Page 25 of Fool's Desire

The intensity of the orgasm was always in the build-up, the further Joel teased, the more he denied, the better the payoff. Desi knew it would be worth waiting for. Especially after all her years of drought. The culmination would be like precious water to her parched soul.

The fronds licked at her breasts, and her instinct was to lunge forward and meet the delicious fire that prickled her skin, to offer her chest for more. But that wasn't the way Joel wanted to play this scene, so she ruthlessly shoved the impulse down. She could feel the dampness pooling between her legs and knew it wouldn't be long before it coated her thighs. The image of everyone seeing her arousal titillated her even more, making her insides spasm and causing her to gush some more.

Joel returned to where he began, then removed her blindfold before starting all over again, but significantly harder this time.

Desi concentrated on controlling her body, knowing it wouldn't be long now until the accumulation of endorphins dulled her pain receptors, allowing Joel to thrash her all he liked while she, herself, floated in a euphoric haze.

The play of muscles across Joel's torso was mesmerising as he swung his arm in a wide arc, his biceps flexed and retracted, his wrist flexible and practiced as they flicked and rotated like a great conductor, the sound of each individual strand hitting her slick skin, forming a different tone over taut muscle or soft curves and building together to make its own kind of music.

The sheen of sweat blooming across his skin only increased her appreciation, and Desi felt her stomach tighten as she watched his pecs surge and his beautiful six pack abs ripple.

Joel really was a beautiful specimen of a man. As Desi watched him through half lidded eyes, she decided there really wasn't anything that could improve either his body or his looks. He would make beautiful babies. The thought surprised her a little, but the idea of bearing Joel's children made her lady parts curl even more with a startling yearning for something she hadn't even realised that she wanted. Maybe her biological clock was ticking louder than she had imagined.

The soft fronds of the flogger gained momentum, slapping against her body and heating her skin to flash point, and suddenly, she was there, suspended in that perfect moment which was both exhilarating and languid at the same time, encapsulated in her own private world of pure bliss. Everything around her ceased to exist, her thoughts, the room, the people, her problems. Every care she had in the world was obliterated. Her focus narrowed so that the scene itself became suddenly more intense, even while her awareness of pain vanished.

It was like being drunk or high, and in a way, she was. The dump of endorphins into her system, along with the release of epinephrine into her bloodstream from her adrenal glands, was the body's natural equivalent of morphine and produced a similar reaction.

Desi revelled in ecstasy, her heartbeat thudding in her ears, perspiration sheening her skin. Aware of the metamorphosis in her psyche, Joel swiftly brought the flogger down on her pussy, ramping up her desire and blasting her deeper into subspace.

Like an elastic band being wound tighter and tighter, Desi's cravings grew greater, her carnal hunger more extreme, and she longed for the cataclysmic detonation that she knew was so close.

Joel took her right to the edge as she knew he would, then just as she reached the crescendo, just as she was about to snap, the flogging ceased.

She wanted to scream at the denial; she wanted to beg for the release. It took her entire force of will to keep silent.

Joel's arm came around her waist, his skin cool against her heated flesh. As if from a distance, she heard the chain clink as he released her bonds.

The cuffs remained around her wrists, and he kept the spreader bar in place as he positioned her on her knees, then pushed her shoulders and face into a plump cushion. He positioned her so that her cheek rested on the soft material, her head adjusted to face the crowd. It didn't matter, she was oblivious to them all, her eyes unfocused and distracted. Just as he had demanded, she remained still and silent as he attached each individual wrist cuff to a ring at each end of the bar near her ankles, forcing her backside high and putting everything on display. Moisture trickled down her leg and Joel tracked it with his tongue, tracing it back to its source but denying her any further indulgence from his mouth.

A light shiver rippled her skin, replaced by the sting of his punishment as he started to spank her hard and fast. There was no warm up here, just a rain of merciless slapping that set fire to her butt. She could hear Joel grunt with the sheer exertion, but her endorphin coated brain interpreted every blow as pure bliss.

God, she loved the feel of his hand. More often, Joel used a crop or a paddle, but his bare palm on her backside was so much more intimate, and she gloried in that touch like a brat who misbehaves, just to get attention.

Desi was disappointed when he stopped the spanking at the count of thirty, but her heart soared as he directed five more slaps against her dripping pussy. Her clit swelled and her climax was so very close, she could almost taste it.

Pulling away, Joel reached beneath her and found her peaked nipples. He twisted them cruelly, pulling them taut over and over, and Desi's sex clenched deliciously in reply, as if it was attached by an invisible cord.

Eventually, Joel stood, and she heard him undoing the laces on his leathers and listened to the distinct ripping of a foil wrapper in eager anticipation. She longed to feel him fill her, the waiting was becoming unbearable and she knew he purposely took his time sheathing himself with the condom, teasing her control.

At last, he dropped down behind her, his big hand like a brand on the base of her spine, sending frissons of electricity into her extremities. She felt him nudge slowly up behind her, and the anticipation threatened to erupt as soon as she felt him line up his cock head.

Joel shoved inside in one single thrust, and Desi couldn't help the widening of her eyes and the parting of her lips at the invasion. She knew the shock of his penetration probably showed on her face, but Desi was more amazed that she had found the willpower to avoid spontaneous combustion.

She felt wonderfully stretched and the burn added yet another layer of pleasurable pain. It had been so very long. She was balanced on a precipice, about to tumble over into the most luscious vortex of pleasure and her body was racing recklessly towards the finish line quite heedless of her mind's desire to obey Joel's commands.

Joel froze, just for a second, not to allow her the time to adjust to the intrusion, though it served the same purpose, but to savour his own fulfilment, and Desi heard him let out a long, heartfelt groan as he threw his head back in gratification.

Then he was pounding into her mercilessly, his hands grasping her hips in a bruising grip as he levered himself back and forth.

Each thrust bottomed out against her cervix, causing an explosion of delight, each pass stroked her g-spot, sending her higher and higher. The force of his thrusts sent his balls swinging so that with each penetration they slapped against her clit. Her breath shortened into light pants, her thighs quivered as she strained to hold back. Joel grasped her hair and wrenched back her head and grated, "Come for me. Now!"

Desi exploded. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, relaxing her throat against the desire to scream until her lungs collapsed. She could barely catch her breath, the overwhelming blast of sheer ecstasy making her lightheaded. She felt the twisting maelstrom of joy and elation and euphoria electrify her soul and worked hard to internalise the exhilarating sensations. With no other outlet, they bombarded her senses with primal responses until her body and brain could take absolutely no more and she momentarily lost consciousness, drunk on endorphins and pleasure.

Joel collapsed back onto his haunches sucking air into his deprived lungs as his head reeled and his body still quaked from his completion. The entire scene with Desi had been off the scale and Joel visibly struggled to regain his composure.

The room had erupted in appreciative applause, and even in this dazed state, he knew that Desi's performance had been outstanding.

Joel fumbled to dispose of the condom. He knew he had to get to Desi fast, but his body felt mired in lethargy and he couldn't seem to act quickly enough. She hadn't moved a muscle, not even so much as blinked, and although Joel guessed that she might have passed out and his conscious mind had started to panic, he couldn't seem to unglue his brain from the stupor that had overcome him.

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