Page 103 of A Lesson In Beginning

Fingers replaced the feather as he trailed his touch over my body.

Plucking at my nipples, he tugged and tweaked, pulling them away from my body to the point of pain as I hissed and arched beneath him.

“Do you know how exquisite you look, lying beneath me, naked and wanting? I want to torture this incredible body, wildfire. Every fucking inch of it.”

“Then stop teasing me and do it.” The words hissed through my teeth as my pussy flooded with want for him.

“Not yet. Be patient.” Fingers roughly pinched both of my nipples, twisting them in their tight grip as I panted through the delicious pain, my pussy so wet I could feel it begin to coat my thighs.

Just as his fingers released their torturous grasp, his mouth replaced them, licking and sucking one hardened peak into his mouth while he moved off of my body. His other hand moved down my stomach, tickling over my ribs, and lower, until he found my wet slit.

“Christ, you are so wet for me. So fucking wet.” His mouth left my breast, the sound of sucking ringing in my ears. He was tasting me off of his own fingers. I groaned, instantly imagining the feel of his tongue on my clit.

The sound of buzzing filled my ears a moment before a small vibrator touched my clit.

“Let’s see just how much you can handle, wildfire.” He pressed against the vibrator a few times, the intensity ramping up and then…

“NO!” I cried out in anguish. The delicious vibrations came in torturous, sporadic intervals.

Quick, quick, slow…

Quick, quick, slow…

It was agonizing torment, right from the beginning.

His sinister chuckled filled my ears as the light touch of the feather returned, teasing and tickling over my body as I writhed against the restraints.

“Look at that gorgeous body move. So sexy, love.” His lips pressed against my nipple, mouth opening. Teeth grazed, bit, and then lips sucked.

“Take it, love. Take it for me.” His groaning words, breathed out against my skin, only furthered my torment.

On and on it went, that horrible quick, quick, slow buzzing torture over my clit while his hands, lips, teeth, and tongue ravished my body with a master’s touch. Or rather, a Sir’s touch.

A second sound reached my ears, buzzing away, but at a higher pitch than the first. He slipped a buzzing toy between my folds and up inside of me. This new buzzing drove me mad as he pressed it up against the spot inside me that made me see stars.

The combination of buzzing, the brutal torment of it all, assaulted my every sense, my every thought.

“Please let me cum, Sir! Please!” Whimpering and begging, I pleaded for my release. The incessant, excruciating buzzing drove me just to the edge of madness before it stopped and the cycle began again, never quite letting me reach the climax I so desperately sought.

He slid between my legs, pressing his hands upwards, urging my thighs apart.

“Open up for me, wildfire. Open up wide for me so I can taste the pleasure I give you.”

He spread me open, finally removing that horrid buzzing from my clit, only to be replaced by his mouth.

Tongue flicking, lips sucking, he drove me right to the brink of orgasm once more. My hips bucked, twisted, and circled as I strove for the pinnacle of my desire.

“Cum for me, love. Cum for me, and give me that taste I crave.” His growl of desire buzzed against my clit, tongue immediately flicking again, driving me to that point of no return and crashing me over the edge into orgasmic madness.

“Sir!” I screamed, I cried, I begged and pleaded until my throat was raw. My legs trembled as he licked me down from heaven, back to earth again. I almost wept when he pulled the second buzzing toy from my tunnel.

I barely registered the feel of him moving over my body, or the sound of metal clinking as he released me from my bonds. The cuffs came off quickly as he pulled me up to him. My head spun for a moment as I found my balance sitting. Rubbing my wrists, he checked to make sure I was okay before kissing each fingertip slowly.

“Come back to me, wildfire. Just for a moment.” The blindfold was carefully pulled from my head and I blinked slowly, adjusting to the dim lighting. He stood, holding a hand out to me and helping me to stand on wobbly legs.

“Where are we going?” I rasped the words out as he led me out of the room, carefully helping me down the stairs. I didn’t have enough brain function to even worry about my nudity as he led me to the living room, clear over to where windows lined the entire wall. The lights of the city burned brightly before us as he pressed me to the glass, making me gasp.

“Right here, love. Stay right here.” He placed each of my hands against the chilly window, the January cold seeping through the glass and into my skin, making me shiver.

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