Chapter 15 Victoria #2
She walks over to me and sits down on the leather bench in front of me. She bends down to open the zippers of her boots without breaking the gaze into my eyes in the most lucious way I have ever seen.
Afterwards, she gets back up and kicks off her boots. She stands between my legs, her head slightly tilted. Her eyes look down for the briefest of moments.
“You know I told you to undress yourself,” I say.
“Uh-hum,” she says, grinning. Waiting. Knowing.
I lean forward and slide my hands over her wonderful hips. The trousers fall down, and I follow them with my hands. She made me bow for her. She might not be experienced, but she owns the natural gift of submission, with a sprinkle of bratty behaviour. The exact right amount of it.
My fingers trail over the inside of her legs, and she shivers slightly. I gaze up into her eyes as I kiss over her thigh up to her lower abdomen. Her hands slide over it for protection.
"One day, you will understand that your body is this ravishing piece of art that is a masterpiece to the right onlooker,” I say. "Remove your hands."
Her hands fall to her sides and I grasp her belly with my hands—a feeling I imagine heaven to be like surges through my body.
Her eyes flicker as I kiss over her belly down to her pubic area to pull down her underwear.
Then I lean back.
She reaches back and opens her bra.
It falls onto the ground.
“Undressed,” she says. “Now what?”
My mouth curves dangerously.
“Now you get on your knees and crawl over to the bed, kneel in front of it with your back to me, eyes on the floor.”
She sinks to her knees and leans forward on her hands.
She crawls over and does as told. My eyes follow her as she is the good girl she is. My core flutters solely from the looks and burns as I imagine my palm spanking that wonderful arse of hers.
I let her get accustomed to the kneeling.
When she has found her position, I rise and walk over to the drawers by the door.
I get chains, leather cuffs for wrists and ankles, a spreader bar, a blindfold and a gag.
I drop everything loudly next to her. She flinches, as supposed to.
“Get up,” I say.
When she stands, I take each of her wrists and fix a leather handcuff to it.
“What are your safewords?” I ask.
“Soft limit, Goblin. Hard limit, Dragon,” she says.
“I am testing your boundaries today,” I say. “Use them.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she says—words that caress my desire like silk.
I am close to skipping the part and taking her immediately, but it's the restraint that brings the fun, after all.
I blindfold her and glide my hands over her back.
Smack.
She squeals from my palm meeting her arse—oh what a ravishing view!
I pick a chain, slide it through a hook on the four-poster bed, and fasten it to her leather cuff, stretching her arm. I repeat the same on the other side.
“Take a step back,” I tell her.
She steps back a small one, not trusting my fixation.
“More,” I say, and when she does another small one, I get angier. “More!”
She takes a bigger step back and now hangs properly in the chains.
I kneel to fasten the leather cuffs around her ankles.
“Spread your legs,” I say and slap her inside thigh. She does so hesitantly.
“More.”
Now, I attach the spreader bar. She shifts slightly, but I let her stay with it. Today, I want to test her boundaries. What happened in Glenmere was soft and fun. This here will test her limits—psychological and physical.
“Arch and present you arse,” I order.
A tingling spreads through my clit as I step back and watch. I open my blouse and touch myself for a moment as I watch her arch.
I will have her lick me today. Later, when her legs are weak, her hair is messy, and her body is sweaty.
“Spread further,” I say and slap her cherry with the flat hand. She squeals beautifully, and she spreads her legs, the spreader bar fixing the legs as wide as they are.
Lastly, I take the gag.
“Open your mouth,” I say and push it inside. I fix the leather at the back of her head.
“Say goblin and dragon, so I know what it sounds like.”
“Gwwlnnn, dgagonn,” she says.
“Good,” I say as I walk to a hook rack with all sorts of paddles and crops on it.
I chose a wooden paddle.
“You’ll get ten with the paddle today for not doing what I told you to do yesterday. You did not listen, and you freaked out. I won’t be nice today. There is no need to count, you will show me how grateful you are later when you lick me.”
“One,” I say. Slap.
She squeaks with the gag in her mouth and arches further.
“Two.” Slap.
Her breathing flattens, and I give her a moment to breathe it away before increasing the force on the next one.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
She screams into the gag.
Her arse is flaming red. I desire her so much, I am in need of a breath myself.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
“Two more,” I say. “They will be stronger.”
Slap.
She arches so heavily and is thrown forward from the impact that she almost loses her balance. I wait to see if she uses a safe word, but she doesn’t.
“Ten,” I say, and the paddle hits her arse one last time. The red skin stays white for a moment before it flames up further.
I let the paddle fall to the ground, step behind her so her one leg is between mine, and bend over to remove the gag with one hand. She spits it out.
Then, my hand wanders between her legs. She is so wet that she might drip her juices over me.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” I say as my middle and ring fingers enter her.
“Yes,” breathes out before a moan escapes her mouth. “Thank you, Mistress.”
I fuck her with my finger until she bends into the chains.
“You will not come until I allow you to,” I say. “Otherwise, I’ll make you come twenty times in a row until you pass out, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she says between moans.
I remove my hand, pull her head back by the hair and hold it in front of her mouth.
“Clean my fingers.”
She licks over my fingers with her tongue, and sucks them in, heaven and hell. I have played with many women, but with her—this is something entirely different. My own desire radiates through me. Never have I experienced anything like it.
When she is done, I remove the spreader bar and kneel behind her. I start licking her inner thighs, up to her labia, until I reach her cherry and dig my face into her.
“Oh gods,” she shouts and throws her head back with her upper body bending into the chains. She arches so far her cherry opens even further up to me. It is the moment I lose control.
I enter her with my tongue.
Her taste.
Holy Mother Mary!
I am infinitely turned on as I fuck her with my tongue.
“Victoria,” she screams.
I do not answer her. I cannot stop myself. She also forgot to say please.
“Please, Mistress, please, I need to come, please,” she begs, and only then do I stop for the briefest moment and say.
“Come.”
She explodes without me going back to what I was doing.
“Gooooods,” she screams as the orgasm rolls through her. Her entire body cramps with her head snapping forward.
She just hangs there, panting heavily, hips pumping slightly forwards.
I sit on the bed before her and kiss her, with her juices on my lips.
She seems exhausted, but there will be no pause for her today.
I stand up and lift her up so she can stand.
“Stand on your own,” I snap at her roughly, before I unmount the chain carabiners.
“Undress me,” I order her, and it takes her a moment to move her arms to do so. She opens my blouse with trembling fingers.
Her hair is so messy, I cannot wait to grab it when she is licking me.
She slides my blouse down, and afterwards my trousers. “Underwear, too.”
She kneels down when she pulls down my underwear, and when she comes back up, she sways slightly. I grab her immediately.
“How close to goblin are you?” I ask.
“Not close,” she says. “Just a little light-headed.”
“Hold yourself to the bed,” I say and remove the bra myself. “I’m getting you some water.”
I return from downstairs with a bottle of water and a bar of chocolate.
“Here, drink and eat.”
I half-expected her to argue, but she does not.
“Better?” I ask and take a sip of water myself.
“Yes,” she says, and life returns to her.
“Good, because you’ll need the energy.”
I sit down in the middle of the bed and lean with a big pillow against the headboard, legs wide.
“Crawl to me, kiss me, and then I’ll teach you how to please your Mistress.”
The feral lioness crawling towards me is no longer a kitten. The orgasm has liberated her, and when she kisses me, an electrifying sensation tingles through me.
“Kiss your way down to my breast, circle the nipples with your tongue, and when they’re hard, bite them.”
She trails down as told.
Circles.
And bites.
I moan.
“Yes, that’s what I like, Princess,” I say. “Continue, circling, biting. And start touching my cherry. Caress the outer lips, first.”
I roll my hips against her touch because she does exactly as told. I am proud of my work, because I managed to make her turn of her mind—finally.
“Now, go down with your tongue,” I say when I feel a wave roll through my core. “Outer first. Circle to the clit. No hands until I tell you otherwise.”
She repeats what I have done with her. Wise girl.
Energy builds in my core with every one of her circles.
“Take your middle and ringfinger and enter me. Slow movements, bent upwards, find the spot.”
It takes her a moment to figure it out.
“Mhm, that’s the way,” I tell her when she has it.
“Fasten your movement and circle my clit until I come.”
To my absolute surprise, she moans, too.
“Do you like being a good girl, pleasing your mistress?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathes against my clit, “I love to please my mistress.”
It was the last thing I needed.
I grasp her head and roll my hip into her movement and freeze her with my thighs as the wave of the orgasm rolls from my core through my body up to my face.
I dissolve in the sensation of relief spreading through me. It has been a while since I last came.
When the sensation ebbs, I release her.
She falls onto the bed, her eyes closed.
“We’re not nearly done here,” I say and get up to grab the chains.