Little letters of love (a.k.a. B/D, D/s, S/M)
He still doesn't touch her, yet his fiery gaze burns track marks into her skin. There is something different about him, something savage. It is as if the gentleman has been put on the back burner and the predator is allowed full reign. It should scare her senseless, instead it steals the breath from her lungs and causes heat to pool at her very core, causing the ice inside to melt into center-focused rivulets that soak her soft, pink folds.
At the snap shot of this millisecond, this particular moment in time, there is nothing in the world she wants more than his touch on her tingling skin. Last night she was admiring his fingers bring intoxicating sounds of sorrow and loss from the beautiful, curved instrument in his study. Today she silently begs those same fingers to coax sounds of intoxicating pleasure from the curved instrument that is her own body. She silently begs him, her back arching towards the hand that is almost, but not quite, touching her chest. Her lips part and, seemingly by their own accord, pull the tip of his shushing finger between them. When her mouth finally gets a hold of a part of him, albeit the tip of his index finger, it is as if all resistance drains from him. His almost-touch turns into a strong and demanding hand on her skin, the breath his face covers hers in from such a small distance disappears as her lips are claimed in a rough kiss, stealing the last of her breath from her lungs from its overwhelming passion.
Her clothes are gone, she does not know how or even when that happened. He fills her whole mind, her whole soul. Then his shirt is gone. This time she was looking for it, trying to discern when it happened, and still she missed it.
There are no paddles, no canes, no thick ropes, no trussing. Indeed no blindfolds, hooks in the roof or bottles of lubricant for easier access of hereto closed entrances. Yet somehow she finds her arms pinned to the bed above her head and her hips held in place by the pressure of his, while his mouth devours her body, claims it for his own. This is a purely 'vanilla' version of the events from the past few days. Had she not just lived through said events, she would likely not even have stopped to reflect on his actions, it is only in retrospect she can see what they symbolize. And, even in the light of that knowledge, she finds that it blows her away. She wants this, she wants him!
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He feels her surrender to him, heart and soul. A part of him is happy. For a moment he is tempted to ignore or at least bypass his scenario. But only a part of him, and only for a moment. Instead of releasing the scenario and just going with the flow he removes his mouth from hers and takes a deep but unnecessary breath, it has been more than a millennium since his body needed oxygen.
Looking at the girl who impressed him with her cultural awareness and stimulating conversation he is still thankful for these qualities, yet for the next hour or so it is his intent to draw on completely different skills. If not yet acquired, he will help her attain them. That, obviously, is the whole point of this exercise. What is a training session without training? Despite him needing this for release and preparation, he still wants to make it count.
He breaks the passionate kiss and stares into her eyes. Just one moment of respite for her, and him, as there are some things he needs to know. 'Tell me, little one…' he starts and then hesitates before continuing. She simply nods for him to continue. 'Previous to the activities introduced by me and my brother, what was your preference regarding the experience of closing your plump lips around a man's' most private piece of anatomy? ' She looks at him in confusion and he realizes his manner of speech may have been to flowery to get his actual question across.. He tries again, more bluntly;
'Fellatio… What is the word for it these days? Ah yes… Do you like giving head?' Her eyes widen at his crude words and she shakes her head slightly, not in response to his question but in slight shock at hearing these words come out of his normally so refined mouth. The same mouth she discussed the great composers with last night. He continues with a barrage of questions on the same subject; ' Have you ever deep throated? Did you like it? Do you know the technique?''
She simply shakes her head again, this time in response. Using every ounce of control she can muster she manages to squeak out a shaky 'No.'
He is not fazed, the inquiry continues. 'No what? No you don't like to give head? No you have never deep-throated? No you don't know the technique? You need to elaborate, little one, or I will not know where to start teaching you how to please me. Remember, training is in session, so tell me what I need to know and we can start focusing on the things you need to learn.' He lifts an eyebrow while he looks at her. As he was talking he took the opportunity to unzip his pants and step out of them, dropping his tight black CK boxers to the ground along with his dress pants. Now he was…
Well, even if she would have had a good answer to any of his questions, she's not sure she could have gotten the words out, distracted as she is by the sight of his erect and seriously sizable penis engulfed in his right hand. Staring at it she cannot help but recall what it felt like when he drove that into her, in every possible opening. Just the memory of the final session when he had used it to take the only virginity she had left, thrusting into her from behind while his brother filled her from the front and bringing her to a screaming climax in the process brings a beet red blush to her cheeks and she drops her eyes to the floor.
'Well?' He asks her again, a note of irritation in his voice. 'Don't make me ask you again – I thoroughly detest having to repeat myself.' The fear of this unspoken threat takes her out of her reverie as her sub conscious realizes answering is probably the best option. She takes a deep breath to steady her voice.
'No Master, I don't have the answer to your questions of what I like or don't like. No, I don't know the technique. My boyfriend never asked me to… so I never…' she hesitates; 'Yours is the first… ummmm…. Private Part… that has been in my mouth.' Her admission brings a small smile to his lips. What a pleasant surprise. She has talent, this he already knows from personal experience, so her inexperience is more of a positive challenge than anything else. This, however, is for another day. Today has a different agenda.
He sits down on the edge of the bed and motions for her to get up and stand between his legs. She complies, gingerly trying to shield her nakedness with her arms until he takes them and places her hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing her wrist with his thumbs. He looks her deep in the eye. 'You will enjoy this.' he says, and she strangely believes him. There was no compulsion, just an honest statement, and he never lied to her. She shivers, not from cold, as she tries to relax and stand steady as his hands leave her wrists to explore new realms. He gently caresses the woman in front of him, his hands travelling over her thighs, her hips, and her waist, to finally reach her perky globes. Enclosing them in his palms the rough skin at the center rubs delightfully at her sensitive nipples, immediately causing the buds to harden and elongate.
'Only for pleasure, this time.' he murmurs against her skin as his mouth follows the same trail his right hand just travelled, while that hand leaves her breast and curling around her back, sensually drawing a line down along her spine. His hand reaches her overly sensitive behind at the same time as his lips close around her hard nipple, the double sensation drawing a low, sensual growl from her lips. Her eyes are closed and her head tipped back. One of her hands leaves his shoulder and finds the hair at the back of his neck – trying to prevent her hand from pushing his mouth harder onto her nipple. God, she wants him! He chuckles, and the deep vibrations against her nipple send waves of previously unknown pleasure through her body. 'This. This is for pleasure.' He murmurs, right before his left hand, still resting on her breast, swiftly pinches her nipple and then glides up to the nape of her neck to fist her hair. The grip forces her head back and arches her back, pushing the nipple he already has in his mouth further towards him, and he uses the opportunity to bite down on it, hard. A single lightning strike of pain rushes through her body and a yelp leaves her lungs before the fist in her hair relaxes to stroke her neck and his mouth returns to its gentle ministrations.
This time, even though he is doing nothing different as far as she can discern, her breasts are even more responsive than before, each touch sending spirals of pleasure into her core. The same pleasure as before, only multiplied. She cannot think why or how, he floods her mind with the pleasure he brings with lips and hands. If he continues for long she thinks she could cum from this alone.
His mouth leaves her nipple and travels up past her collarbone, along her neck, his left hand sinking down to join his right on her backside, gently squeezing and kneading her buttocks as he kisses her pulse point. 'This is pleasure from pain, little one.' he murmurs against her skin. 'My pinch and bite sensitized the area, so now each touch brings more pleasure than before. A fair trade, no?' She can only moan in response. A very agreeing moan, she thinks.
At the final word, one of his hands on her butt releases its grip, only to smack down a split second later in the same spot with a resounding whack. It hurts like hell! But, it is not at all like the caning. That pain was sharp and intense, too intense to have any other purpose than the pain itself. This pain is strong, but less sharp, and a moment after the slap hit her buttocks his hand returns in a gentle fashion to rub and caress her flesh. Pain from the blow still lingers, but the impact site is extra sensitized from his hard slap, every nerve-ending awoken and ready for new input. So, when his hand turns gentle and caring the feeling is exquisite. Disturbing, but exquisite. A mewl escapes her lips as she surrenders to the sensation, and to him.
He gazes at her with hooded eyes, enjoying her reaction. She really is special and he finds that he holds a significant degree of affection for this little human. That is, affection, ownership and arousal. He keeps rubbing her buttocks where his slap hit and sees her wanton reaction, so he dares an open question. 'What do you want me to do, little one? What do you long for me to do to you right now?' Even completely naked and writhing under his hands she manages to blush at the question. Or, more likely, to her minds answer to the question. After 10-15 seconds without an answer his right hand again leaves her flesh only to come down right across her lower buttocks and her sex in a rather vicious blow, aimed to punish her for not answering right away but still keeping on the right side of the pain/pleasure balance. When his gentle palm starts caressing the site of the slap the effects send shivers all through her body, and suddenly she knows the right answer. The one he wants to hear, and the one she wants to say, all rolled into one.
'I want you to spank me, Master. I want you to spank me for pleasure, not punishment. Then I want you to take me, in any way you want to. That is what I want, that is what I long for.' To her immense surprise she is completely honest in this request and his beaming smile again tells her she got this answer right.
'Your wish is my command.' He chuckles as he adjusts his body on the end of the bed. 'What a happy coincidence, as I want to spank you too. I have been waiting for two weeks to see that glorious ass of yours all pink from my palms while your center oozes its excitement.'
A light trilling sound is heard from the bed stand, just for a second. Elijah recognizes it as the alarm he set for 45 minutes before he will have to leave. He knows how caught up in the moment he can become, and although he doubts that She would slip his mind, it is better to be safe than sorry. Apparently the alarm was a good idea as more time has passed in conversation than he had intended. Important conversation, to be sure, yet still time spent talking instead of fucking. He growls lightly and flips her over his knee, the sudden change causing her to squeal. He drops the plan to have her place herself there, drops everything that is a waste of time. Her upper body is half on, half off the bed, her legs are mostly dangling in the air and her naked behind is propped up on his knee, already slightly pink from the previous couple of slaps he had ministered to it.
'I told you I had limited time and now it has almost run out,' he growls at her 'were you purposefully distracting me?' With that
question his right hand is lifted into the air, only to come back down with
force as he begins to spank her, eliciting both moans and whimpers from her
small frame. He takes care, despite his upset words, not to strike hard enough
to attempt to truly punish her, keeping on the right side of the border. He has
worked up to this moment tonight, knowing the following steps will be much
easier if she can admit, even if it is just to herself, that she indeed finds
intense pleasure in this situation.Every smack is fierce, yet controlled. Every slap stings. Yet each blow is followed by gentle caresses of the reddened area and no two slaps strike exactly the same place. She wails from the pain, she moans from the pleasure, until separating the wails from the moans or the moans from the wails becomes almost impossible. Her nipples are still tingling from his earlier administrations, her current position keeps them rubbing against the covers of the bed and adds to the sensations.
Just as she starts thinking she cannot bear any more, that the pain is overshadowing everything else, he stops. Both his hands rub her backside gently, every feather light touch enhanced by the blood right under her skin. It burns, but it burns in a good way. The way that feelings burn. The way that arousal burns. When one of his hands dip between her cheeks to stroke along her exposed sex she is not surprised that he finds it soaking wet, although she does not know when that happened. Probably amidst the moans and the wailing.
He trails a finger along her soaking slit, his other hand still caressing her buttocks. 'Pink is a very good color on you, my dear.' He chuckles. 'I have seen your ass from many different angels by now, but never has it looked as enticing as it does in this moment. I am almost sorry I am pressed for time.' With that he gently lifts her off his lap and places her, still face down, in the center of the bed. Carefully he pushes on one of her legs at a time, causing the knees to bend and coaxing them in under her body, similar to the way one may set up a mannequin just so in pose. Finally he is happy with her posture. Her head is resting on her hands and the soft silk sheets, her underarms crossed to create a makeshift pillow. The top half of her upper body rests heavily on the bed, while a sharp arch of the lower spine starts mid-back and reaches its apex at her angled hips. Her knees are pulled in under her, causing the angle and providing a resting place for said hips, which in turn support perfect twin globes of soft, sensitive flesh surrounding her wet core. Although her skin is fair, even pale, her buttocks are now a bright pink from his careful spanking, nearly matching the color of her glistening sex protruding between them.
This excited her, no doubt about it. Again he laments being pressed for time as he could have had so much fun with prolonging this but, as he reminds himself, despite the fact that She is not even aware that he is coming, he cannot keep Her waiting. Neither can he go there in the frustrated state he is in, not without danger. So, time to get this show on the road. Still stroking her pink backside he allows one hand to wrap around her hips, quickly finding the swollen outer center of her pleasure with his index and middle finger, while he maneuvers his body in place behind her. She gasps at every stroke of his fingers over her clit.
He leans forward, purring softly in her ear. 'I will fuck you now, little one. Hard.' Her body shivers in response to his crude words. Again, not from fear, oh no. 'You will feel my hips hit your tender ass at the bottom of every thrust, and you will explode from the sensation.' Once more she believes him, once more he is only telling her facts, not compelling. She tenses her body and attempts to push her backside closer to him, to finish the teasing motion that his cock at her entrance has begun.
The hand stimulating her swollen clit moves to her opening and she can feel his fingers spread her sex open wide. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slides his head into her. Then he stops and remains still except from the very slight rocking motion that keeps his tip moving inside of her. This time she gets the time to get used to him. This time every step is pleasurable, incredible, inhuman. His other hand reaches her chest and without warning he gives her nipple a sharp pinch, causing her to yelp. At the same time his cock slides another inch into her, immediately transforming the would-be-painful sensation from her nipple to blissful pleasure. Stalling his entry he begins rocking in this new place. 'What do you want?' he purrs again. She does not hesitate for a second before answering.
'You'
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He angles his hips slightly to reach new depths, once again marveling that her small body can take his full size. Even while he is looking at his cock disappear to the very hilt in her over and over, it still seems impossible. It's not like he is complaining though. He leans forward and wraps his arms around her and then shifts his body, bringing her up to sit in his lap, back to his chest and still impaled on his cock. He easily manipulates her body to rise and fall along his shaft, his hips bucking up to meet her body on each down pull. Her gasps lose their last painful edge and turn into pure please, he notices one of her hands trailing close to her center, clearly with the intention of stimulating herself. He stills and grabs her wrist.
'No, little one. Although I would normally enjoy watching you pleasure yourself while I fuck you, there is no room for that in this scene. You may beg me to touch you, and perhaps I will listen, but you are not to touch yourself. Do you understand?' He emphasizes his question with a sharp thrust upwards, filling her to the brim. His head actually meets the back of her womb, the added stimulation almost making him come undone.
'But, Elijah… please…' she whimpers. 'I just need….' He stiffens but holds off responding for a second to see if she will catch herself, but she is apparently too far gone to realize that she has used his name. With only two simple rules to adhere to, he really cannot let this mistake slip. Catching her other wrist and transferring it to the same hand that holds her first he lifts her arms over her head and sets a punishing pace as he renews his thrusts into her core. He does not want to use pain to correct her, instead choosing a different sort of punishment, a very rewarding one.
'Oh, little one, we were almost at the finish line. You just had to mess up in the last minute, didn't you?' He groans in her ear in time with his thrusts, each one bringing him closer to his release. 'Whatever will I do with you?' His balls start tingling and this time instead of holding back he increases the speed and force of his thrusts even further until he reaches the point of no return, throwing his head back and panting as he empties his seed deep inside her, careful not to make any moves to bring her with him over the edge. His cum starts trickling out of her almost immediately and he lifts her off his lap, the swift motion of his cock completely exiting her causing her to wince.
Reaching down beside the bed to where her robe lays discarded, he removes the belt from its loops and with practiced ease ties her hands together, securing the end of the belt to the headboard before she even has a chance to realize what is happening. A quick pull downwards on her body stretches her arms above her, effectively immobilizing her. 'No touching yourself.' Grabbing the crumpled sheet he quickly tears a couple of strips from it, wrapping one around each of her ankles and securing them tightly around the lower bed posts. 'No grinding your thighs together either.' He smiles rather wickedly at her still panting form; she is clearly very hot and bothered. 'In short, no release for you, little one. That is your punishment for now.'
Leaving her rather shell shocked and panting on the bed after these recent and unexpected developments, he languidly stretches and stands up. He disappears into the bathroom and reappears a few minutes later with a towel around his waist, clearly having had a shower, before swiftly getting dressed, picking fresh underwear and a newly pressed suit. Minutes later he stands before her naked, tied up form, looking every inch the perfect, distinguished gentleman just out of a board room meeting. His gaze caressing her naked curves is not unfriendly as he smiles down at her.
'I must be going now, but my brother will join you shortly. How to handle your inability to remember simple rules from there on until I return will be up to him.' He winks at her 'Try to be a good 'Kitten' and don't use your claws, little one. Kol can be much less lenient than I.' She is still too shocked to get a single word out, instead she just stares at him with wide eyes. Is this really happening? He quickly gathers the last few items he needs from the room and leans over her to kiss her forehead. 'Know that I truly care for you, little one. I do what needs to be done for your benefit. I will miss you.' He surprises himself with realizing his words are completely true. He will miss her, even wishes he could stay. Maybe she is getting under his skin?
With a quick brush of his beautiful lips against hers, he is gone.
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