Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Freddy
Body throbbing with need, Freddy followed Mistress Camille down the hallway to the shoe room.
The cancellation from earlier today had been a godsend, allowing them to continue their evening after the show was over.
And it had been quite a show. By the time Mistress Olivia had worked her way through all the floggers, both Luke and Freddy had been quivering messes.
While Luke had ended up bent over a table while Mistress Olivia pegged him from behind, Freddy’s erotic torture was still ongoing. She hadn’t let him cum. Worse, she hadn’t let him touch her.
Watching the sway of her ass as she walked, he hoped all of that was going to change soon.
When they walked into the room, she paused to look around.
The shoes decorating the walls were the majority of decoration other than the mirrors also on the walls.
There were several chairs as well, which could serve different functions, including a Queening Throne.
Freddy gave that particular piece of furniture a hopeful look.
He'd enjoyed the last chair she’d sat in, but there was something particularly hot about having a gorgeous woman sit on his face.
Turning to face him, Mistress Camille’s expression didn’t give anything away.
“The same limits and safe words as last time?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Very good. Come here, Freddy. I need help getting my corset off.”
He eagerly leapt to obey. It felt a little odd to be undressing her while he was still fully dressed, but he wasn’t going to argue with the order she wanted to do things in. Though she only took off the corset and not her pants, he realized she was making herself more comfortable.
He, on the other hand, was still tightly constricted by his vest, something she seemed to enjoy as she circled him, her heavy breasts swaying, dark brown nipples pebbled and hard.
“This is very nice,” she murmured, running her hands over the stiff fabric of the vest. It was thick enough that feeling her touch through the fabric was rather difficult, but that didn’t stop his quick intake of breath.
“Thank you, Mistress. I wore it for you.”
She paused in her perusal, eyebrows lifting as she met his gaze.
“Because I was coming tonight?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Even though you didn’t know we were going to play?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He batted his eyes, grinning at her. “I wanted to be pretty for you.”
Laughing softly, Mistress Camille wrapped one hand around his neck, tugging him down slightly for a kiss.
“You are very pretty, Freddy. You are also a bit of a brat, hm?” She didn’t wait for an answer.
Their lips met, and he let her control the kiss, meeting her movements eagerly, his tongue sweeping against hers as the kiss deepened.
Keeping his hands at his side rather than reaching out to touch her was an act of willpower that made his muscles strain.
Then her lips pulled away just enough for her to speak, moving against his as she did so.
“You may touch me.”
With a groan, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling her soft, warm curves fill his hands as he moved them up and down her sides. Her breasts flattened against his vest as she slid one hand into his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan again while they kissed.
And kissed.
And kissed.
His cock rubbed against her through the fabric of their pants, and she panted slightly as she broke from the kiss again.
“My breasts,” she murmured, and that was all she had to say.
Freddy was more than happy to fill his hands with the plush mounds, running his fingers over her nipples, before using his mouth and sucking each taut bud between his lips. She kept her grip in his hair, her other hand running over the short hairs of his neck.
“Good boy. Just like that.”
Freddy worshiped her breasts, lavishing attention on them, using his mouth, tongue, and fingers to stroke the soft mounds and hard nipples. He was so involved, at first, he almost didn’t notice when she tugged his hair. She had to tug a second time, pulling him away from his homage.
“Pants.”
No need to tell him twice. He dropped to his knees and helped her roll off the tight pants.
They came away easily once they reached her knees since the lower half of the legs were so loose.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and Freddy’s mouth watered.
He was at exactly the right height to press his mouth to her gorgeous pussy since they’d left her heels on.
Glancing up at her, he tried to convey his wishes with his eyes.
Camille
Lord, she loved a man who loved to eat pussy, and Freddy was definitely one of them. Considering the attention he’d already lavished on her breasts, making them swollen and achy in the best way, she’d be a fool not to accept the invitation in his gaze.
And there was a Queening Throne.
“Go lie down at the throne.” The order came out as a seductive purr, a voice she barely recognized because it had been so long since she’d used that tone. Fuck, it felt good. Freddy scampered to obey, still fully dressed.
Hm. That wasn’t going to do at all.
“Wait.”
He froze, just as he had been about to get down on the padded area in front of the throne.
“Pants off.”
Without hesitation, without turning, Freddy undid his pants and let them drop, not questioning why she wanted him to keep his top on.
The vest was too delicious to take it off yet, though she’d have to make sure he was breathing the way he was supposed to.
With the pants off, his cock and ass played peekaboo with the bottom of his shirt, giving her a little peep show as he got into position.
The front sides of his shirt fell open as he laid on his back, framing his erection as though it was a present for her.
A nice, big, thick present.
Stepping over him with one leg, she sat down on the throne.
The whole setup was meant to be comfortable for him, with a headrest that should put him at a good height to pleasure her.
It was even adjustable, she realized after a moment, though his current position was just about perfect, so she didn’t mess around with the possibilities.
Sitting on her throne, she stretched out one leg to run her heel along the length of his cock as his tongue pressed into her pussy. His hips and dick jerked at the touch, and she felt the vibrations of his moan against her sensitive lips. The sensation was exquisite.
Letting herself fully relax on the throne, Camille used her heels to tease him a little, but mostly she enjoyed having her pussy worshiped by a fervent devotee to the craft.
Long, slow licks. Fast, sweeping curves.
He did it all, driving her arousal, her need, higher and higher until she was gripping the armrests and crying out with ecstasy… and even then, he didn’t stop.
Camille rode his face, his tongue, letting go of her worries and cares, letting her passion soar. Sucking her clit into his mouth, the tiny nub vibrated between his lips, and she ground down on the chair, shuddering with the sensations swelling through her.
“Fuck!” Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her until she was practically insensible. She leaned forward, slapping her hand down on his vest. “Stop!”
Immediately he stopped, his hot breath panting against her pussy, and she shuddered as she drew herself back together. It felt as if she’d splintered apart into a million pieces, leaving her shaky and breathless. There was a long moment of silence before he broke it.
“Mistress?” The concern in his voice helped her regain her footing. She needed to make sure he knew he hadn’t done anything wrong. If anything, he’d done everything too right. So right, she hadn’t been able to handle the glut of pleasure.
“Very good boy, Freddy,” she said, leaning down to pat his rigid cock. It bounced beneath her hand, and she stroked her nail against the thick vein on the bottom, making him jerk. She felt, as much as heard, his moan as more heat wafted over her pussy lips on his exhale. “You deserve a reward.”
Pushing herself to her feet, she was pleased to see him looking up at her, his lips glazed with her passion, his eyes hot with desire. He wouldn’t have stopped if she hadn’t stopped him. Something to keep in mind for later. Freddy was very eager to please.
“Let’s go to the bedroom. And I want to get you undressed.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Freddy
With his hands cuffed to the bed, he couldn’t touch Mistress Camille the way he wanted to, but he wasn’t going to complain, not with the way she was looking at him.
Straddling his thighs, she slid a condom over the length of his dick.
Once she’d gotten his vest and shirt off, she’d wanted him tied to the bed, and he had been happy to oblige.
His body was humming happily with pent-up arousal, though he was a little worried he might not be able to last as long as Mistress Camille would like him to.
“You have a very nice cock,” she murmured, gripping the base with one hand while the other tugged on his balls, hard enough to make him gasp with pain, even as pleasure curled through him. “I’m going to enjoy riding it.”
Freddy’s only response was a whimper as she squeezed his balls hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.
Despite the pain, he knew she was being careful, gentle, none of it going beyond what he could handle.
Cock-and-ball torture could be agonizing, which was not his thing, but it could also be a counterpoint of erotic pain to erotic bliss, and that was something he did enjoy when done right.
She was doing it very right.
His cock bobbed, the sheathed length tapping against his body as she tugged and twisted, just hard enough to make him writhe and cry out without pushing him over the edge, and he’d need to say his safe word.
The entire time, he could feel her gaze on him.
Watching him. Gauging his level of pain and pleasure.
All of her attention focused on him as she tormented him.
Which turned him on even more.
That focus, that attention to him, was what he needed. What he craved. Especially because it was her.
“Does that hurt, Freddy?” Her voice was a soothing croon, as if she was asking him if it felt good instead of the other way around.
“Yes, Mistress. Fuck.” She’d pressed a hard finger right into his perineum. Freddy writhed again, caught somewhere between heaven and hell, where pain melded with pleasure until he couldn’t tell which was which.
“You’re going to take the pain for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.” His back arched as her finger relented, rubbed, then pressed in hard again, rocking against his body while she tormented his delicate sack.
Rolling his balls between her fingers, she squeezed hard, closing her fist and crushing them just enough to make him pant for breath as hot pain wound through his throbbing arousal.
“Such a good boy.”
She squeezed again, another pulse of pain amid the pleasure of her praise.
Freddy gasped for breath as she neared his breaking point.
Releasing him, her finger moved away from the delicate area between his balls and his anus, her grip releasing the tight squeeze on his balls… then she straddled him.
Fuck, yes please.
Thighs braced on either side of his body, her breasts hung in front of her as she positioned herself over his cock.
Her wet heat touching the tip, she sighed with pleasure as she pressed down, her body opening for his rock-hard dick.
They both moaned as she lowered herself onto him, his hips thrusting upward of their own accord to impale her.
Bound as he was, there was nothing he could do as she took her time with him.
She was riding him for her pleasure, lifting herself up, sliding back down his shaft, grinding her pussy against his body with abandon.
Her soft moans and sighs of pleasure rippled through him as he grit his teeth against his own impulses, letting her take him as she pleased.
Giving her everything she wanted. Trying to make it last.
Her hands moved up his body, reaching his nipples and pinching them. Freddy arched beneath her with a cry, his hips jerking upward, cock thrusting into her.
“Oh, yes…” She breathed out the words, pinching his tender nipples again, making him writhe for her. “Harder, Freddy. I want you to come for me.”
That was all the permission he needed. Freddy surged beneath her, his hands gripping the chains binding the restraints around his wrists, making the headboard creak as he moved beneath her. She rode him, and he thrust upward, meeting her body every time she fell atop him.
Her breasts bounced and swayed with the motion as they moved together, their moans and panting breaths joining in a hot symphony. He could feel her getting closer, and despite her command, he was determined to wait until she had found her bliss again before reaching his own climax.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long.
Mistress Camille shuddered, coming down hard and rubbing her pussy against him, eyes half-lidded as her muscles clenched around him. Freddy thrust again, though he didn’t have much room to move, then groaned as she cried out, her movements becoming jerkier as her pleasure took over.
His tortured balls tightened, tingling. He cried out her name, his cock pulsing with every spurt of pleasure that emptied into the condom. The sheer ecstatic bliss left him trembling and limp beneath her.
Leaning forward, she pressed her face into the curve of his neck, snuggling with his bound body, her soft breasts flattened against his chest, and made a happy humming noise. Smile curving his lips, Freddy rested his cheek against her forehead, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment.
She’d ridden him to completion and was now using him like a teddy bear, though his cock was still embedded inside her and slowly softening.
It was a perfect moment. He wished it could last forever.