Chapter 8 #3
“Easy, sweetheart.” I tapped her fingers. “Don’t want you hurting yourself.”
She sighed.
“Open.” I dragged my finger through the sauce and painted her lips with it before pressing my finger in her mouth. “Suck.”
She closed her mouth around my finger and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked all the sauce off.
Next, I gathered a bite with steak and shrimp, making sure the sauce coated both pieces before I brought it to her lips.
She opened wide and I held the food just out of her reach while I snaked my other finger between her folds, seeking her entrance.
She was already soaking wet. Her pussy juices coated my fingers. I couldn’t wait to taste for myself.
She tried to bite down, but I bit her shoulder in warning. She relaxed back into me. I rewarded her with the food while pressing two fingers into her pussy.
“Ohh, god.” She gripped those thighs again. I continued feeding her while finger-fucking her pussy. Her face switched from agony to bliss as I touched and teased.
“Are you ready for dessert, Lucinda?” I grabbed the napkin and cleaned the juices off her lips, then placed the napkin over her lap.
“Oh, yes, Sir. Please,” she begged, clearly hoping dessert would bring her the release she desired. I hated to disappoint, but dessert was actually her favorite. Peanut butter and chocolate mousse.
If a sweet treat could bring someone to orgasm with one taste, it was my chef’s concoctions, part comfort, part aphrodisiac.
Once the dish was delivered, I lifted Lucinda and placed her on the chair I’d just exited.
Her head whipped around.
“I’m right here, Lucinda.” She gripped the chair but settled back. “Keep those legs open wide for me.”
She adjusted in her seat.
I retrieved a pillow from the bed and set it between her feet on the floor. I knelt next to her.
“When I tell you, you can remove the blindfold and enjoy your dessert.”
“Where are you going?” Her mouth hung open.
“I’ll be right here.”
I ducked under the table and pulled the chair in.
“Now, you finish all your mousse first, then I might let you come.”
“Sir?” Her chin jutted out but she gasped.
“Eat your dessert like a good girl.” She shifted and grunted as I placed two fingers inside of her.
I couldn’t see her, but I knew my Lucinda.
“And eat it like a lady.” I pinched her thigh. “One bite at a time.”
“How would you know?”
“I know everything, Lulu.” I pinched her other thighs. “Now eat, so we can move on to phase two.”
“What’s phase two?”
I pulled my fingers out and shoved them back in.
She moaned.
“How’s your dessert, Lucinda?” I continued in a steady rhythm in and out, purposely ignoring her clit. She tried not to rock against my hand, but she was so wound up, she probably didn’t notice it. I slapped her thighs and she stopped. “I asked you a question, Lucinda.”
“Oh, sorry.” She inhaled and exhaled. “It’s really good.”
“Great. Then finish it up.”
“Then you’ll let me come?”
“I might.”
She whispered under her breath.
I shoved my fingers in and twisted them around, brushing her clit lightly with my thumb.
“Sir, I need to come.”
“I know you do, sweetheart.” I chuckled. “Have you finished your food?”
“Almost.”
“Finish it all, Lucinda.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Every. Last. Drop.” I coupled each word with a pinch to her clit.
Her thighs trembled and she tapped her feet on the floor. I wondered if the little dance helped keep her orgasm at bay. With the way she squeezed my fingers, I thought not.
I heard the sound of metal scraping the bottom of the crystal cup and imagined her licking the spoon clean, and again my cock had something to say.
“All done.” She dropped the cup and spoon on the table. “Please let me come now.”
“I don’t know if that sounds like a question, more like a statement.”
“I’m sorry. Please will you allow me to come?” She panted and her feet continued the little dance.
“Okay, Lucinda.” Her pussy convulsed and gripped my fingers. “You can come.”
A millisecond later Lucinda’s toes curled, her hands gripped the side of the chair. She lifted her hips and rocked against me as she fell over the edge.
A longer growl turned into a high-pitched scream and ended with, “Thank you, Sir!”
Her pussy twitched. I pulled partway out and Lucinda grabbed my hands. But then remembered herself and let go.
“Oh, no. Sorry.”
Her hand went back to the table.
“Blindfold back on, Lucinda.” I trailed a hand down her calf. Goosebumps popped out all over her skin. I hit the lights, and the room went into sudden darkness.
“I’m so sorry, Sir,” she whispered.
I climbed out from beneath the table and stood. My knees cracked. I wasn’t as young as I used to be, but I wasn’t too old to keep up with my greedy sub.
“Is the scene over?” She tilted her head.
I caressed her lips, her smell on my fingers. “Oh, no, Lucinda. I’m not done with you, yet.”
She signed in relief.
“But, for your little greedy faux pas, we may need to exact a small punishment before we get to your favorite part.” I took her hand and brought it to my lips.
“Yes, Sir.” She pouted.
“Just stating a fact, darling.” I cleaned off her hands and face with a napkin and then help her stand. “It seems coming out of subspace and orgasms make you forget your manners.”
“Of course, Sir.”
“Pity.” I led her over to the cross and attached her wrists and ankles to the X then stepped back and admired my work while she tested the restraints.
My sweet Lucinda was perfectly framed to the world outside.
I walked around her, admiring her from all sides, marveling at how much she had changed and how much she’d stayed the same.
Her breath was a bit frantic as I adjusted her cuffs to the cross, but in the silence, she’d calmed down. Her breath steadied.
I ripped off my leather belt with a flourish and whipped it against the bed. The crack made Lucinda jump.
“Five for your little outburst.” I tapped her bare ass with the looped end. “You ready, Lucinda?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is your safeword?”
“Red, yellow and green,” she recited anxiously.
“God job.” Her shoulders lowered and she let out an exhale. My sub loved the praise. Would she love the pain as much?
The first kiss of the belt landed on her beautiful flesh.
“Owww.” She grunted and went up on her toes. I waited for her to settle back down before I let loose on number two.
Both were rewarded with a low groan, the latter followed by a “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, Lulu.” I unleashed the next two in quick succession. The belt landed on the meaty part of her ass. She cried out and struggled against the cuffs.
“Give me a color, Lucinda.”
“Green, sir.” She wasn’t in subspace, but close to it.
I walked around her and checked her restraints. No obvious discomfort. She periodically flexed and unflexed her fingers.
I ran my palm over the raised welts caused by my belt. I loved having my marks on her precious body.
“I was going to finish off our scene with some time with my flogger, but I almost don’t know if it’s worth it.”
“Sir.” The defiance in her voice didn’t go unnoticed.
“You are disappointed?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice softened. “I love being flogged. It’s my favorite.”
“I know.” I stepped up behind her and pressed myself into her. “Mine too, Lulu.”
She shivered. I ran my finger down her body, tracing over her curves.
Down her forearm, across her shoulders, around her hips.
I placed both hands on her thighs and yanked her toward me.
My hard cock pressed against her ass. I wanted her to know how she affected me.
How precious our time together had been for me.
We only had a few more days on the boat and while my initial plan hadn’t changed, I didn’t realize I would start to regret it so quickly.
There were a million reasons why Lucinda and I wouldn’t work in the real world.
Her father being the biggest. I’d made a promise to him, my oldest friend in the world, to stay away for a while.
My promise to her was more binding. Lucinda deserved more than the life I could give her. She deserved to get everything she wanted and more. I would take this week from her, but my punishment would be letting her go when it was over.