Authors: D. T. Jones
“That sounds far less safe than the movie had been?”
“Trust me?” he asked tossing several bills of paper money on the table. Sandra nodded, watching his smile encompass his entire face and eyes.
They waved to Maurice as they stepped out the door and back onto the sidewalk. He opened the umbrella before leaving the shelter of the awning and wrapped her in his warm embrace as they hurried down the few short blocks to their flat.
Once inside their home, he turned and shut the door, locking it before glancing back to her with the familiar seductive grin. Without a word he took her hand and led her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them and encasing them in near darkness with only the lights from the street shining through the open drapes. Sandra’s heart began to beat wildly; her anxiety and excitement took control of her nerve endings, making her feel very sensitive and alive.
He brushed up against her, his hand trailing around her bottom as he passed, walking into the bathroom. The sound of
running water echoed through the stillness and she smiled again. He stepped out of the adjoining room a moment later and wiggled his forefinger to her, causing her to bite her lip to prevent herself from giggling. He had not only started a bath, but had removed all of his clothing and stood in the doorway; his erection was the evidence of the anticipation of their evening and what he had planned.
Sandra walked into the bathroom, her hand
accidentally
brushing his hard shaft as she passed, lifting her dark green pullover sweater across her head and smiling as he inhaled sharply. She stood by the double sinks unfastening the waistband of her pants and slowly pulled them off to reveal the thin fabric of her red hot panties. He frowned slightly when he saw them; he had grown used to her being completely bare beneath her clothes and she fought the urge to laugh as she watched his expression while she slipped them off her hips, dropping them to the floor around her ankles.
Without a word, she stepped to the tub and climbed over the edge, smiling innocently to him before sitting down in the water between the bubbling jets. Creighton joined her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and easing her back against his chest. He snuggled her close, kissing her neck and caressing her arms before cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing across her erect nipples. Sandra felt the heat warming her, making her feel the erotic desire of passion begin to flow through her veins.
Several long moments slipped by as he massaged various parts of her body, loving and caressing each area in turn. By the time he was finished, her skin was alive and tingling, waiting for his next move.
“Are you tired, or can we play?” he asked against her ear.
“I can’t imagine ever being that tired,” she assured him. “What did you have in mind?”
“Something very intense and very domineering; you have to surrender your complete trust to me.”
“Don’t I always?” she asked, turning her head to look into his handsome face.
“Yes you do,” he answered, his eyes pooling with the love and emotion that burned inside him. “Let’s go to bed.” Creighton stood up from the water and took her by the hand, stepping onto the tiled floor with her. He kissed her briefly then reached for a towel and quickly dried her off before rubbing it across his own body.
“Are you ready to get trussed up like the naughty, naked kitten?” he asked, walking back into the bedroom with her. Sandra narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled.
“I’m
far from being a cat,” she told him.
“Really?
Why do you think they call this a pussy?” he asked caressing her between the legs. She frowned at him again, feigning irritation.
“I
don’t like that word; it's vulgar,” she scolded.
“But
it’s a proper word.”
“How
do you see that?”
“Because
when I pet it, you purr. Just like a…”
“Don’t
say it again,” she ordered, and he laughed, leaning in to kiss her.
“Ready?”
he asked again.
“Whenever
you are,” she answered and waited as he walked to the foot of the bed, lifting the black bag and unzipping the compartments.
“I’m
not going to blindfold you this time,” he told her tossing the feline mask aside. “I’m not going to do anything so wicked, that you’ll be embarrassed and I want you to see everything I do to you.”
Sandra
blushed scarlet causing him to laugh again. He walked back to the side of the bed and lowered her down to the covers, deftly moved to her hands and stretching them above her head as she lay out across the mattress. He cuffed them securely to the wooden posts then returned to the end of the bed where he spread her legs apart and fastened them to the footboard. He picked up the nipple clamps and slowly crawling up between her legs, straddling her waist, pressing his hard erection against her belly.
“We’ll
use these again, since you seem to be getting used to them.” He told her, bending over to kiss and suckle her nipples until they were hard pebbles; the heat of his mouth sending erratic waves of desire coursing through her. He took one nipple between his finger and thumb, pulling on it to elongate it, then slipped on the clamp and snugged it down without making it tight.
Sandra
moaned at the sensation then nearly growled when he bent over her, running his tongue along the exposed nipple and smiling as she sighed deeply. He turned his attention to the other side repeating the familiar action until both clamps were in place. She was sensitive, more so than normal it seemed, but her breasts quickly adjusted and she smiled at him. Once she was
trussed up
as he called it in the cuffs and diamonds, he leaned back on his heels to admire his work.
“That
is a sight worthy of Tiffany’s,” he insisted, climbing off her to stand beside the bed. “Yes, quite nice indeed. Perhaps I should send a picture to the corporate office and show them what a real gem looks like.”
“Don’t you dare!” she snapped, a look of horror on her face knowing there was nothing she could do to prevent him. Fortunately he laughed again, making her aware that he had been joking.
“I would never allow another person to look at this body,” he assured her. “It belongs to me alone. Now, let’s see how much you can handle before you pass out.”
Creighton
walked back to the end of the bed and picked up the feather duster. He smiled wickedly and she bit her lip to keep from giggling as he slowly ran it across the top of her foot, around the side and down to the sole. Sandra tried to wiggle, but it was useless; she was held securely in place, the only thing she could do was wiggle her toes. He slowly and deliberately tickled the feathers up her inner thigh, brushing against her crotch and down the opposite side. She relented and began laughing, squirming as much as possible while he moved the feathers up the outside of her legs, across her tummy. He tickled along her sides, to her breasts and over her imprisoned nipples, causing her to moan loudly followed closely with another laugh.
The torture
continued for several moments before he leaned down and licking the tip of her penned nipples; making her growl softly with the mixture of pain and pleasure. With a sly grin, he returned to the foot of the bed and glanced up at her flushed face as he picked up the blue rabbit and turned it on, holding it up for her to see. Sandra bit her bottom lip again as he began to caress her labia with his warm hand, her flesh still sensitized by his tickling. The tip of the vibrator pressed against her moist opening, and he slowly pushed forward a little further bending over and running his hot, wet tongue along the lips of her vagina.
“Delightful,”
he whispered, spreading her labia with his fingers and licking her swollen clitoris. Sandra moaned, closing her eyes as he picked up the speed of his tongue, biting and sucking the small bud until she tried to arch her back. Quickly, he thrust the vibrator deep into her, positioning the bunny ears around her clitoris and turned the switch to its maximum setting.
Sandra
gasped trying to squirm against the abrupt thrills radiating through her, but he held her in place with a large hand across her tummy while he bent over her again and licked her throbbing clitoris, making her cry out as she suddenly climaxed, flooding her soul with a deep relief.
A
few agonizing moments passed before he relented and turned the rabbit’s vibrations down to a very slow pulsating motion but left it positioned inside her. He rose up and looked into her eyes as she slowly came down, smiling a wicked grin when she looked at him, panting for air.
“That was good,”
he told her as he picked up the riding crop. “But I think you can handle more.” Sandra screwed her eyes shut, readying herself for the arousing, stinging sensation.
“Open
your eyes or I’ll stop everything.” She immediately obeyed, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth to steady her nerves. Creighton held her gaze with his as he slid the tip of the crop down her torso, to her crotch and over her inner thigh. He swatted the outside of her hip, causing her to yelp in surprise. She wasn’t expecting him to hit her there and was trying to anticipate his next move, when he slapped the opposite hip. He moved back to the first hip and flicked the crop against her delicate flesh and she screeched. Sandra quickly began to sense a pattern when the leather struck the opposite hip again and was prepared for the next stinging bite, but instead of her hip, he flipped it across her his initials and she whimpered loudly, the sound mingling with a soft moan.
Creighton
caressed her legs and inner thighs with the leather, causing chills to run along her spine, her muscles tensed trying to anticipate his next action, her lower limbs shaking with desire. He turned the vibrator speed up slightly and trailed the crop across her ribs and over her tummy then back down to her side and hip. Without rhyme or reason, he flipped the side of her breast and she inhaled sharply, biting her lower lip.
Sandra
couldn’t resist the sensations burning through her; she closed her eyes and fell into them, relishing the bite of the crop against the opposite breast and back to the first. The torturous treatment continued causing just a moment’s pain followed by the most delicious heat of arousal, basking her in the warmth and expectancy of his movements.
Each flip of the leather took her desire to a new height as he traveled
further up the round globes to her clamped nipples until she thought she would go insane, but then he stopped suddenly and removed the diamond restraints, suckling her throbbing nipples into the heat of his mouth. When he had finished, he looked into her eyes again and smiled. She felt dizzy, the knowledge of what he was doing and the reaction to his passionate assault caused her mind to reel; she knew what was about to happen and welcomed it, her mind felt like she was spinning on a slow Ferris wheel.
“You
look beautiful,” he told her, kissing her lips as he lay the riding crop across her stomach and reached down between her legs, slowly moving the vibrator in and out of her. Sandra tried to resist, she wanted to feel the release deep inside her core, but he turned the speed up all the way and wedged it further into her vagina, his thumb brushing her clitoris.
He
straightened up above her, watching the heat and passion fill her face as he retrieved the crop, striking her breasts again, taking her by surprise; her shoulders lifting slightly off the bed, followed by her hips.
“So
you want spanked there too?” he asked with a wicked grin, granting her silent pleas, flipping the leather crop against her wet labia.
“Again?”
he asked and she nodded. He slapped her a second time before reaching down and opening her lips.
“More?”
he whispered and she nodded; her breath a deep ragged pant. She felt the loss of her control; all sanity vanishing with one simple word.
“Please,”
she pleaded, straining against the soft cuffs holding her to the bed. “Harder.”
Creighton’
s eyes widened and he quickly obliged her request and slapped the crop against her clitoris, hard. Sandra screamed, her eyes closed, her breath a ragged pant as the stinging sensation traveled up her stomach and down her legs simultaneously, causing her slender body to twitch. He didn’t move for a moment, waiting for her to regain her composure and open her eyes. When she did, he raised a single eyebrow questioningly to her causing her to smile rather shakily.
“Again,”
she ordered.
“Hard?”
he asked,
“Yes; and
don’t stop.”
“What
do you want me to do to you?” he asked and she moaned.
“Make
me come,” she panted. Creighton obeyed, slapping the crop against her swollen clitoris once, twice, three times until he knew she was lost. She screamed out his name, feeling the sensation of her climax radiate over her, the heat of release traveling through her veins.
When
the leather struck her a fourth time, she found the strength to arch her back against the cuffs and cried out, a savage sound echoed through the room and she held tight to the vibrator inside her. Her body shook, her limbs pulling at the cuffs as Creighton slapped her one last time and watched as she writhed beneath his assault, her body convulsing against her climax.