The Temptress (44 page)

‘I am hard just looking at you standing here
waiting, wearing just my shirt with those long sexy legs on display. Later I
want those legs wrapped around my neck as I taste you and drink you dry. I’ll
tease your clit with flickers of my tongue, interspersed with slow drags and
fast lashings, plunging forcefully into your core. You will want to tear at my
hair, to pull me in for more, then push me away when it gets too intense for
your body to handle, but you will not be able to move your hands from their
restraints. I will say when you can come, I will control your pleasure, just as
you control mine. Even masturbating holds no joy for me, nothing compares to
your touch, or your warm mouth or tight little cunt around my cock, just as I
have ruined it for you too. Close your eyes for me, ma belle.’

I did as I was told and hissed through my teeth
as he let his lips graze my neck, right in that spot that had me melting every
time, then felt my entire scalp deliciously tingling as he ran his hands
through my hair. He gently pulled it into a pony tail, securing it with an
elastic hair band at the top, one in the middle and one at the bottom. I felt
gentle pressure on the back of my head and the sudden coolness of a soft satin
type material being lowered over my eyes. He’d just put some kind of blindfold
or eye mask over my eyes. Damn him, I wanted to see the room, I wanted to see
him! He took my hand and slowly led me over the carpet to goodness knows where.

‘I will let you go now. You are safe, you will
not move unless I tell you to. Clear?’

‘Clear, Sir,’ I nodded, my lips parting as I
tried to imagine what he had in store for me. This wasn’t punishment, this was
fun. Hot, sexy, get me right in the mood fun.

‘Bon, I want you to reach up with your fingers
and slowly undo each button on my shirt you are wearing, then slide it off your
shoulders. I want to peruse that body I now own in all its glory,’ he
instructed. I nodded and made a start. ‘Lentement,’ he barked, ‘you understand
the meaning of the word slowly?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Then why the hurry?’

‘I’m excited, I want to feel you touching me.’

‘Ahhh, you misunderstand, I will not be
touching you, not yet. You will be touching yourself and you have just earned
an additional punishment for failing to address me in the correct manner,’ he
reminded me. I opened my mouth to say something in protest, but quickly held it
back. The pleasure I was all down with, the punishment, not so much. I forced
myself not to strip off in haste, letting the shirt hang open for a moment, as
I undid the last button, knowing he’d be able to see my freshly waxed pussy in
all its naked glory. I heard his breathing deepen and resisted the urge to
smile. Good he was turned on as well. I ran my fingers up the edges of the
shirt and gripped it at the top, shimmying my shoulders to allow it to slowly
slide off them, down my arms, stretched behind me, onto the floor. This time I
heard a groan and a French expletive. ‘Touch your body, I want you to caress
your skin and move up to your breasts, to play with your nipples as I watch, then
when I give the order, you will release your breasts and work your way down to
your clit. I want to hear your moans and sighs. Proceed.’

I gulped and nodded as I splayed my fingers on
my torso. It was a good job I had no self-esteem issues over my body, but
touching myself while he sat, or stood and watched me, without me being able to
see him felt very intimate. Then again I didn’t think that there was one inch
of my skin, other than anal play, that he hadn’t touched, licked, kissed or
stroked. My skin felt parched, grateful for touch, as I gently ran the tips of
my fingers over it in circles, slowly moving upwards towards my aching breasts.
I felt my nipples swell even larger as I stroked over the gentle bumps of my
areola and circled the stiffened nubs. My head dropped back as my lips parted,
gentle pants leaving my throat as they hardened to the point of pain. I took
each between my forefinger and thumb and tugged, pinching tightly.

‘Ahhhhh,’ I cried, feeling the intense pleasure
shoot all the way down to the apex of my thighs.

‘Harder,’ came Luc’s voice in a low growl. I
nodded and did as I was told, whimpering with pleasure as I began to squirm my
hips. I could imagine him standing there naked, his hand gripping his wide
shaft, slowly stroking himself, excitement seeping from his slit. The thought
of that one time he’d allowed me to take him into my mouth was heady. O God, I
was going to come, I was so close, everything was tightening as the warmth in
my core started to radiate out, I was going to … ‘Stop,’ he demanded
forcefully. I froze, hands still in position, wanting to moan at his abrupt
order just as I was about to come. ‘Spread your legs wider, you know how I love
to see that gentle pink between your thighs.’

I nodded and did as I was asked, my hands still
in place, not sure what else I was supposed to do. I felt like I stood there
forever, my body spiralling down from the peak of what would have been a
blissful climax as my breathing calmed down too.

‘Keep your left hand gently playing with your
nipple, I want you insert two of your right fingers inside you, then suck them
clean. I want you to tell me how you taste, what the anticipation of me fucking
you does to you.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I confirmed. I gasped as I felt how
wet and swollen my lips were. I had to ease my way between them to do as I’d
been asked and my whole body trembled to feel their approach. I gently slid
them inside me, crying out as my muscles clenched tightly around them, my arousal
soaking them, as I fought the urge to pump them hard and fast, just how Luc
would have done.
Damn him, this was bloody torture
I thought, as I
slowly slid them out and lifted them to my lips. I gently sucked, taking my
time, rolling my tongue around them. If he could tease me this way, I could do
it in return. I was pleased to hear him groan again.

‘Tell me,’ he whispered, as I eventually
removed them.

‘I taste hot, sticky, pungent and sweet, like a
ripe peach or pear, Sir.’

‘Yes,’ he hissed. ‘A pear that is fermenting,
strong and sweet all at the same time. I could become drunk on your juices. I
will
become drunk on your juices and soon. Play with your clit for me, touch it the
way you long for me to.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I breathed with a happy smile. I
moaned the second my two fingers connected, feeling sparks crackle, firing up
my pelvis again. I rubbed slowly, savouring the sweet relieving pressure, then
pressed harder and faster as heated cries escaped my lips. God I wished it was
him touching me, I wished I was lying down on a bed, my legs spread with his
tongue doing this. That tongue that knew every nook and cranny, as if he’d been
using it to make me come forever. ‘Luc,’ I moaned, as I struggled to stay
upright, my hips circling my fingers as they moved faster and faster.

‘Sir,’ he shot back. I didn’t care, I was going
to come, at last, he could smack me all he wanted, I just … needed … to …
come
.
‘Stop!’

‘No!’ I cried.

‘You earn yourself more punishments, you will
stop, immediately!’ he demanded, his tone was so forceful I whined as I
reluctantly let my fingers drop away, my clit quivering, begging me to finish
the job. I suddenly realised that this was part of my punishment, to build me
up and deny me satisfaction. I felt a few tears leech from my eyes and trickle
out from the under the mask and whimpered as I felt the lightest touch of his
tongue lick them away. He grabbed my hand and suddenly my fingers were bathed
with warmth as he sucked them, groaning loudly to taste me. ‘Come, we will get
the punishment over with. My cock is throbbing and eager to sink into you. You
ruin my resolve even in this room.’

I tried to calm myself as he moved me again and
I felt something cold and smooth press against my pelvis. He suddenly bent me
over, my breasts pressing uncomfortably against more of the same sensation, I
reached up to touch it. It felt like something narrow covered in leather, I
turned my bruised cheek away from it, laying my good one down, feeling nervous
all of a sudden. My wrists were suddenly pulled forwards and down, then bound
with what felt like rope and I heard him walk behind me. I tried to move my
hands, but they were secured underneath whatever I was lying on. O shit, what
was he doing? I felt him crouch behind me and reposition my feet, spreading
them apart and gasped as I felt more rope secure one and then the other, to
what felt like a solid wooden leg. That was it, I was now helpless, bent over
this contraption and totally exposed from behind.

‘You are still safe, Lulu. I promised I am not
a sadist, but you will learn what happens when you betray my trust. Breathe,
slowly and gently and do not tense up or this will hurt more. You have your
safe words if you need them. Do you need them yet?’

‘No, Sir,’ I replied, then bit my lower lip. I
was scared, but at the same time I knew he wouldn’t take me to a place where
I’d never recover, or where I’d flinch from him if he approached me again. He
loved me, I knew it, unequivocally. It didn’t stop me shuddering as I felt
something cold and thin trail across my backside. It wasn’t his hand this time,
he had an implement.

‘Twelve is my standard punishment, but you have
incurred another two this evening, so you will count with me as I give you
fourteen. I will do two at a time,’ he advised, placing a hand in the small of
my back. I felt like telling him
why bother
, it wasn’t as if I could go
anywhere anyway, trussed up like a damn Christmas turkey. I heard the swoosh
and gasped as two short, fast and very hard licks of something cracked against
my right cheek.

‘One and two, Sir,’ I managed to say quickly,
before I incurred any extra. Shit, that smarted, what the hell was it? I jolted
as the next two connected with my skin on my left cheek. ‘Three and four, Sir.’
I felt whatever he had in his hand trail down the centre of my spine, between
the cheeks of my bottom and slowly run through my puffy flesh. I clenched
tightly wondering what he was doing and he chuckled. It was suddenly removed
and I heard a sucking noise and a groan. He was tasting me, on whatever he was
using on me. I counted the next two pairs of lashings with a groan, where my
skin had been touched was really stinging, but I was still hot and horny. I
wanted him to slam his cock into me forcefully while I was tied up like this,
to let the orgasms he’d denied me release. My hips slammed into the contraption
I was lying on as I yelled ‘Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, Sir,’ and tears of
frustration seeped from my eyes. I sniffed and jumped to suddenly feel his lips
on the corner of my mouth.

‘Two more, ma belle. You may not welcome this
in future, but that is the point. Do not defy me and it will only be my hand,
which is far more gentle, but don’t deny that you are not also turned on. Your
beautiful little cunt trembles, you are so wet for me, you crave me back inside
you. Don’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I whimpered. ‘Desperately.’

‘You will, soon enough.’ He confirmed, with
another kiss just out of reach for me to return it. I wanted to grasp him and
kiss him properly, to feel his hands on my body, I felt bereft without his
touch. I hated this, but I also wanted him more desperately than I ever had. I
screamed in shock as the next two flicks landed firmly on my clit instead of my
backside, as anticipated. I panted for a moment, trying to adjust to the
burning sensation that felt like I’d just been branded with a red hot poker,
molten iron spreading across my entire sex, I could even feel it seeping out of
me. Shit. I felt the heat of Luc’s breath gently blowing on me and strained up
onto my tiptoes and wriggled my hips, trying to dull the sensation that was
quickly blossoming to one of sheer need, as my nerves were hypersensitive to
his stimulus, yet still he hadn’t touched me. ‘Thirteen, fourteen, Sir,’ I
whimpered, unsure if I should be listening to the sensation of sudden pleasure
between my thighs or the smarting pain on my backside.

‘Excellent. You did well, but remember this
smart,’ he advised, as he ran the implement over my cheeks again. ‘Remember the
consequence of your actions.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I nodded, holding back the
fuck
me please
teetering on the edge of my lips. I inhaled sharply as he grabbed
my buttocks, lifting and parting them. I cringed for him to be looking at me in
such a vulnerable place. I’d never experimented with anal play and wasn’t sure
how I felt about it.

‘One day I will claim this sexy arse, Lulu
McQueen, with all methods at my disposal, but not today. Today I promised to
lick you dry and I honour my word.’

All methods at his disposal, what the hell
was that supposed to mean?
I wondered, as I sighed with relief to feel him
let go of me. He slowly and sensuously ran his hands down the back of my legs,
pressing on a spot right behind my knee that had me mewl with unexpected
pleasure, which made him chuckle before moving down to untie the binds around
my ankles.
What had he just done?
I hated the thought of how many women
he’d been with to become so sexually skilled. He finished my ankles and I felt
him working on my hands, which parted as he lifted and kissed each wrist,
before deftly tying the rope back around each, but not pulling them together. I
was so confused. What was he doing? How could he be so close to me, naked and
desperate and not want me? Just a glimpse of his partially naked body always
had me panting with desire, in fact I didn’t even have to see him naked, or his
face, look at me now. If I wouldn’t incur more spanks I’d be on my knees
pleading for him to put me out of my misery.