Xanir lifted his head, and pulled Alanna upright again, her bodice falling to her waist, knees still held wide around his thighs. He admired the tousled blonde hair, escaping around her shoulders, tendrils framing her flushed cheeks with the delicate, slanted bones disappearing under the blindfold. But her heaving breasts drew his gaze back and his mouth watered, cock throbbing as his eyes stroked over the proud peaks. He would have her painted like this, a stray thought passed, as he stepped back, narrowing his eyes, following the curves of her waist down to the folds of golden silk. Wanton, aroused, slightly bewildered; a beautiful white lily in his rich bed. His eyes dropped lower, to where her thighs were spread wide under the shimmer of cloth. Even through the silk, and muffled by the scent of the kora whispering from the bowl by the bed, he could smell the first slight musk of her arousal, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. A responsive wife; a blessing from the gods. Then, drawn, his eyes lifted back to her breasts. His cock throbbed.
Alanna whimpered slightly – he had lifted away, and paused, and the maelstrom of feelings were slowly cooling, awakening her to awareness of sitting exposed before her new lord on the bed. She felt strangely lopsided. He had paid much more attention to one breast than the other, and the one breast was aching fit to burst, swollen, her nipple throbbing fiercely as it poked its hard tip towards the man in front of her. The other breast was also aching, but the throb was of neglect, echoing through the plump mound as it yearned to feel as fiercely as its twin. Alanna could barely think beyond the coupled, opposing aches in her breasts, although she was dimly aware of how wanton she must look, spread legged and half naked, with her wet nipples poking forward. She knew that he was looking, standing over her, appreciating his view, but she ached too much to care. She lifted one hand, without thinking, and moved it to soothe that throbbing, neglected breast.
Her wrist was grasped and he laughed, huskily. "No", he admonished her, one of her few words of his language, and she writhed to hear it, shame blushing her cheeks as she realised she had been about to fondle herself in front of him.
And he wouldn't allow it.
He leaned forward and she was pulled to her feet, guided firmly but gently to the post at the corner of the bed, then both wrists were pulled up above her head and swiftly tied to some kind of fixture with a soft cloth.
Her blush deepened as she was left there, gown about the waist, while he stepped back and walked around her, murmuring appreciative words she didn't know the meaning of, but did understand. His fingers or lips occasionally tweaked her nipples, so that she moaned, aroused, and a little frightened of this man's power over her. The dampness between her legs had spread so far that she could feel it sliding onto her thighs, and she surreptitiously pressed her legs together to ease the ache, rubbing sinuously. Another husky laugh, and he stepped away to return a second later. A soft, oily dampness slipped suddenly over her neglected nipple and she gasped, arching towards the sensation, rubbing against the item he was teasing over her flesh. He ran it around and around, in tantalizing slow curls, then teased her jaws open with his fingers. The slippery piece of pungent fruit left her nipple and was placed in her mouth. Obediently she chewed, then swallowed abruptly, half choking, as his smooth lips enclosed the aching peak of her breast. It seemed to swell to double in size, treble almost, as he suckled gently, then harder. Sharp little cries escaped Alanna, and she rubbed herself sensuously against the pole behind her, pushing into his mouth in time to his rhythm.
Another piece of fruit was traced around the other nipple as he sucked and played, lapping at the first. She begged him to put it in her mouth so he could then lick the juice off her aching peak, and heard another husky laugh as instead he dropped his hand to push down her gown slightly, and tease the segment into her belly button to swirl in slow, tortuous circles.
"Please, please, please", Alanna could hear a husky little voice begging, before the piece was placed on her tongue and she had to chew. It slipped down her throat on another sharp inhalation as his tongue thrust suddenly into her navel, fingers plucking simultaneously at her hard nipples. She moaned. He lifted his head, and started to suckle on her breasts, altenating between the two, and she writhed as she tried to stop him teasing, to force one or both of her nipples into his mouth. He drew back as the sensation began to fire deeper within her, and then leaned down again to swirl his tongue around and dip into her belly button. She cried out and arched her back, lifting her hips and belly toward him, and he retreated again, leaving her gasping, pleading. Abruptly his lips were back at her breast, suckling, then lifting to allow his teeth to graze her nipple, taunting one then the other, while a finger teased along the edge of the fabric resting on her hips. He was driving her crazy, playing with her until she thought she would burst with the pulsing, pulling sensations shuddering through her.
Then he stopped, and stepped back. Alanna leaned against the post, writhing, panting, and a second short word in his language flashed across her heated brain, "Please!" Another grunted laugh, and he responded, "No". He chuckled again as she moaned, tugging at the bonds above her head. She knew she was only here for his pleasure, but did he have to keep stopping? Did he get some torturous delight from denying her full satisfaction, tightening the ache in her belly gradually, softly, oh so slowly, causing meltdown in the waiting?
"Please, pleease", she tried again, and was rewarded by a feather kiss on each nipple, leading her to cry out and arch her back, reaching for the sensation.
