Page 40 of Enthrall Secrets
And suddenly he ripped himself away.
A strike at my belly told me the session was well underway. At first the stinging of the whip was almost too much to bear, as though his kiss had weakened my resolve. But as my skin came alive and was warmed, I sunk into the rhythm.
Round and around he moved with his ceaseless torture, and I rested my head back and took everything he wanted to give - every pinch, every slap, and every unexpected thrust of a palm to nudge me into a better position.
When he set a pace of spanking my buttocks, I slipped further into subspace and rocked against his palm. Deeper and deeper I went, enjoying the sensation of his hand meeting my sensitized skin, which was surely bright red by now. When he fastened the clamps to my nipples I bit through the discomfort, and then almost came when they worked their magic of stimulating my areolas.
Danton’s dark machinations went on forever, or so it felt, and I hung forward in a state of happiness.
He rewarded my obedience.
Still blindfolded, I felt his mouth latch onto my sex, lapping hungrily, his hands cupping my butt and pulling me into him, his tongue darting into me.
In my mind’s eye, I knew he was bowing at my feet and it felt like a prelude to how my very own sub might worship me when the time came.
But right now I was still his submissive and I knew better than to climax without permission.
The blissful sensation ceased, and I moaned at this loss of pleasure.
Danton placed what felt like a leather strap around my waist, pulling it taut around my belly and nudging me forward. My legs rose off the ground as though I were flying. Danton slid between my thighs and thrust his cock deep inside me.
He stilled completely.
I wiggled to encourage him to move and a hard slap came down on my butt.
Waiting for him to take me felt like an eternity, my body shuddering as I forced myself to relax, my pussy squeezing his cock in encouragement.
Slowly at first, he began that long glide inside me and then withdrew all the way out. I bit my lip to prevent myself from going crazy and wiggling, trying to fuck him back. This was a test of my ability to let my master continue to lead.
It took all my will to surrender to him.
Finally I relaxed, and his steady pummeling sent me into an erotic trance, like an out of body experience that felt transcendent.
He leaned over and removed the clamps to play with my nipples, and I was so swept away I came, screaming during my orgasm, overwhelmed with bliss and barely hearing myself yell over the music. Out of control, I became a writhing mess as my body swayed back to take all of him in and devour all he had to give as I felt his wet heat shoot into me.
Panting, I felt too exhausted to move in my swing. I just hung there, savoring the sensations of his cock still buried deep inside me and his firm hand trailing along my back.
I moaned when he pulled out of me.
The music ceased and I felt the headphones slip off - yet my blindfold remained.
“Scarlet,” said Danton.
“Master.” I leaned forward wanting to rest my cheek against his chest.
His hand cupped my face. “Was that nice, my sweet sub?”
“Yes,” I said, sounding breathless.
“You respond well.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Promise you’ll be honest with me.”
“Always.”
“I want to ask you a question.”
