understood fully now. The point of this was not simply the pleasure and pain but the domination in its purest form. Olivier held the power to give her relief or torment literally in his hand. He would push her to her limit and further, as long as she didn’t say her safe word. She yearned for relief but refused to give in. The power play between them electrified her.
“You think I’m heartless, don’t you? That I’m the cruel master,” he said, pulling on the other jewel. Lisa whimpered and involuntarily tried to jerk her wrists apart. “Yet you have no idea that I am your slave.”
He sank to his knees, his fingers cupping her buttocks, and kissed her damp pubis.
“So amazing…” he whispered and buried his face in the neat hair of her sex, inhaling deeply. “You smell incredible too. Earthy and sweet.” His fingers separated her lower lips, and his tongue flickered over her clitoris. “And you taste of eagerness.”
Lisa stiffened, arching her pelvis into his face. The sudden tension in her body made the clamps swing and the bells tinkle, waves of sensation rolling through her. Pain fought pleasure as Olivier closed his mouth around her clitoris and sucked before pulling back and blowing gently against the swollen bud. Cool air fanned her hot clit, and she moaned in delight.
She glanced down at his face.
“Wicked Lisa, and yet such a good student,” he said. “You are learning to love your lessons.”
He was right, damn him. She relished every touch, every word. Their play had moved to a new level. It was as if she’d earned this experience by submitting to the paddling; as if she’d come through a harsh but necessary initiation to this new and more refined pleasure. As she glanced down at him kneeling before her, devoted to her pleasure, she felt adored—almost as if she were a goddess. A goddess with very sore nipples, granted, but the power still made her dizzy. She swayed on her heels as the friction from his tongue pushed her to the edge of her climax. Who really had the power here? Him or her?
“Are you close, cherie ?” Even his voice held reverence.
“Yes, oh yes.”
He stood. “It’s time to take them off. This may hurt.”
She squealed as Olivier removed the clamps and the blood raced into her starved nipples. The pain easily eclipsed the initial clamping, and tears poured down her cheeks. He undid the wrist restraints as her nipples screamed for mercy.
“ Cherie , are you okay?”
Her reply was a whimper. Though the pain was already easing, her budding climax and the roller coaster of physical and emotional feelings had overwhelmed her. Olivier pulled her to him and licked her nipples. Even the butterfly flutter of his tongue over her puckered flesh hurt for a few seconds, but then his mouth began to work its soothing magic.
Without warning, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Lisa didn’t protest this time. She had no fight left for a protest. Her body was limp and wrung out, yet at the same time she craved his cock inside her.
He laid her on the bed, stripped off his T-shirt and jeans and knelt between her legs.
“Now, please, now!” she begged.
He nudged his cock inside her wet sex before thrusting hard to the very core of her. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks, trying to drag him in deeper than any man had ever been before. Olivier slammed into her as she dug her nails into his back and behind, rubbing her swollen clit against him, groaning as she crashed into her orgasm.
Lisa came to first, propping herself up on one elbow to look at Olivier, who was sprawled on his back beside her. She wondered if he’d fallen asleep. His eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically. His dark lashes rested against his olive skin. His full, sensual lips were slightly parted.
She had never seen him so relaxed and at peace. She wanted to know more about him, even if that meant getting a little too close to him for comfort.
He
“You think I’m heartless, don’t you? That I’m the cruel master,” he said, pulling on the other jewel. Lisa whimpered and involuntarily tried to jerk her wrists apart. “Yet you have no idea that I am your slave.”
He sank to his knees, his fingers cupping her buttocks, and kissed her damp pubis.
“So amazing…” he whispered and buried his face in the neat hair of her sex, inhaling deeply. “You smell incredible too. Earthy and sweet.” His fingers separated her lower lips, and his tongue flickered over her clitoris. “And you taste of eagerness.”
Lisa stiffened, arching her pelvis into his face. The sudden tension in her body made the clamps swing and the bells tinkle, waves of sensation rolling through her. Pain fought pleasure as Olivier closed his mouth around her clitoris and sucked before pulling back and blowing gently against the swollen bud. Cool air fanned her hot clit, and she moaned in delight.
She glanced down at his face.
“Wicked Lisa, and yet such a good student,” he said. “You are learning to love your lessons.”
He was right, damn him. She relished every touch, every word. Their play had moved to a new level. It was as if she’d earned this experience by submitting to the paddling; as if she’d come through a harsh but necessary initiation to this new and more refined pleasure. As she glanced down at him kneeling before her, devoted to her pleasure, she felt adored—almost as if she were a goddess. A goddess with very sore nipples, granted, but the power still made her dizzy. She swayed on her heels as the friction from his tongue pushed her to the edge of her climax. Who really had the power here? Him or her?
“Are you close, cherie ?” Even his voice held reverence.
“Yes, oh yes.”
He stood. “It’s time to take them off. This may hurt.”
She squealed as Olivier removed the clamps and the blood raced into her starved nipples. The pain easily eclipsed the initial clamping, and tears poured down her cheeks. He undid the wrist restraints as her nipples screamed for mercy.
“ Cherie , are you okay?”
Her reply was a whimper. Though the pain was already easing, her budding climax and the roller coaster of physical and emotional feelings had overwhelmed her. Olivier pulled her to him and licked her nipples. Even the butterfly flutter of his tongue over her puckered flesh hurt for a few seconds, but then his mouth began to work its soothing magic.
Without warning, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Lisa didn’t protest this time. She had no fight left for a protest. Her body was limp and wrung out, yet at the same time she craved his cock inside her.
He laid her on the bed, stripped off his T-shirt and jeans and knelt between her legs.
“Now, please, now!” she begged.
He nudged his cock inside her wet sex before thrusting hard to the very core of her. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks, trying to drag him in deeper than any man had ever been before. Olivier slammed into her as she dug her nails into his back and behind, rubbing her swollen clit against him, groaning as she crashed into her orgasm.
Lisa came to first, propping herself up on one elbow to look at Olivier, who was sprawled on his back beside her. She wondered if he’d fallen asleep. His eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically. His dark lashes rested against his olive skin. His full, sensual lips were slightly parted.
She had never seen him so relaxed and at peace. She wanted to know more about him, even if that meant getting a little too close to him for comfort.
He
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