Authors: Madeline Moore
‘I won’t, I promise.’ His hand went back into the bag. ‘How’s your bottom healing, Sarah?’
‘It’s all better, thanks. Ready for you.’
‘Hmm. Last time I looked – a couple of minutes ago – it was still bruised. Perhaps come morning?’ He took something out of the bag but he was turned away from her so she couldn’t see what it was.
John picked two pillows up from the floor and wedged them under her bum, lifting it. ‘Feeling stretched enough now?’ he asked.
‘Please?’
‘Please what?’
‘Do it to me, whatever it is you’re going to do.’
‘The woman in the movie – she was begging.’
‘I’m begging.’
‘You think? I have some things that’ll make your pleading more sincere.’
‘Show me, please?’
‘Ever use this stuff?’ John held up a small glass bottle with a pump top.
‘Lubricant? Don’t need it. I lubricate just fine, naturally.’
‘Yes and no. It’s a sensitising gel, made in the UK, called Play O. A lady friend of mine recommended it, but I’ve never tried it on anyone. It’ll be a first for both of us.’
‘How does it work?’
He half sat, half lay next to Sarah. ‘First,’ he announced, we expose that cute little clit of yours.’
Concerned, Sarah asked, ‘Is it little? Too little?’
‘Silly girl! Of course not. It
is
cute, though.’ He rested his palm on her mound. One finger curled down and between her pussy lips. ‘You horny little thing! Its head is exposed already, before I touched you.’
‘John,’ she said, ‘you’ve been touching me one way or another ever since you got back from your meeting. You’ve kept that little button of mine swollen non-stop, except maybe for a little while just after you made me climax.’
‘I’m flattered.’ He took the bottle in one hand and pumped a pea-sized blob onto the index finger of his other hand.
‘Is that enough?’ Sarah asked.
‘That’s the recommended quantity. We’ll see if you need more.’ His hand returned to her mound.
Sarah felt a slight chill as he deposited the gel onto her clit. ‘Now what?’ she asked.
‘We wait and see.’ John leant over her, his hand still resting lightly on her sex, and kissed her for the first time.
His tongue was playful with hers. The kiss was gentle, questing, nowhere near the demanding force she’d expected. She melted into it.
That ghost of a tingle started in her clit but that was no wonder; erotic expectations did that to her, but the ghost became a real tingle in less time than it took her to suck in a deep breath and the tingle got warmer until, just as it began to feel uncomfortably hot, hot became cold, as cold as an exposed nose on a prairie February, and then the tingle turned ferocious.
The pad of his fingertip was making gentle circles on her clit’s head.
A ‘Mmmph!’ burst from Sarah’s mouth.
John pulled back from their kiss. ‘How does it feel?’
‘Good. Fuck me!’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘That good, huh?’
‘Please,
please?
’
‘But I’ve only just begun to tease you, Sarah.’
She jerked at her manacles. ‘I can’t stand it!’
‘You have no choice but to endure it for as long as I decide that you shall.’
‘Hurt me, then, please, John. I’m sure I could come from pain.’
‘You asked me to tease you. Remember what Oscar Wilde said, “Be careful what you wish for; you might get it”?’
‘Fuck Oscar Wilde!’
That made John laugh out loud. ‘I’d rather fuck you, thanks, and I will, but not just yet. Perhaps this will help?’ He showed her a vibrator, a ten-inch ivory-coloured cylinder with fluted sides and a slightly lopsided smooth head.
‘You’re going to fuck me with that?’
‘Perhaps, later.’
‘
Now!
’
The sadistic bastard leant over her on one elbow and sucked her tongue into his mouth. Sarah wanted to keep kissing him for hours. He was as enthusiastic and artful as she in that department, but … Cool plastic touched the tip of her hip bone and began to tremble. The tremble became intense vibrations. She could feel it through her pelvic bone. His tongue pushed hers back into her mouth and followed it. Her lips closed on it softly, imitating the lips of her sex for his tongue-cock to fuck.
Sarah tried to twist her hips sideways to get the vibrator closer to where she desperately needed it but an inch was all the play her bonds allowed her. As John tongue-fucked her wet and yielding mouth, he trailed the instrument of torture slowly down the crease of her groin. It reached the plumpness of her pussy’s left lip. There it rested, vibrating her pussy, not penetrating her, not making contact with her aching clit.
Sarah mumbled, ‘John, John,’ and broke the kiss.
He drew back and trailed the squirmy wet tip of his tongue down the side of her neck, lapped its hollow, then across the smooth skin of her breast to her nipple. He took that engorged nub between his pursed lips and suckled on it like a baby, drawing it in and out, sending threads of pulsating sensation deep into her flesh.
‘On my clit, John. Please? Let me come, John. Do my clit and I promise to worship you forever. I’ll suck you, fuck you, you can fuck me up the ass – anything you fucking well want, just so you let me climax.’
‘You’d crawl for me?’
‘Yes, yes!’
‘On your hands and knees?’
‘Yes!’
‘You want to be my slave?’
‘Yes, please let me be your slave, please, John. Use me, abuse me, do whatever you fucking well like to me, just so you let me come.’
He told her nipple, ‘Now you’re begging.’
‘Begging enough? Enough that you’ll do it for me?’
‘Soon, or pretty soon, anyway.’ He ran the vibrator’s head along the crinkled crease where her pussy lips met and paused with it a fraction of an inch away from the shaft of her straining clit.
‘You bastard! You fucking bastard. You’re killing me!’
He chuckled and moved the tip of the vibrator to rest beside her clit, pressing into the crease between it and fleshiness that bracketed it. ‘Sarah, is that nice? Calling me names?’
‘Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean it.’
‘I’m partial to dirty talk in bed, though I prefer to be the one doing the name calling.’
‘Sorry. It’s just that I’m going mad!’
‘You really want me to make you climax?’
‘Yes, yes, yes.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Oh fuck!’ Sarah babbled, unable to form words, terrified of
blurting
out the wrong ones. She’d promised him everything she could think of and still he was showing her no mercy. Much more of this and she’d burst into tears of frustration. How could a man be so cruel?
His mouth descended onto hers again, this time ravishing her, demanding that she yield. He was the best kisser ever. She wished she could relax into his kisses but her need was far too sharp. The vibrator lifted. She heard its song change, becoming even higher pitched. It touched her, moved a fraction, then pressed down. He held it parallel to her clit’s shaft, snug against it, where its divine vibrations shivered through her pubic bone and trembled into her core.
Sarah twisted her face desperately away from John’s voraciously demanding mouth so that the ‘yips’ could stream out from between her lips in one long ecstatic stream.
When she finally fell silent, he asked her, ‘How was it?’
Sarah lay panting, her chest heaving, looking up with glazed blue eyes into his amused black ones. Eventually, she managed a carefully controlled, ‘Good, John. Very good, thanks.’
‘The gel works then?’
She giggled. ‘Yes, I think you could say that.’
‘More?’
The thought of enduring what she’d just been subjected to again terrified her, and was totally irresistible. She asked, ‘I’m dry. Drink first?’
He fetched a flute of champagne, held her head up and tipped it to her lips. Sarah let the liquid gold flow down her throat.
‘More wine?’ he asked.
‘No, not yet. Are you going to do it to me again, John?’
‘Not exactly.’ He cupped her mound and squeezed.
Sarah squelched, and she wasn’t ashamed. ‘I can take it, I promise,’ she said. ‘No matter how much I beg or curse, I can take it. John, I admit, it’s torture, but, please, tease me and tease me until I scream.’
He reached to her right wrist and worked the buckle.
‘You aren’t releasing me yet, are you?’
‘Only partly. You want more teasing? Very well, but I’m not going to be the one who does it.’
‘Who will?’ she asked, suddenly alarmed. Sarah looked from side to side. Had he brought a friend to share her with? That woman who’d recommended the gel? If so, how did she feel about that possibility?
‘Silly. There’s no one else here. I meant that you are going to tease yourself.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘You don’t have to, not yet.’ He picked up the gel container. ‘Ready?’
Sarah lowered her eyes. ‘I’m still … There’s still a tingle left, just a ghost of one, so yes, I’m very, very ready.’
‘
Incroyable!
’
Did he really speak French? It wouldn’t surprise her; he was obviously a well-educated man.
This time he pumped the droplet of gel directly onto her clit’s head. Sarah wriggled. The tingle started.
John walked around the foot of the bed to sit back on it to her left. He told her, ‘Play with yourself, Sarah. Diddle yourself, but slowly. Show me just how long you can make it last.’
‘Vibrator?’
‘No, use just your fingers. I want to see how you play with yourself when you’re alone.’
The tingling in her clit had become an erotic itch that screamed to be rubbed, but he wanted her to show him how long she could make it last. Sarah bit her lower lip. She was desperate for another orgasm but he was testing her to see how well she could control her own lust. Her needs were in direct conflict. Delay her own release, or disappoint John? Cater to her physical needs, or her emotional ones? She was tortured, and it was all his doing.
She’d show him!
Sarah turned her head, glanced at his rigid erection, then lifted her eyes to gaze directly into his. Despite her clit’s desperate craving, she cupped her right breast on her palm and gently compressed it. John’s eyes followed her movement.
Pupils
dilate when they see something they like, don’t they? It was hard to tell with John because his irises were almost the colour of his pupils, but if she watched carefully … She made her grip relax, then tighten, sending ripples through the firm flesh of her breast. Did his eyes widen? When she let her index finger flip across the nub of her nipple, did they open even further? How about if she rolled her nipple between her thumb and index finger? Yes, he definitely reacted. Sarah dropped her eyes to his lap. His cock looked as hard as a candy cane. As a girl, she’d loved to suck on candy canes. She used her eyes to direct his to his own rigid shaft and pursed her lips.
John grinned. ‘Bitch!’ There was warm admiration in his voice.
She wasn’t at all insulted, quite the opposite. It excited her. So he liked her to tease him back, did he? Very well … Sarah took her nipple by its very tip and pulled it away from her chest, elongating her breast obscenely. John’s face became intent. Good! She shook her flesh by her grip on her nipple. Jags of sweet sensation crackled from her nipple to her clit, stoking its need. Her clit sparkled with desire.
John’s left fist closed around the column of flesh that jutted from his lap. He wanted to watch her toy with herself, did he? What’s sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose! She’d get extra kicks from watching him as he jerked off, if she could persuade him to, and the best way to persuade him would be to tell him so, as he so loved her to talk dirty.
Sarah made her voice go husky. ‘Stroke it, John. Show me how much I turn you on. Stroke that lovely long cock of yours for me, please?’
‘You want to make this a contest?’ he asked. ‘Who can outlast the other?’
Sarah nodded and licked her lips. ‘But I’ve got that gel on my clit, so it wouldn’t be fair.’
‘Very well, though it’s intended for women.’ He picked up the little glass container and pumped a generous blob of the gel directly onto the eye of his cock. ‘Fair now?’
‘Almost fair,’ she agreed. ‘But aren’t you going to rub it in?’
‘You haven’t,’ he pointed out, ‘but OK.’ His palm glossed over his dome, spreading the gel.
Sarah watched his face. The corners of his mouth twitched. The gel had to be starting to work but he was exercising control, which was what this little game was all about.
Sarah twisted her nipple. John gave his shaft a long slow stroke. They stared into each other’s eyes. Sarah smoothed her only free hand down her own body, over the dimple of her navel, until her fingertips reached the smooth pillow of her mound. She pressed down hard, depressing and tilting her clit’s shaft, pulling its sheath further back. Exposing its pink head more completely.
Yes, he liked to look at her clit’s head, swollen and glistening from its coat of gel. His pleasure showed in his face and in the slight tightening of his grip on his own flesh.
‘Does it tingle, John?’
He nodded.
‘Me too.’ She smoothed a fingertip over the head of her clit, just once, even though inside she was screaming for more.
John changed his grip on himself to two fingers and his thumb.
‘I like to watch you do it to yourself, John,’ she told him. ‘I want to see you climax. I want to watch your face as you shoot your jism. I want to see it spurt out of you. Will you cream on me, John? On my breasts? On my belly? I want to see it.’
He retaliated with, ‘You’ll see it, but not until I watch you squirt from your pussy. You come wetter than any woman I’ve ever known, Sarah. Did you know that? It’s a rare gift. If I had my camera here, I’d record it and play it back late at night, when I’m alone.’
‘You wouldn’t show anyone else?’
‘Not unless you’d like me to.’
‘To that girlfriend of yours?’
‘Friend with benefits, not girlfriend.’
‘You could show her if you liked, John. I wouldn’t mind.’
He chuckled. ‘Wouldn’t mind? You’d love to have your climax recorded and shown off, you kinky little exhibitionist.’