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“Please, Master,” she begged, her body trembling with the effort of
keeping still, of not squirming and thrashing. “I can’t take much more.”

“Soon,” he promised. She heard him loosen the slack on the chains
restraining her ankles. “Bend your knees for me, Katherine.”

Once she did there was a pause, and then he came around and removed the
blindfold. “I want you to watch this part,” he told her, his voice dark with
passion. His eyes fairly sizzled with it, and a quick glance down told her he
didn’t have a very long recovery time at all.

“I will, Master,” she promised.

He walked around again, then gripped her knees and pushed her legs
open. “You must keep your legs open at all times. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

She watched as he took another ice cube from the tray, and cried out
when he dragged it down her pussy. Her legs trembled as he worked the piece of
ice around her clitoris and along the edges of her nether lips, and the sensations
were more intense than the vibrating panties. The licks of his tongue that
followed make her feel like she was being licked by a tongue of flame rather
than one of flesh. Her pussy throbbed, her nipples ached, her entire body was
flushed. She was getting close. Very close.

“Please, Master, may I come?”

“Not yet,” he told her. He slid the ice down further, to the entrance
of her rear, and she gasped, eyes wide with shock this time.

“Had anyone ever touched you here?” he asked, locking eyes with her as
he swirled the piece of ice around down there. The entrance to her rear
throbbed with pleasure, the same as her pussy.

“N-no, Master,” she answered, her cheeks scarlet with embarrassment.
“I’ve heard of it though.” And had always thought of anal sex as being strange
and gross. But as her rear throbbed in earnest, she was having trouble
remembering exactly why.

“It seems a lot of things tonight are first for you,” he said with a
chuckle. He pushed the ice into her rear then, and her entire body jerked as
she cried out. Her entrance pulsed around the piece of ice. “How does that
feel? Does it hurt?”

She shook her head. “It’s incredible. Master,” she added with a gasp as
he pushed the ice in a little further.

“Mmm.” He grabbed another ice cube and slid this one inside her pussy.
A shudder wracked her body as she moaned, feeling his fingers work it in and
out of her with excruciating slowness. “God you’re tight. Dripping wet, but
still tight.”

She wanted desperately to be able to thrust her hips against him as
he’d done to her earlier, but the position and the restraints wouldn’t allow
it. The gleam in his eyes told her he was enjoying this, deliberately slowing
his pace so as to drag it out as long as she could. A frustrated cry tore from
her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, but they popped open as he pinched her
clit hard enough to cause pain.

“I told you to keep your eyes open.” The gleam in his eyes was hard
now. “Are you getting tired of watching me?”

“No Master. Of course not.” She sucked in a shuddering breath. “I’ve
just been waiting so long to come. I’m sorry, Master. I won’t do it again.”

“For that infraction you’ll have to wait a little longer.” He pulled
his fingers out, studied the small bit of ice between them. “Almost gone. Take
this one, too. I want you to taste yourself.”

He shoved his fingers into her mouth this time and she sucked them,
allowing the cool ice to melt on her tongue as she tasted her unique flavor.
She’d never done anything this erotic in her life. Her eyes drifted up to the
mirror on the ceiling as he settled between her legs with more ice cubes, and
she watched her body stretch like a bowstring as he inserted another ice cube
into her rear, and then slid an ice cube directly between his teeth.

Her hips about flew off the table as he pressed the ice cube to her
clit, but this time he was licking her at the same time, so that she was
simultaneously assailed by raging heat and icy cold. It was sweet torture like
she’d never experienced before. Her entire body hummed with pent up frustration
and pleasure, begging to be released.

“Please, Master,” she cried, the words nearly incoherent with gasps and
sobs. “Please, let me come!”

He lifted his head for just a minute. “You may come now, Katherine.”

He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and she exploded, her entire
body convulsing. The pleasure engulfed her so completely, so utterly that she
nearly passed out. Soft strokes along the sides of her hips brought her back,
and she lifted her head to see him looking at her with a mixture of tenderness
and hunger.

“Thank you, Master,” she managed, her heart thundering loudly. She took
a deep breath to try and steady it. “That was amazing. Better than any I’ve
ever had.”

He smiled widely. “I am very pleased,” he told her, unstrapping her
from the table. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the door.

“Where are we going, Master?”

“To bed.”

“But we haven’t…” she trailed off as he pressed a finger to her lips.

“I know. Trust me, I intend to have you fully. But I am very good at
what I do and I can see that you need some rest. Let’s take an hour. You’ve
been working hard during the day, and you’re not accustomed to all this yet. I
want you to fully enjoy it.”

She snuggled against his chest with a smile, realizing just how sleepy
she was getting. “Thank you, Master,” she told him as he set her atop the
glossy black comforter.

“You’re very welcome.” He joined her on the bed and pulled her against
his chest. “Sleep now.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she succumbed to the tiredness tugging
at the edges of her mind.

*

It was her own moans that finally woke her. She’d been dreaming that
she was burning up, that she was drowning in a fast expanse of sexual pleasure,
hands gliding down her body, touching her in all the right places. Her eyes opened
to see Mark over her body, one of her nipples in his mouth.

“Finally awake.” He looked up with a smile, and then kissed her. She
twined her arms around his neck and lost herself in that simple pleasure, her
body aching with the sweetness of it. His hands slid down to her breasts,
tweaking her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. One of his knees was
wedged between her legs and she lifted her hips, rubbing herself shamelessly
against him. The crisp hairs on his leg teased her pussy before he pulled his
leg away.

“I knew you were a wanton,” he teased, nibbling the side of her neck.
“But don’t think the rules have changed simply because you’re in my bed now.”
He bit down hard at the base of her neck, and she gasped.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” He kneaded her breasts with his hands, then rolled over.
“Reach up and grab the headboard. Don’t let go, no matter what.”

“Yes, Master.” She reached up and did as he asked, then waited, her
nerves stretched taut in anticipation. She could hear the harshness of hear
breathing, the pounding of her pulse in her ears, and a shiver skipped up her
spine as he slid the length of his cock against her ass cheeks.

“So beautiful,” he said, running a finger down the length of her spine.
“I love the way your back curves. I love how your breasts fit perfectly in my
hands.” He cupped them, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs and she moaned,
stretching her body out. The motion caused his cock to rub between her cheeks.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses down the length of his spine, and then all over
both cheeks. “I could eat you alive.”

He spread her cheeks and inserted a finger into her rear, at the same
time sliding his cock back and forth along her pussy lips. Katherine whimpered,
wanting to grab his cock in her hands and guide it into her. But she knew if
she did that he would punish her, and it would delay him giving her what she
wanted.

“Master, please. I want you inside me.”

He worked his finger further into her rear, wringing another cry from
her kiss-swollen lips. “I am in you,” he told her, a wicked undertone to his
voice.

Her nails dug into the headboard. “You know that’s not what I mean,
Master.”

He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe, maybe not. Like I said before, you have
to tell me what you want.” He moved his finger in and out in time to his cock
sliding against her.

“I want,” she gasped, “your cock inside my pussy. Now, please, Master.”

“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Suddenly he gripped her hips with both hands, then slammed himself into
her. There was no gradual increase of pace—he simply pounded himself home
inside her with the ferocity of a racehorse bursting out onto the track. The
fast paced and hard, pounding friction was exactly what she craved; she gripped
the headboard for dear life as the entire bed shook. A small part of her
wondered if the canopy might collapse on them; the rest of her didn’t care if
it did so long as he kept pounding into her the way he was.

“Please, please, please,” she cried, her voice shaking with the force
of his thrusts.

“Come for me,” he panted, reaching between her legs and stroking her
clit. “Go ahead, Katherine. Let go.”

She tried to hold on, to make the moment last as long as she could, but
it was impossible—the pleasure was building too fast for her to get a
hold on it. It spiraled out of her control, taking it with her, making her feel
as though she was being sucked into a whirlpool of pleasure, and right out the
other end into a vast sea of it. She felt hot seed spurt onto her back as Mark
pulled out and gave into his desire for release.

“Can… can I let go now, Master?” she asked, once she was reasonably
sure he was coherent again.

“Yes.” She collapsed, and she felt a cool, wet cloth wiping his seed
off her back before he rolled her over. Mark pulled up the covers and tucked
them beneath, and she snuggled against his chest.

“Thank you, Katherine.” He stroked a hand up and down her back.

“My pleasure,” she murmured sleepily, and he chuckled.

“Indeed it was.”

She didn’t hear him; she was already asleep.

*

She was awoken once more by Mark, but this time it was with soft kisses
and gentle strokes rather than hot lips and hands. Desire uncurled sweetly in
her belly even as she unfurled and opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed through
the curtains, welcoming a new day, casting a gleam on Mark’s dark hair and a
sparkle into his blue eyes.

“Good morning.” He stroked a hand down her hair. “Did you sleep well?”

She smiled. “Yes, I did. Master,” she added.

“I’ve had many women in my bed, as you know doubt know,” he said,
trailing his thumb along her cheek, “but I’ve never seen any that sleeps like
you. You looked like an angel, with your long lashes and rosebud mouth. I
couldn’t help but start kissing you.”

Katherine was proud that she only blushed a little beneath his
compliments. “I like it when you kiss me too,” she told him, pressing her lips
to his again. His arms came loosely around her as he kissed her
tenderly—long, slow, and sweet. Her body heated—not the torrid rush
of passion from before but gradual, like a flower blooming beneath the sun’s
rays. His hands slid down her back to cup her cheeks, pressing her firmly
against his hardening cock.

“I need you,” he murmured roughly against her lips before trailing then
down the column of her throat. He gently bit down on the area right above the
hollow leading down to her collar bone.

“Anything you want, Master,” she said on a sigh of pleasure as he
stroked her with hands and lips and tongue.

“You may touch me if you like,” he told her, his hands on her breasts.
She placed her own hands on his shoulders and ran then up and down her back,
feeling his muscles flex as he played with her nipples. Her feet came up to
find his cock, and she stroked it with her soles, moving them up and down as
she’d done with her mouth last night. His groan made her smile.

“You have very talented feet,” he growled, tonguing her earlobe.

“Thank you, Master.” She gasped as he swirled his tongue in her ear.
“You have a very talented tongue.” He chuckled.

They took their time exploring each other’s bodies, and Katherine
relished finally having free rein to touch him where she liked. She found that
his hard, brown nipples were especially responsive—she dragged her tongue
over him the way he did hers and was rewarded with shivering groans. She
fondled his sac between his legs as she stroked his cock, and found that when
she touched the spot just behind it his eyes would close and a low, throaty
groan would come up from his chest. His sexual responses were bold and
completely unashamed, which aroused her unbearably. Before she met him she
never would have imagined that pleasuring a man could be so pleasurable.

Eventually he’d had enough, and had bound her wrists over her head with
one hand while he pleasured her with the fingers of his other one. He didn’t
need ice cubes to make her pussy throb. Only when she was gasping from her
third orgasm did he allow her to draw her legs up around his waist and enter
her.

This time he went at a leisurely pace, pressing the length of his body
as he held her wrists, kissing her as he worked his cock inside her. His tongue
fucked her mouth in time to his thrusts, and she took him in gladly, greedily.
The pleasure built more slowly, more steadily than it had last time, but when
it finally crested over them it was no less intense. Rather than a tidal wave
crashing, she felt as though she was being lifted into the clouds, and floated
back gently as a snowflake on a breeze.

“Will you stay?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.

“Stay?”

“With me. As my lover. I want you to be mine. Only mine.”

Her mind drifted back to the night of pleasure they’d had; to how he’d
opened her eyes, awakened her sexual side. No man had ever taken an interest in
her the way he had, to the extent that he took the time to care for her
pleasure, to teach her new things about herself and her body rather than
focusing on his own pleasure. She had liked the things they had done together,
and even though she’d always been taught that such things were taboo, she felt
no shame in it. In fact, her body practically glowed with pleasure and
happiness that she’d finally found a man who was willing to be a sexual partner
in the truest sense of the word.