Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set (4 page)

“Hmm, what are we going to do about this?”

His dark eyes were piercing, but he had a slight grin, teasing me for my naughty display. My hands were free now and i went to reach for him, to press my body up against him and show him the fierce need he had conjured up in me.

I heard the door open and Richard was standing there, a wicked smirk on his face.

“You two ready? Or did you need a minute?”

Brandon stepped back quickly, attempting to hide the bulge in his jeans by tugging the hem of his hoodie down.

“We’re ready,” he said quickly, “I was just getting her, uh, undone.”

“I see that,” Richard said with a wry smile, “this’ll be the last set, I was hoping to have more time but I’m have to go soon. Maybe we can reconvene another day?”

Brandon thought for a moment, and took another look at me.

“I could probably finish off the last set,” he offered, “the shots are pretty simple, it’s just the set up thats more complex and I’m doing that anyway.”

Richard glanced at his watch and nodded,

“Yeah, you seem to know what you’re doing here, Brandon. Meet back up at the studio at 8?”

“Sure, sounds good!”

Yes, yes it did.

Richard gathered his stuff, apologized for cutting the shoot short, and headed out the door; leaving me in the very capable hands of his hot assistant. I was dying to get my hands on him; to feel his bare skin on mine and show him what a cruel frenzy he had worked me into. The way he

As soon as the door closed, his hands were on me; roughly turning me to face him. His eyes were intense and fiery; he met my gaze and I felt his lips on mine, kissing me greedily with his open mouth. The slowly rising ache in my untouched pussy gave way to a deep craving and I could feel my juices spilling out, drenching the insides of my thighs.

His hands gripped my waist tightly, he was stronger than his size let on; not much taller than me. I was crushed up against him, this thick cock grinding against my naked flesh with only the thin fabric of his pants between us.

“ohhhh...please Brandon...”

My words were unrecognizable, I didn’t even know what I was asking him for; my mind was foggy and my voice sounded distant. I felt drunk, almost; with my mind set on quenching another thirst now.

He pushed me back gently

“Shit...we have to get back to the pictures.”

Was he kidding? Or did he just enjoy watching me suffer?

“Um, now...?”

He sighed a little, and nodded reluctantly.

“We only have this room for so long, we have to get these done, and then...”

He didn’t have to finish, I got the point.

“Then I promise...I will make the wait worthwhile. I can’t go back with no pictures, can I?”

I nodded sheepishly, regretting the desperation in my voice.

“Anyway, these will be fun; suspension bondage.”

Oh my.

My heart fluttered at the thought of being strung up in front of this guy; his hands free to do whatever they pleased. Much as I wanted to be free, to get my lips around that cock and have him fuck the hunger he’d created away, the idea of a few more minutes under his marionette strings wasn’t a terrible one.

He picked up some of the longer ropes made of a heavier material in a brilliant royal blue. His eyes met mine as he twisted the wide cord around my body, his hands moving slowly over me while he worked, barely glancing at the knots he seemed to know instinctively.

The bindings were simpler this time, just a series of wrappings around my chest, waist and thighs. A final rope around my wrists and I began to feel the bizarre sensation of being lifted; almost floating a few feet off the ground. He adjusted the connected ropes, and went to take some photos, leaving me dangling in the air.

I wasn’t even on the ground and he was still controlling my movements; documenting it all on camera for some yet unknown consumers. The nefarious ropes hung me like a display in mid air, suspending me helplessly and I had no choice but to wait until he was finished with me.

The flash of the camera stopped and he made his way back to me, a spinning me around slowly in the bizarre harness he’d created for me. I was strung up horizontally facing the floor and he’d left one of my legs free for the last set of photos. I couldn’t see him but I could feel his hands on my calves, tracing up towards my thighs

“Are we done...the pictures I mean?”

I really needed to be done the pictures, this had been the most agonizing 2 hours of my life so far and I was in desperate need of some relief; the kind only my delectable captor could provide.

“Yes, just finished...that was the last set.”

He made no attempt to untie me, or even lower me to the ground, but was running his hands along the exposed skin between my bindings, bringing every nerve to life.

“Thank God---untie me!”

I’d waited long enough, this guy had been teasing me from the beginning with his meticulously placed knots and infernal ropes! I wanted him to fuck me, needed him to; and I knew his mind was in the same place; at least I thought it was.

“Not just yet,”

“Brandon, please, untie me...I want to be able to touch you,” I begged, “please...”

I felt him untie something and I dropped a few feet, spinning around so I was at eye level with him. The ropes lurched again and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

He grabbed the back of my head, crushing his lips to mine; kissing me violently as I hung almost weightlessly in the air; swinging and twisting at his will.

I wanted him to free my hands at least, but he was clearly not planning to do so for the time being. His lips moved down my chin and throat, over the thick cords that encircled my chest to the lower half of my compressed tits. My nipples were sticking out hungrily, rubbing against the soft ropes, and he sucked one into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to tease me.

“Ok, ok...” I pleaded, “you can let me down now, please...I wanna get back down on my knees for you and suck your cock...please!”

I was desperate now, there were no ropes to rub my sore pussy against for relief this time, my thighs were squeezed together, tied tightly, and the pressure wasn’t helping either.

“But I like you like this,” he said in a low voice, “I’m not quite done with you.”

“Can you at least undo my hands? They’re starting to hurt.”

It wasn’t my hands that were hurting but it was a good excuse.

“I guess I could do that for you,” he agreed after a moment, “you’ve been such a patient girl.”

He unfurled the rope that held my wrists captive, and I could feel my hands drop slowly. He was close to me, his lips on my stomach and hands reaching around, giving my ass cheeks a firm squeeze with his surprisingly strong grip.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and I felt my feet dropping; towards the ground; he had released one of the ropes connecting me to the ceiling and my body returned to a more natural angle; although I was still a few feet off the ground. My hands were free now, but he didn’t lower me enough to be able to use them.

I felt the ropes on my thighs loosening, and he reached his hand up the insides of my finally free legs, feeling the heat and wetness that had built up through his merciless teasing.

“Oh....God Brandon...please don’t stop,” I begged, “please....your hands feel so good on me...”

He slid one of his fingers along the wet folds of my pussy, rubbing the juices that had been building up since I’d laid my eyes on him.

He rubbed his fingers vigorously along my tender clit, using the tip of his tongue to go back and forth between my nipples, teasing them with wicked little flicks. I could feel myself losing control, humping his merciless fingers, desperate for an orgasm that had been building for too long now.

His hands grabbed my knees and pulled my legs apart; spreading my pussy lips wide open with my legs hanging off his shoulders. I could feel his hot breath inches from my dripping cunt and was ready to lose my mind.

“You look so delicious,” he whispered, “I can’t wait to get my lips on you and make you cum all over my face...”

My clit was throbbing, just the thought of it was almost enough to push me over the edge.

“Yesss.....please Brandon,” I was moaning, begging him to continue.

I felt the heat of his lips touch on my swollen bud, sending a rush of pleasure through me; I knew I couldn’t hold back for long, and if he kept it up his face would be drenched in no time.

The pressure was building in me, and he was using the tip of his tongue in maddening circles, prolonging the agony.

“Oh god, Brandon, I can’t take it.....please I need your cock in me!”

My hips were thrusting uncontrollably, driving my aching clit against his merciless tongue. A few more little licks and I would be there....

“Oh shit.....ohhhhhhh...”

I felt my body contracting, twisting against the ropes as a rush of blissful orgasm washed over me; a river of juice pouring out of my pussy and all over Brandon’s face---just like he’d wanted.

I was spinning slowly, trying to catch my breath and I could see him standing below me, a

devious grin on his face.

“Come here,” I pleaded, reaching my hands out to grab onto him, I was somewhat sated but I had to have him inside me, I’d been thinking about it for too long.

He kissed me again, insistently; and I could use my hands on him now, pulling his face closer to me as our tongues collided. The taste of my cunt was all over his face, and tasted oddly sweet and enticing to me now and I sucked the remnants of my juices off his tongue.

He lifted me suddenly, up to his waist , and pulled my legs around him. His sticky cock was crushed between my drenched cunt lips, and he used the overhead ropes to lift me up and down slowly, sliding his wet cockhead along my slit.

I was shaking with anticipation, my overworked clit throbbing again, needing to feel the pressure of his cock shoved in me to the hilt. I could feel him teasing me to the brink again and I knew I couldn’t take it another time.

“Brandon, please...I need your cock inside me, ohhhhhh fuck me!”

I was bouncing around as much as the ropes would allow, jiggling my dripping clit on his juicy cockhead, feeling the slickness of our juices mixing together; trying to get some relief by pressing my aching nub against the velvety tip.

“Yeah? You want this?” he teased, dipping the tip of his tool inside me, stirring up my juices.

“Yessssssss.....ohhh god! Please, deeper...”

I twisted my hips as much as I could in my a futile attempt to get him further inside me, but he wasn’t going to let it be my choice. It was obvious by the way he pulled the strings, using me like a marionette for his entertainment.

He stood back a little, my poor aching pussy inches from his cock, it was harder than before and oozing a steady stream of liquid. He wrapped his hand around it, slowly working his shaft, making a thick layer of lubrication that was dripping off the tip.

I thought he was finally going to shove it inside me; but he held it over my starved cunt, letting the hot goo trickle down mercilessly from his cockhead and coat my throbbing clit in a layer of his juice. I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt like I was going to explode; I was shaking and sweating like crazy, and it felt like anything could send me back into fits of orgasm.

I’d given up begging him to fuck me, I just accepted that he was going to do what he wanted, and there was nothing I could do in these bindings to change it. It was strangely euphoric, and I felt like I was floating on the constant brink of orgasm.

He grabbed the ropes that held me up suddenly, and I could feel it this time---the pressure of his thick cock spreading me, filling me up as he slowly lowered me.

“Ohhhh, fuck YES!......fuck me, Brandon!”

He felt so good in me; thick and raw, and warmer than anything I’d ever felt. Maybe it was the long anticipation, or something else entirely, but I could feel him like a slow fire inside me, searing my drenched pussy

He was finished holding back; gripping me tightly he shoved his cock inside me, impaling me on it’s length as I hung from the bindings. They were slack now and he was barely holding me, he was practically holding me up with his cock, using the ropes to move me as he thrusted into me mercilessly.

His lips found my hard nipples, sucking them greedily as he hammered away at my pussy; I was ready to cum again, and I could feel him driving his rod into me harder and faster with every thrust. He was breathing hard, and moaning every time he dropped me onto his cock, filling me up with his thick shaft.

“You like that cock, don’t you?” he grunted between thrusts, “spreading your sore little pussy open so I can fill it up with my cum.”

“Ohh fuck yeah, Brandon...I love your cock; please don’t stop...”

I grabbed his head and lifted his lips to kiss me, trying to focus on anything but the impending orgasm, hoping to make it last as long as possible.

He worked my swollen nipples with his fingers, pinching them and rolling them around as he kissed me, making them stand out even stiffer than before. His breathing was becoming erratic and I could tell by his movements he was close.

He pressed his face close to me, kissing me and biting my neck and I could feel him pumping faster, getting ready to shoot me full of his sticky cum. His hand was between us and he started rubbing my clit, bringing me right back to the point of no return.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop!” I warned, knowing it wasn’t far off.

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock, get it covered in your pussy cream?”

He jiggled my clit back and forth while he teased me, sliding the length of his cock in and out of me like a piston.

“Ahhhh....oh god, yessss!”

I couldn’t hold back any longer and I felt myself overwhelmed by a rush of euphoria, my pussy squeezing his shaft tightly.

It was enough for him and I could feel his body stiffen as he drove his cock into me a final time, lifting me up on his length. He erupted inside me, drenching me in his hot cum and held his cock inside me while the contractions in my pussy subsided.

I was out of breath and panting, my skin slick with sweat. My body was limp, hanging in the ropes listlessly, waiting for the room to stop spinning. I could feel him lifting me, the ropes becoming slack; and he lowered me onto the ground delicately.