Sasha stood naked,
slightly quivering under his stare. ‘She’s beautiful; perfect.’ “Come, my sweet
Sasha.” He took her arm, guided her across the room and stood in front of her.
When he backed her up, she felt a piece of wooden furniture behind her legs.
Sasha sensed him
kneeling in front of her, and he grasped her left ankle, pulling it to the
side. She felt a strap close around and secure it, and then he moved her right
leg and secured that as well. She was now standing blindfolded, with her feet
spread a little more than shoulder width apart.
“Lean back,” Darien
said gently, and guided her down on a curved, smooth piece of wood. “Put your
hands over your head.”
“Darien, I…”
“Shh, do as I say,
Sasha.”
Sasha slowly lifted
her arms over her head into the air, and Darien took one after the other and
secured them, stretching her over the arch. Sasha felt as though she had been
bound to a big wooden wheel.
Darien could tell
she was beginning to panic, and he bent over and kissed her. “Before we leave,
I’ll take off the blindfold and let you see the rest of the room, but for now I
want you to concentrate on our game without distraction.” He brushed her long
hair off her chest so that it fell in gentle waves down the arch and rested by
her bound hands near the floor. “I want you to remain quiet, Sasha, and I want
you to concentrate only on feeling. Okay?”
Sasha was becoming
scared and she was close to asking him to stop. Part of her was fighting the
urge to tell him to take her back upstairs to the bedroom and to make love to
her as he had before, but the thought of ending this new game distressed her
even more. She tried to calm herself, and she gave a slight nod of acceptance
for him to continue, remembering he had told her not to speak.
Darien sensed her
rising panic, and he leaned down and kissed her again. His tongue followed her
quivering lips and slid into her mouth. It controlled her as he licked along
her palette exploring every tooth, and when they separated, his lips brushed
the corner of her mouth. “Good girl,” he whispered.
Sasha realized she
was calm again. ‘How can he control my emotions like this?’
Sounds from beside
her told her he had walked away, and she heard shuffling noises and realized he
was removing his clothes. Blindfolded, she found herself relying on her other
senses, and her hearing picked up what sounded like the striking of a match. Footsteps
approached her. His hand traveled down the valley between her breasts, and she
gasped when his hands were slowly replaced by his lips as he kissed between her
mounds and worked his way up to one tight peak.
A firm hand smoothed
down her belly and rested for a moment on her hip bone as he suckled, and then
it slowly slipped to her spread folds, already answering with pulsing arousal.
His hand never left her cleft while his mouth attached firmly to one nipple as
he stretched to the side, reaching for something.
When he pulled back
to her, his mouth left her distended sensitive nipple. His other hand continued
to probe her sex. “Quiet, Sasha,” he whispered.
Sasha felt a slight
weight fall on the aroused, taut flesh his mouth had just abandoned, and then
she was aware of a searing pain as the nerves themselves felt electrocuted. She
drew in her breath with a hiss of shock.
The hand working her
pussy became more attentive in its wanderings, distracting her from the
stinging ache of her swollen bud and leaving her a brief memory of the pain and
overwhelming arousal. Sasha bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan.
“Shh.” Darien’s cock
throbbed as if he could feel her confusion and anticipation at the next bite of
dripping wax. He studied his canvas and, tipping his hand, he let the candle
drip an inch above her naval until it pooled in the recess. He felt her sex spasm
against his fingers as she gasped.
Sasha could feel her
eyes beginning to water, and the trembling of her jaw was almost causing her
teeth to chatter. ‘Stop, this has to stop.’ She remained silent, except for her
panting breaths as she worked her way through the fear and the pain. Her anxious
thoughts anticipated the next torture, and she wondered how she would be able
to contain her silence as it bit into her sex.
Instead, the erotic
game took a different twist as his teeth lightly nipped the uncoated peak of
her other breast. Darien could see her preparing to speak, to ask him to end
this game of torment, and he quickly placed the candle on the table and picked
up the other object.
Sasha felt his
erection nestle against her pussy as he leaned forward, and when his hands
lightly captured the sides of her head, she smelled the musk of her juices on
his fingers as he once again met her lips. They parted freely allowing him to
enter, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. If only she could bring him to
the same pinnacle of desire, he would thrust himself into her, bringing her to
the peak of her passion in molten release.
His lips left hers
and she lay there, once again reassured and calmed with her lips slightly
parted as her panting slowed. As his hand caressed her face, she turned towards
the comforting strokes, and when his fingers squeezed slightly, her mouth
instinctively opened wider. She felt the spongy gag pass her lips before her
mind could register and respond. “Shh,” he whispered in her ear, and he stroked
her cheek one more time before resuming his game.
Darien waited an
eternity, an entire minute, as her hips tried to rub her mound into his
erection. He smiled, knowing her mind was frantically trying to anticipate
which part of her would experience the agony next. Her jaw worked the gag and
he was sure she must be close to tears. He stroked himself and his eyes flashed
with desire. Darien had not been this aroused in years, if ever. ‘I have to
have her. She must belong to me.’
She felt fingers
spreading her open and she moaned behind the gag, realizing his intent. The
warm wetness of his tongue worked her folds and flicked lightly on her clit,
forcing it to swell and expose itself.
Sasha shook her
head, trying to will the impending pain away, but his thighs pressed between
hers and held her motionless as the wax covered the engorged bead. She screamed
behind the gag, and he plunged into her. Her channel gripped and pulsed in
erotic confusion as her pussy tightened and convulsed against him. He remained
still, deep inside her, and grabbed her hips as her muscles brought them to an
explosive orgasm.
His own gasping
groan of release drowned out her muffled screams, and after he regained his
composure he gently peeled the wax off her body, watching the quivering of her
breasts and ribs. He knew she was crying, and his thumb stroked her temple.
“Shh, you’re okay.” His hand stroked the length of her arched body and the
shudders began to subside.
He removed the gag
and she remained quiet, with only small mewling sobs escaping her lips. Her
hands were freed, and he guided her up, steadying her before he released her
ankles. Still she said nothing.