Falloir (Passion Noire Book 2) (22 page)

‘Take off my nylons and don’t mark them.’

He nods, eagerly reaching forward to begin rolling one down my leg. Once it’s started, he uses the palms of his hands to avoid ragging the delicate fabric with fingernails or rough skin. So far, he’s giving a masterclass in male submission—I should be selling tickets. When he’s lifting the second one off my foot, I instruct him to pass them to me. I double them up and wrap them around his head to blindfold him. Just as efficient as a traditional blindfold but, for a foot fetishist, much more arousing.

I instruct him to stand with his feet apart and then adjust my position so my feet rest on his chest when my legs are bent. I’d usually have my sub on their knees but, since the whip has taken my fancy, I want unimpeded access to all of him. I inch a foot further and further up his chest, pausing when I reach his collar bone.

‘Take it and suck it clean,’ I hiss. He doesn’t hesitate, his hand gently lifting my foot as though it were a priceless artefact. I see him inhale before he closes his lips around my big toe. I grin at his audacity, wondering whether he just couldn’t help himself or whether he was subtly initiating a punishment. Either way works for me, I flick my wrist, the whip obeying and the popper flicks against his arse cheek. Through my foot, I feel him stiffen and I absorb the vibrations of his groan across my toe.

‘Too slow. Hurry up. I don’t have all night,’ I mutter, flicking my wrist again, this time aiming a little further across. The popper gets the inside of a thigh as his mouth moves along to take the four remaining toes into his mouth. Again, I feel his groan. There’s tension in his neck now and his breathing is deeper than ever. The mix of verbal and physical humiliation, along with a little bit of pain seems to be ticking his boxes, just as it’s ticking mine.

‘You call that sucking? This is why men should be able to give themselves a blow job, they’d soon learn how to use their mouths properly,’ I taunt, flicking my wrist with precision so that this time, the popper at the end of the thong glances against his balls. The vibrations from that sustained groan do all sorts of delectable things to my insides.

We repeat with my other foot but, for some reason, the whip seems to aim itself at his cock and balls most of the time because my eyes keep fluttering closed, such is the blissful feeling of his tongue between my toes. I open them again and see Jones with his mouth around my big toe, sucking with hollowed cheeks making his high cheekbones appear even more pronounced. I pull my foot out of Prey’s mouth hastily to shatter the illusion.

‘Enough. That was pathetic. That mouth obviously needs practice.’ I stand and push him on to the bed. He lands face down and I observe the tiny pink marks on his arse cheeks. Oh, I’m good—there’s barely a trace of that whip. ‘Turn over unless you’re requesting a good pegging,’ I tease. Pegging was on his list of soft limits.

Hastily he turns over and I see his hands reach out and explore where he is in relation to the edges of the bed. He centralises himself without any fuss as I rid myself of my thong. I pick up a suede flogger and slip a rubber cock ring over my finger. When he finally gives in and that cock hardens, it’s going to be something epic. I’m not taking any chances; as soon as he loses his mental battle, that ring is going on. I want that cock as hard as iron because I have a sneaking suspicion that his prowess with orgasm control will be as impressive as his erection control. I plan on riding that cock like I stole it.

I lean over him and take his hands. Most subs love the thrill of being immobilised and at your mercy, who am I to disappoint? Once he’s securely cuffed so that his wrists are together above his head and then anchored to the bed frame, I crawl on to the bed and kneel over his head, facing down his body. I pull the blindfold up from his eyes ... he’s not going to be seeing much anyway. I see his cock twitch and it makes me grin happily. By the time he’s given me a couple of well-deserved orgasms, that cock will be like a stone pillar.

I lower myself on to his awaiting face and allow him an unrestricted tasting session, not allowing myself to rest on him so he can move his head a little. I trail the suede fronds of the flogger up and down his chest as he works me up to my first orgasm. It’s not only my first with him, it’s my first today. In fact, I realise irritably, it’s my first in days. What the fucking hell is the world coming to? I don’t usually go half a day without coming one way or another. And when I come, it’s very unusual for it to be an isolated incident ... I usually subscribe to half a dozen, at least.
Fuck.

When he’s earned my first, thanks to a none too gentle lip lock on my clit, I set to work on my second, allowing myself to rest on his head. As I hump his face as though it’s a race to my next orgasm, I begin to gently taunt his genitals with those soft fronds. I say taunt because he knows, as well as I do, that at any moment, those tassels could find their bite at my instruction. In fact, I dare say he’s banking on it. I lift the fronds from his skin and watch him try not to tense in preparation. I smirk and then continue softly trailing them along his sleeping cock. Yeah, I’m a meanie. Sue me.

Argh!
I almost freeze but catch myself and keep moving as another orgasm is prematurely triggered. Whether he detects my miniscule jerk, I don’t know. If he does, he’s laughing down there. After my trick with the flogger, he must have pulled his lips back, baring his teeth and, as I grind down, it takes me by surprise, catching my clit and triggering my second climax of the night. I flick my wrist and hear the satisfying smack of the suede against his package. He might have detected my involuntary appreciation but there was no denying his reaction. He freezes and I feel as well as hear his response between my legs. But then, just to add insult to injury, he begins to lose the battle with his cock.

I lunge forward and roll the ring over his cock, pleased with the choice from my selection. This one has soft studs and it can roll back and forth, just a little, increasing circulation. Perfect for a long haul fucking session and, not unpleasant for me to experience if it rolls up his cock from time to time when I’m riding it. His cock is rapidly hardening under my touch and, by the time I’ve finished minutely adjusting the ring, for no other reason than I want to feel the cock harden in my hands, it’s quite a sight.

I sit back and instruct him to stick his tongue out. I noticed earlier that his cock’s not the only thing that’s above average size around here. I fuck his tongue as my fingers of one hand circle my clit. The sight of that cock is mesmerising. I’m tempted to scramble forward and impale my demanding pussy on it but I resist and appease myself by flogging it instead. The cock ring’s biting into his flesh and the head’s now a mouth-watering shade of puce. It’s an angry cock. Rock hard. Begging for attention. I can’t resist.

I lean forward, thanking my lucky stars for the fact that at five foot eight, a sixty-nine is a piece of piss. Prey gets to work with that mouth again. I was only joking about his lack of suction—he could rival a Dyson, the only difference is that he’s not bagless and, as I suck said bags into my mouth, there’s no loss of suction from him, but I feel his thighs tense. I let his balls slide out of my mouth and then move so I can spit on his cock. I’m not kidding when I say the thing is mesmerising; I have to tear my eyes away in order to obey the urge to taste him. I’m not sure about taking that monster into the back of my throat, he might give me an impromptu tonsillectomy.

I’m not wrong. Within moments, I’m gagging. The resultant saliva makes it an incredibly wet and sloppy affair. Just the way he likes it ... but then, show me a man who doesn’t. I can get my lips to touch the cock ring but I can’t hold it there without triggering my gag reflex. Damn, that’s a cock and a half. My sphincter twitches and tries to lock down ... it’s not stupid.

My pussy, on the other hand, is flat on her back with her legs in the air. She’s such a shameless slut. I have to agree, she has a point ...

I allow him to make me come twice more as I bring him as close as I possibly can with my mouth without spoiling my planned main course. My fucking jaw aches like a bitch making me turn away and pull faces to exercise it when I release him. Who knew there was a downside to a guy being so practised at orgasm control? Much more of that and I’d be in danger of a dislocated jaw.

Not knowing his cock, I can only assume that the cock ring is doing its job but I begin to wish that I’d seen how firm he could keep his cock without assistance. I roll it off, smirking when I hear his breath whistle out through gritted teeth. Yeah, unrolling a flexible cock ring over a tender cock that’s been brought close and then denied is pleasurably painful ... not to mention those little studs that provide additional stimulation. No wonder he’s pulling against his restraints.

I pull my stockings back over his eyes but I’m interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I spin around, preparing to make whoever it was that dared to walk in on me wish that they hadn’t, but the vitriol gets stuck in my throat. It’s Gabe and he’s wearing a very odd expression. I stride over and usher him into the corridor, not wanting my Prey to overhear. ‘Give me a moment,’ I say before I close the door behind me.

I glare at Gabe—I’m fuming. He’d better have a good reason for barging in like that.

‘Well?’ I hiss, keeping my voice down which, believe me, requires some considerable effort.

‘You didn’t text me to let me know you were here or to ask for drinks,’ he says with a shrug but his eyes can’t meet mine.

‘Gabe. He’s a trusted member. I don’t need to. If I’d been worried or if I’d wanted drinks bringing through, I would have texted you. I can’t believe your lack of manners or respect. What the hell’s with you?’ I can’t help but speak to him as though he’s a stroppy teenager since he’s sure as hell acting like one.

‘I was worried about you so I thought I’d check up on you. My mistake. I shan’t bother again,’ he spits before marching off down the corridor.

What the ...?
My fists clench at my sides as I battle with the urge to call him out on his attitude. We have an agreement. One that I’ve stuck to... . okay, so I don’t know Prey’s name but I know of him and I know his status here. He is a trusted member—my agreement with Gabe is for those that aren’t on that list. I take a couple of deep breaths and force my hands to relax. So much for coming here to de-stress. I close my eyes and push thoughts of Gabe out of my mind. I have more pressing things to attend to.

That puts a smile back on my face. I slip back inside the room and close the door quietly. Prey’s restrained and blindfolded so his other senses will compensate. The door closing almost silently will sound, to him, like a door that’s been pushed closed. And, although I’m barefoot, he’ll hear my feet whispering across the floor. The anticipation of me reaching him, touching him will be taking over his mind. I see his semi-softened cock (thanks a lot, Gabe) preparing to stand to attention once more.

I walk to my sideboard and pause, not opening it, not making a sound. His mind will be trying to work out where I am, what I’m doing. Timing is crucial. I wait a moment or two before opening the sideboard and rummaging through my prized possessions. I walk to the foot of the bed and cuff his ankles then wait. He’s the image of tranquillity, apart from his cock that’s clearly demanding attention, but inside he’s trying to figure out how, where, when my next move is coming.

I’ll give him a clue. I flick the lighter and I see recognition flit across his features. I light the candle and place it on a shelf, giving a fake cough to disguise the sound, then I wait, giving it time to melt the wax and plenty of time for him to anticipate the hot, molten wax hitting his flesh. I get on the mattress, standing directly over his middle, facing his feet and then pause. I can see him fighting the urge to tense. He’s preparing himself and forcing himself to remain relaxed. It’s psychological play and nothing more, but he doesn’t know that. The candle’s still sitting on the shelf but its heady fragrance is adding to the intoxicating expectation.

I crouch and grasp his cock. He all but trembles then relaxes as he realises I’m only holding it. For now.

‘Ready?’ I whisper and I watch a wave of anticipatory shivers dance across his skin.

‘Yes,’ he whispers back.

The memory of feeling rejected when Jones refused to fuck me pops into my head from nowhere. I banish it immediately. I’m here with Prey and he certainly isn’t going to refuse to fuck me. Fuck Jones. Fuck him to hell and back. I’d rather have an experienced sub like Prey any day.

I bow my head and collect all of the saliva I can and spit on the head of his cock. Immediately, he pulls tight against his restraints and groans before his brain can process that it’s not hot wax. By the time it does, my pussy has slammed down, impaling his poor cock with its wet heat. Again, he rails against his bonds. Again, it’s a pure mind fuck. I grin like the deviant I am and begin to ride him reverse cowgirl.

Another couple of g-spot triggered orgasms (man, I love that position) and he’s closer than close. I’m tempted to finish it but that’s a bit like owning a Ferrari and never taking it to a track day. You have the best but yet you don’t unleash it. What’s the point of that? The thought occurs to me that it wouldn’t be fair on Prey either ... he’s under the best, it’s only fair that he gets the full experience.

I grin in indulgent anticipation as I raise my hips and allow his cock to slide out of me. He pulls against his restraints in frustration. It’s no wonder, not only have I denied him his climax, but the tender head of his cock landed with a thud against his belly.