Velvet Kisses Ch. 13

She did as commanded.

"Remove my pants and boxers," he said.

Uncertain of how to go about doing it without the aid of her hands, she gave herself a moment to think it over. Her eyes drifted from the button of his jeans to his zipper, then up to his belt loops. Luckily he wasn't wearing a belt, so she didn't have to worry about removing that. But as she maneuvered herself upward so that her mouth was level with the fly of his pants, she knew that undoing the clasp would be a challenging task.

With an ineptness that made her feel a bit silly, she gripped the button of his jeans between her lips, then used her front teeth to undo the fastener from its hole. It took nearly two minutes before she was finally able to do it, and as the top of his pants loosened, she felt a tiny sense of accomplishment at having finally been able to pull it off.

That feeling of achievement was short lived as her eyes came to rest on his zipper, yet not wanting to appear as if she was uncertain in her ability to accomplish the task, she unhesitatingly grasped his zipper between her teeth. Slowly, and with extreme carefulness so that she wouldn't chip her teeth, Jeneda pulled the zipper down.

Inch by inch it continued to lower, and for a moment she found herself amazed at how smoothly the slider was gliding along its track. But as it suddenly halted and refused to move any lower, she let out a frustrated breath. Gripping the zipper tighter, she utilized just enough force so that it wouldn't damage her teeth, and with a nice, firm tug, she tried again. But the zipper was clearly intent on remaining exactly where it was.

"Having trouble, pet?"

The mocking tone in Dane's voice only served to increase her frustration, and with a noisy exhale through her nostrils, she conveyed that she was. As if hoping that the power of her thoughts would help it to budge, she released the fastener from her mouth, then pulled back to offer it a glare. As far as she could see, there wasn't anything obstructing the track on which the zipper was located, so she couldn't understand why it had gotten stuck.

Dane's gaze remained intently on her as she stared at the zipper, and although she knew that it was her duty to undress him by herself, she found herself wishing that he would lend a helping hand. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet his, and with the best puppy dog face that she could muster, silently conveyed her need for help.

"A submissive never lets down her master," Dane said. "Even when the task is difficult, she keeps on going until it's been successfully completed."

Having received the message loud and clear, she lowered her gaze to his crotch. She positioned her teeth around the zipper, and with re-doubled efforts, made another go at pulling it down. This time the slider moved freely along the teeth of the zipper, and as Dane's boxer briefs were finally revealed, an audible sigh left her lips.

Getting his pants down proved to be just as challenging, but with a lot of patience and plenty of contortionist-like moves, she finally managed to slide his jeans all the way down to his ankles. Next came his boxer briefs, and after tugging them down with the aid of her teeth, she got busy at pulling the material off around his feet.

From start to finish, it took her ten minutes to fully disrobe him, and with not a stitch of clothing left on his body, Jeneda could finally relax. The tension in her body immediately began to dissipate, and as she locked her eyes with Dane's, she noticed his lips curl into a pleased smile.

"Well done, kitten. You did such a fine job with that mouth of yours, I'm going to allow you to suck my cock."

Placing his palm against the back of her head, Dane coaxed her closer to his erection, which was stiff and pointing towards her face. As if begging to be tasted, the thick tip of his shaft was swollen and shiny with precum, and more than happy to oblige, Jeneda encircled the rim of his hardness with the tip of her tongue. He jerked in response to the feel of her wet appendage, then threaded his fingers through her hair as she fully took him into her mouth.

"Good girl," he groaned as the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. "You really know how to please your master, don't you?"

Spurred on by his praise, Jeneda drew her lips into a tight circle, and with a masterful technique that she'd developed from tireless practice, she licked and sucked him with long, purposeful strokes.

He groaned and jerked on her leash when she allowed the head of his cock to pop out of her mouth, but his groan of dissent soon transformed to one of ecstasy as she began avidly licking his balls. She sucked one into her mouth and gently massaged it with her tongue, then licked his other velvety sac until it was glistening with saliva. The moan he released came from deep in his throat, and with a tenseness that made his body as taut as a string, he tightened his grip on her hair.

His eyes had glazed over and his breath came in soft pants. His lids briefly lowered as he fully lost himself in the sensation, hoarse moans falling from his lips as her lush mouth suckled his heavy balls. His cock was weeping so much precum that it was dribbling from his penis, and with his palm greedily clutching the back of her head, he held it firmly in place.

Allowing the vein that ran along the underside of his cock to guide her, Jeneda dragged her hot tongue all the way up his straining shaft. Once she reached the head, she drooled all over it so that it was nice and wet.

Then taking his swollen hardness into her mouth, she sucked him at a nice, steady pace. Wanting him to know how much she enjoyed the sensation of him growing thicker and harder in her mouth, she gazed up at him through her long, thick lashes.

It wasn't long before he was pumping his hips to the rhythm of her mouth, continually picking up speed until she was forced to clutch his hips for stability. A masculine grunt ripped from his throat as he was sucked to completion, and with one last buck of his hips, he shot his load into her mouth.

It was the longest, hottest release she'd ever swallowed, and like the subservient pet that she was, she accepted all that he had to give her. Once his balls had been completely drained, he withdrew his softening erection from her mouth. Jeneda licked her lips to remove the remnants of his semen, then gently kissed the tip of his cock to show her appreciation at having been allowed to swallow his cum.

"That was wonderful, angel." He smoothed a palm over the top of her head before adding, "I can tell by the way you were sucking my cock that you were hungry for my cum."

"I'm always hungry for it," she said in a low, husky voice.

"Mmm..." He traced a thumb over the curve of her mouth. "So naughty and nasty, I love it."

With a jerk on her leash, Dane indicated that he wanted her to rise. She did so obediently, but in the span of a few short seconds, she found herself on the bed with Dane straddling her body. As was usual whenever he locked his eyes with hers, she found herself in a kind of lustful daze, and as he positioned his face so that it was inches from hers, the faint scent of Prell shampoo drifted into her nostrils.

"You remember when I asked you about knifeplay?"

"Yes."

"I think tonight would be an excellent time to try it out." He retrieved a silk scarf from the pillow behind her head, and with tenderness, began binding her wrists to the iron headboard.

Initially, it was the slippery sensation of the sash against her skin that turned her on, but as Dane knotted the satiny material so that it just slightly bit into her wrists, prickles of arousal rose along her body.

A glint of shiny metal was all she managed to notice before she realized that Dane was holding a dagger with an ornate handle, but before she could rest her gaze on the weapon for very long, he maneuvered the knife so that it was no longer in her line of sight.

"So, what do you think?" He used the dull edge of the blade to trace her jawline before moving it along the curve of her neck and down to her collarbone. "You up for a bit of knifeplay?"

Before she could speak a word, he placed the cool blade against her chest, and with a feather light touch, dragged the knife further down until it met with her left nipple. To Jeneda's surprise, it instantly perked up, then grew rock hard as Dane maneuvered the tip of the knife so that it circled the stiff piece of flesh.

"I guess that gives me my answer," he said with a soft smile, and just as gingerly, began sliding the edge of the dagger against her right breast. "So no reservations at all?" His dark eyes peered searchingly into her chocolate brown ones. "You aren't the least bit nervous about me sliding a sharp knife against these smooth, gorgeous tits?

"No," she softly said before adding, "I trust you."

"Good. That's very good." As if to test the words that she'd spoken, he increased the pressure of the knife so that the tip of the blade slightly pressed into her nipple.

Although it wasn't hard enough to draw blood, the move did cause Jeneda to give a sharp intake of breath. Yet despite her fear, she also felt a rush of excitement that left her heart beating a little quicker.

"Still trust me?" Dane asked as he lifted the knife and began slowly dragging it down her torso.

"Yes."

And she wholeheartedly did. But that didn't stop her from feeling a wild thrill as the coldness of the blade kissed her smooth, brown stomach. Goosebumps broke out over her feverish skin, and although she was trying very hard to remain still, it seemed as if her abdominal muscles were intent on quivering. The knife caressed her skin with cool precision, making swirls and patterns on her satin-soft flesh.

Dane was clearly well experienced and had a very steady hand, but this didn't stop Jeneda from thinking about how easily the dagger could puncture her skin. Having never been under the blade of a knife before, it should have frightened her. Yet somehow the feeling of helplessness that came along with engaging in the risky activity made the whole experience all the more thrilling.

Along with the physical stimulation there was also a psychological one, and she was strangely aroused by the sensation of a sharp, dangerous object being trailed along her skin.

This was the thought that ran through her head as she lifted her gaze to his face, and on noticing the look of intensity that was plastered across it, she began to wonder if he wasn't in some kind of a trance. It certainly seemed as if he was mesmerized, because his hooded eyes had taken on a lustful glint. It was a raw, primitive expression that she'd seen countless times before, but there was something especially sexy about the way he was currently studying her that really made her hot.

With meticulous slowness, Dane continued to slide the dagger further downward until the razor sharp steel made contact with the waistband of her panties. A flick of his wrist was all it took for the knife to slice through the lacy fabric, and now fully exposed and without any barrier against the gleaming knife, her pussy was bared for his gaze.

A breathless gasp passed Jeneda's lips at the sensation of the blade drawing against her hairless femininity, but it wasn't until he began gently moving the tip of the dagger along the outer edge of her pussy lips that her pulse began to quicken.

Knowing that the slightest movement could result in a cut, she kept her body completely still. The apex between her thighs, however, was throbbing in expectation, and her inner muscles repeatedly clenched, as if signaling their need for something to grasp.

"Your pussy is wet," Dane said with a faint smile. "You must really be enjoying this."

Although her heart was hammering in her chest, she was indeed enjoying it, and found not only the physical sensations absolutely delicious, but the psychological aspect of it as well. So deeply entranced by the intensity of the moment, she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the knife, which glinted dangerously under the soft light of the candles.

With delicate carefulness, Dane caressed her dampened folds with the flat of the blade. Then maneuvering the knife in his hand so that the handle was facing her slit, he gently guided it into her velvety snugness.

A soft moan fell from her lips at the feel of him driving the handle deeper inside of her, and with complete unabashment, she spread her legs even wider. Half lidded with lust and excitement, her eyes were keenly fixed on the movement of the knife, watching as Dane pushed it in and out of the delicate folds of her pussy.

At first he thrust it into her at a slow, gentle pace, but as her whimpers rose in volume, he deepened his manipulations. This brought forth moans that were even throatier than before, and Jeneda began bucking her hips back and forth to increase the already delectable friction that the ornately engraved knife provided her.

"What a kinky little fucktoy you are." Dane's eyes twinkled merrily, as if taking great pleasure in the fact that she was getting off on such a salacious act. "Does it turn you on, having the handle of my knife stuffed deep inside of your hot wet cunt?"

Unable to respond with more than a lustful moan, Jeneda threw her head back and gazed dazedly at the ceiling, but a sharp tug on her collar abruptly brought her attention back to Dane, who was staring down at her with an animalistic glint in his eyes.

"Eyes on your master," he said. "You're not to look away unless given permission, understand?"

The nod that she gave let him know that she did, and with a cry that was just as heady as it was raw, she stared deeply into his eyes. Jeneda had been so into the moment that she'd completely forgotten about the collar around her neck, let alone the chain leash that was attached to it. But now that she'd been reminded of her pet-like status, it further elevated her excitement and sent an electric current right through her achingly sensitive center.

"Who do you belong to?" While maintaining the in and out motion of the knife, he swirled it around in her velvet-like hole.

"You," she breathily replied. "I belong to you."

"Say my name." He tightened his grip on her leash just slightly so that she took notice and really paid attention to what he was saying. "Say the name of the one who owns you."

"Master." The words left her mouth in a hot gasp, followed by a hoarse moan.

"That's right," he darkly purred. "Moan for me like the horny little slut you are."

Aching and desperate for more stimulation, she let out an even louder cry while rolling her hips. The air was charged with an erotic energy she had never experienced before, and the rush she felt was incredible.

"Do you love the feeling of being owned?" He asked. "Of being so powerless that you're nothing more than a vessel for me to stick my dick inside of?"

"Yes."

"How much do you love it?" He questioned in a low, sexy tone. "Tell me."

Her breathing had picked up, making it difficult for her to respond, but the way her face was contorted into an expression of ecstasy was a clear sign that she was intensely aroused. Soft groans passed her lips as she gyrated lightly against the knife and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if to convey how intently she was focusing on the present moment.

Marveling at the hot flow of juices that continuously spilled from her cleft, Dane continued to masturbate her with the handle of the knife. Her breathing steadily accelerated and her lips pursed into an 'O' shape, but due to the feathery strokes he was giving her, she found herself perpetually on the edge of what she knew would be an intense orgasm.

Yet although she was filled with an almost angry need, she couldn't deny the intense thrill she was receiving at being collared, leashed, and penetrated by the handle of a wickedly sharp knife.

You're a very naughty girl," Dane said while maneuvering the weapon so that the round handle moved faster inside of her. "Getting off on something like this."

A whimper was pushed from her lips as Dane lowered his mouth to one of her jutting nipples, and as he began to gently suckle it, she moaned and twisted against her restraints.

Aching for the sensation of something thicker inside of her, Jeneda arched her hips, bucking them roughly against his own. He responded by pressing the hard contours of his body against her softer, more feminine form, and with eyes peering deep into hers, he withdrew the handle of the dagger from her slippery heat.

A breathy cry escaped her throat as his hard cock greedily impaled her core, pressing harder and deeper until he was fully lodged inside of her. Jeneda's hips lifted into the air so that the angle of penetration was increased, and with legs wrapped around his narrow waist, she drew him tighter against her.

Utilizing the strength in his leanly muscled arms and thighs, Dane began pummeling into her at a hard, fast rhythm. There was a power behind his thrusts that made her feel as if she were little more than a warm hole for his needs, but that was exactly the way that she liked it. She loved being his toy, and couldn't get enough of the helpless feeling that came along with being used like a fuck doll.

With her wrists still bound to the headboard she was unable to steady herself, so with each in and out motion of his cock, her body jerked to the rhythm of his frantic motions. She guessed that Dane must have taken notice of the way her body was lurching forward, because he tightened his hold on her leash.

A pleasured moan escaped her lips at the sensation of the collar tautening, and as he continued to hammer her with savage thrusts, she loudly cried out at the sweet, wet friction that was created. The sex was rough, powerful, and intense in a way that left her feeling intoxicated. Somehow it was almost too much pleasure for her take, and yet at the same time, she found herself needing even more.

With an ease and adeptness that took Jeneda completely by surprise, Dane undid the knot in the scarf that was binding her hands to the headboard. He flipped her over so that she was in the correct position to be penetrated from behind, and with his fist still clasping the handle of her leash, he eased into her with one firm thrust.

"Unnhh." She groaned at the hot glide of flesh to flesh, then rocked her hips to match his insistent rhythm.

This only lasted for a short time, however, before Dane took complete control, and with his palm grasping her waist, he stilled the movement of her hips that so that he could drive as deep and hard as he wanted. The faster his thrusts came, the louder she moaned, and as he continually gained speed Jeneda found herself on the verge of a very powerful orgasm.

Suddenly, and with a stunning amount of force that knocked the breath right out of her, Dane's palm connected with her rear end. Her body jolted forward, lips parting in a silent gasp. She didn't even have to time to suck in a breath before he spanked her again, and as it was promptly followed up with yet another stinging slap, she let out a husky moan.

"I knew you were a kinky girl," Dane softly said while leaning in closer so that his lips were right next to her ear. "You always did like being taken hard...."

His palm delivered a firm swat to her quivering backside.

"...love having your hair pulled during sex..."

Another hard smack, this time quicker and more direct than the last.

"...and you love having your nipples bitten and pinched."

Her round bottom jiggled as he spanked her again, leaving behind a sting that was certain to last a few days.

"Don't you?" He questioned.

"Y-yes," she barely managed to breathe out.

There was more power behind his large hands than she had expected, so she was left a bit stunned at just how hard the spanks had been. But as the seventh smack came down across the flesh of her tender ass, she found herself not only welcoming the feel of Dane's broad palm against her rear end, but craving the stinging sensation that came along with it.