In the beginning, Part 1
It was strange, with hands tied and her eyes blindfolded, she drifted peacefully, aware of his hand circling her flesh from breast to stomach, from hip bone to hip bone. Who would have ever thought bondage could bring her into this place. A sanctuary of sorts, peaceful, almost serene. The darkness comforting.
Her awareness centered on his hand. The only part of him touching her. A slight shifting in the air alerted her to his movement extinguishing any possible startling reaction before it occurred. Warm moist air hinted at his plans as it hovered over her nipple making it startlingly aware of desire’s flames licking beneath the surface.
She could feel with growing clarity the areola gather and pucker tightly around its burgeoning tip. A sharp intake of breath, expunged without effort, signaled her rising desire.
Where she expected lips, she found a tongue’s wet stiffened tip flick, then swirl, circling her stiffened peak. Then a sharp nip fierce startling her with the sudden sharp pain causing her to gasp and arch her back as if seeking more of the same. Her body betraying her need while her mind withdrew.
She retreated to her dark sanctuary, only to be drawn out again by the sensual pleasure of his hand and his tongue. Aware of her retreat he focused on drawing her back out with the soft swirl of his tongue on one nipple then the other. His hand still circling, petting her stomach.
Reclining on his elbow, leaning slightly over her, the flesh of his arousal pressed against her hip, one leg overlapping her leg beginning just above the knee, he focused her pleasure on her nipples. Surrounding one with his lips, he sucked it gently in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, then swirling around its tip. Waiting for a time after he sensed her return, her arousal building, he would nip her again sharply with his teeth causing her pain which would subside quickly into pleasure.
Each time she retreated less and less until finally he would hear her soft moans of pleasure after each nip. His hand continuing to circle, petting her but staying away from her woman’s center.
For long minutes he continued his sensual attack on her breasts, working on awakening her desires. No longer retreating, his lips and tongue traveled up to her neck, first to the hollow at the base of her throat, then followed her collarbone to the soft valley at the base of her neck where his tongue discovered a surprising response which had her panting and her hips rocking.
“Oh, god, what are you doing?” she gasped then moaned as he increased his attack.
She felt him chuckle against her throat, a sensation she never thought would be arousing and yet it set her blood aflame. She twisted and even bucked until she suddenly found herself on her stomach.
Flipping her onto her stomach hadn’t really been in his plan but he also hadn’t expected to find that very sensitive trigger point. Something he would not forget.
Since she was on her stomach he decided to find out just how responsive her back was. He straddled her legs just below her hips, with his balls cradled in the juncture of her thighs and her nicely rounded cheeks. Leaning forward his cock lay along the cleft of her ass while his lips kissed the back of her neck and his tongue flicked out, tasting her.
Creating a trail of kisses down her spine including a wet trail from his tongue, what he sought at first seemed elusive. Invoking his fingers into the melee to discover her secrets her responses seemed confusing. He would return time and again to areas he thought aroused her to only find it did not produce the same result.
He puzzled over this until in frustration he removed his hands and mouth completely from her back and remained straddling her.
She honestly didn’t think he had a clue as to what he was doing to her.
It was as if he sought the Holy Grail and just when he thought he found it, it slipped from his grasp.
Her body was humming. From the moment she had flipped onto her stomach and he straddled her legs, she knew she was in trouble. His balls resting in the juncture of her thighs rubbed against her with his slightest movement. When he leaned forward his cock pressed lengthwise into the crease of her ass. Moving forward to kiss her at the base of her neck, pressed his hips against her bottom and the inside of his legs brushed against the tops of her thighs.
Kissing and licking trails from her neck down her spine and back up again, and over her back caused more than he knew.
Leaning forward, to place his hands on either side of her body as he worked on deciphering her responses, he heard her elicit a moan. He hadn’t touched her. What was going on? He scanned down her body from her shoulders to her waist to her hips and where he straddled her thighs. He moved back, then rocked forward again, and heard another moan.
“Oh, god. Yes?”
He rocked his hips again.
He started to get up and sit to one side of her when she suddenly gasped, “No. Stop.”
He froze. “You want me to stop?”
“Yes. I mean, no.”
He chuckled. Then patted her bottom. He was already on his knees to one side of her, so he decided to experiment. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss upon the top of the back of her thigh just below the rounded curve of her bottom.
Keeping his lips in the same place he licked her.
She moaned again.
He flicked his tongue along the crease between thigh and her curved bottom, and occasionally sucking softly on her skin.
She moaned and her hips rose to meet his lips when he started to pull away.
He replaced his lips with the tips of his fingers, using both hands to caress each thigh.
She writhed upon the bed, moaning one long continuous moan.
He had been with responsive women but in truth none had been this responsive. And none had ever been this sensitive on this part of their body, which just happens to coincide with his most favorite body part on a woman. He wondered what would happen if he ever spanked her.
Looking at his belt lying on the floor where he dropped it. He had considered using it on her which was why when he undressed, he had pulled it out of the belt loops of his pants so he could easily retrieve it if he chose to use it. But he hadn’t considered it again until now.
“Baby. Have you ever been spanked?”
“When I was a kid. And once by a guy I met, he used a wide leather strap.”
“Did you like it, when the guy used the leather strap?”
“It wasn’t bad. I honestly didn’t think much of it.”
“When he spanked you, was there pain?”
“No. Not really.”
“Why do you say, Hmmmm?”
“There is a technique to spanking. If done right, it will first give pain which quickly turns to pleasure. I suspect the guy didn’t know what he was doing.” He sat beside her looking at his belt, while the palm of his hand petted her bottom and her upper thighs. His mind taking note of her responses. He smiled to himself, lifted his hand and delivered a good hard smack to her bottom.
And then, he smiled.
On to Part 6
© Kate Spyder