“Such a good girl.” His praise warms me. “So very beautiful.” His lips meet mine, as a reward, and he sucks my lower lip between his teeth. Sharp lust spikes in me; sharp, painful lust. I moan again, this time into his mouth.
His hand slides down my abdomen, almost in slow motion, towards the cleft between my legs. His fingers tease, gliding on my mound, but he refuses to part my pussy and satiate the feverish need within me. Instead, he torments me with excruciatingly slow strokes.
“Nikolai,” I protest with a groan. “Stop teasing me.”
A stinging slap greets that complaint, right on my mound. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, myshka, or do I have to punish you?”
Don’t stop touching me, I want to plead. “I’ll be good, Sir,” I sob out.
If he senses my desperation and my fervour, he doesn’t give any indication. His hands glide up the inside of my thighs, and I hold my breath in anticipation, but though he comes close to my folds, he refuses to make contact. Instead, his nails rake at my skin, and I whimper again. I shut my eyes and surrender to the pleasure.
“No, Allie.” He sounds disapproving, and his fingers tug at the chain connecting the nipple clamps, sending jolts of pain running through my body. “Keep your eyes open.”
I force them open in response to his order, and he tugs at the chain again. I feel my pussy clench, and I gush as he handles me with sure control.
“Do you want me to do this, Allie?” he teases, swiping a finger through my dripping slit.
“Oh, god, please, yes Sir.” The words come out in a rush. I can’t think. Everything hurts in the best kind of way.
“Or do you want me to do this instead?” He drops to his knees, and one hand curves around my ass, pulling my pussy close to his mouth. His tongue snakes out and traces a path through my folds, and I throw my head back in complete abandon.
“Yes, please,” I exhale.
The flat of his tongue laps at my pussy, and I spread my legs for him. He chuckles at my cooperation, but he doesn’t rebuke me for breaking position. Instead, he feasts on me, circling my clitoris with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his teeth. Lust skyrockets in me; my hands clench at my sides. The fact that I can’t touch him back? Every bit of awareness and focus turns inward, and I feel each little lick on my body with startling clarity.
His fingers replace his mouth, and this time, he isn’t teasing me, not nearly as much. His forefinger nudges my lips apart, and pushes into my wet, willing pussy. I bite my lips, and attempt to stifle my increasingly louder moans.
“Suck,” he orders, and I open my mouth and lick my juices from his fingers. “Good girl,” he commends me, and once again, I feel a heady rush of pleasure at his praise.
He flicks at my clitoris, and strokes me with purpose. I feel my lust rise, higher and higher, till I’m almost ready to burst with the overload of sensation. I start to open my mouth, to try and voice the words to beg for my orgasm, but he can tell I’m close, and he stops.
It seems that I am not to be allowed to come. Not just yet.
Again, he moves away, and when he returns, he has a black satin scarf in his hands. “Close your eyes, Allie,” he orders, as he ties the scarf over my eyes, as a makeshift blindfold. “Can you see anything?”
Sudden darkness has claimed me. “No Sir.” My voice is soft and hesitant.
“Relax, myshka.” His voice is gentle. “This is about pleasure, not pain.”
I’m not sure whether to be reassured by that, or whether to be disappointed. I settle for neither. I just once again try to deliberately clear my mind. It doesn’t matter. Nikolai will bring me pain or pleasure, as he desires. My only role is to accept. To allow myself to accept this abdication of responsibility that he offers me.
“Sit.” His hands guide me towards the table, and his knees nudge my legs apart. My fingers curl around the edge of the table. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes Sir.”
“That’s quite flattering, Allie.” He sounds wryly amused. “Do you have a safe word you want to use, or do you want to use the traffic system? Red, yellow, green?”
“The traffic system, Sir.”
“Okay.” His hand moves over my throat, and he tilts my head up, and lowers his mouth on mine. I exhale as desire once again floods through me. His kisses arouse longing in me, and it’s everything I can do to remain seated with my legs spread apart, my hands resting behind me.
Once again, he explores my body, his palm gliding over my skin. The clamps are tugged gently, and heat explodes in me. His fingers tease their way past my belly button, once again to my pussy, where he discovers I’m soaking wet. My eyes blindfolded as they are, every other sense feels so much keener. I swear that I can smell my arousal in the air. I am convinced I can hear each mingled inhale and exhale of breath.