Chapter 16 #3
“Well, if you manage it a third time, I might change my view.”
“Did you just challenge me?”
“No, I—”
Her reply is cut off as I shift upwards, reaching for her hips and lifting her up against my chest. “Hold on tight,” I command, and she wraps her arms and legs around me as I crawl up the bed, easing her back against the cushions.
Pressing a kiss against her lips, I smile against her mouth. “Challenge accepted.”
“Don’t disappoint me,” she mutters back.
Grabbing the bottle of Merlot from the side table, I twist off the cap and settle across her thighs. “Open your mouth, Edie,” I demand, taking a long sip before setting the bottle aside.
Reaching for her, I slip my finger between her lips, easing her mouth open. Her eyes darken with desire as I cup her jaw and lean in, letting the wine trickle into her mouth. She swallows, a rivulet of liquid slipping down her chin.
“That’s my good Little Vixen,” I say, licking at the trail of alcohol.
“Little Vixen?” she questions, a faint smile pulling up her lips.
“It’s a compliment, Edie. Your sensuality, your playfulness, your seductive charm. You're my Little Vixen,” I explain, before kissing her roughly.
She responds in kind, her hands reaching up as she yanks me closer, her tongue snaking around mine, her teeth scraping against my bottom lip before she bites.
It isn’t hard enough to draw blood, but is hard enough to send fire and lust rushing through my veins and straight to my cock.
I rear upwards, shift my body between her legs, and run a finger through her plump folds.
“You’re so wet for me. Were you like this for your husband?” I ask, another thread of jealousy curling around my chest.
“No. Never.”
“Good,” I reply, lowering my mouth to her tender flesh and kissing her there.
“Dorian,” she whimpers, and I press my tongue against her clit, swirling the nub.
She jerks against me, lifting her hips, so I lay my forearm across her stomach, pinning her to the bed then flatten my tongue against her pussy, swiping upwards from her hole to her clit, drawing slow, languid circles around her nub.
“That feels so good,” she pants, her fingers sliding into my hair as she pulls on the strands, tugging me closer.
“You taste fucking divine,” I mumble against her flesh, grinding my cock into the mattress, needing the friction, needing release too. Continuing my relentless assault on her flesh, I learn what she likes, listening to her soft gasps, her moans, and doubling down.
“Please, Dorian, please,” she whines as I slide two fingers inside of her, finding that tender spot as I flick my tongue over her clit as fast as I can. She moans, and my cock oozes cum, my balls lifting higher and tighter as I continue to grind into the mattress searching for release.
“Come for me, Edie,” I command, my voice a low rumble.
The back of my neck prickles, the tiny hairs lifting as a sense of possessiveness and need thrums in my veins. It takes everything in me not to rear upwards, pull out my dick, impale her on my cock and bury my fangs in her neck so I can gorge on her blood.
Instead, I scrape my teeth over her clit and she screams, her orgasm breaking as her back arches and her internal muscles squeeze my fingers tightly. A flood of wet heat weeps from her, and I remove my fingers, grip her hips and drink from her pussy, slaking my thirst on her cum.
She pants, tugging at my hair, trying to pull me off her. “I can’t take any more. I can’t,” she protests.
“You will. You will come for me again, Edie,” I grind out, pulling back and lightly slapping her pussy again and again, until she’s coming with another guttural cry.
“Why does that feel so good?” she asks, her thighs messy with her arousal, her eyes wide with shock.
“Because pain can be pleasurable when you know how to wield it,” I explain, my fingers tracing slow circles on her trembling thighs.
I give her a moment to come down from her orgasms, waiting until her breathing has eased before I test her willingness to explore.
“Are you ready to discover just how intoxicating pain can feel?”
“I’m not sure,” she replies, pushing up onto her elbows. “I don’t know what to expect, or if I’d even like the pain. ”
“I’ll ease you in gently. I won’t do anything you don’t want, and I’ll talk you through everything. If you’re willing to experiment, we need a safe word.”
“A safe word?”
“Yes, you need a word you wouldn’t ordinarily say in the throes of pleasure. If it gets too much, or you’re overwhelmed, you say the word, and I stop. You’re in control, not me.”
“Okay, let me think.” She chews on her lip as I ease off her, waiting patiently at the foot of the bed.
“How about, shoe?”
“Shoe it is,” I grin.
Pivoting on my feet, I cross the room to the armoire, opening its doors and selecting a blindfold, a leather flogger, and a peacock’s feather. My gaze lingers on the array of leather paddles, but I decide that might be too much too soon. Besides, I prefer to use my hand.
Returning to Edie, I line the items up side by side on the bed.
“Come here, Edie,” I say, my voice lowering to a rumble as I motion for her to get off the bed.
She stands before me, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.
Picking up the soft, red velvet blindfold, I pull it through my hand.
“You’re going to blindfold me?” she asks.
“It will heighten your senses, much like what happened at the bar, but if you don’t want to—”
“I want to,” she whispers, turning her back to me.
“There’s my Little Vixen,” I say, placing the blindfold over her eyes and tying it in place.
Dropping my hands to her hips, I guide her towards the bed until her thighs hit the mattress.
“I’m going to tuck the end of your skirt into your waistband, then I want you to climb up onto the bed for me.
Lie face down in a comfortable position, and spread your legs a little,” I say.
“Okay,” Edie whispers, releasing a shuddering breath as she waits for me to finish tucking her skirt out of the way. Then she crawls onto the bed, lying down, her beautiful arse and legs bare before me.
“So fucking perfect,” I say, climbing onto the bed beside her and gently stroking the voluptuous globes of her arse.
I’m already painfully hard, but this isn’t about me.
This is about Edie. I can wait. “I’m going to start off with light touches, and I will talk you through each step, so you’re not surprised by anything. ”
She nods, resting her cheek against her hands.
Picking up the feather, I slowly drag it up from her ankles to her arse, drawing soft circles over her bare skin.
I make sure to drag it through her folds too, and the tip comes away slick with her cum.
She shudders, gasping at the sensation. Repeating the action several times, Edie relaxes as I earn her trust.
“Now I’m going to use the flogger. At this point, I’m only going to do the same thing as I did with the feather. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Replacing the feather with the flogger, I drag it up the backs of her legs, repeating the same movement as I did with the feather. Edie’s breath quickens with every pass over her skin. “Now I’m going to lightly whip your arse. It won’t hurt, I promise.”
A small whimper releases from her mouth after the first light flogging. “That feels… good.”
“I’m glad,” I say. “But now I’m going to flog you a little harder. I will count to ten, and with each pass, the feeling will get more intense. At any point, if it gets too much, use your safe word.”
She nods, tensing a little. “Try to relax. If you tense, it will hurt more. Ready?”
“I’m ready.”
“One.” The leather tails spread over her arse cheeks, drawing the blood beneath her skin to the surface. Edie jerks, but doesn’t cry out. “Two. Three. Four.” With every pass, Edie’s breathing becomes more laboured, but she still doesn’t use her safe word.
“Are you good?”
“Yes, more than good,” she replies, the musky scent of her arousal lifting into the air.
This time, I flog the back of her thighs. “Five. Six. Seven.”
Edie cries out, and I place the flogger on the bed, taking a moment to stroke my palm over the red welts rising across her skin, giving her time to adjust to the endorphins rushing around her system.
“Just breathe, Edie. Sink into the pain, let my palm soothe it,” I command, my hand slipping over the curve of her arse, my fingers sliding through her pussy lips. She’s soaking.
“Dorian, I’m… This is…” Her voice trails off as she rocks her hips against my hand, groaning as I find her clit and pinch it gently.
“Do you want to continue?” I ask, my voice rough.
“Yes.”
Picking up the flogger, I count from eight to ten in quick succession, flogging her harder each time. A scream rips out of her throat, her back arching, before her whole body seems to melt into the mattress.
“It’s over, Edie. You’ve been such a perfect Little Vixen,” I praise, setting the flogger aside and smoothing my palm over the raised welts on her arse that I long to sink my teeth into.
Instead, I remove her blindfold, and then lay down beside her, tracing my fingertips over her skin, allowing her to sink beneath that floaty realm of subspace.
With each gentle touch, her breathing grows calmer, but when a shiver runs through her, I reach for the throw at the foot of the bed and tuck it around her, then gather her close, cradling her to my chest. We stay entwined, her body melting into mine as she slowly comes down from the high, and all I can think about is how perfectly she belongs in my arms.
Eventually, Edie stirs, her eyelids fluttering open as she looks at me. “Wow,” she mutters, her eyes glazed as I drop my lips to hers and kiss her. It’s a sweet kiss, tender, and her hands find my chest, her fingers curling around my shirt as she tugs me closer.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I whisper against her lips, reaching up and tucking her hair behind her ears, before a slow smile spreads across my face.