We used the scarf again last week, then Christian took it to another level and used ropes the night after that. That night we went to the sex dungeon and he tied me to a metal St. Andrews cross unit.
Tonight, is the sixth night that we’ve tried BDSM and now it seems to be our thing.
If anyone had told me I would like this I wouldn’t have believed them at all.
But, here I am. Chained to Christian Giordano’s bed in his penthouse suite.
Chained and covered in cream and strawberries.
I watch him watching me, assessing my reaction. He’s never eaten food off me before so I’m not sure how to react. There’s no way I can imagine feeling anything other than pleasure though. I’m already wet just for thinking of his mouth on me, his tongue licking all over my body.
I’m completely his and I can’t move at all. I have chains on my wrists and ankles, and I’m laid out spread eagle on the bed waiting for him to take me.
He gets on the bed and I scan over his body, admiring the perfection of his muscles and all that he is.
“You look like you’re enjoying this far too much. However will we have vanilla sex again?” he asks licking some cream off the tip of my right breasts.
“I’m sure we’ll manage,” I answer.
He takes a strawberry and feeds it to me. When I’m done, he pushes his finger into my mouth so I can lick it off.
“I’m sure we will. Remember angel… red is your safe word.” He says with a wide smile knowing I won’t be using any form of safe word.
“I remember,” I say with a smile.
On my word he lowers and starts licking the cream off me and eating the fruit.
“I didn’t know you could taste even better than you already taste.” He smirks.
I don’t get to answer. He takes in my right breast and sucks off the cream with such a force that I feel it everywhere. The intensity tugs on my pussy and I moan trying to reach for him, stopping when the chains clink reminding me that I can’t.
He chuckles and I try to catch my breath. The pleasure feels different this way, amplified so even the slightest touch feels like it’s magnified a hundredfold. The restraint is what does it. Whether that’s a scarf or chains. As long as it can hold you in place it holds you in the glow of pleasure.
I’ve been in this state for over two weeks with this man. This is what we do every night. in the space of time since we agreed to the contract, I’ve had two days off and both nights saw me here. here in this bed with him or having sex in the parking lot in his car.
We haven’t stopped and every time I’m with him those lines between what we are and when we aren’t supposed to be blur. We’ve existed in this bubble of escape. That’s what I call it.
It sure feels like it as I watch him in his pursuit to eat food off my body. By the time he finishes my skin sizzles with the wild sensation of his tongue working my nerves to life.
I’m close to orgasm when he pushes his face between my thighs and starts eating me out.
I writhe against his mouth and the chains now feeling the effect of the chains holding me.
He stops feasting on my pussy to watch me. The smile on his face, a tell that he enjoys doing this to me.
We’ve been in his room for hours and God knows what time it is. he’s already had me three times since I met him this evening, this will be another and I don’t think he has plans to stop there.
The thing about it though is I’ll keep going until he stops.
He runs his finger over my clit and presses hard on the nub making my body jolt from the spark of wild pleasure that courses through me.
“Oh my God!” I moan. He does it again but pressing harder this time.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he says, and I glare back at him in disbelief.
“What? I can’t…” My voice trails off because I can barely talk.
“I mean it. Don’t come until I say.” Another chuckle rumbles deep in the walls of his chest and he slides off the bed. I watch him walk into the closet and he returns with a velvet pouch. I try to figure out what he has inside there, but I can’t.
He takes out a glove. It’s a glove, a thick one and there’s only one hand.
“What is that?” I ask.
“I think I’m going to make you feel it first, then you’ll know what it is.”
What is this man going to do to me?
He sets the glove on his hand and comes back to me. Wiggling the fingers of the gloved hand starts up a buzzing sound. No… not buzzing. Vibrating.
Before I can process my next though Christian places his whole hand back to my pussy and the vibrations from his hand ripple through my body. and Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I feel like I’m on fire and like I’m exploding at the same time.
Holy shit, I arch into the bed, curving with the flow of pleasure. I cry out the ecstasy that races over my skin, burning me up from the inside out. He moves his hand over my pussy. From the start of my mound, over my pussy lips and then pushing inside my passage.
I move against the chains wanting to come desperately.
“It’s too much,” I say, but he answers by pushing one finger inside my core. That’s when my brain checks out completely and I feel like I’m flying.
I’ve never tried drugs, but I think this is how it would feel to be high.
I manage to rasp out a shaky breath against the convulsive waves that shake my body. On that breath I scream to Christian’s satisfaction.
“Please…” I beg and he lowers to plans a kiss on my stomach.
“Come, come angel. Come for me,” he says in a playful voice.
My body set to follow his command obeys and I come. I come so hard I shudder from the raw pleasure. First it feels like too much then I can’t get enough of the sweet luxuriating sensation that flows through my being.
I’m breathing so hard I can’t catch my breath and still I want more. I watch him take hold of his cock and rub up and down his length. The sight makes my mouth water and I want him all over again.
I don’t have to wait. He positions himself so he can line up his cock with my entrance and plunges into me.
He starts with a slow steady pump, but I notice he’s still wearing the glove.
“Pleasure, Lilly. Feel it,” he says and with that he presses his vibrating palm on my mound and strokes over the area, slowly.
Slow and with purpose, rekindling the fire that just scorched me clean. The combination of his hand and his cock inside me sends me right over the edge of sanity, and reality. I just go right over, and I can’t stop myself from falling. I fall into a blissful pleasure. As I do my walls tighten around his shaft and he starts driving into me. The slow steady pumps no longer exist. He grabs me with both hands and although I can feel the rippling vibrations of the glove, what I feel is him. His ruthless cock driving into me hard and fast.
We both come, surrendering to the primitive lure of temptation at its finest, losing control.
I feel so drained out after I’m only vaguely aware that he’s taken the chains off me. He caresses my cheek and I smile at him.
“Sleep baby,” he says.
“I don’t want to.”
“You need to,” he smiles.
I close my eyes. It feels like it was just that second but when I open them again it’s morning.