Forbidden Fires

CHAPTER 12 A Forbidden BDSM Love Story

Lily sat on the plush couch, her legs crossed nervously. The office was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on Sylas's desk. His eyes were locked on her, intense and unblinking, as if he could see right through her. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, but she couldn't look away.

"Lily," Sylas began, his voice low and smooth, like velvet, "you seem distracted today."

She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "I-I'm sorry, Sylas. I just... I have a lot on my mind."

He leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the desk. "Anything you want to talk about?"

Lily bit her lip, her mind racing. How could she tell him? How could she explain the fantasies that had been consuming her thoughts day and night? The dreams of being dominated, controlled, loved in ways she had never experienced before.

"It's nothing," she finally said, unable to meet his gaze. "Just... same old marital issues."

Sylas's eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Marital issues, huh? Nothing more specific?"

Lily shook her head, her cheeks flushing. "No, just... the usual stuff. . I had watched “50 Shades of Grey” countless times, longing to feel even a fraction of what Ana Steele had felt. But my husband... he is content with vanilla sex, if we even have it at all these days."

"The usual stuff," Sylas repeated, leaning back in his chair. "You know, Lily, there is something between us," he says seductionaly to her.

She nodded, still not looking at him. "I know."

Sylas studied her for a moment, then stood up, walking around the desk until he was standing directly in front of her. He crouched down, bringing himself to eye level with her, his eyes searching hers. "Look at me, Lily."

She did, her breath catching in her throat. There was something in his eyes, something dark and primal, that made her stomach flutter with desire.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lily's mouth went dry. She wanted... She wanted everything. She wanted to be tied up, spanked, pleasured until she couldn't think straight. She wanted to be taken, used, completely and utterly dominated. But how could she say that to him? How could she admit to wanting such things to her counselor, the man who was supposed to be helping her?

"I... I want you to fuck me," she stammered, looking away again

"What do you want, Lily?" he asked again, his voice husky, seductive.

She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. "I want... I want you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Sylas's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "Very good."

Lily's breath came faster, her body trembling with anticipation. She wanted him to touch her, to kiss her, to make her forget everything except the feeling of his hands on her skin.

"Please," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "Take me."

Sylas's eyes darkened, his restraint slipping. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "Are you sure, Lily? Once we start, there's no going back."

She nodded, her heart thundering in her chest. "I'm sure."

"Take it off," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

She hesitated for a moment, but the intensity of his gaze was too much. With a shaky exhale, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip from her shoulders, revealing a lacy bra that did little to hide her ample curves.

Sylas's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his cock twitching in response. He wanted her, needed her—and he was willing to do whatever it took to claim her.

"Good girl," he praised, reaching out to cup her breast through the fabric. "Now, let's see the rest."

She bit her lip, glancing around the room as if seeking an escape. But there was none—he had her trapped, just as he had planned.

With a deep breath, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples were already hard, standing at attention under his intense scrutiny.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushing over one taut peak. "Absolutely beautiful."

She gasped at the contact, her body arching into his touch. But before she could fully savor the sensation, he stepped back, his eyes flicking to the skirt she wore.

Sylas went right up Lily, captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, demanding entrance. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together.

Sylas broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice low and dominant.

Lily complied immediately, sinking to her knees in front of him, her heart pounding with excitement and fear. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading.

"Undo my belt," he ordered, his voice firm.

She obeyed, her hands trembling as she fumbled with the buckle. Once it was undone, she slowly lowered his zipper, her breath hitching as she saw the bulge in his pants.

"Take it out," he commanded, his voice gruff.

Lily swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the hardness beneath the fabric. She wrapped her hand around it, squeezing gently, and Sylas let out a low groan.

"That's it," he murmured, his hands tangling in her hair. "Now, take it in your mouth."

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. This was really happening. She was really doing this. With a deep breath, she opened her mouth and took him inside, her lips closing around the tip.

Sylas let out a shuddering breath, his grip tightening in her hair. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips thrusting forward. "Suck it, Lily. Show me how much you want it."

Lily obeyed, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked, her hands reaching up to cup his balls. Sylas's breath came faster, his hips moving rhythmically as he pressed deeper into her mouth.

"So good," he muttered, his voice strained. "So fucking good."

Lily's heart raced, her body thrumming with desire. She wanted more. She wanted him to take control, to show her what it meant to be truly dominated.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice muffled by his cock. "Please... Sir."

Sylas froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her. "Did you call me 'Sir'?" he asked, his voice dangerous.

Lily nodded, her eyes wide and pleading. "Yes... Sir."

A slow, predatory smile spread across Sylas's face. "Good girl," he murmured, his hands gripping her hair tighter. "Very good. Now, stay still."

He released her hair, stepping back and pulling his shirt over his head. Lily watched, her breath coming fast as she took in his muscular form, the tattoos that adorned his chest and arms. She wanted to touch him, to feel every inch of him, but she stayed where she was, waiting for his next command.

Sylas kicked off his shoes, then undid his pants，revealing his hardened length. He stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers.

"Get on the couch," he commanded, his voice firm.

Lily scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding as she climbed onto the couch. She lay back, spreading her legs wide, her eyes begging for him to take her.

Sylas climbed onto the couch joining her, straddling her and pinning her wrists above her head. He kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth as his free hand slid between her legs, fingers teasing her wet folds.

"So wet," he murmured against her lips. "Desperate for it, aren't you?"

Lily whimpered, her body arching towards him. "Yes... please... Sir."

Sylas chuckled darkly, his fingers sliding into her, stretching her open. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice rough.

Lily's breath hitched, her body trembling with need. "Please... Sir... fuck me... make me yours...”

Sylas gently took hold of Lily's face, his fingers tracing the contours of her cheeks before he pulled her closer. He placed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, tasting her eagerness and trepidation. "Good girl," he murmured against her mouth, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sent shivers down her spine. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black blindfold, the fabric cool against his fingertips.

"Trust me," Sylas whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he slipped the blindfold over her eyes. The sudden darkness enveloped her, heightening her other senses to an almost painful degree. She could feel every brush of his fingers, every caress of his lips, with newfound intensity.

He began at her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down to her collarbone, his teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive skin. Lily arched her back involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips. Sylas's hands roamed lower, skimming over the curve of her breasts and pausing to tease her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. He pinched and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from Lily.

"Please," she breathed, her body trembling with anticipation. "More."

Sylas chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill through her. "Patience, pet. We have time. I have no one after our session."

He continued his exploration, moving lower still, his fingers slipping under the hem of her skirt to caress her thighs. With deliberate slowness, he spread her legs wider, his touch igniting flames wherever it landed. He crouched down, his breath warm against her inner thigh as he nuzzled closer to her center.

Lily's heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing loudly in the silence of the room. She could hear nothing but her own ragged breathing and the soft rustle of Sylas's clothes as he moved. The scent of their mingled arousal filled the space between them, intoxicating and overwhelming.

Sylas's tongue flicked out, tasting the slick heat of her core, and Lily cried out, her hips bucking against his probing mouth. He lapped at her clit, circling it with deliberate precision, his tongue firm and unyielding. Lily' nails dug into the couch fabric as she struggled to maintain control.

"Sylas," she whimpered, her voice thick with need. "I can't... I need..."

"Shh," he soothed, his lips curving into a smile against her flesh. "Let go. Give yourself to me."

With that, he plunged two fingers inside her, curling them expertly to find that sweet spot within her. Lily's entire body convulsed at the sensation, her back arching off the couch as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as Sylas continued his relentless assault on her senses.

His free hand moved to her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh with firm pressure. Lily's nipples hardened further against his palm, the friction adding another layer of torment to her already heightened state. She could feel the orgasm building, cresting just beyond her reach, and she fought to keep it at bay, wanting this moment to last forever.

But Sylas had other plans. He increased the tempo of his fingers, pumping faster and harder, his tongue working in sync to drive her over the edge. Lily's vision exploded in a burst of white light, her body shuddering with release as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally came down from her high, panting and spent, Sylas crawled up her body, positioning himself between her legs. He kissed her deeply, her taste still fresh on his tongue, and Lily eagerly returned the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"Are you ready for more?" Sylas asked, his voice strained with desire.

Lily nodded wordlessly, her body still humming with residual pleasure. Sylas positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need as he slowly pushed inside her. Lily gasped at the fullness, her muscles clenching around him as he filled her completely.

They moved together in a slow, tender rhythm, each thrust sending jolts of electricity through Lily's body. Sylas held her gaze intently through the blindfold, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched her reactions.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough with emotion. "So beautiful, so eager."

Lily's cheeks flushed with heat, her body tightening around him as she felt another orgasm approaching. Sylas sensed it too, his pace quickening as he thrust harder, deeper, driving them both toward the brink.

"Cum for me, Lily," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Now."

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The next night, Sylas and Lily met up at Sylas’s place. The air in his bedroom was thick with anticipation, the scent of lavender and jasmine mingling with the faint aroma of leather from the new toys Sylas had laid out for Lily. He stood behind her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders as he guided her to the plush, velvet chaise lounge in the center of the room.

“Sit,” he commanded softly, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

Lily obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity of his focus making her skin tingle. As she settled onto the chaise, Sylas knelt beside her, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse. He slipped it off her arms, letting it pool at her waist, exposing the delicate lace of her bra. His eyes lingered on her bare skin, dark and hungry, before he reached for the first toy: a pair of silk scarves.

“These will keep you still,” he explained, his tone matter-of-fact but not unkind. “I need to ensure you won’t move when I tie you down. Do you trust me?”

Lily nodded, her breath hitching as she met his gaze. Sylas’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as he began to bind her wrists to the arms of the chaise. The silk was smooth against her skin, cool and comforting, yet the knowledge that she was now completely at his mercy sent a shiver down her spine.

Once her wrists were secure, Sylas moved to her ankles, wrapping the scarves around them and tying them to the legs of the chaise. Lily felt the pressure of the restraints, the slight tug as they held her firmly in place, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it filled her with a strange sense of liberation, of surrendering control to him completely.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand brushing gently against her cheek. “Now, let’s see how you handle this.”

He reached for the next toy, a sleek, black leather paddle with intricate silver studs. The sight of it made Lily’s breath catch in her throat; she had never used one before, but the idea of it excited her more than she cared to admit. Sylas noticed her reaction, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a whisper in the darkness.

Lily hesitated for a moment, her heart racing, before she nodded. Sylas’s hand tightened around the handle of the paddle, and he brought it down with precision, the leather connecting with her ass with a sharp, stinging sensation. Lily gasped, the sound echoing in the quiet room, but there was no pain—only a deep, throbbing heat that spread through her body.

He repeated the action, each smack of the paddle sending waves of pleasure and arousal coursing through her. Lily’s hips arched involuntarily, seeking more, but the restraints kept her firmly in place. Sylas watched her intently, his expression a mix of fascination and control, as if he were testing her limits, seeing just how much she could take.

After a few more strikes, he set the paddle aside and reached for the next toy: a feather-light flogger with long, silky strands. He trailed the tips of the flogger over her skin, starting at her shoulders and moving down her back, the sensation so light and ticklish that Lily couldn’t help but giggle. But as he continued, the flogger’s gentle strokes became firmer, more insistent, creating a rhythm that built tension in her muscles.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sylas breathed, his voice husky with desire.

Lily bit her lip, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Satisfied, Sylas moved the flogger lower, using its tendrils to trace patterns across her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin just above her knees. Each stroke elicited a soft moan from Lily, the combination of the flogger’s softness and the underlying tension driving her wild.

As the flogger worked its magic, Sylas’s hand dipped between her legs, his fingers finding her soaking wet. He slid two fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate motions. Lily cried out, the pleasure almost unbearable, her body trembling as she approached the edge.

“Sylas...” she panted, her voice pleading.

“Shh,” he hushed her, his voice soothing yet commanding. “Just relax, let go.”

With one final sweep of the flogger, he abandoned it on the floor and focused solely on her pussy, his fingers plunging in and out of her with increasing speed. Lily’s orgasm built quickly, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it burst free in a torrent of ecstasy. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

As her climax subsided, Sylas removed his fingers and wiped them clean on a nearby towel. He then leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice low and intimate.

Lily took a shaky breath, her entire body trembling. “Amazing,” she admitted, her voice filled with awe.

Sylas smiled, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Good. Because we’re not done yet.”

He reached for the final toy—a vibrator shaped like a large, phallic cock, complete with a remote control attached. Lily’s eyes widened as he showed it to her, the device larger than any she had ever seen. Sylas positioned it between her legs, pressing the tip against her slick entrance.

“Open wide for me,” he instructed, his tone firm.

Lily forced herself to relax, feeling the vibrator slide slowly inside her. It stretched her, filling her completely, and she moaned at the sensation. Sylas adjusted its position, ensuring it hit all the right spots, before he picked up the remote control.

“Ready?” he asked, a wicked glint in his eye.

Lily nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. Sylas pressed the button on the remote, and instantly, the vibrator came to life. Lily gasped, the sudden intensity overwhelming her senses. The vibrations pulsed through her, rhythmic and relentless, each thrum sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core.

“Oh God...” she whimpered, her body arching against the restraints.

Sylas watched her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice a low purr. “Let it take you.”

Lily’s world narrowed to the sensations flooding her body. The vibrator’s movements were almost hypnotic, its power too much to resist. She could feel another orgasm building, closer this time, her body trembling with need. But just as she was about to crest the wave, Sylas changed the setting on the remote, slowing the vibrator’s movements to a tantalizingly slow pace.

“No... please...” Lily begged, her voice desperate.

Sylas chuckled, a sound low and sinful. “Patience, my dear. We have all night.”

His words sent shivers down her spine, anticipation swirling in her gut. And without warning, he increased the speed again, thrusting the vibrator deeper, harder, faster. Lily screamed, her body convulsing as she was swept away by another powerful orgasm. Her vision blurred, stars dancing in her eyes as she rode the waves of pleasure, lost in the maelstrom of sensation.

When it finally ended, Lily lay panting, her body spent and trembling. Sylas untied her, his hands gentle as he freed her from the restraints. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she recovered, his touch both tender and possessive.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, his voice a whisper against her hair.

Lily nodded, unable to find the words. She had never felt anything like it, the sheer intensity of the experience leaving her breathless and wanting more.

“Good,” Sylas murmured, his lips grazing her temple. “Because there’s so much more to explore.”

His hand trailed down her spine, lingering at the small of her back, his touch sending fresh shivers through her body. Lily trembled in his embrace, her mind racing with possibilities, with the knowledge that this was only the beginning.