Chapter Twenty #3
“Sí,” she responded. “Mucha diversión.”
“Fine, you are clear, ma’am.”
I knew she was smiling; somehow, she made me see it without seeing it. And it was beautiful, soft, stretched the sides of her lips, her eyes alight in admiration and respect.
The sound of something uncapping met my ears, and the smell of chocolate filled my nostrils.
I frowned, wondering why there was choco—
Hot burning liquid met the skin of my chest, and I flinched at the impact.
A light vibration in my cock had my hips jerking off the bed a little, and my mouth fell open as my body tingled. Blood rushed to my cock like it had been summoned, and I felt a shudder skid through me.
What is …
Fuck … the zing-zap sensations crawling through me felt so good.
“You flinched,” Zahra said. “I told you not to flinch.”
The smell of chocolate was still around us, and I could still feel the burn of whatever she had placed on my skin.
With my cock throbbing and my head in a daze, I felt her lips over the spot she had burned with the …
chocolate. Her tongue—very cold like she had been sucking on ice—licked whatever liquid she had placed on my chest, soothing the burn, but the pain from it and the sound from the fucking toy around my length made me strain my wrists against the cuffs, unable to move, to see and touch—I could only feel.
“Thick, hot chocolate with your skin tastes divine. Best fucking dessert I ever had.” She kissed me there. “I can still see your skin turn red even with your tattoos.”
My chest was heaving slightly, but I still had control; the sensation from the stimulation was beara—
I flinched when hotness spread over the other side of my chest, the burn running slowly to the middle, and the intensity of the ring doubled.
I had the instinct to touch myself and soothe some of the aches, but I was restrained; my muscles tightened and tensed up at the new sensations traveling all around my body at once.
It was mind-curling, my feet tugging at the restraints. A sensation in my spine traveled up front to my stomach and my girth, hard and strangled against the rings.
My breathing grew louder every minute my cock twitched from the sweet, sweet sensations taking their time to trickle and settle inside my body.
Once again, her cold tongue licked up from where the hot liquid had been dripping to where she had initially poured the chocolate.
I heard a devilish chuckle leave her like she was having the time of her life.
While I was fucking breaking a sweat, loving the pain too much—and the pleasure. It was ticklish, a little overwhelming, but controlled—
The sudden feel of a burn spreading in a circle around my left nipple had me flinching—again, and almost immediately, the vibration from the cock ring grew louder, and I heaved out a loud breath, my chest warming, my stomach tightening.
“Fuck.” I breathed out a curse as her mouth enclosed my nipple, cold and tantalizing as she sucked the chocolate off me, her wet tongue intensifying a sensation that didn’t need to be inflamed.
The ring was gripping the head of my cock, squeezing me like it wanted to provoke a release, but it didn’t; it just kept me there, on edge, vibrating, pulsing—
Another burn on my other nipple, and my body jerked at the effect; the intensity increased—
“Fuck, Zahra.” My head was pressed back firmly into the pillow, my eyes squeezing shut at the new feeling erupting from my cock; I was drawn up tight, my stomach muscles tensing as this wicked woman licked me clean while I pulsed, ached, and fucking felt.
It felt like the same sensation hitting my cock was hitting every part of my skin.
My heart was pounding, the vein in my neck pulsing, sweat building and erupting from my—
I flinched as hotness suddenly dropped down my chest, and the intensity doubled. A deep groan was dragged out of my throat as I gripped the sheet hard beneath my cuffed hands.
My cock was dripping precum, and I was so fucking hard to the point that I thought I would erupt on the fucking spot without being touched; I was pulsing and erect.
Almost sore.
The pain was driving me mad, but it paved the way to this rush I couldn’t stop, this shiver that had acquainted itself with my body.
“My God, you’re so flushed. You should see how hot your skin is,” she said in a breathy moan, sounding like she was overly affected by the way she completely undid me—
More unexpected heat on my torso. It burned my skin—the pain causing yet another flinch that sent a jolt to my cock even before Zahra increased the intensity again.
“Ah!” I hissed sharply, the sound, a moan, a groan, and a choke mixed to form rubbish in my ear. My heart was racing, vigorously trying to find a finish line, but I could find none.
I wanted release so badly, but the edging was fucking bittersweet; I was charged with sensory stimulation that had even my toes fucking curling, and all nerve endings in my body had rushed to my angry erection.
Zahra’s breathing was getting loud.
“Are you—are you touching yourself?” I asked.
“Mmm, yes.”
“I want to see.”
“No,” she breathed and then brought her fingers to my mouth. “Open, taste me.”
And I did, taking her finger into my mouth and sucking in the familiar taste of her. My tongue swirled around her fingers, and I was aching to fuck her, lick her, touch her, hold her. She removed her hand all too quickly, and I wanted to taste more.
I felt her shift a little; I was still going mad with the sensations around my cock, how hard I could feel myself twitching and spilling out precum like it was the new fucking normal—I wasn’t coming; I wanted that orgasm so intensely, I had never wanted to orgasm so badly.
I—A burn at the side of my stomach, and I flinched.
Intensity increased.
“F—” I ground my teeth together so hard as my hips jerked upward like I wanted to spurt out cum, but nothing came out; it was painfully but pleasingly brutal, and my body shuddered, the same as my breathing.
I was sweating, my hair was matted to my forehead, and I was stubborn.
The vibration of the rings was very audible now.
I had never been so hard in my entire fucking life; it seemed like I was swollen and thick to the highest capacity of my length.
I was sensitive all over.
Zahra traced where she had burned me with her tongue, but then ice—ice touched my skin, and I couldn’t help the fucking flinch that came again, and the intensity went up higher, the vibration strengthened to stronger pulls, the rings felt like they were around my throat even when they were not.
No release, no relief, no—
Another burn. Another flinch. The moment I felt another increase, a fast, sharp, intense sensation gripped my whole body, and I was tapping the bed.
“Oh! Fuck, Zahra, red, red, red, red.”
The vibration stopped immediately.
My breathing was all I could hear; I could feel hurried shifting, and then the eye mask was being removed. It was blurry when I opened my eyes, but I managed to catch Zahra’s horrified expression. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
I would have laughed if my breathing wasn’t coming in short gasps.
I blinked the blurriness away, and a teardrop slid from my eyes.
I hissed, a shiver rocking through me, my body twitching. It was so intense, so fucking intense, painful, and good … I felt too good. Too charged.
I breathed in and out a few times before acknowledging Zahra’s glare.
“Take it off,” I said with a sharp breath.
With a frown, she shifted slightly to do as I asked. When she touched me, I flinched in a hiss, and her head snapped to my face again.
“Gently, I’m too sensitive.”
She shook her head and carefully unclipped the toy, slipping it off my length, and I was still hard, swollen red—but it felt good, even though it was painful.
I loved the mix. It was the perfect release I needed.
“Uncuff me,” I told her, and without meeting my gaze, she proceeded to do as I’d demanded. Her naked body wasn’t doing my situation any favors, and I needed to be buried inside her.
When free, I inspected the little bruises on my wrists and body.
She climbed back to the bed, watching me. “Why the fuck didn’t you use the safe word sooner?”
“I did not need to use it. Come—”
“You clearly needed to,” she cut in indignantly.
I let out a small laugh, cracking my neck from left to right, feeling more alive than I had in weeks—except it was not in the way that gave me peace of mind.
“You think this is funny? I could have hurt you!”
“It would not be the first time, Zahra.”
She blinked at me, clearly lost. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“It does not matter, come to me; let’s finish this.”
She watched me for a few seconds before sighing and moving onto her knees toward me, her eyes falling to my cock, which still looked too sensitive to touch.
My hand curled around the side of her face to the back of her neck as I pulled her to me, her lips falling against mine, and the urge to tighten my grip pulled strong, but I didn’t give into it.
Her tongue brushed mine, and I tasted chocolate, which she had been using to burn me. I sucked on it, drawing out a whimper from her, the kiss making her body soften toward me.
I broke it off, and her eyes fell on my cock again. “Shit, that looks painful.”
“Hm. It does, doesn’t it.”
Her gaze rose back to mine, which hadn’t broken from her as I said, “Suck it.”
A frown dropped down her brows. “Are you demanding, or are you asking?”
“Does it sound like I’m demanding?”
“Yes. Don’t use that tone on me; I don’t like it.”
“What tone would you prefer I use?” I asked, my grip tightening on the back of her neck. “Hm?” I voiced. “You want me to be polite?”
She swallowed. “It’s the bare minimum, Elio.”
“Hm.” I gripped her thigh and pulled her leg over me as she settled into a straddling position. “Fine, don’t put your mouth on me.”