It was an invitation Stone was happy to take her up on. Leaning forward, he lapped hungrily at her open pussy, bathing her throbbing clit with his tongue and then sucking it into his mouth to circle it over and over until Cassie thought she was going to die of pleasure.
But it wasn’t just her clit he wanted to taste. Her partner lapped every inch of her swollen cunt, thrusting his tongue deep into the well of her pussy to lick her juices and then came back up again to suck her aching clit some more.
Cassie couldn’t hold still—she had never been tasted with such enthusiasm and skill before. Her partner’s expert oral attentions had her writhing and gasping as he lapped and sucked and penetrated her with his tongue. His fangs were out too—long and sharp—but he never even scratched her with them once.
“Stone!” she gasped, pumping her hips helplessly as he lapped her open cunt. “Stone, so close! Just need…need something more to help me come.”
Her partner looked up at her, his eyes blazing.
“You need penetration, Mistress,” he growled softly. “You need something long and thick and hard to thrust deep in your soft little pussy—something your inner walls can clench around while you come.”
“Yes!” Cassie gasped.
Then his words sank in fully. Was he talking about making love? But that was going too far—if they did that, they’d never be able to go back to just being friends.
“Wait…Stone?” she asked, looking down at him. “You’re not going to…you can’t, er, do that! I’m your Mistress—you must not penetrate me!”
“Don’t worry, Mistress—I’m not going to fuck you with my shaft,” he growled. “But I don’t think my fingers are thick enough to do the job and give you what you need. What about this?”
Cassie gasped when she saw that he was holding up the smooth leather handle of the flogger. It was much thicker than his fingers—though not nearly as thick as his shaft. Also, it was rounded on the end.
“Stone,” she said, her eyes going wide. “I don’t know…”
“I do,” her partner growled. “Trust me, Mistress—this will give your soft little pussy something nice and thick to grip while I make you come for me.”
And without any more hesitation, he pressed the rounded end of the flogger handle into the mouth of her pussy and began sliding it inside her.
Cassie gasped at the sudden invasion but she tried not to tense up. After all, Stone had said the magic words—“trust me”—and she did trust her partner, implicitly.
So when he pushed the thick black leather handle deeper into her pussy, instead of trying to get away, she spread wider and opened for him, allowing him easier access to her body.
“That’s right, Mistress,” Stone growled softly, looking up at her. “That’s right—spread your soft little pussy for me and let me fill it up. Open wide and let me fuck you nice and deep while I suck your sweet little clit until you come for me.”
His dirty talk and the thick black handle stretching her inner walls, turned Cassie on like nothing else in her entire life ever had. She had dreamed of being with a man who could dominate her—had fantasized of someone who would take control and push her boundaries—and now Stone was fulfilling her dreams and making her fantasies come true.
It was almost too much—she was so hot she thought she might pass out.
Her heart was drumming a crazy pattern in her chest and she was right on the edge—so close to coming that just one more little touch would send her right over the edge…
Then Stone leaned forward and sucked her clit into his hot mouth once more. Lapping her tight little button, he began fucking in and out of her, pressing the thick black handle deep inside her until he touched the end of her channel and found the mouth of her womb.
It was too much—too much and just enough. With a wail, Cassie began to come. Hips pumping and hands clenching helplessly into fists above her head, she felt the pleasure ripple through her entire body, making her explode from the inside out.
“Stone!” she wailed, his name like a prayer on her lips. “Stone, please…yes, please!”
“Say it,” he growled, pulling back, though he continued thrusting. “Say it, Cassandra. Beg me to fuck you—say you want me inside you!”
“Fuck me!” Cassie gasped, her hips still jerking helplessly as he thrust the thick black handle deep in her wet pussy. “Fuck me, Stone! I want you to—I want you inside me! Fuck me!”
“My pleasure, Mistress,” he growled. And leaning forward, he began lashing her tingling clit with his tongue, building a second orgasm inside her almost before the first had finished rocking her to the core.
Forty-Two
Cassie didn’t know how many times she came. In fact, before this experience with Stone, she hadn’t even known she could be multi-orgasmic. But her partner proved conclusively that she could be—mostly because he seemed completely unwilling to stop tasting her and fucking her with the thick black flogger handle.
They might have gone on for hours except for a voice yelling at them from overhead.
“Enough! Don’t you hear me, you two? I’ve yelled ‘cut’ twenty times already. The scene is over!”
It was the voice of their director—the little elf-man, Cassie realized blearily. Clearly he had been trying to get their attention for some time but she and Stone had been too wrapped up in the scene they were playing out to pay him any attention.
“Uh…Stone?” she looked down at her partner uncertainly. He had his mouth fastened to her clit and was still stroking the thick black handle in and out of her pussy. It felt incredibly good but being reminded that they were being watched—and that all their erotic actions were being recorded—sort of put a damper on Cassie’s lust.
Besides, she was beyond exhausted at this point.
“Stone,” she said again and her partner finally looked up. With a last, sucking kiss, he drew away from her pussy.
“What is it, Cassandra?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “How else can I pleasure you?”
“No more,” Cassie told him. “Please, Stone—the elf director guy is telling us to stop and I’m all worn out.”
Stone looked penitent at once.
“Forgive me,” he murmured, leaning forward to give her thigh an apologetic kiss. “I didn’t mean to wear you out, sweetheart.”
Cassie blinked. Stone had never called her anything but her full first name—the Kindred apparently thought it was disrespectful to shorten a woman’s name or use a nickname. But he had never called her any endearments like “honey” or “baby” or “sweetheart” before.
Then again, he never went down on you and fucked you with a flogger handle before either, whispered a little voice in her head. Guess there’s a first time for everything, huh?
As she watched, Stone slowly withdrew the flogger handle from inside her, leaving her feeling empty inside. Cassie bit her lip when she saw how shiny the black leather was—coated with her honey. She noticed that Stone didn’t put it back on the wooden rack. Instead, he tucked it reverently into his back pocket, as though he was taking a keepsake.