7. Chapter 7 #2
Her next words, as well as her stance, take on a firm demeanor when she says, “Then crawl to me, mon petit lion. Slowly.”
Twisting my body, I get onto all fours and begin to do just that.
Swaying my hips side to side, giving her the show I know will please her.
Oh so slowly, I make my way across the table towards her.
The closer I get, the more her scent permeates the air, and I lick my lips in anticipation of tasting her.
I wonder what her cunt will look like, taste like.
I said I was shy, not a virgin.
Once in front of her, I resume my former position, kneeling and looking at her boots. There is a glittery pastel pink sticky substance running down the length of what I can see of them.
“You were such a good boy for me, and the thought of my partner watching both of us has gotten me a little…how do you say…worked up.”
My eyes bulge, realizing that the substance in question is her slick.
“Go ahead, mon chéri, lick my boots clean, and then thank me.”
“Oui, Mistress.”
Leaning down, ass in the air, face all the way down to the tip of her heel, I lick a line up her latex boots, cleaning every bit of her glittery arousal.
The moment it touches my tongue, it’s like an explosion of flavor flooding all my tastebuds at once.
It’s sweet and tangy at the same time, reminding me of Sour Patch Kids.
But it’s not just the flavor that gets me, when I said it was an explosion, I meant it.
It also fizzes and tingles like Pop Rocks. I can’t get enough.
Once I reach the top of her boots, she puts a gloved hand on my head to keep me from licking straight up to her donutwat. Cleaning the remnants of her slick from my lips with my tongue, I try to savor the flavorful sensation.
I probably look starved and crazed trying to get every little morsel I can.
Sitting back on my heels, I look up at her. There’s a twinkle of amusement in her swirly eyes. “How was it, mon petit lion?
“Fucking incredible. Out of this world. The best dessert I have ever had.”
Dulcie lets out a sweet little laugh at that. “Now, we need to talk about your limits and boundaries.”
“I haven’t had a lot of experience with these types of things, so I don’t think I have any.” She tsks at my answer.
“If someone ever tells you they do not have boundaries or limits, it is not a partner you want to play with. Yes, safe words will stop the scene if things become too much, but if you say you have no limits, then what will stop another person from manipulating you into doing something you are not comfortable with just because you want to please them? I already see that in you, but I want you to be brave enough to set those boundaries.”
“Yes, Mistress. I liked what you did with your…whip, so impact would be okay, I think, but I don’t think I’d like blood drawn from any playing. Other than that, maybe we can just do check-ins to see if new things are alright?”
“Oui, I like that answer a lot. And if anything is ever a bit uncomfortable for you outside of uneasy pleasure, do not hesitate to use your safe word. This is a controlled, safe space for you to explore and gain confidence in what you like. Plus we will have lots of fun, no?”
I smile at her, loving her explanation of information. “Yes, Mistress, we will.”
Dulcie looks up and past my shoulder, addressing the figure in the chair in the corner. “Mon amour, would you like to join in if it is okay with Leo, or would you prefer to watch?”
A dark chuckle sounds from behind me before a voice smoother than hot glaze on a fresh donut responds. “Let me watch you make a mess of this doux lion for us, ma chérie.”
Keeping my eyes on my mistress, I note the look of pure adoration on her frosted face as she flutters her lashes ever so slightly.
One line from this man has Dulcie folded like a pretzel.
She’s not the only one he affects. His voice was pure seduction, making me leak from my already aching dick.
Add the fact that he called me sweet lion, fuck, I’m already his.
“Leo, lay face up and give me your arms,” Dulcie says as she jumps down from the table.
I do as she says before she takes me by the wrists and begins tying one of my hands with something soft and sticky.
When I look to see what it is, she allows it, smirking at me as she ties my other wrist. It’s a braided donut!
I pull at the makeshift restraint, but it doesn’t break.
What kind of dough do they use to make these?
When she has both of my hands tied, she repeats the same with my ankles after removing my pants and shoes for me. I’m splayed out on this table, my mind racing with thoughts of what she will do next.
My eyes wander over to the corner where the mystery cuck sits. Unfortunately, the lighting in the room doesn’t give me a clear view, other than a silhouette shrouded in darkness.
“Don’t mind me, petit lion, my lover knows exactly what I like and how to please me while also pleasing you.”
My breathing picks up as I snap my eyes to the ceiling. The feeling of being on display for someone I can’t see has me extremely turned on. His voice alone makes my nipples pebble, which has definitely never happened before.
“Ma belle,” he addresses Dulcie, “donut keep him in suspense.”
Then, Dulcie blocks my view, facing away from me as the figure approaches to hand her something before sitting back down. Dulcie slowly backs up until she’s standing directly above my face. Locking eyes, she devilishly smirks down at me.
“Bon appétit, mon petit lion.” And then, she sits.
I lap at her fizzing, sweet and sour juices like the hungry lion I am.
I can’t move to grab her cinnabun ass, but best believe I let her know just how much I enjoy eating pussy, especially when it tastes like my favorite candies.
I'm slurping and groaning, swirling my tongue around every crease and crevice, never avoiding swiping at her… is this a giant sprinkle for a clit?
Fuck, she tastes so good. She’s moaning and undulating on my tongue, riding my face like I’m a bull she needs to tame.
Just then, I feel a sharp sting on my stomach that makes another THWACK sound, but this one is different. It’s as if many little whips were hitting me all at once. A flogger, maybe? The pain sears into my skin momentarily, and since I didn’t expect it, I stop licking her.
“Leo,” Dulcie coos, “I never said to stop. Are you okay to continue?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I mumble out around a mouthful of pastry-puffed pussy.
As I continue eating the most delicious cunt I’ve ever tasted with fervor, two more blows land to my stomach before Dulcie leans down and massages over the area, never stopping her grinding against my tongue.
“He’s doing so well, ma chérie, I think he can take more,” says the corner cuck.
I nod in agreement against her pussy, and she can feel it, so she doubles down with her flogging, eliciting sharp gasps from me as I continue to attack her clit. I’m sore on my stomach, but I relish the pain. It’s invigorating, and it just makes me so much fucking harder for both of them.
I hear hisses, grunts, and heavy breathing from the man in the corner. I think he may be getting off to the sight of us, which only spurs me on even more. His pants of pleasure sound so fucking sexy that I almost come from it, in addition to the fact that I love eating pussy.
But thoughts of my own orgasm are abandoned when Dulcie cries out her release, flooding my mouth with a spray of carbonated candy liquid.
I drink it down hungrily, burying my face as far into her donutwat as I can get until I can no longer breathe.
I think the sensation becomes a bit much for Dulcie because she starts shivering all over before tearing her pussy from my lips.
It makes an audible pop noise when we separate because I had my lips vacuum sealed around that delicious cunt.
Moving off of me, Dulcie asks, “Good gods, mon lion, where did you get those skills from?”
I don’t have a chance to answer because the figure in the corner picks this moment to make himself known.
“Bravo, mon lion, not everyone can make my lover gush like that. Now it’s my turn to have some fun with both of you.”
When I look to the side, I notice that the flogger I was being lashed with is made out of sprinkles. Well, it definitely had the desired effect. There are welts all over my stomach, but the burn is enticing.
“Ma chérie, ride his cock. I want to taste both of you.”
I don’t quite know what he means by that, but here I am, tied up with nothing to do but take what they give me.
Dulcie obeys his command without question, hovering over my dick and sliding it in between her moist muff folds.
The figure in the corner approaches us at the side of the conference table, and now I can get a clear view of him.
He’s fucking divine. Unlike Dulcie, he’s a humanoid version of an éclair. His toned body has vertical lines of soft grooves in his golden skin, and his eyes are the deepest chocolate brown.
His torso has a textured chocolate glaze, making it resemble chest hair. Add onto that, his perfectly chiseled face, white hair styled in a combover, and a white mustache with curls at the ends, resembling a French-style porn stache, and you get one sexy as fuck pastry.
The man walks over to me wearing slacks with no shirt, suspenders, and a bowtie, looking like something straight out of the Chippendales. What a sight to behold.
With his thick French accent, he leans in and says, “My name is Pierre, but you will call me Master.”
Pierre, the éclair, in the cuck chair. How wild is that?
Pushing that crazy thought aside, I nod, willing to do anything this sexy silver fox of an éclair desires of me.
Dulcie does as instructed and lowers herself down onto my stiff length. Her warm donutwat feels like heated holey heaven.