Page 70 of My Lord
I moved from the bed and picked up the two remaining restraints. I clasped them around her ankles and secured each to the last two corner posts. I walked around the room, admiring her from different angles. She followed me, turning her head, and licking her lips. I remained fully clothed but I, once again, unfastened my jeans and stood beside the bed and wanked. I slid my hand up and down, pumping furiously. I needed a quick release; my balls had been hurting since the apartment. I came and white milky fluid spurted in ribbons over her body. The contrast against her tanned skin aroused me. Although I’d come, my cock was still hard, painfully so. I growled out in frustration.
I walked to the racks and picked up a flogger. Its leather clad handle gave way to strips of the same black leather. I slapped it gently against my leg. Gabriella’s eyes widened and she licked her lips.
“Are you thirsty, my Lady?” I whispered. She gently nodded.
I placed the flogger on the bed and grabbed a bottle of cold water from an ice bucket on the top of the sideboard. I unscrewed the cap and took a sip myself before holding her head and pouring it into her mouth. She swallowed although some ran down the sides of her cheeks. She gasped when I tipped the bottle further and drizzled ice-cold water over her chest, her nipples, down her stomach and then between her legs. The water washed my cum from her skin.
I trailed the flogger from an ankle, up her leg, over her hip and across her stomach. I let the leather tails circle her nipple then moved down again. I drew the flogger across her pussy watching the leather soak up some of her juices. She screamed out when I flicked it against her. She raised her hips and the cuffs strained as she pulled on them.
“You say when you want to stop,” I whispered and she nodded, understanding.
I flicked again, and again. Her nipples puckered hard and I couldn’t wait to hold them between my teeth. I was having too much fun tormenting her to stop. When the strands of leather were slick, I trailed it up her body and commanded her to open her mouth. I slipped the ends into her mouth and she sucked on them.
Before she could relax again, I flicked the strands against her nipples. She cried out in pain and I paused.
“It’s fine,” she said, her voice ragged.
I flicked again, gentler that time. I imagined her skin was hypersensitive from such an intense orgasm, that’s what I was hoping for, anyway. I wanted her body hot, then cold, and then hot again. I wanted sensations to zap in her brain, confusing themselves, until she was just one mass of feeling. Only then would I fuck her.
When her skin pinked from the flogger, I cooled it with the water. I picked up ice in my hands and placed the cubes in the hollow of her neck, in her navel, and I pushed an ice cube inside her. Flicking against her clitoris with the flogger while the ice melted and had the desired effect. Gabriella screamed out writhed, rattled her restraints. Shedemandedthat I fuck her. I wasn’t done teasing, though.
I unfastenend the cuffs and made her turn over. At first I thought she was going to leap at me. She got to all fours and smirked. She licked her lips as if about to devour me. That was until I slapped the flogger over her back. She lay down then, punished.
Her arse was crying out for attention. I swapped the flogger for a paddle, a large wooden instrument with a flattened end. It made a satisfying sound as it connected with her skin. She gripped the bedding, dragging it to her. She parted her legs as far as she could, and her arousal was clear to see. I slapped her again, and then doused the fire with yet more iced water.
When I was done, when I thought she was ready, I stripped off my clothes and climbed on the bed. I grabbed at her hips, raising them. She moved to all fours and I fucked her from behind. I pumped in and out so hard and so fast I had to hold on to her. She cried out my name over and over and fell to her elbows when her arms shook too much to hold her up, biting the bedding to quieten her screams.
It was I that screamed out loud. It was I that shed tears when I finally came. My release was overwhelming and painful. My balls tightened so hard and my cock pumped cum into her over and over. My muscles cramped in my thighs and my stomach. I threw my head back and bit down so hard on my lower lip I drew blood for the second time. The metallic tang was powerful.
I released her gently and she slid to the bed. I moved down and lay on top of her. I dragged in air through my nose trying hard to regulate my heart rate. I rolled to one side and lay on my back then threw one arm above my head, stretching my stomach muscles, and closed my eyes. I felt her hand on my chest, her fingers circling my skin, and then the bed moved. I opened my eyes to watch her straddle my knees. She lowered her head and took my flaccid cock in her mouth. She was so gentle, licking and sucking, bringing me slowly back to life.
When I was rigid again, she rode me. Slowly at first, she rose and fell, rotating her hips. I could feel myself buried deep inside her. I sat up. I wrapped my arms around her body and together we came again. She cried into my neck. Hot salty tears ran down my chest as she told me she loved me. I took hold of her head and raised her face and I kissed her. I kissed her like I loved her back. I couldn’t say the words, but I could convey the feeling. I lowered pulling her with me. She lay on me wrapped tightly in my arms. For half an hour or so we didn’t speak. We were just being, just feeling, and just connecting.
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I dropped Gabriella back at her house even though her bag, shoes, and clothes were still at mine. I made a promise to bring them over in the morning. It had been her decision to return home and I understood why. What had happened between us had been powerful, an exchange of absolute trust and pleasure, of mutual pain and desire. We needed separation to process that.
I showered, regretting losing her scent, and climbed into bed. I picked up my phone from the bedside cabinet to see a text message.
I love you. Thank you for this evening. Gabriella xx
I replied.
Likewise. Alex xx
I slept the sleep of the dead that night. When I woke an hour later than I would normally, I ached. My cock was sore, my balls still tight, and my muscles felt like I’d run a 10k then jumped into a boxing ring. Neither of which I’d done since school. I chuckled as I rolled from the bed. I walked into the living room and startled.
“Good morning. I’m sorry but I needed my bag and you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to disturb you,” Gabriella said.
I strode over and wrapped my arms around her, she snuggled into me. “I adore seeing your smile in the morning,” I said.
“Careful, Alex, that’s another millimetre towards living together.”
“How far have I got? We exchanged keys, I offered you closet space, you wore my slippers—that must mean we are practically married—you’re choosing a sofa with me, and now I said I adore seeing you in the morning. There must still be a few centimetres, an inch or two to go, mustn’t there?” I teased.
It was stupid, I knew I’d live with her in a heartbeat and I wanted to punch my own lights out for being hesitant.
“Small steps,” she said, cupping my face for a kiss.
