Meeting of the Minds

He leans into her body, pressing his manhood against her thighs.

He hisses in her ear. “You have to ask for it little cock whore of mine.”

She shivers, his hot breath against her neck, the sounds of his words like a spark of flame spreading through her body igniting burning embers in her loins. Her breathless reply is but a whimper.

His fingers tweaked at each one of her taut pinkish nipples, tugging and twisting them between his forefinger and thumb. His left hand moved down her flat belly, over her mound, to her wet inviting slit.

Micheal stood inches from her, stroking his cock in his right hand, squeezing and pinching the head at the end of every stroke.

She could hear him pleasuring himself in front of her. This excited her greatly. More heat seared through her.

He rubbed his fat head against her moistness, twirling the mushroom around her clit in counter clockwise circles.

She sucks in a breath and almost purrs out.

“Cock Sir.”

Laughter is heard. A tug of her hair, pulling her head back, piercing stares into her bedroom blue eyes.

“You will have to do better than that.”

A hard slap is felt on the side of her thigh, burning red now.

“Cock Sir, I need your cock, please let me taste it. I need to have it in my mouth Sir.”

She surprised herself with the genuine whine. She wondered where this was coming from inside her.

He awakened a surreptitious passion in her.

For many years now she had fantasized about giving herself completely to a man.

She wondered if this man standing in front of her, stroking his sex, could he be the one?

Her daydreams stopped abruptly as she felt another smack against her ass cheek.

“Ouch! Hey! That hurt!” She glared at him.

He shut her up by pressing his mouth over hers, terminating her words. Broke the kiss to slap the side of her leg very hard, leaving a welt.

“Do not ever glare at me again,” a deep breath “ And do not ever show me defiance or attitude.”

A gentler tone. “Do you understand little one?”

A fingertip curls under her chin, lifting it closer to his face, his deep gaze pierces her. Glimpses of a smile, then a full mouth kiss, deep, forceful, intent on owning her.

His index finger and thumbs reach up to each brown pinkish nipple, rolling them around, as the kiss intensifies.

His broad hairy leg pressed between her legs, still bound and tied to the wall. He pinched her nipples hard, holding firmly onto them.

“I asked you a question!” Starting with a stern I, with emphasis on you, and then finishing in a softer tone.

Fearful looks up at him. “Yes Sir, I understand,” quivering voice in reply.

“Good girl.” He releases the grip on her taut nipples.

She breathes a sigh of relief, having with stood enough pain thus far.

Part Three: The Long Tease

The dungeon is cool this time of evening. The windows are opened to receive the inviting fragrance of jasmine which grows wild in bushes under the window boxes.

Just enough moonlight peers through the windows illuminating the shimmer of her body scantily clad in black lace garter belt and matching silk stockings.

Ariele lays blindfolded, spread eagle on the four poster bed, tied with silk scarves. Her breasts are bound with pretty purple silk rope, only enough to increase stimulation to them. Nipple clamps are applied and connected to a long light weight silver chain.

The chain is attached to a leash, which is held in Micheals tight grasp as he sits in the burgundy leather with his left leg crossed over his right knee. He is considering the list of things he plans on doing to her tonight.

Sensual teases with a long tipped red feather, massage with raspberry kiss kama sutra oil, probing her tight sweet asshole with anal beads, teasing her endlessly with a clit stimulator.

He wonders if she remembers the agreement they made years ago about making their fantasies becoming realities.

Micheal gets up off the claw foot winged back chair and sits on the edge of the bed. He loosens the silk scarves that secure her ankles.

He reaches for a long red tipped feather. He chuckles under his breath as he begins to stroke the silk stockings covering her legs, from feet to mid thigh. Taking his time, curling the tip in every contour and curve of her leg.

He smiles as he watches her body respond to him accordingly to his plan. Goose bumps appear on Ariele flesh, the red tipped feather tickling her skin soothingly.

Even though her wrists are bound and she is unable to move her hands, she still feels like she can touch him, with a word, with a movement, with a sigh or a moan. She knows their bond is growing.

His fingers touch lightly against her thigh as he flicks the garter strap releasing the stocking in both front and back of each leg. Then he rolls the silk stocking slowly down each leg, making a trail of kisses that follow from her thigh all the way down to her toes.

He kisses the top of each toe, suckling each one for a moment. He tosses the stockings on the floor next to the bed, he may decide to use them later when tying her up in another position.

He picks up the bottle of love oil that he purchased at her favorite adult store Erotic Boutique. It’s has been soaking in hot water for an hour or so now. He then opens it, holds the bottle to her nose, so she recognizes the familiar scent of fresh picked raspberries.

He pours the warm oil in the palm of his hand, rubbing them together before placing them both on her left foot. One at a time with a strong but tender touch, he massages her feet.

Ariele moaned out in pure pleasure. “Oh” and then, “ Oh, god that feels so good.” She purred the word good.

She thinks she died and went to heaven. His strong manly hands alleviating any tension she had about him with each tender massage to her feet. He can feel his warm hands permeating her smooth skin, over both her ankles and up the back of her athletic calves.

Deep resonating male tones. “You like this when I touch you My Pet?

“Oh Yes Sir, I do, very much so.” She replies to him sincerely.

Micheal continues to work his way past her ankles, finding the tender spots on each calf, then using both hand with each thigh, lifting her legs in his strong grasp and kneading her firm flesh.

She moans out softly as his hands continue to work their magic on her muscles.

He holds her feet to his face, and sucks her greater left toe into his mouth, nursing on it like it was a nipple feeding him sweet breast milk.

He methodically nurses and suckles on each one of her toes. The sweet taste of the kama sutra oil on his tongue. He licks his way up to the inside of her thigh.

His breath hot on her shaved mound, talking to her as if her hot cunt was her mouth.

“Now my sweet peach, you are going to moan and beg for me, yes My Cherished Pet?” His voice so smooth, so sexy, hearing those words made her instantly hot.

“Yes Sir,” pleading cries, “Sir, I need your hot mouth on my wanting cunt so badly, please I beg you to taste me Sir.” The words need and beg prominently expressed.

Instead of kissing her sweet cunt he pinched each nipple, knowing the blood supply to her sensitive dime size nipples is being cut off from the silk roping. He knew by her reaction that it was pleasurable. She whimpers.

He tugs on the leash that is attached to her nipple clamps. He moves to the other side of the captains bed and sits next to her. Picking up and holding above her hot dripping candle.

She feels something fall upon her clamped nipple. It was warm and soothing.

“More please Sir,” a whine more than a whimper this time.

He drizzles more drops onto both nipples. Leaving a red wax droplet trail from one pinkish tan erect nipple to the other. A few droplets on her peach size areolas.

The smell of black cherry wafts in the room mixing with the raspberry kiss scent. The scent of him, the scent of her perfume, mingling of the fresh fruit scents was erotically intoxicating for them both.

“You are such a good little candle slut, you will be rewarded for your obedience My Pet.”

His hand reaches down and fingers her slit, moist and ready for any intrusion. Two fingers thrusting in and out of her inviting cunt forcefully.

She moans out loud into the cool night air, the power of her breath swaying the candles, causing the flickers to dance.

He hisses at her. “You have to ask for it little cock whore!”

“Oh God, more, please give me cock Sir, I need your cock Sir.”

He laughs at her. “You will have to learn to do much better than that my sweet treat.”

He puts the candle away, and blows it out. He dips his fingers in the glass of ice water and retrieves an ice cube. He sets it on a nipple, holding it there for moments, and then moving to the next nipple. Alternating every two to three minutes. Her nipples become numb with in 5 minutes. Then he removes the nipples clamps.

He lowers his hot mouth onto a rigid cold nipple, and bites down on it, hard, then suckles it hungrily, receiving a nourishing drink. The heat of his mouth melts the cold numbness away leaving throbbing overly sensitive nipples.

She screams out in pleasure from the suckling, her let down reflex flowing in, her toes curling. She can feel the milk rushing into his desirous mouth.

He drinks his treat, his cock throbbing from the erotic nature of his thirst. He must stay in control though. He has to prove to her that she is His. He raises his head and looks at her thoughtfully.

“My Cock is what you crave, right my little cum slut?”

She replies with excited tones, hoping that soon she will get what her mind, body and soul crave most, his super thick man meat. Her mouth begins to drool.

“Oh yes Sir, your cock is what my mouth wants more than anything.”

He straddles her chest, pushing the bound tits together, sliding his rock hard cock in between the gateway to her ravenous mouth. His hands lace through her hair, grasping a handful of it.

“Suck it you little cock whore!”

His demanding tones shock her. He tugs on her hair roughly. Just a minute ago he was being so tender with his touches and gestures, and now his darker side is coming out. Should she fear him again?

Her mouth opens wide to take in the fat mushroom head, not much more than his head will fit in any woman’s mouth. He thinks to himself it is the curse of having a large dick.

Micheal pushes his large cock head deep into her mouth, approaching the opening of her throat. He can feel her tight throat muscles clamping down on his girth, as he pushes past her gag reflex. He lets her throat get used to his thickness by stopping and then moving forward. His hands caress her silky locks.

“That’s a good little cock sucker baby, keep going, keep taking my rock hard rod into your mouth.”

He knows that he needs to pull out soon or she will pass out from lack of oxygen.

He pulls out quickly, and watches as she takes in a huge breath of air. He removes her blindfold and wipes the tears from her eyes.