Chapter 6 #2
"Anxious and too damn aware." The lightness in her voice brought a smile to my face. She was doing her best to stay in the moment and I appreciated that.
"Good, I need you aware of me and everything around you, but more importantly I need you to be aware of how your body feels."
I gently placed my hand at her hip and she jerked away from my touch before she relaxed.
I added my other hand, hooked my fingers into the side of her thong, and slowly dragged it down her body.
I lowered in front of her and, fuck, the first thing that hit me was the scent of her arousal.
I inhaled deeply and fought the urge to cover her pussy with my mouth and make her cum so many times she was delirious.
Instead, I wrapped my hand around her ankles one by one and lifted her feet to free the lacy material.
When I extended to my full height again, I stepped back and shoved it into my pocket. I stood quietly, admiring her beauty. After a few minutes she got anxious and swung her head left to right even though she couldn't see a damn thing.
"The blindfold is intentional. When you can't see, your other senses are heightened.
You'll feel everything more intensely. Sounds, scents, textures.
The most important reason I blindfolded you is to prevent you from anticipating what's happening around you and what comes next.
You'll have to trust me. Rely on me and that means surrendering control, which is the foundation of what happens here. Submission."
Her fingers curled into her palms.
"'Do you understand?"
"Yes…" She paused and inhaled a breath. "Yes, Sir."
I moved close again and stepped behind her, lowering my hands to her waist before moving them down her thighs to her calves, then her feet, helping her out of her heels. I lifted again and guided her to our first station, a padded bench positioned in the center of the room.
I covered her hands with mine and guided them to the black cushioned lining and stepped back. "This is a spanking bench. The padding is for comfort and support. I would like to start here when you're ready. I'll give you a minute to get acquainted with it."
"I'm ready now, Sir."
I nodded.
"I'm going to position you now." I nudged her forward with my chest at her back until she was at the edge. "Up."
I placed a hand on her thigh and she flattened hers to assist while I lifted her onto the bench.
Once her knees were pressed into the padding on the sides, spreading her open, I moved my hands over the backs of her thighs down to her calves.
"I need to secure your wrists and ankles.
The cuffs are padded. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, use your colors. "
"Yes, Sir." I could tell she was nervous from the uncertainty in her voice but she allowed me to keep going. I carefully secured her in place, making sure the cuffs were snug but not tight enough to restrict circulation.
"You good?"
Instinctively, she tugged at the restraints and inhaled, releasing it slowly. "I'm good, Sir."
I started by moving my hands lightly over her skin, getting her acclimated to my touch and establishing a connection. This was meant to ground her and create a baseline for how she should measure what would follow. The subtle arch of her back brought a smile to my face. She was already responsive.
"This is your introduction so I will start by exposing you to different sensations. Some will be intense and others subtle."
I increased the pressure as my palm moved up her spine and gripped the back of her neck. "I want you to focus on each one but don't overthink. Just enjoy the experience."
A table close by held the things I needed. I selected a suede flogger, which I let her feel first. It fell softly over her arms, up her shoulders, and down her spine so she could get used to the texture.
"Did you familiarize yourself with bondage equipment?"
"Yes, Sir, some of it."
I moved the soft leather over the curve of her ass. "Can you tell me what I'm using?"
"Flogger…" Her voice was softer.
"Are you nervous?"
"No, Sir."
"I'll start slow and work you into this."
My first contact was feather-light. She shifted as much as the restraints and position on the bench would allow until I increased the intensity.
I watched her reaction carefully, taking in the shift in her breathing and the way her fingers curled and flexed.
She pulled at the restraints each time the flogger landed, stinging her skin.
My focus was on the back of her thighs but at an angle where the ends reached her pussy.
When I increased the intensity, she groaned and rocked against the padded covering.
"Color."
"Green, Sir."
I kept going and established a steady rhythm that built gradually. The contact would create a warming effect and increase blood flow to her skin, which would heighten her sensitivity. Each time the leather made contact with one spot, I moved to another area to avoid her becoming sore.
Between lashes I touched her and massaged her skin to remind her of our connection. I glided my palm over her hips and ass, allowing the tips of my fingers to get dangerously close to her pussy, and each time I did, she moaned and pushed back into my touch.
"You requested no penetration for your introduction.
Would you like to amend that?" I slipped my hand between her thighs and moved the tips of my fingers down the length of her pussy.
I pushed against her opening then pressed my thumb along her clit.
The soft moan she released had my dick swelling more.
"I…no…no penetration please, Sir."
"Very well." I removed my hand and she rocked back, searching for the contact. "I'll continue."
I landed a few more lashes with the flogger, this time with more intensity. "Color."
"Green, Sir."
I walked to the table and returned the flogger, electing to use my hands this time.
I started at her shoulders, massaging away some of the tension then moving down her back, digging my fingers in, pressing hard before I glided my palms over her ass down her thighs then back up.
I firmly gripped her cheeks, spreading them, and she gasped.
"Do you know how many ways I can make you cum without penetrating you?"
"No, Sir." The words rushed out on a breathy exhale and I smirked.
"Would you like for me to introduce you to some? It would be my pleasure to have that pretty pussy of yours leaking."
"I…I don't know."
"You don't know or you don't want to say?"
My fingers pressed deeper into her skin and I spread her cheeks more before I lowered my head and let my tongue glide firmly from her ass to her clit.
"Do you want me to make the decision for you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
I let go and gave myself some space, mostly because I was seconds from saying fuck her request. I wanted my dick in her. I watched her body responding to just the awareness of me. Her arms and legs were trembling and her skin was flushed. My Angel was needy and perfect.
After I grounded myself, I moved close again but still didn't touch her. She squirmed after a few minutes and her hips kept shifting while she gently tugged at the restrains.
I smiled arrogantly, bent over her body from the side, and let my lips graze her shoulder while the tip of my finger moved up the inside of her thigh. She exhaled slowly then held her breath when I stopped so damn close to where she wanted my hands.
"Color?"
"Green, Sir." Her voice was breathless again.
I trailed both hands down her back, pressing into the muscles along her spine as I moved around the back of the bench then grabbed a fistful of her ass. I squeezed hard enough that my fingers dug in firmly, which made her moan.
"You're needy..."
"Yes, Sir."
I chuckled. "So eager to give yourself to a stranger."
She tensed and I squeezed more. "You're allowed to want me. Don't be embarrassed because I damn sure want you. I want to fuck you hard and make you cum so many times you can't think straight and I think you are hoping that's exactly what I'll do."
I removed my hands and she shifted her hips, jerking back toward me.
"But I'm not going to let you cum right now. You have to earn it."
She groaned and tried to tighten her thighs around the bench.
I dropped down behind her and opened her thighs a little more, spreading her fully. Her glistening pussy was swollen and ready. I blew on it, and when she shivered, I extended my tongue and licked her slowly down the full length of her slick folds.
She moaned deep in her throat and pushed back again but I stood and reached for the flogger.
"One of the ways I can make you cum without penetration is with this. Count for me."
The first strike across her ass was light.
"One." The softness of her voice went right to my dick.
I issued nine more, making sure each strike created a different sensation. I fucking loved the way the leather snapped against her skin and the way she moaned her way through every number with her hips jerking was perfection.
By the time I returned the flogger to the table, she was panting, sweat glossed over her body, and her thighs quivered with tension.
I moved a finger along her slit and circled her entrance without pushing inside. She groaned in disapproval, because even if she wasn't ready to say it, she wanted me inside. We would get there, just not tonight.
"You're soaked. Do you want to cum?"
"Yes, Sir," she breathed and fuck if her tone wasn't the most confident that it had been since we started.
My finger just barely pressed her clit. "Why?"
She tensed.
Smart girl.
"Because it will feel good."
"You want me to make you feel good?"
"Yes, Sir."
I pinched her clit then dropped down behind her so I could kiss it. When she pushed back, I dragged my tongue along the full length of her and stood again.
"That's not good enough. Try again. Why do you want to cum?"
"Because I need to."
Better. But not enough.
I pulled away and waited, watching her squirm helplessly against the bench, searching for what she wanted me to give her.
"I'm going to make you cum but not until you ask me and I believe that's what the fuck you really want."
"Please, Sir. Please let me cum." Her voice was shaky and I loved that shit.
"That's not what I asked."
She moaned in frustration and I could see the tension locking in her muscles. She was right on the edge. Fucking beautiful. I moved close again and placed one hand on her hip with the other landing between her legs. My fingers rubbed over her pussy and circled her clit.
"What do you need to feel good?"
When she didn't respond I removed my hand and slapped her right cheek enough to make it sting.
"Oh fuck," she belted and tugged at her restraints.
"Tell me what you want. Ask me for it because it's not just the orgasm you want…"
…ask for me.
"I want to come, Sir. You make me feel good so I want you to make me cum."
That was what I needed. I rewarded her with my mouth. I buried my face between her thighs, licking her with long intentional strokes that started slow and gradually increased in speed. My hands gripped her hips to hold her down as she bucked against the bench.
She screamed when she came. Her body jerked violently while her legs trembled so hard I had to steady her to keep her from yanking too hard on the restraints.
I didn't stop until her moans faded into whimpers, her head dropped, her body went limp, and she was breathing hard.
I pressed a kiss to her lower back. "Good girl. I'm going to get you down. Don't move."
I reached up and unfastened the cuffs at her ankles then one wrist at a time. I carefully lifted her off the bench and into my arms, cradling her against my chest. Her head dropped onto my shoulder and her body was heavy because she let me have all her weight.
"Still with me?"
"Yes, Sir," she whispered and I placed a kiss to her forehead while I moved across the room to the leather sofa near the bed.
She was quiet in my arms but still trembling through what was left of her orgasm.
Her head rested on my shoulder and I kept my arm wrapped around her waist while the other held her wrists delicately between my fingers, massaging the area where the cuffs were secured against her skin.
After a few minutes of paying attention to both, I lifted and turned her arms enough to inspect the impressions left from the restraints.
They weren't deep or permanent but I still rubbed my thumbs over them soothingly for a few more minutes.
"You did good."
She didn't say anything but I felt an exhale of warm air against my neck that turned into a soft and steady rhythm like she was content.
I kissed her temple then moved my hand to her thighs, massaging them like I had her wrists.
"You feel okay here?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Anything sore?"
"No, everything feels good."
"Color?"
"Still green."
Good girl.
I moved my hand further up her thighs and let my fingers gently glide between them.
She tensed for a minute then opened them enough to give me more access.
I had to fight to keep from pushing inside her.
This wasn't about that. My goal was to bring her down, keep her relaxed, and let the moment settle, but fuck if I didn't want to see her cum again. The visual was so damn perfect.
Knowing I was testing my own willpower, I moved my hand back to her thighs, then up her sides to her arms. Her muscles were loose, body heavy as she leaned into me, and she was giving me complete control, trusting me to care for her. I usually moved through the aftercare process robotically.
It was never about me, just a necessary step I performed because it was a part of the process, but with Scotlyn I wanted to make sure she received the full experience.
I wanted to know I'd pushed her limits then rewarded her by providing my attention and care.
It had never been about a connection with me before, but tonight, with her…
"Is there anything you want to discuss?"
"No," she sighed.
I held her closer and let my hand move up and down her back. When her breaths deepened and her body sagged further into mine, I knew she was grounded again. I lifted us both, lay her on the bed, and draped a blanket over her body.
She snuggled into the pillow and I kissed her forehead before I dressed and left with my mind made up about two things. I wanted her no matter what the cost and I was going to have her regardless of how fucked I was going to be when this contract was complete.