Page 7 of The Black Lotus
My breathing returns to normal remembering it is Aster who is in control, I begin to calm, anxiously waiting for the lesson to continue.
We haven’t done a lesson that involved pain and pleasure yet. He taught me basic fighting and self defense moves, but they never ended in sex no matter how horny I got seeing his arms flex while he was teaching me. The way his veins would bulge when he had his hand wrapped around my throat and told me to flip him, or when I would come at him and he captured me with unnerving ease, my panties soaked instantly. And he knew, the smug bastard. He would scold me afterwards about paying attention, claiming our lessons were serious and could save my life.How is a girl supposed to focus when her man is looking so delectable?I wanted to lick the sweat glistening off his abs, and I almost did, but he stopped me.Fucking asshole.Eventually I learned to pay attention and stop thinking about his dick inside me the whole time, I couldn’t handle the punishments of no dick for a couple days, so, for him to bring pleasure into this lesson, I am feeling all kinds of emotions right now. My nipples acheto have his mouth wrapped around them. My pussy is weeping, begging to be fucked. Worst of all, my stomach is in knots, awaiting the impending pain. Never knowing when the lesson will resume is worse than waiting to be pleasured.
“Fuck!” I seethe, feeling the sting of the blade against my inner thigh. A second later Aster’s tongue glides across the cut, instantly soothing the burn and making my insides churn.
“Aster. Please. I need to see you.” I beg, the urge to rip this blindfold off my eyes increasing with the silence. But with my arms strapped down, I’m unable to move. The last time he drew blood and licked my essence off the knife, I made myself bleed.
Looking back, I think that’s when the darkness sleeping in me began to awaken. The memories that laid dormant for so long were starting to stir and that’s why I was seeing less and less of Jessica.
Aster’s body moves up mine, his breath on my chest, his mouth hovering just above my nipple. The moment his lips make contact, I feel another slice on top of my chest. I don’t react to the pain of the knife, too distracted by his tongue flicking my hardened nipple, a small moan rumbling in my throat.
Good thing I’m not gagged.
His mouth moves, making me gasp from the loss of his heat. I feel his head move to the other side of my chest, his tongue gliding over the cut.
“Aster...” I moan, pulling against my bindings, “please, I need more.”
“Ever the impatient one,” he says, kissing down my body, inching closer and closer to my aching cunt.
His breath hovers over my waiting pussy, his fingers spreading me open as he blows a breath onto my clit, goosebumps erupting across my flesh.
He did say he was going to punish me.
His mouth wraps around the sensitive bud, and I wait for the pain to accompany the pleasure, but all I feel is the satisfaction of the release I’ve been holding in. He moans his approval against my pulsing pussy, my head tipping back, hips gyrating against his face. Two of his fingers enter me, my back bowing off the table as he curls them upward, hitting that sensitive spot he never seems to miss, and with his mouth on me, his fingers working in and out, I feel myself slipping further and further into ecstasy.
I feel his fingers quickening their pace, no pain breaking through my hazy pleasure, but I feel something warm trickle down the side of my leg.Did he cut me?
I don’t get a chance to question his actions, my stomach tightening as the euphoria I’ve been begging for finally courses through me. Aster groans, the rumble heightening my pleasure while he laps at all the juices, my body spasming under him. His mouth leaves me and I feel his hand reach around my head, taking the blindfold off of me. My eyes squint against the dimmed lights above me, slowly adjusting to my surroundings as I come down from my impossible high.
Aster is sitting above me, staring at my body with a different kind of admiration than I usually see from him.
“Your blood coating your skin, with your cuts scarring it, almost makes me want you as my little lamb.”
“Too bad your heart got in the way of your addiction.”
“Too bad indeed.”
A blush paints my cheeks as I look up, straining to see what he’s seeing, but before I can ask him to help me see his marks, he undoes the strap around my stomach. Then moves onto the bindings on my legs, and finally the one keeping my arms above my head. The relief I feel moving my aching joints and waking them back up, is almost as good as the orgasms were. Almost.
He reaches his hand out to me. “You look beautiful with your blood covering you.”
Covering me?
I look down, my breath hitching, sure enough, my body is covered in fresh and drying blood. I run my finger through the red, tracing my finger against his lips like a macabre balm.
“If you tease me with your essence, you’ll make me want to bleed you every time I bring you pleasure,” he warns.
I stick my finger in his mouth, ignoring his threat. His eyes flare as he moans around the intrusion, sucking it clean.
Taking the finger out of his mouth his pupils dilate, I try to get off the table, hesitant to look at myself, my back slamming onto the table with an echoing crash as Aster's mouth devours my own.
My hands tangle in his hair, nails digging into his scalp to deepen the kiss as my tongue dances with his.My turn to make him bleed a little.
His hips grind against my pussy, wet and dripping and begging to be filled. His hands slip to the waistband of his sweats, pulling out his dick and surging into me without warning. I gasp from the hard intrusion, pressing my chest against his as waves radiate through me.
“Fuck, Serena,” Aster groans. “Your pussy is squeezing the life out of my dick. If you keep gripping me like that, we’ll both come before we’re ready to.”
Ignoring his words I constrict around him, making him moan. I wrap my legs around him, dragging him deeper into me. He leans down, slamming his hands down around my head, pounding deeper and deeper. I reach between us and circle my clit, bringing myself to another orgasm, losing count of how many I’ve been given.
