Model Slave Pt. 03 Ch. 09

She could feel every cell in her body exalting the feelings running wild through her body. Every sight, sound, and smell seemed more intense and more intoxicating. She had never felt like this or these kinds of emotions and she was drunk on his devilish ministry. Emma was suddenly aware of the frenzied enchantment her body was capable of. It was also clear what incredible magic her body could produce when she gave up control to Steve. He was indeed her teacher, and she knew she never wanted him to stop. In a breathless passionate plea she whispered, "Please... More... Show me MORE!"

Steve knew they had made a huge step forward, but now was not the time to slack off. He pulled his fingers from her pussy then used her flogger on her back, butt, belly, legs and breasts. With his other hand he used her wand vibrator to tease her clit and nipples; keeping her on the edge of ecstasy, but never letting her cum. Pain turned into a pleasing liberation while pleasure became an unending torment.

Emma was having a hard time catching her breath with the constant buffeting between pain and pleasure. Her chest heaved trying to fill her lungs with air, but it also made her breasts sway invitingly. Steve used both the riding crop and the vibrator as he took advantage of the tempting targets with her clamped nipples dancing before his eyes.

She had fought him for as long as she could, but the erotic combination stripped her mind of all except the euphoria. Her mind disappeared into a foggy bank of unending bliss and only when he removed the nipple clamps did, she momentarily come out of the fog.

The blood rushing back into her nipples brought harsh and brutal pain with her feet coming off the floor as her core clinched in response. His tongue felt like sandpaper as it raked across her ultra-sensitive nipples, but his gentle licks soon washed away the pain. As his lips soothed her tortured nipples, she floated back into her foggy ecstasy.

His hands were playing a symphony on her body, with each movement taking her to different themes and tempos. His hands were gentle as they cupped her face, tenderly caressing her neck, arms, belly and hands. It was his soft opening Sonata that had a fast tempo, gentle yet seductive, meant to light the fire inside her. Each flirtatious touch played octaves on her skin leaving behind a fiery tension that was part of the opening movement.

The second movement was slow and torturous, stoking the fire inside her. When his large strong hands gripped her, she could feel his passion and knew that he wanted her. His strong, demanding hands made her feel desired and secure enough to give in to his demanding hands.

By the end of the second movement her body was twitching erotically, trying to quell the bonfire inside her. It was hard to breathe with the fire inside her consuming all the oxygen, but it was pure blissful agony. His hands didn't ignore any part of her body, as he teased and tantalized her beseeching skin from the soles of her feet to the hair on her head. He searched for those perfect spots that made her want to squeal, cry and flee. All while Emma was praying he wouldn't stop.

In the third movement his tenderness morphed into an aggressive master who took what he wanted from her. His hands pulled her hair roughly as his mouth bruised her lips with his demanding kisses. His fingers filled her pussy challenging her and relentlessly pushed her towards her explosive abyss, but he wouldn't push her over the edge. Her pleading whimpers and desperate screams were music to his ears and the beginning of the minuet.

Each strike of the flogger against her ass and each pop of the riding crop against her nipples or pussy were like the clashing symbols. Each made her body writhe and jump in time to her internal music. Emma had given in to the torturous rapture, with her body freely expressing its passion as the symphony continued.

She was deep into subspace with her mind clear of any thoughts and her eyes staring, but not seeing. She could only feel and respond as pleasure became pain and pain became pleasure. For the first time in her life, she was free. There were no constraints as her body rejoiced in the perfect combination of painful pleasure. He was merciless as he continued to push her boundaries yet kept her from achieving the release she craved.

It was incredible and special to be taken and used like this. He was teaching her and showing her what her body was capable of feeling. He had understood her fears but pushed them away so she could find out who she really was. He was showing her just how special she really could be, and how much she meant to him. He had shown her things she had never seen and taken her places she had never been. He had done it all for her without anything for himself.

Steve had wiped all thoughts from Emma's mind except thoughts of him. His touches, kisses, lashes, and caresses were dominating her thoughts. He controlled her mentally, emotionally, and physically. She was at the point where she didn't know if she could exist without him. He had become part of her and she part of him. They were now dominant and submissive, man and woman, pleasure, and pain.

She was helpless before him with her body stretched taut and her toes barely touching the floor. Her body was riddled with red stripes from neck to knees and her skin glistened with perspiration. Her muscles rippled and strained underneath her skin, glorifying the passion that he discovered inside her. The insides of her thighs were wet with her juices, a testament to the fire inside her. Her chest heaved with exertion, and she'd given up trying to speak, but instead only moaned and whimpered with the joy she had found.

Steve watched her face screw up with unrequited passion and she was truly breathtaking. Her true beauty came to the surface and the real passionate Emma revealed herself. All the hiding was now gone, as well as the prideful arrogance. She was wide open with her passionate heart and loving soul exposed to his adoring eyes. He was right, her inside more beautiful than her outside and her outside was stunning.

Her luminous eyes were sending a message and it was, "I'm yours, all of me." He finally felt her love and trust, but her willing surrender was a moment so perfect it took his breath away. As he looked into her eyes, Steve knew he would never be the same. Her eyes stirred a bone-deep emotion that wracked his very soul. It was what many people call love, but it wasn't just him, he saw it in her eyes too.

She had just let him in, she had given him all her desire. Steve stopped and gently kissed her trembling face letting her know that he felt that love as well. Emma watched his loving kisses and felt a deep ache inside her heart, one she knew only he could fill. In a breathless whisper that he could barely hear she pleaded, "Mmoorree... please m-m-more."

Steve kissed her gently, his hands lovingly caressing her heated and inflamed flesh. Her impassioned looks tugged at his heart and the love in her eyes captured his soul. Steve gently kissed the tip of her nose lovingly whispered, "Absolutely, my love!" He stepped back continuing the symphony. He pushed Emma back into subspace as he completed the third movement.

The fourth movement felt very much like the first movement to Emma, seductive yet demandingly tender. Except now every cell in her body was attuned to his touch. Her skin was glistening and responding to his touch, with her heart needing his loving attention. Emma's heart and body were still yearning for the one thing hadn't given her. She ached to feel his cock buried inside her and to feel his skin rubbing against hers.

He was teaching her things she never imagined, and it changed her forever, but she needed more. She wanted him to love her and make love to her. Emma wanted to feel his muscles rippling against her skin as he held her tight. She needed to feel his chest hair tickling her nipples. Emma wanted him to love her as much as she loved him. As the fourth movement continued, she was lost in her dreamy loving subspace.

Steve took her to an existence she never knew existed. She writhed in deliciously sensual need while he teased, tortured and tantalized her. She thought she would go insane from the incredible pleasure, but then he pushed her over the edge. The explosions of orgasmic pleasure were beyond her ability to comprehend. It was pure pleasure and limitless in its blissful satisfaction. She felt like she was floating on a sea of stars with supernovas exploding in her mind.

Her previous orgasms were insignificant compared to the bone-searing pleasure she felt during the symphony's climax. Her earthly existence seemed to disappear behind the rapturous explosions that controlled her heart, mind and body. She thrashed, wriggled and squirmed like a worm on a hook as the unparalleled bliss controlled her body.

Emma lost track of everything except Steve's mastery of her mind and body. At this moment, she couldn't tell anyone what date or what year it was. She couldn't tell where she was or even her name. Emma could only feel and that even faded as her mind and body disappeared into sensory overload.

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Emma couldn't even remember when he untied her from the suspension rope. She was suddenly aware that she was sitting naked in Steve's lap and he was massaging the kinks out of her muscles. They were sitting in a wingback chair looking out the cabin's only window towards the mountains. The sun had set long ago and it was black as only the countryside can be, but the moon was bright enough to get a silhouette from the mountains.

Her body hummed and vibrated in ways that made her remember how she got here. She was shaking as if she had been left naked in a snowdrift, but Steve held her reverently and was honoring her with his caresses. His tender and soothing attention to her needs left her heart aching with the love she felt. He lavished tender kisses on her head and over her face, letting her know that he loved her too.

She curled deeper into his lap, she threw her arms around his neck and gulped a deep cleansing breath. She pressed her face into the crook of his shoulder as her catharsis began. Tears poured out of her eyes in torrents as the last several hours finally caught up with her. She had experienced pleasure, discipline, caring, security, orgasms and pain she never imagined. She had been forever changed in a magnificent way. Her blinders had been violently ripped off, forcing her to see herself clearly for the first time.

She looked down at her body curled in his lap and saw his marks all over her body. Her breasts were red and inflamed with little red lines from the flogger crossing them. Her nipples were a fiery pink, engorged and angry as they begged for attention. She felt his rough shirt provoking her ultra-sensitive nipples, because they really wanted to feel his skin against them. She had remembered him taking off his shirt; when had he put it on again?

Her belly, hips and legs were likewise crisscrossed with lashes from the flogger. The insides of Emma's thighs were glistening with her female nectar and the huge wet spot on his pants was a testament to her passion. She quivered as she saw the lashes over her body and remembered what they felt like, but inside she knew he had claimed her and marked her as his own. Everything she was looking at was the physical manifestation of their time together. Inside he had touched her heart with pleasure beyond compare and her heart, mind and soul all bore his marks.

She was feeling things she couldn't explain, but she knew they were things she wanted. Emma pulled her face from his shoulder and looked into his probing eyes and even now, she knew he could read her most intimate thoughts. She glanced at his shirt, seeing it stained with her tears and she looked up with a plea in her watery, red eyes.

Steve immediately understood what she wanted and disengaged her arms so she sat freely on his lap. He reached down to the bottom of the shirt with both hands and, in a single motion, stripped it over his head. Before he had even dropped the shirt by the chair, Emma's lips had attacked his chest and kissed their way lovingly up to his neck.

She felt the muscles of his broad chest rippling under her hands and lips as she hungrily kissed him. His manly scent filled her nose, as the fine hairs on his chest tickled her face. His bare chest was everything she had imagined and more: strong, virile, powerful, and dominantly masculine. She put her arms back around his neck as she snuggled back against him, but this time with her skin against his and they fit perfectly together. Her hard nipples weaved through his chest hair until they could snuggle hard against his chest.

As his thick arms pulled her tighter against his chest, she felt so wanted and so secure. His arms crushing her against his chest were not trying to keep her from escaping; they were showing her that she was desired more than he could put into words. Hidden inside his arms she felt a whole different set of senses. The heat of his chest warmed her, making her feel safe and pushed away her deepest fears. His scent reminded her of comfort food, and she felt cozy and sheltered. The pounding of his heart made her feel love and while her heart reciprocated, she still felt scared.

A week ago she had been a spoiled, bratty woman. She was strong-willed, intelligent and knew how beautiful she was, yet she always struck out when it came to love or relationships. She knew men desired her but was unsure of how to find love. No one seemed to want her mind, or heart, they only seemed to want her body and those that she had given it to only wanted it once.

Because she spoke her mind, stood her ground and defended those that couldn't defend themselves, people labeled her a bitch. When she spurned those that only saw her as a vessel for their abuse or lust, she was branded a frigid bitch. Her courage and strength pushed away those people that would just step on her or squash all the strength and beauty inside. They desired to possess her body, casting aside her heart, mind, love and soul, and that was something she couldn't allow.

Then came Steve and her world was turned upside down. She thought back to one of the things he said, "At times, you will feel too smart, too rich, too beautiful, too strong, or sexy and you will be tempted to be less of a woman to make it easier for those around you. The problem is never that you're too much of something; it's that your man is not strong enough to glorify your brilliance." Until now she had never found anyone strong enough to adore her.

At first, he had given into her petulant desires and condoned her strip tease for the club. Then he gave into her slave auction fantasy and that had almost been the death of her. Her strong will helped her fight through the torture and humiliation, but she came close to losing part of herself. She felt what she thought was love for Steve before, but after he came to save her and he showed his love for her, her love for him tripled. Now she couldn't live without him. After he finished making love to her the only her dream lover could, she knew he was the man she wanted, forever.

The minute she had seen him she had wanted him. Physically, he was everything she desired and everything she dreamed of. Every time she saw him, she quivered with desire and after their first kiss she could think of nothing else except him. Maybe that's what love is, not equals getting together, but explosions of dreams and desires that light up the sky with fireworks.

Now she has found a man who glories in her strength, respects her mind, understands her fears, cherishes her heart and protects her soul. He can see inside her heart and seems to know her innermost thoughts. Steve made her open and vulnerable and she couldn't hide who she is from him. He acknowledged her flaws and her faults with them only making him love her more. Steve had earned her trust and love by accepting only the very best from her. He realized that her passion is her greatest strength and her submission the greatest gift a man can receive.

Steve has guided her to feel unimagined emotions, pleasures never before conceived and a love that nourishes her soul. She chooses to give herself to him, not because she had to, but because she yearned for him to own her. Emma needed his power to tame her strength and for him to punish her when she got out of line. She needed him to bring out the very best of her and not allow her to fall back into old habits.

Her internal voices cried out for this, for him to dominate her. She wanted to give him all she was and have him cherish her mind, heart, body and most of all love her. However, she had external voices echoing in her head. What would everyone think if they saw her hanging from the rafters, being used as a sex toy? Would they think she was sick or perverted? Would they pity her and turn their backs on her?

She would be his as long as he wanted her, but in her own mind could she really admit she needed a man like Steve? Would she let him push her in line and submit to him even when it's hard? Emma wondered if she could admit to herself that she was a sexual submissive. Could she make herself open and available, make herself vulnerable, and invite total intimacy? Did she want to be pursued, fucked, loved and possessed by Steve whenever he wanted?

The past few hours had told her the answer and it was yes! Oh, God, yes! She wanted to be taken and used as his sexual toy. She needed to feel Steve lying on top of her with his hot skin rubbing her nipples and his cock splitting her in two. His pleasure and his desire made her feel like a woman. In those moments, she felt sexier and more beautiful than she did when she won a modeling contract.

She did care what everyone else thought, but for the first time in her life, the world was an exciting place, full of life and passion. She felt a freedom and independence that she had never felt before. It was Steve that brought out the vivid colors and bright sunshine. She would deal with the outside voices later. Right now, giving herself to Steve was the only thing that mattered. She looked into his eyes and knew where she belonged. She was home.

Emma kissed his neck and when she reached his ear she whispered, "How did you know? How do you know my innermost desires, what I needed and what I feared?"

Steve smiled a crooked smile, caressed and smoothed her hair and responded, "From that first kiss, I could tell you were a fighter. You are a very beautiful, demanding and strong woman. You used those traits to push people away so they could never hurt you. However, when you went soft in my arms, I could tell that deep inside you wanted a man that would challenge and push you, but also conquer your willful spirit."

"You are a unique combination of strength, intelligence and beauty. I'll bet that almost everyone around you only sees that. They don't see that there's a child inside that needs to be loved and protected. The child inside you need somebody to love her even when she tries to push him or her away. She needs someone that with one hug or kiss can give her peace and erase all of her pain."

"You want to be pursued, loved, and possessed by a man worthy of you and the gift you are offering. A man that will cherish the gift you are giving, but also one that will be unyielding in terms of discipline. You want a man that will not let you get away with your spoiled, bratty behavior, while loving who you are."

"That was one of my fears. When your heart and soul finally opened up to me, what would we find? Well, what I found was a scared, sensitive and lonely woman. She tries to love with all her heart, but nobody sees past her wealth and beauty. You have been hurt a lot and built some very high walls to protect your loving, open and giving heart. What I found inside you is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and one that outshines this magnificent form that houses it."