33. In the Realm of the Senses
Chapter thirty-three
In the Realm of the Senses
Monique
I pressed my back further against the bondage wheel, not sure what would come next, just eager for Lei—his touch, his tongue, his cock.
Anticipation coursed through every nerve.
At his command, the women glided towards me, their movements synchronized and hypnotic, almost like sensual dancers in a well-rehearsed ballet about sex and pleasure.
The first woman got to my right. Desire swam in her eyes. She gazed at my skin and began to caress my wrist.
O-kay.
I blinked.
“No.” Lei moved his view to her and frowned. “Moni is not a part of the harem. This is more. . .”
She widened her eyes, stopped the caressing and her touch went light like a feather. Slowly, she raised my hand towards the strap above my head, securing it with a deft yet gentle motion.
Once done, she placed three feet between us and bowed.
The second woman mirrored the first’s actions on my other side. Her hands were equally feather light as she lifted my other hand to its binding.
Okay. What does he have planned?
Several feet away, Lei watched intently, his eyes never leaving my body. That gaze burned with an intense passion, a flickering flame of hunger.
The music embodied that desire. The violins played with smoldering intensity, their notes sliding and intertwining, like lovers in a dance of ecstasy. The harp swept in with deep, sultry tones, adding a sense of urgency and power.
The flutes whispered and moaned.
It was so all-consuming that my arousal began to drip along my thighs. I could smell my perfumed need in the air.
Surely, Lei did too.
A loud groan left his chest and rose over the music.
Fuck me, Lei. Please.
The last woman kneeled on the floor and went to my feet.
Breathless, I looked down at her.
Her eyes were fixed on my dripping sex, and there was no sense of disgust on her face, just hunger and excitement.
Had Lei not been here and my hands were still restrained, I bet she would have touched my pussy, tasted and teased, lapped all of the wetness away, and played with my swollen clit.
As if hearing me, she licked her lips.
Lei spoke. “Absolutely not.”
She snapped her view to my feet.
“Her pussy looks tasty and tempting, I know. But that’s all mine.” Finally Lei undressed. First, he removed that designer blue top, revealing his chiseled contours and sculpted planes.
Mmmhmm.
The fabric fell to the floor.
Soft light bathed his chest, accentuating the curves and shadows of his muscles.
Finishing up her duty, the woman on the floor, carefully positioned my legs, securing each ankle with a strap.
Once done, she stepped back with the others.
Okay. What’s next?
There I was on the wheel, wet, needy, and exposed.
Lei’s eyes roamed down my body, lingering along my pussy. His gaze on me was so intense I could feel it, touching my skin and stoking the embers of desire that surged within me.
I bit my lip. “Come here.”
A devilish grin spread across his face. “Why?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Groaning, he placed his hands to his pants. “I can see how wet you are from here.”
“Then, come lick it away.”
The line of his jaw twitched as if he took that as a challenge.
Slowly, his hands unbuttoned those pants.
So slow, it was both tantalizing and torturous.
When he finally pulled his pants off along with those blue boxer briefs, the women released a collective gasp and I damn near exploded.
Fuck.
The pants and briefs fell to the floor.
He stepped out of them.
I gazed at those powerful thighs and then planted my view on his big, long cock as it sat on those cushioned balls and began to rise. A thick vein snaked along the length, pulsing.
My mouth watered, and my insides melted.
Right when I thought he was coming to me, he went over to the tray of toys and picked up the long blue ostrich feather.
I parted my lips.
Then, he went to the next tray and grabbed an open bottle of champagne.
Twisting the feather in his hand, he prowled towards me. His raised cock bobbed against his sculpted abs with every step he took, hard and straining, begging for attention.
What is he going to do with that feather?
Entranced, my gaze followed the feather’s movement.
It was captivating how the light played off the fine, silky strands.
With one turn, the feather shifted to shades of deep turquoise.
With another turn, it was sapphire.
Lei got closer to me and twisted the feather again, transforming the wispy strands to the deepest tones of indigo.
My breath hitched as he stopped barely two inches away.
And it was odd, but with all of his clothes off. . .he smelled differently.
Was it the true scent of his skin?
Or was it the fragrance of his arousal?
I inhaled, breathing in this deep, earthy musk. It reminded me of the forest after a rainstorm, underpinned by a subtle hint of sandalwood.
My heart fluttered.
Then, lingering just beneath these more robust scents was a touch of spice.
Was it cinnamon or clove?
I didn’t know, I just yearned to taste him.
Lei raised the champagne bottle above me.
A mischievous tone coated his voice. “Open your mouth.”
I tilted my head back and parted my lips slightly.
As he tipped the bottle, the liquid gold of the champagne cascaded into my mouth and wet my lips.
Mmmm.
I swallowed and groaned.
The liquid was a symphony of flavors. Each sweet bubble carried its own note—ripe fruits, oak, and honey harvested at the peak of summer.
Never had I tasted something so good.
This champagne wasn’t just a drink; it was a love story about aged elegance, a tale spun from grapes bathed in sunlit vineyards.
Lei took a long swig of the champagne too and then gave me a little more.
Sooooo gooood.
I gulped it down as he poured.
Some of the champagne missed its mark, spilling onto my chin, neck, and chest. Cool liquid trailed down my breasts, leaving a tingling chill along my nipples.
Goosebumps prickled across my skin.
Lei gazed at my wet breasts and set the bottle down. “I made a mess.”
“You did.”
His eyes followed the bubbly liquid as it traced a glistening path down my body. “I’ll have to clean it up.”
So horny, I whispered. “With your tongue.”
He lifted his view to me. “What other way would I clean it?”
A dark chuckle left me. “Exactly.”
On my right breast, a gleaming drop hung from my nipples, threatening to fall onto the carpet.
The cellist took control of the orchestra’s melody while all the other instruments slowed and lowered. The deep, resonant sounds of the cello were tender and soothing.
Lei leaned forward and licked the drop away.
My body hummed with lust.
He raised his head and shifted his licking to cleaning up all the drops of champagne from my chin and neck.
His tongue was warm and soft.
A gasp escaped my lips.
Next, he traveled downwards. His tongue slipped a wet path down to each breast.
Desire vibrated through me. “Oh.”
His mouth met my breasts, capturing all lingering droplets.
Groaning, he looked at me and licked his lips. “I thought the champagne was good from the bottle, but on your skin, it’s delicious.”
“Then, that’s the only way you should drink it from now on.”
His gaze heated. “My thoughts exactly.”
Most of the orchestra rested as the flute took over. His notes were playful and whimsical, dancing through the air.
Lei watched me. “I have a lot of fun with you.”
The taste of the champagne, sweet and expensive, lingered on my tongue. I felt giddy and reborn. “I have fun with you too.”
Lei twisted that feather in his hand. “With you, everything feels. . .genuine. Real. Perfect.”
“And with you. . .” I shivered. “It feels like. . .a dream, one that I never want to wake up from.”
He curled his lips into a smile and placed the feather between us. “Then, let’s not wake up. Maybe. . .we just stay right here for the rest of our lives.”
The flute in the distance finished its solo and was joined by a gentle lull from the violins.
“I always wanted the type of love that brought the world to its knees.” Ever so slightly, Lei angled the feather so it was pointed straight at my waiting body. “Will I find that with you?”
My heart hammered in my chest.
The air between us crackled.
“I think I will, Moni. Surely. . .just the thought of not having you to myself. . .it brings me to my knees.” He slipped the tip of the feather along my stomach.
Mmmm.
More goosebumps spread across my skin.
The violins erupted into a burst of energy.
Lei’s gaze never left mine as he guided the feather up to my breasts. “How many times do you want to cum today?”
“As many as. . .humanly possible.”
The feather’s wispy strands danced across my nipples.
Teasing and tantalizing.
Tickling and caressing.
I moaned.
The sensation was so exquisite.
So hauntingly sensual.
Slowly he trailed the feather down to my pussy.
I gasped and arched my back in response.
Before I could speak, he had the feather on my pussy, sliding it gently against my folds, tickling and teasing my clit.
“Oh my God!”
It was pure torture but I didn’t want him to stop.
I ground my hips, yearning for more.
Lei gazed down at my wet sex. “Look at what you’re doing to my poor feather.”
Shivering, I put my view on it.
Groaning, Lei slipped the feather up and down my pussy. “You’re making it all wet.”
He was right.
As the strand slipped along my folds, the feather began to surrender to my wet embrace. Droplets merged, saturating the plumage. Each strand, once stiff and proud, started to cling to its neighbors, losing its individuality in the wetness.
The vibrant color of the transforming blue feather, so vivid and alive in the dry air, now deepened, becoming richer and more intense under the veil of my wetness.
A small whimper escaped my lips.
Grunting again, he moved it up and down between my folds, causing me to squirm under its feathery touch.
I trembled.
He lifted his view and held my gaze as he continued the exquisite torture, the blue feather disappearing and re-appearing from my dripping folds like a mesmerizing magic trick.
Each pass of the feather awakened more nerve endings, each stroke building on the one before, escalating my desire to unbearable heights.
Lust laced his voice. “How does it feel?”
“Perfect.”
Lei took the feather away.
My body involuntarily bucked up against the restraints in protest. “Okay. Now, fuck me.”
I looked down at his cock.
Already, precum beaded at the tip. It was clear that feather situation didn’t just tease me, it had him on the edge of insanity too.
Seeing him in all his masculine glory, my sex throbbed with renewed urgency.
I whispered, “P-please.”
The orchestra paused. Bows remained in mid-air. Flutes left lips, and the harp pulled away from the musician’s heaving breasts.
I tensed from the shock of the sudden silence and scanned the space.
The women were further away but they were now a lusty tangle of limbs. Their curves pressed against each other in an intimate and provocative embrace.
Slowly, they ran their hands over each other’s bodies, caressing and exploring.
Yet, their gazes remained locked on us, watching our every movement.
Lei grabbed my attention. “Hmmm.”
He dropped the feather.
It fell to the carpet.
“You want to fuck?” He stepped back and gazed upon my dripping sex. “But, are you ready?”
I scowled. “I see why you strapped up my hands.”
“Why?”
“Because you didn’t want me to slap the shit out of you.” I frowned. “Am I ready? Lei, I am about to explode. If I don’t get any dick from you soon, I may need to go to the hospital. I have blue balls.”
“Women can’t have blue balls.”
“These last days have proven that statement wrong.” I bit my lip. “Come fuck me.”
A dark groan left him.
I quirked my brows and teased, “Are you scared to be inside of this pussy?”
He snapped his view to me. “Yes.”
“Wait. What?” I widened my eyes. “But, why?”
“I know what your pussy will do to me.” He placed his view back on it. “I doubt I’ll be inside long enough to blow your mind before exploding within you.”
I bit my lip.
“As wet as it is right now and the way you always look so sexy, even the sound of your moans,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “Once I’m inside, it might be a few seconds.”
“I don’t care.”
He closed the small distance between us. “But I do.”
“It’s your first time, Lei. I’m not expecting you to dick me down.”
He smirked. “But, you at least have to cum twice before I make a fool of myself.”
And then fast, he did something that shocked the utter shit out of me, he turned the wheel.
There I was, strapped to it, unable to do anything as gravity shifted and my view was literally turned on its head.
“Ah!” My view went upside down. “What the fuck?”
Blood rushed to my face, flushing my cheeks.
I had a different view of his cock and balls.
His spacious bedroom transformed to a surreal landscape. Its elegance distorted by my inverted perspective.
From my vantage point, his massive bed hung from the ceiling like a magnificent chandelier. Its rich, blue covering cascading upwards in a gravity-defying dance.
The orchestra encircling the bed now appeared in this upside-down world.
Further away, the three women now basically stood on a carpeted ceiling.
Physically, the sudden shift was disorienting.
It was as if my inner compass, which had always pointed up , was now confused, struggling to find its bearing in this flipped world.
Yet, there was an odd exhilaration too—a thrill in seeing the world from such a unique perspective.
Dare I say. . .it was enlightening.
Not only had Lei changed my view of the space but something within me shifted also.
But right as I was about to ask Lei what he was going to do, he buried his face between my thighs and lapped at my wet pussy, groaning the whole time.
Oh shit!
Never had I been ate out, upside down.
The orchestra returned to playing.
The violins embodied passion. Bows glided feverishly across the strings, each throbbing note igniting more sparks within my core.
“Oh my God!”
Being suspended this way only heightened the intensity. I could feel every flick and swirl of his tongue against my throbbing wet flesh, as I dangled upside down.
“Oh!” I could barely contain my moans. “Oh!”
His tongue was hot and velvety against my throbbing clit. Sparks of pleasure raced through my body.
My entire body was a vessel for the pleasure he was giving me.
Groaning, he pulled back. “Why do you always taste so good?”
I shivered.
Without waiting for an answer, he gripped my hips and began fucking me with his tongue, dipping and diving it into my pussy.
“L-lei.”
Every gasp, every sigh, every whimper was an offering to him.
“Oh!” My body coiled into a knot ready to snap.
A dark growl left him, and he kept on licking, sucking, and dipping his tongue in my pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck!” My mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and anticipation.
The hot pleasure spiked as he focused his attention on my clit.
It was all too much.
My whole body tensed and spasmed in pleasure repeatedly.
Holy shit!
My body was arched and trembling, the muscles in my stomach and legs tight from the intensity.
“Oooohhh!”
And then my orgasm crashed into me, quaking through every fucking cell.
“Lei!” I cried out in pure ecstasy, and the instruments reached a feverish crescendo with me.
“Oh! Oh!”
The violins matched my moan’s rhythm.
Lei kept on lapping and then sucking, driving me crazy.
Every nerve burst on fire.
“Oh my God!” My vision blurred.
I closed my eyes and colors danced behind my lids.
Somehow, I climaxed again or maybe the orgasm had never ended, but I opened my mouth in a silent scream.
Nothing came out as I trembled in blissful ecstasy.
Yet, Lei did not stop, and I didn’t have the voice to tell him.
It was mind-numbing, so much—the pleasure, the disorientation, the ecstasy, the music, the champagne on my tongue, the after lingers of the feather, the elegance of the space.
It was so fucking much.
And his tongue. . .
Ohhh myy Goddd. . .
My body quaked and went limp.
Thank God the straps had been tight around my ankles.
The orchestra stopped playing.
“Hmmm.” Lei pulled away from my pussy with a satisfied sigh.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and blinked them.
It took time to regain the odd upside-down view.
Lei looked down at me and that gaze was dark and filled with lust.
There was something else there too.
Something warm and tender.
He licked his lips. “Did you cum?”
I couldn’t even speak yet. I just blinked, hoping he understood that he had upended my entire world.
“Mmmm.” Inch by inch, he took his time turning the wheel.
I panted.
With each gradual movement, my world slowly, almost painstakingly, began to realign itself.
Oh my God. That was everything.
From my position on the wheel, I had grown accustomed to the rush of blood to my head and the unique disorientation that came from seeing everything upside down.
The space from that perspective was a curious blend of exhilaration and confusion, a challenge to my senses that left me both thrilled and slightly overwhelmed.
Now the bedroom rotated in my vision—a slow and steady whirl that transformed the ceiling into walls and then into the floor.
This shift was disorienting, yet fascinating.
Then, there was a moment of dizziness, a brief dance of vertigo that made my stomach flutter.
Little by little, I approached the upright position, the blood flow to my head eased.
Once fully upright, I let out a deep sigh as this new feeling hit me. It was like I was emerging from water where the world was once muffled and distorted, but now above the surface, it was all clear and sharp.
From this new, yet familiar, perspective, I could appreciate the space in a new way. The chandeliers shone more brilliantly, the paintings on the walls were more defined, and the orchestra and women seemed more alive, more vibrant.
I let out another sigh.
Lei stepped in front of me, reached up, and one by one released the restraints.
The whole time, his lips brushed against mine in a slow, lingering kiss that left me breathless. “Did you cum?”
After blinking a few times, I could now lower my hands. “Y-yes.”
He curved his lips into a smile. “Was it intense?”
“God, yes.” I rubbed my wrists.
He lowered and unstrapped my ankles.
I stepped away from the wheel and wobbled a little.
Lei gathered me in his muscular arms.
I trembled in his hold.
“I’ve got you.” He lifted me with ease, cradled me gently against his chest, hooked his arms under my legs, and scooped me up. The strength in his arms was evident, yet there was a tenderness in his touch that made me feel cherished and safe.
I could feel the steady beat of his heart as I nestled my head into the crook of his neck. The trembling in my body began to subside and the residual adrenaline from the wheel and orgasm slowly ebbed.
Lei kept us by the wheel and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “How do you feel?”
“Good, but. . .” I slowly looked up at him. “Let’s play a game.”
He smirked. “And what game is that?”
Shivering, I whispered. “Moni says.”
A wicked chuckle left him. “And am I to do everything you say?”
“You are.”
“Mmmm.” He slipped his gaze down to my breasts. “Go ahead.”
“Get rid of everyone. The women. The orchestra. I just want it to be us.”
His gaze darkened with hot lust as he nodded at the women. “Release the Sky Whisperers and you three are done as well.”
They hurried to the orchestra although one frowned as if pissed to not see it all.
There, I watched each blindfolded orchestra member carefully place their instruments beside their chairs. Their movements were practiced and precise despite their lack of sight.
Then, the musicians reached out to each other. Their hands found those of their neighbors.
Wow. The East is really something else.
I watched, mesmerized, as they formed human chains, each musician’s hand clasping another’s in lines of two.
The three women guided the chain of blindfolded musicians away and all of them slowly exited the room.
Once they left, I turned back to Lei and was shocked that he had been watching me the whole time.
He grinned. “Now what does Moni say?”
“Let’s go to the bed.”
He groaned and carried us away.