Sweet Torture

I tilted my head to the left against the pillow and sighed when he traced designs up my neck and teased my ear. When he slid the feather under my chin, I tilted my head the other way and sighed again as he repeated the same motions all over my neck, across my shoulder, and up my left arm and hand. I wiggled my fingers, the feather slithering between the digits.

He stood up, leaving my body begging. My fingers clenched, echoing the constrictions deep inside me. I licked my lips again, feeling my heart beat pick up. Thankfully, he was not gone long.

A new sensation—a silk scarf, would be my guess—brushed against my fingertips and down both arms at the same time. It covered my face, slowly sliding down my nose and mouth to drape across my neck. When it reached my breasts, I arched up, moaning. He rubbed it back and forth across my aching nipples.

Then the scarf caressed my abdomen and hips, briefly grazing over my pelvis on its way down to my thighs and feet. He repeated the process in reverse, taking care to linger in areas when I made low noises of pleasure. And then the scarf was gone as soon as it had appeared.

I heard Damien rummaging through a plastic bag, and then he was laying on the bed next to me. There was a snap that sounded like a plastic top. I gasped when something cold covered my left breast.

His tongue lapped at my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.

"Ohh!" I arched up to him, and he complied by dragging his tongue all over my breast, his hand cupping and squeezing it.

When he'd apparently licked my left breast clean, he shifted to lay on my right side and repeat the process. I could feel the heat throbbing low within me, begging to be touched, and I whimpered.

"I know, Hun. I know." He squeezed my right breast and reached up to kiss me, dipping his tongue into my mouth. "Mmm."

I tasted chocolate and moaned with him.

He kissed his way down my chin and neck, nuzzling my shoulder. A cold stream of chocolate fell across my lips, and I hungrily licked it up. His finger pressed between my lips, and I sucked it deep into my mouth, cleaning it of chocolate as well. Then the coolness trailed down my chin and throat. It continued through the valley between my breasts and circled my bellybutton. His tongue and lips slowly followed, making me shake with arousal.

The bedsprings squeaked as he moved away, and then I heard water running in the bathroom. He returned a minute later, slowly running a warm washcloth over my neck and breasts and stomach. The change in temperature had me gasping and my body undulating.

He laid down on my left side again, his hand splayed out across my abdomen. He massaged me for a moment, his mouth covering my left nipple, gently nibbling and sucking on it. I tried to reach down to run my fingers through his hair but my hands snapped back, reminding me that I was restrained. I clutched at the air instead, trying to press my side against him. His hand slid up and cupped my breast.

I cried out at the sudden bite of an ice cube rubbing against my nipple. I jerked away, but there was nowhere to go. Cold water dribbled down my breast, the ice slowly circling my nipple. It ached, but the sudden pain grew numbingly pleasant, and I felt the heat increase once again between my legs.

I whimpered, trying to pull away now, my fists clenching.

"Shh. Shh." His free hand returned to press against my stomach, holding me to the bed while he sucked at my numb nipple, licking up the water. He pulled away, and the warm washcloth covered my shivering breast.

I should have been ready for him to move to my right breast, but the freezing ice cube still surprised me. I shrieked, and once again, I was whimpering and pulling away, regardless of his attempts to soothe me. The sharp pain returned, tightening my nipple, numbing the skin around it. As the ice melted, his mouth licked and sucked away the water, and then the washcloth warmed my breast.

My head was hazy now. I couldn't believe how aroused I was, even more so since the ice treatment. I felt a little guilty that I'd enjoyed the brief pain. The resulting pleasure was amazing. I was glad that Damien had tied my wrists. I was certain I would have tried to stop him if I'd had the ability.

How long have we been at this, anyway?

My thoughts snapped back to the present when ice slid between my breasts.

I shrieked and arched up. Damien caught my sides in his hands, holding me up to him as he trailed the ice up and down the center of my body with his mouth, my breasts brushing his cheeks.

I felt water pooling in my bellybutton, spilling down over my hips. I didn't think my body would ever stop shivering.

When the ice was gone, his tongue replaced it, licking at my skin that now sizzled under the cool layer from the ice and water. His hands moved up to cup my breasts, squeezing them as he nuzzled the valley in between.

It took me a moment to realize that he was lying between my legs. I instantly raised my knees to his hips. He felt so good nestled against me where I needed to be touched the most. I sighed, the heat of his hard bulge evident through his slacks.

His deep chuckle vibrated through my chest. "Okay. I get the hint." He released me and crawled away from my legs.

I whimpered at the sudden absence, but his hand on my hip stilled my squirming body. His fingers wove their way through my curls and down to my heated skin. I sighed. My legs fell open again. One of his fingers pressed into my slickness, briefly touching my clit. I cooed, opening my legs wider.

He slowly stroked his palm over my outer lips. Occasionally, he dipped his finger, dragging it from one end to the other, making me gasp. His hand paused, cupping my mound, and two fingers pressed down, spreading the engorged lips.

I held my breath when his thumb circled my clit. And then a finger slid down further. He teased, tracing the edge of my tight hole before moving up to rub along the walls of my inner lips. My hips bucked, trying to force him back down and inside me.

His free hand pressed my hips back to the bed, and then he was fully stroking my pussy. The heel of his hand rested against my pelvic bone while his first three fingers dipped down, swiping through the valley, curling up to graze against my clit. Again and again. It was most exquisite feeling, finally having him touch me, relieving some of the pressure. My hands clenched, my body arching, striving for release.

I groaned, throwing my head back into the pillow when he pushed two thick fingers up into me and then sucked my nipple between his teeth. His hand sped up, pressing hard and deep. The tightness in my belly increased, and I squeezed my thighs around his hand, crying out. His hand stopped, but his fingers wiggled, still buried between my legs. He suckled my breast while I rode out my first climax.

When I'd caught my breath, he rolled away. I heard him rustling in the bag again, and then he was lying between my legs, spreading my thighs. My breathing picked up again when I felt him spread something solid and cold over my pussy. I shivered and sucked on my lower lip, unable to stop my hips from arching up to him. His fingers brushed against the insides of my thighs, and then one finger pressed in, swiping my pussy from top to bottom.

I gulped and took a deep breath only to have him slide his finger into my mouth. My lips closed around his digit. I moaned at the taste of Cool Whip with a touch of my own tangy juices. While I sucked on his finger, he stroked it in and out, mimicking what he had already done below. It wasn't hard to think of him doing that with more than just his fingers.

Just thinking about the fact that he'd covered my pussy with Cool Whip—and most likely why, based on the recent chocolate experience—made me pant. I'd played with myself more times than I could count. And while I'd had many new experiences already tonight, I'd never imagined a guy licking me down there.

I felt him sit back on the bed, not touching me. He growled, long and low. It was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard, and I couldn't stop myself from echoing it. The bottom layer of Cool Whip was starting to melt and dripped down around my clit. I wiggled around, moaning softly as more Cool Whip pressed between my lips. I'd had shaving cream down there before when I'd attempted to shave my pussy, and the feeling now was just as erotic, squishing and caressing my sensitive skin.

"Getting a little feisty, aren't we?"

I made some unintelligible sound of impatience, and he chuckled. I loved his chuckle as much as his sexy growl. I struggled to swallow, loving what he was doing to me mentally as well as physically, despite my intermittent frustration.

Damien ran his fingers over my left breast, along the heavy curve underneath, over the soft swell on top, outlining the areola. He cupped and massaged my breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. He gently rubbed the hard nub back and forth and then flattened his palm against it, easing the sharp pain.

His hand slid down the valley in between and grazed over my right breast. His fingers played again, electrifying my skin, sending new fire down between my legs. When he pinched my nipple, I rolled towards him, wishing he'd put his mouth back on it again.

"So sensitive." His breath brushed my cheek, his tongue ran along my jaw, and then he was making my wish come true. His lips closed over my nipple and gently sucked away the sharp pain he'd created.

I rocked back and forth, moaning. I felt the Cool Whip sticking to my thighs now, and wondered if he'd forgotten about it. I didn't want him to leave my breast, but suddenly I wanted him down below. I wanted to know what it felt like to have his tongue teasing me there just as he was doing to my nipple. What it would feel like to have the tip of his tongue pressing inside me, his teeth nipping at my slick skin.

His ran the flat of his tongue over my nipple again and then slid down my body, kissing and nipping and licking every inch of my skin along the way. Not soon enough, he was lying back between my legs. He kissed my hips and then trailed his tongue down the junction between my legs and pelvis. He added a fresh layer of Cool Whip, and then his arms wrapped under my thighs and held them apart.

I moaned, my body convulsing slightly. I felt his hot breath against my soft curls. I cried when his tongue darted out and touched my clit. I spread my legs wider, and he raised my bared pussy closer to his mouth.

His tongue darted out again, and I whimpered in relief. His fingers massaged my thighs while he licked deeper along the length of my pussy. I heard the soft sound of his tongue lapping at the mixture of my wetness and the whipped topping. His tongue was everywhere, not missing any little crevice. It was a slow, tortuous process, and I prayed he wouldn't stop anytime soon.

I let myself go, my hips bucking under his mouth. When he sucked on my clit, I cried out again. When he pressed the tip of his tongue into me, I groaned. I couldn't get enough of him. And I wanted to touch him more than ever before. I cursed my restraints...and yet they raised the level of arousal at the same time. I'd never had such an assortment of feelings running through me all at once.

I came for the second time when his finger slid inside me again. He stroked me through my orgasm, his mouth still latched onto my clit, his hot breath mingling with my own heat and wetness.

I was coming down from my high when I felt the ice cube and screamed. He'd pushed it right up inside me, and cold water ran down between my ass cheeks. His fingers pressed in, holding the ice in place, letting my heat melt it. I felt my muscles squeezing around his fingers, and he slowly stroked them in and out in time with my cries.

Another ice cube joined the scene, this time against my clit. I fell into another orgasm, my head rolling back and forth between my raised arms, feeling the ice and his fingers stroking me throughout. His mouth returned to lap at my pussy while I writhed beneath him. Somehow, my fingers managed to grab the pillow.

I think I yelled a few curse words because Damien chuckled and said something about me being a bad girl, the sound vibrating against my skin.

Finally, he offered me some relief and pulled away, lowering my legs to the bed. I was panting, my eyes clenched tight. My body felt on fire, as if nothing he'd done so far had satisfied it completely, and yet I felt exhausted. His mouth covered mine. I managed to find the strength to return the kiss, tasting and smelling my own sweet muskiness on his lips.

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I must have drifted off, because my next thought was wondering why I was lying on my stomach. My wrists were still tied to the headboard above my head, I was still blindfolded, and I was still naked, but I had been flipped over. I sighed, feeling my breasts press into the warm sheet, my face nuzzled into a pillow lying between my head and arms. I could reach the wooden slats on the headboard now. I clasped them lightly, smelling my sweat and perfume on the pillow.

I was just about to call for Damien when I felt warm liquid on my shoulderblades, and then the feeling of hands spreading the liquid out over my skin. It smelled like lavender.

"Welcome back, Hun. You took a little nap." He leaned down and kissed my cheek. "I took advantage of the situation and rearranged you. Are you feeling okay? Are your arms sore?"

I smiled and murmured, "Nope, I'm good."

"Good."

He kissed me again and then began massaging my back and shoulders. His fingers slid through the oil, his hands gently pressing and pulling at my muscles, drawing moans and groans from deep inside me. I'd had several massages before, but none had been this sensual. It aroused me more than it actually relieved any tension.

His fingers moved up into the base of my skull, massaging my scalp and up behind my ears. I breathed slowly, remembering where else those fingers had massaged me. When he finished with my neck, he worked up my arms to my hands. Our fingers laced together, slick with oil.

He squeezed my hands and worked back down to my lower back and sides. I shivered when his fingers brushed against my breasts, rubbing the oil around to my chest where his fingers could reach.

I was moaning by now, feeling the weight of his body between my legs, pressing against my ass. I shuddered when I felt his bulge harden, but he backed away, working on my legs now. I whimpered, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the sound.

He finished with my feet and slowly slid his hands up the back of my legs, over my ass, pressing out along the back of my waist and hips and up my sides. His fingers grazed the sides of my breasts again, and then he lay flat on top of me, his mouth against my neck. He brushed my hair away and nibbled my right earlobe, making me moan.

I sighed and wiggled my ass against him, feeling his hardness throb in return. I didn't want to beg, and I'd agreed not to say anything, but I was hot and bothered despite the massage. I needed more.

"Damien?" I whimpered and arched up again.

"Yes, Kenzie?" He sounded amused. As if he was expecting this. He pressed back against me.

I groaned. "Please?"

He licked at my neck. "Please, what?"

"Please..."

"Hmm?" He stood up, I heard the rustling of clothes, and then he sat beside me, his bare thigh against my shoulder. His hand stroked my lower back, caressing my ass. "What do you want, Hun?"

I couldn't breathe for a moment, knowing his cock was right there. I whimpered and then bit my lower lip. "Let me see you."

He slipped the blindfold off, and I had to blink several times to adjust to the light. I stared at his bare shoulder and a barbed wire tattoo circling his left bicep.

My eyes drifted down, and I felt something deep inside me twist with desire when I saw his cock, hard and thick laying across his thigh. It pointed right at me, the head red and glossy. I sucked in my breath and turned my face back to the pillow, grasping the slats on the headboard again.

"Is that all?" His hand moved lower, stroking the inside of my thighs.

I squirmed, moaning. "No."

"What do you want, Hun?" His voice was softer, huskier.

I forced myself to swallow and closed my eyes. "You. I want you. Please."

"This?" His fingers slipped up between my wetness, rubbing against my clit.

I gasped, my eyes flying open. Somehow, I managed to find my voice again. "More."

He stroked slowly. His fingers dipped inside me. "This?"

"More." I struggled to get my knees up under me, to open my legs wider, to feel him deeper.

"How about this?" His voice was a hot whisper in my ear.

I cried out when I felt him press his cock against me, stroking it back and forth between my outer lips. "Oh, please, yes!"

"What do you want me to do next, Hun?"

My tongue froze. I only thought dirty in my head. I'd never imagined myself saying the words aloud. Until now. But I couldn't say them. I just couldn't...

He leaned across my back, his cock resting between my ass cheeks, and he whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to fuck you, Kenzie? Do you want me to do it really slow?"

I choked and then nodded so furiously, my neck hurt from the effort.

He chuckled, sat up again, and grasped my left hip in his strong hand. I felt him move his cock until it rested between my outer lips. The pressure increased. My whole body tensed. I'd played with toys many times, so I was well accustomed to the size of his cock. But I'd only imagined what it would be like to feel the real thing inside me. Despite being aroused and stretched, I still worried about pain.

He nudged my knees with his, and they slid further apart on the sheets. He pressed again, and this time he entered.

I choked again, burrowing my face in the pillow, pretending it was his fingers instead of his cock so I could relax. And just as he promised, very slowly—inch by inch—he entered my hot, wet pussy. I couldn't believe the sensation. There was no pain. Instead, there was hard, throbbing heat. And pleasure. Oh the pleasure! I thought he'd never stop, and then he did, and we were both still.

"Are you okay, Hun?" One hand still held my hip; the other stroked the small of my back.

I managed to get out a breathy, "Yeah." I could only imagine our erotic scene: me on all fours, my wrists tied to the bed, my ass raised up to him; him kneeling behind me, his cock buried deep within me, his hands on my hips. Tremors rippled through me.

I'd never imagined myself submissive...until tonight.

He began to back out. He worked his way slowly—out a little, back in; out a little more, all the way back in—until he was sliding so that just the head of his cock remained inside. It was a breathtaking experience, and I could only let out small gasps of pleasure as he moved.

Both of his hands gripped my hips now, and he slowly stroked in and out, rocking my body back and forth against him. He got into a rhythm, and I found myself bucking on my own volition. When he would press all the way in, pausing to give an extra deep push, burying his balls against my ass, I groaned louder.

I lost track of time, just enjoying the sensations: his hands on my body; his cock inside me; the slurping sound of him sliding in my slickness; my heart beating in my head; our heavy breathing. I don't know if he said anything, but I was so focused on the increasing pressure building within me that I don't think I would have heard him if he had. He had not increased his speed throughout. It intensified the entire experience, drew out the pleasure.

He shifted slightly, possibly to relieve pressure on his knees. Why he did it didn't matter, but he shifted inside as well and I cried out, realizing he'd hit my G-spot. He paused on his withdrawal. "Kenzie? Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"