aroused me. I writhed, biting my lip to keep from crying out. The tiniest squeal escaped, despite my best intentions.
He moved down to my pussy then, and I knew I would be punished for that small sound. He slapped my pussy with that hard, shiny plank, each blow a little stronger than the last. My pleasure soared higher with every slap. My hips started pumping uncontrollably, as much as they could while spread so, thrusting upwards to meet the paddle. I soared closer and closer to ecstasy. So close. So.... fucking.... close....
He stopped. He stopped one blow short of my orgasm. He looked at me again, and my eyes begged him, pleaded with him, to grant me release. It took everything I had not to cry, not to scream and beg and promise him anything.... anything.... if he would just finish it.
He laughed at me. Dark, wicked laughter, playing with my pain, drinking it in. He stood there for several minutes as my throbbing body slowly calmed. I glared at him defiantly, and he laughed again. I felt .... desperate, but resolved, resolved to resist begging, resist pleading with him for just one more blow. It had taken him months to get me to this point, months of time and care, and he was enjoying his achievement. His pride in me shown in his eyes, and it touched me somewhere deep within.
He straddled my ribs, and poured lube on my breasts. He spread it with his hands, carefully avoiding my nipples. I think he knew if he gave just one of them the smallest pinch, I'd spill over the edge. And he wasn't done with me yet.
He pressed my breasts together, still avoiding my hard puckered nipples, and he tittie-fucked me. I watched him, as his cock slid between my compressed tits, wet tip coming so tantalizingly close to my lips. What I wouldn't give for just a taste...
I saw his pleasure building, and I writhed. As his hips pumped, I felt it. I felt his body, readying itself. Fast and faster he moved, his hot, hard cock encircled by my soft flesh pressed between his hands. I panted as it came, the indescribable sensation that ripped through his body. He came, and it shot through both of us like a scalding wash of pleasure, lighting up parts of us that had always remained in the dark. I felt his cum shoot onto my neck and the lower part of my face, and I wanted it. I opened my mouth and tasted, my tongue greedily seeking more.
Finally, his pumping slowed, and I watched a bead of sweat run down his chest. I shuddered and looked up at him, hope warring with despair. Please, please don't be done I thought in my head. Not a word left my lips. But, I was terrified.
He slid his body off of me, and stretched out on his side, and smiled down at me. He knew what I wanted. I lay there, covered in sweat and cum and tears, my skin pink in patches from the exertion, where it wasn't red from his discipline. He just looked at me. His hand reached over and a finger dipped in the cum pooled in the hollow of my throat. He spread it on my lips, as my tongue eagerly licked it off. He did it again, and finally I got a proper taste. It was better than candy, than chocolate, than cheesecake, better than anything I'd ever tasted. Patiently, he fed me his load, one finger full at a time, and my eyes closed as I sucked. So.... delicious. So... incredibly .... fucking.... good.
When he was done, I looked up at him in expectation. I felt... open... open to him in a way I'd never been open to anyone. All my walls, all my defenses, were down. "I'm so proud of you, my Jenna" he whispered. My heart filled with love for him. He'd been so good to me. I loved his complexity, his sex, his intelligence, his willingness to teach me. I loved the fact that he treasured me so. He'd told me I made him feel like a man. All man. He made me feel all woman, and more, that that was a wonderful, incredible thing to be. What a gift he was.
His smile turned wicked, and he tweaked my nipple. My body jumped involuntarily, and he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. I tried to glare at him, but my heart wasn't in it. I lay naked, bound to the bed, exposed, and all I could do was shake my head and laugh.
"Hmmm... are you still horny, little one?" he teased.
I nodded my head, the remnants of my smile still pulling at my lips.
"You may speak" he added, as an afterthought.
His leash taken off of my tongue, I whimpered, "Yes, baby, God, yes, please, please, please... I need it. Please let me cum baby. I'll be good, I promise. I'll do what you say, but please, please let me cum."
"Such a slutty little girl" he said, and shook his head in mock disapproval. Then he relented, "You've really been very very good, baby. So, I think I'll give you a little reward. But, remember, we're not done. Not even close" he said, echoing my thoughts of earlier.
He got out a dildo. It was 9" or so, deep pink, and already lubed. Not that I needed it. My pussy was so wet there was a pool of my juices on the sheet beneath me. He turned the vibration on, and smiled again as the sound caused my body to tighten involuntarily. He ran it up the inside of my thigh, and I shivered. He ran it over my pussy, avoiding my clit, and I gushed, my lips aching and my hole spasming.
He moved it against me, coming closer and closer to my clit. I was moaning rhythmically. The only thing I had in my head at that moment was "closer, closer, God, closer, yes, there... please..." Finally, he relented, and pressed the vibrating cock against my clit. I jumped and squealed. It took a moment for my body to adjust to the direct stimulation, so achingly denied until now. I felt the pleasure whip through me, like another crack of his paddle. No gentle building of joy, but a sharp, concentrated bolt of sensation through me. God, it was so intense. So unbelievably intense. He held the dildo against my clit as I came, and as I spilled over the edge, he pressed harder. As my pussy spasmed and my body shook, he thrust his middle finger into me, so slick and hot and tight. God, so tight. Then another. And finally three. It sent me even higher, and he whispered "Cum for me, lover, cum hard". I came again and again. I came screaming, begging, crying... spiraling into oblivion as pleasure more intense than any I'd felt wracked my body...
I woke up to his face smiling above me. I smiled back sleepily, as his hand ran over my hair softly. I don't know how long I'd been out. He'd undone the cuffs, and his body was curled around mine. He kissed my face so softly, over and over, and I felt his cock harden against me. Unbelievably, pleasure snaked its way through me again. I snuggled into him and looked up into his eyes, marveling at my incredible good fortune at finding him. I knew there was even more waiting for us, in our next hours or days together. We laughed together in unrelieved joy that this time... however much or little was left... was ours. Much more to come. I was so in love with him....
