Page 38 of Bound in Sacrifice

“I’m sorry, Sir. I was just thinking that I was surprised when you didn’t pull a toy out of the basket. You always seem to have something handy whenever we’re together.”

This time I let out a small laugh to try and lighten the mood back up.

“You know, you can use anything as a toy, it doesn’t have to be something made specifically as a sexual implement.”

My eyes narrow slyly and I’m happy to see that she doesn’t appear as nervous as she usually does.

“Shall I show you?”

I know her answer before she says it, evidenced by the deep red blush heating her cheeks right now.

“Rosabelle, I love how responsive you are and I look forward to your reaction every time I’m near.”

Her cheeks light up even brighter. I stand up and hold my hand out to help her.

“Strip out of your clothes and lie down on the blanket,”

“Out here?” I glare at her and she changes her reaction. “I’m sorry! Yes, Sir!”

“I promise, no one will be able to see you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I walk to one of the bushes and pick a rose that has a large bloom on it. When I turn around, my eyes land on my little lamb looking good enough to eat on the blanket.I think I just might…

“Good girl,” I say to her.

I reach into the basket and pull out the wine tool, which has a small knife on it used for cutting the foil on a wine bottle. I use it to cut the thorns from the stem of the flower so I don’t accidentally scrape Rosabelle’s skin.

“Close your eyes for me and relax. Nothing I do is going to be painful, okay?

“Yes, Sir,” she says, eyes already closed.

I take a moment to appreciate her body before getting started. She is gorgeous. Her nipples are tight little peaks from the light breeze, and I can already see a slight glistening near the opening of her pussy. The sight of her like this drives me wild. My cock thickens with my building hunger and I know that I will be tasting her today.

I place the bud of the rose on her chest, between her tits, before circling each of them a few times. I run the bud down her stomach in small circular motions, getting close to her pussy, and then backing away again. I see her fists tighten a few times in response and hear the moan escape from her throat.

The next time I drag the flower down her stomach, I veer to the right and continue the soft, circular motions down her right leg. When I get to her foot, I remove the flower and lightly tickle the bottom of her foot. Her leg jumps and it makes me smile. Then, I drag the flower back up her leg. I run it dangerously close to her pussy, but don’t touch it, yet. Instead, I drag the flower down her left leg, repeating what I did with the right.

When I get back to the center between her legs, I run the flower around her pussy a few times before I run it down her closed slit.

I hear another moan of pleasure.

“Open your legs for me, Rosabelle.”

She opens her legs, but not far enough.

“Wider.”

She spreads them as wide as she can go, completely opening herself up to me. I can see her bright red pussy, glistening with her juices that have escaped from deep inside.

“Beautiful.”

I touch the bud of the rose to her clit and I rub the area in circles, eliciting a louder moan from her this time. Then, I smack her on her clit with it a few times. I run it up right up the middle of her pussy, collecting some of her moisture on the petals before I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply.

“Intoxicating.”

I place the rose down on the blanket and grab the bottle of wine.

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