~ Finally, the third and final part of my exploration into erotica. Refresh your memories with Part I and Part II. This is a little longer than the first two visits into fiction, but I hope you won’t tail off and your attention is retained! ~
‘I want to make you scream tonight, scream out like you never have before.’ She stood over him with the belt in her hand and slowly began to raise it above her head.
In an instant, he heard the leather sweep down and strike the outer part of his thigh. It made him wince, his legs drew up and his mouth opened in shock. It wasn’t all that stingy; she could have been meaner and really let loose, but the initial impact had had its effect. She could see the top of his forehead above the red silk scarf crinkle in a grimace she was sure was echoed in his covered eyes. Immediately she countered this welt with a soft kiss in the same spot. She wanted to show him she wasn’t completely twisted. And that she could be softened, if he gave her the right response.
‘Just the one to begin with, my love,’ she muffled into his skin as she soothed it with her soft lips. He wasn’t quite sure if she was referring to the strike or the kiss. One thing was certain, however, and that was the fact he did not know what to expect next. He felt his girl move away from his tensed body and heard a rustling from somewhere in the bedroom. He took this opportunity to test his blindfold. Shifting slightly in his seat to not attract her attention, he raised a corner of the scarf so one blue eye could slowly take in the view. Bent over the side table, his girl was peering into her bag. Her seamed stockings looks truly delicious when seen from behind, the lines leading up to her perfectly formed arse. It made his mouth water at the delights that lay between those legs, and, not to spoil her fun, replaced the blindfold for the time being. A metallic clink became audible, along with a ripple of material.
Several questions were running through his head in the moment he heard the unmistakable sound of his lighter. ‘Candles. She’s lighting candles.’ The familiar petrol smell wafted to his nose momentarily, informing him she was close at hand at least.
‘Got you guessing, have I?’ She spoke in that low, almost growl-like voice of hers when she is in a mischievous mind. He was about to answer her when he felt a curious warming sensation at his elbow. Not enough to be uncomfortable at first, but it increased in temperature quickly. He gasped as he realised it was a candle flame. ‘What the…!’ was all he managed to get out before being met full on with a kiss. As quickly as the kiss was brought on, the heat dissipated and she chuckled lightly into his mouth.
Their mouths moved together slowly, deeply. The girl placed the candle she had been toying with on the side table as she moved her hands over his chest, up to his face, cradling his head, drawing him to her. Fingers entwined in his hair and she let escape a murmured moan. Almost with a sigh, he replied. She was straddling him now, her underwear the only barrier between the pair. His arms sprung into action as they swept up her back into her long dark hair. Knowing how this made her melt and not wanting to relinquish her hold over him just yet, she quickly moved them back down her body, to her breasts. No man in his right mind would want to argue with that choice. Without his sight, he felt his way softly around the outer-edges of her breasts, where they were ever-so slightly more sensitive, lightly brushing his fingertips over the warm skin. He reached in, under her bra to find her nipples nicely aroused. She saw his involuntary smile and knew his thoughts. Moving down his neck, her tongue traced a line from his jaw to his chest. A nail followed to make sure his senses weren’t softened. Only gently, though. A small reminder not to be lured into a false sense of security.
She reached over to the side table where she had lain out some of the contents of her bag. Not all of them would be used, but ‘Be Prepared’ she thought. Her hand darted over the items, fingers dancing past the handcuffs, the tassly whip. ‘Oh, the fun we’ll have later on!’ She spoke, half to herself. He heard the almost childlike glee in her tone. Was she going to use the whip, after all? Or just her nails? He was answered not with another stinging response, but a soft, glistening hand. A scent of Ylang Ylang passed up to his face and he inhaled the massage oil as it was applied to his skin.
He adored this oil. They both did. Not only was the scent divine, but it was the best in a line of massage oils they owned and had experimented with. A truly sensual aroma encircled the two of them now, each inhaling the intoxicating scent arousing the senses. She too was becoming giddy with the oil and lost in the action of massaging the skin on his torso. Almost hypnotically her arms were moving lower towards his hips, thighs and his beautifully lengthened shaft. Her concentration was being drawn away from his actions as she focused on her movements. She never noticed the blindfold being slipped from his eyes, still knotted.
He caught her unawares by jolting upright suddenly in the chair, bringing her face to face, eye to eye. The pair stared at each other. She in mock-shock at the escape. He with the defiant glare of an untethered hound. In one movement, he stood up and moved her roughly against the nearest wall. This was what she had been waiting for all along. How far would he submit before rebelling and breaking free? She smiled at him, one eyebrow raised in satisfaction. He held her hands together in one of his as he removed her blue bra, slipping the straps down her slender arms before sliding down to remove her French knickers. Kissing the still stockinged legs as he worked his way back up to her. He gently licked the inside of her thighs above the stockingtop seams, knowing it would make her shiver. Inches away from her waiting pussy, he resisted. For now.
As she hooked her left leg over his hip to ease their movement into one another she clawed his back, only lightly – the tingling sensation timed perfectly to the first inward thrust of his cock. They savoured the initial feeling as they always did every time they made love. The heel of her foot pressed in against his soft flesh, anchoring herself to him, pressing him deeper inside. He placed his head into her neck and nipped playfully as he began to move, each thrust pinning her to the wall, hair becoming dishevelled against it.
‘I’ll… make you a deal,’ he managed to say in between increasingly ragged breaths. ‘How about… I make you scream first,’ he continued, ‘Before we… worry about me?’
‘H..honey,’ she replied breathlessly, ‘That’s all I ever wanted… you only had to speak up for yourself.’
Their pace quickened, and his hand snaked down between them to her heated sex and began his favourite past-time – bringing his girl everything she wanted.