Venus School of Sex Ch. 07

God how he wanted to give it to her... but this being her first BDSM class, he couldn't push her too far. Wasn't allowed to. And he knew that was smart, as much as he wanted to really push her boundaries immediately and see how far he could take her.

But for now... she'd been spanked, tied, clamped and blindfolded. That was enough and more than enough for the first class. Also, they only had about ten minutes left and he'd really like to make her cum for him again.

Reaching between her legs, he was careful to make sure that the only part of his body that touched her were his fingers and the base of his hand. He slid his fingers inside of her, parting her wet folds and making her pant with hungry desire as he began finger fucking her, the heel of his hand pressed flush against her clit.

"Ride it," he ordered her. "Ride my hand like you wish you were riding me."

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Jessica was in heaven. Or hell. The orgasm that was building in her was immense, but the fact that it hadn't hit her yet, the fact that Mr. Flood was barely touching her when she wanted his body pressed against hers, that was hell. She moved her hips, fucking his hand, riding his fingers, but she wanted more, more, more of him. God she'd love to have him on top of her or behind her, the way Mr. Fire had been. This tantalizing dance of Mr. Flood's, the fact that they hadn't really culminated their passion was driving her insane.

Her nipples throbbed in the clamps, in rhythm with the movements of her hips, as her breasts bounced in time with her passionate grinding. Her head fell back as she let her weight fall onto her wrists, trying to press her pussy down harder onto his hand... and his fingers thrust into her more forcefully. Why wasn't he touching her more? She was pretty sure he found her attractive.

Slight movement of his hand and then his lips were touching hers... his tongue moving into her mouth, and she sucked on it, wanting as much of him as possible inside of her. They were fused at the lips and by his hand and pussy, but nothing else touched. Arching her back with need, her breasts with their swollen tips brushed against the bare skin of his chest. It was so hard for her to bend her body out that far, but he didn't move away as she brushed her super sensitive and clamped nipples against him over and over... her body was tightening as his hand rubbed against her clit, his fingers stroking her insides, hitting that wonderful g-spot over... and over.... And then he pressed.

It occurred to her, at that moment, that he might be waiting to give her his cock until he took her anal virginity the next morning. The thought combined with the sensations sweeping through her body and she screamed as a powerful orgasm exploded from her core. Suddenly he was there, pressing against her, his body hot and hard and pushing his hand forcefully into her pussy, this other arm wrapped around her and holding her up as she screamed and writhed. Her sore nipples pressed into his chest, shocks of pain as she moved against him interspersed with the bursts of rapture that were rocking her body. With her legs tied open like this, her arms tied above her, she was completely at his mercy and as her sensitized clit screamed for mercy his fingers just kept moving... and moving... forcing wave after wave of orgasm through her until she thought she might pass out from the over load of pleasure.

As she hung there his fingers slowed and her screams became soft sobs, her thrashing gave way to exhaustion. Mr. Flood's fingers rubbed gently, soothingly, massaging but no longer demanding.

When he brought his fingers up to her mouth she opened them immediately, smelling her juices on them. Once he took them out, he caught her lips for a kiss and released the clamps on her nipples, his mouth swallowing the gasps as blood and sensation flooded her chest. God that was intense.... His hands gently rubbed away the pain.

He untied her wrists and she practically fell onto him, clinging to him because her legs were too rubbery to hold her steady. Mr. Flood kissed her, his lips tender. It wasn't like kissing Mr. Winter or Nick... it was more like kissing Mr. Fire. The entire time he was removing the ropes from her wrists and ankles and helping her dress, it was with a kind of sweet deference.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked her when the bell rang?

"Oh yes.... Sir," she replied with a twinkle in her eyes.