in a gasp when he lifted my other ankle and opened my legs wide. Obviously aware of my discomfort, Lucas whispered, “Hey, you are beautiful. Why would you want to hide?” He placed a kiss against my instep and then another on my ankle. These kisses helped to relax me as he fastened the leather cuff to the bed.
“Comfortable?” he asked, as he leisurely trailed a fingertip, from one ankle, up my leg, stopping just short of where I wanted him to go. I nodded. He continued, “Good. If you desire submitting to me sexually, you have to trust me and you have to be open with me about your deepest desires. I can read your body’s responses, if you allow yourself to respond honestly, but it isn’t so easy to know how you might be responding mentally. You must keep an open mind but tell me if I do something that you don’t like. I don’t mean what you think you shouldn’t like or what society deems wrong or inappropriate. Do you understand?”
My mind was trying to comprehend the fact that he was obviously planning on doing things to me that society considered wrong. I managed a slight nod but I was beginning to feel a little faint.
I felt the mattress compress near to my head. “Issy, I haven’t forbidden you from speaking. I need to know that you’re not going to hold anything back from me. I need it all – good and bad. You need to trust me and in order for trust to build, it requires total honesty.”
What could be bad about sex? I like rough sex – maybe that’s what he means. “Okay,” I whispered, still wondering what he could do to me that would be bad.
I felt him stand and I waited. Moments passed that felt like hours. With no sight and little movement possible, I felt totally vulnerable. I began to wonder whether I had been mistaken in my belief that I would enjoy allowing Lucas to dominate me. What was he doing anyway? Where was he?
Something touched my foot and my reflexes made me try to pull my foot back but I couldn’t move it. Then … oh my god! … I felt his mouth close around my big toe and suck gently. His tongue swirled around it as he sucked. Then his teeth grazed my skin as he withdrew. I’d never had my toes sucked before and it was unexpectedly erotic.
Abruptly, he nipped the pad of my toe and I gasped but, just as the pain was registering in my brain, he sucked and swirled again so that pleasure eclipsed the slight pain. He moved along my toes, licking and suckling each one before nibbling along the outer edge of my sole to my heel. Sensual sparks flew up my leg to my groin, igniting a firework display between my legs. My mind was fast losing any ability to think rationally. All I could think of was that mouth on my skin … everywhere.
Then … nothing. I could hear my heart’s accelerated pulse in my ears and I concentrated on relaxing my breathing to slow it down. Just as my muscles began to relax, I felt a tiny contact on my ankle bone and realized it was a kiss. Tiny kisses were then leisurely trailed up the inside of my leg to my knee. I could just feel his silky hair brushing against the front of my leg as he moved up my leg.
As he neared the top of my inner thigh, I fought hard to overcome the desire to arch my back and offer myself to him. I shivered as a long lick travelled around the joint of my leg and hip and then gasped as a tiny bite was delivered to the hollow next to my hip. I pushed my bottom down into the mattress as my sex clenched in response to his playful biting.
Again, I mourned the loss of his mouth for a few moments before the whole procedure was repeated on my other foot and leg. By the time he reached my thigh, I couldn’t help but arch my back, in an attempt to entice him to continue moving upwards. Immediately, a firm hand pushed down on my stomach and pinned me to the bed.
“Looks like someone is getting impatient,” he said, and
“Comfortable?” he asked, as he leisurely trailed a fingertip, from one ankle, up my leg, stopping just short of where I wanted him to go. I nodded. He continued, “Good. If you desire submitting to me sexually, you have to trust me and you have to be open with me about your deepest desires. I can read your body’s responses, if you allow yourself to respond honestly, but it isn’t so easy to know how you might be responding mentally. You must keep an open mind but tell me if I do something that you don’t like. I don’t mean what you think you shouldn’t like or what society deems wrong or inappropriate. Do you understand?”
My mind was trying to comprehend the fact that he was obviously planning on doing things to me that society considered wrong. I managed a slight nod but I was beginning to feel a little faint.
I felt the mattress compress near to my head. “Issy, I haven’t forbidden you from speaking. I need to know that you’re not going to hold anything back from me. I need it all – good and bad. You need to trust me and in order for trust to build, it requires total honesty.”
What could be bad about sex? I like rough sex – maybe that’s what he means. “Okay,” I whispered, still wondering what he could do to me that would be bad.
I felt him stand and I waited. Moments passed that felt like hours. With no sight and little movement possible, I felt totally vulnerable. I began to wonder whether I had been mistaken in my belief that I would enjoy allowing Lucas to dominate me. What was he doing anyway? Where was he?
Something touched my foot and my reflexes made me try to pull my foot back but I couldn’t move it. Then … oh my god! … I felt his mouth close around my big toe and suck gently. His tongue swirled around it as he sucked. Then his teeth grazed my skin as he withdrew. I’d never had my toes sucked before and it was unexpectedly erotic.
Abruptly, he nipped the pad of my toe and I gasped but, just as the pain was registering in my brain, he sucked and swirled again so that pleasure eclipsed the slight pain. He moved along my toes, licking and suckling each one before nibbling along the outer edge of my sole to my heel. Sensual sparks flew up my leg to my groin, igniting a firework display between my legs. My mind was fast losing any ability to think rationally. All I could think of was that mouth on my skin … everywhere.
Then … nothing. I could hear my heart’s accelerated pulse in my ears and I concentrated on relaxing my breathing to slow it down. Just as my muscles began to relax, I felt a tiny contact on my ankle bone and realized it was a kiss. Tiny kisses were then leisurely trailed up the inside of my leg to my knee. I could just feel his silky hair brushing against the front of my leg as he moved up my leg.
As he neared the top of my inner thigh, I fought hard to overcome the desire to arch my back and offer myself to him. I shivered as a long lick travelled around the joint of my leg and hip and then gasped as a tiny bite was delivered to the hollow next to my hip. I pushed my bottom down into the mattress as my sex clenched in response to his playful biting.
Again, I mourned the loss of his mouth for a few moments before the whole procedure was repeated on my other foot and leg. By the time he reached my thigh, I couldn’t help but arch my back, in an attempt to entice him to continue moving upwards. Immediately, a firm hand pushed down on my stomach and pinned me to the bed.
“Looks like someone is getting impatient,” he said, and
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