Okay, so this long ass chapter is AAAAALLLLLLLL playtime. It’s intense, hot, and there is a myriad of emotions involved. So, sit back, get a glass of wine, and go somewhere that you will not be disturbed for a while. There is probably more instruction in this chapter than anything that I’ve ever written but be warned. The last scene in this chapter is very long, very detailed, and very hot. It took me several days to write it because I had to keep stopping to get laid… Seriously, I did…
Please refrain from sending me the reviews and PM’s that state that the chapter was too long and dragged on because it was 12,000 words of fucking. I’m telling you right now… it’s 12,000 words of fucking! This chapter took place from approximately 2am until dawn. If you don’t want to read it, please don’t. It’s ALL SEX… nothing else happens in this chapter. You have been warned.
I will thank all of my reviewers in the next chapter because I really need to just get to this one. It’s going to be a little controversial, I already know, and I can’t wait for your reviews and comments after you read it. I don’t mind opposing viewpoints but please, keep it respectful.
While you’re reading this, I need you guys to remember the difference between orgasm refusal and orgasm denial. Refusal is what Ana did to Christian during TPE. Denial is what Christian did to Ana in Fifty Shades Freed when she safe-worded. The sub has control over refusal—they can just come and take the punishment. The Dom/Domme has control over denial—they stop stimulation before the sub climaxes. It’s important that you remember that while reading this update. BDSM pros are probably going to beat me over the head with this one, but yes—I searched in the darkest corners of the internet and found some information on refusal vs denial, because if you do a search you will just find denial. I even asked an actual Domme (yes, I know one).
Long instructional Author’s Note at the end for those of you who would like to “try this at home,” and I do encourage it.
On with the story—all previous disclaimers apply to this chapter.
Chapter 54—The Scene Continues
“On the bed!” he commands. There’s no tenderness in his voice. At this point, he’s totally my Dom, no longer my Christian. I know that he won’t hurt me beyond what I can take, but I also know that tonight’s scenes will be nothing like the night that we were in the playroom. I climb on the bed on my knees.
“How does Sir want me?” I ask, trying to show contrition and a willingness to please.
“On your back, arms and legs out!” he snaps. Oookay, shut up, Steele. You are completely a sub today. I take in a deep breath and release it and lay down as instructed. My Dom attaches the straps to my restraints and pulls them hard. I can feel his displeasure as he tightens the straps. I close my eyes and let him finish. Once I am strapped eagle-spread on the bed, my breathing becomes erratic. I’m sure that he takes it as arousal, but as much as I don’t want to admit it, I’m afraid.
“Calm yourself, Ms. Steele!” he demands. His voice was so harsh that I take a breath in and hold it. I await your punishment, Sir. He blindfolds me and the next thing I know, the flogger comes down hard on my leg. I suck in a long gasp and don’t release. No prelim, no preparation, nothing. This flogger is different from the last one. The tails are longer and softer than the first one, but that means it covers more ground and he hits me a little harder. He uses the same technique as he used before—strike and pull—only this time, I’m lying down so it doesn’t wrap around my body. He strikes again, my thighs this time, and I jerk on the bed. Okay, I need to do some really fast deducing right now.
This is a pleasure/pain experience and the pleasure is going to excite me which will make me want to come. If I close out the pleasure completely, that will leave me with just the pain, and the pain experience alone is unbearable. The only way that I can do this without ending up completely resenting him later is to accept the whole pleasure/pain experience and then resist the orgasm when it comes. I turn my head away from the direction of the strikes. With the next strike, I release the breath that I was holding like I’m underwater. The minute the next strike comes, I gasp the air in again. Now, here’s what going on…
My Dom is angry with me because I have unequivocally decided that—at his instruction—I will keep myself from coming.
I’m angry with my Dom because I wanted control over a spanking that I don’t think I deserved in the first place. In my move to help him, I set myself up to get this spanking at a time when I wasn’t ready for it and when I did get it, it was a full-on discipline spank.
Now my Dom has restrained me, and the restraints are damn-near cutting off my circulation—not because the restraints are tight because I applied those restraints myself. No, it’s because the straps attached to the restraints are pulled so tight. I feel like I’m damn-near being drawn and quartered!
In an effort to calm his discontent with my breathing, I hold my breath for three strikes, then breath on the fourth inhaling on the fifth and starting the process all back over again. However, in doing this… in for one, hold for three, out for one… I’m cutting off the oxygen to my brain, so I’m starting to get this euphoric feeling along with the pleasure/pain feeling that comes with the flogging. Needless to say, this angers my Dom more… or at least I think it does…
“Breathe, Anastasia!” he snaps. Okay, this isn’t going to work. I’m doing this to help him regain some of the control that I know he feels that he lost today, and he’s so busy repeatedly snapping at me that I’m certain he thinks otherwise. I release my breath and my whole body reacts. Everything drops and loosens. It even feels like the restraints loosen a bit. I’m contemplating stopping this scene without safewording and letting him know that it’s not working for us when I feel his hand right on my pussy. I gasp at the pressure and the surprise when he rips the little panties off with one movement. He thrusts his fingers inside of me and strokes, using his hand to manipulate my wet folds and clitoris, and my body betrays me.
“Ah!” I gasp, involuntarily. His hand feels so good as he does this squeezing motion where his palm does a downstroke when he pulls his fingers out and a luscious upstroke when he thrusts his fingers back in. The pleasure is extreme… especially in light of his treatment just moments ago. My skin is still on fire from the flogging and the added pleasure from his skilled fingers would surely push me over the edge… under normal circumstances… but not tonight. Tonight, I will absorb all of this pleasure and I will. Not. Come.
“Ms. Steele,” he says, increasing his manipulating as if he somehow read my resolve. “You’re so wet. I would think you were enjoying yourself,” he says. I can almost hear disdain in his voice. Well, think again, Buddy! My body may be responsive to this irresistible stimulation, but in my mind, I just want to slap you upside your head… hard!
I grind my teeth to keep from speaking, mewling, moaning… and he increases the pressure on my clit. No. No. I will not come. Oh, God, it feels so good and my breathing is going crazy… but I will not come. When he pulls his hand out, he pulls it up so that his fingers drag across my clit and I almost expire. He slowly drags his hand up my body to my mouth and pushes his fingers inside.
“Taste yourself, Anastasia,” my Dom says, and I raise my head and suck my juices from his fingers. This is so hot! He gasps as I suck his fingers into my mouth and lick salaciously. I can feel him leaning over the bed.
“Oh, God, Anastasia. See how hard I am for you? See how badly I want to fuck you right now?” He moves over so that his erection rests in my restrained hand. I instinctively grasp his member through his jeans and he feels magnificent as I clench and rub his dick.
“Fuck!” he hisses as he grinds into my hand repeatedly, his fingers still in my mouth. Now this is really messing with me. I want to fuck him so badly, feeling his cock stroking against my hand straining against the unforgiving denim. His breathing is becoming ragged and he snatches his hand out of my mouth and then he’s gone, probably to control himself. Dammit! A few moments later, I feel the bed dip and he’s over me—but his knees are near my arms.
Next, I feel tender meat against my lips and I smell the unmistakable musky fragrance of my Dom. Oooooo… do I get a treat?
“You know what to do,” my Dom growls. I stick out my tongue and feel the tender skin of his testicle. I extend my tongue and greedily lick the skin, pulling it between my lips occasionally. He gasps, and I feel his balls hit my lips then leave, then hit my lips then leave, so I know that he is stroking himself. Hell, that shit turns me on. I open my mouth and the next time his balls drop, I hungrily suck one into my mouth and gently roll it around.
“Sssssshit!” He hisses as I feel his legs tremble against me. I still can’t see him. I wish I could—to watch him come apart, but it would only prolong my agony since I can’t come. Instead, I enjoy the feeling of him in my mouth, greedily sucking his balls and teasing the skin, inhaling his scent deeply and knowing—nonetheless—that he’s coming apart in my mouth.
“Stop!” he commands, his voice thick with desire. I open my mouth immediately to release him. Mmmmm. I’ve missed the taste of his skin in my mouth. Oh, please, give me more. If I can’t come tonight, at least let me suck you off. My Dom obeys my silent wish and I next feel his erection touching my lips an straining against his skin.
Oh, thank you, Sir. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!
I stick out my tongue to gauge exactly where he is, then lift my head to run my tongue around the tender and sensitive ridge of his head before sucking it into my mouth.
“Ah!” he cries out as I apply suction and pressure just to his head. “Aw fuck!” He almost sounds like he’s crying. He strokes his head into my mouth a few times, then stills for a moment.
“Head down,” he commands, and I lie my head back on the pillow. Now he’s fucking my mouth. Oh hell! I have to control the pulsing in my pussy because this is making me so, so hot! He removes my blindfold and he’s watching me as he fucks my mouth. I’m watching his hips glide smoothly back and forth as my lips and tongue sear his throbbing cock. His sexy 6-pack is controlling his stroke and he looks glorious. I’m determined that he’s about to come even if he doesn’t think so.
I adjust my face so that I relay pure pleasure when he looks at me, then I regulate my breathing to match his movements so that he can do deep, uninterrupted strokes into my mouth. Once I tighten my lips and jaws and wrap my tongue around his cock as much as I can, I moan to indicate my pleasure for Sir’s reward.
“Aaaahh!” my Dom moans and deepens his stroke in my mouth. “Oh, shit!” he exclaims, his expression tortured and his shiny locks hanging a bit in his face. He gently grabs my head and starts to stroke deeply into my mouth, trying to control himself apparently so that he doesn’t choke me.
Have we met? Stop holding back!
I tip my head a bit so that on his downstroke, he goes into my throat.
“Fuuuck!” he yells and screws his eyes shut. He instinctively straightens his legs and supports his weight on his arms, stroking deeply into my mouth. Yes! Yes! That’s what I want. I moan again, hungrily taking all that he gives me.
“Fuck, Anastasia, fuck!” his legs start to tremble again, and his dick stiffens even more. I can feel him trying to withdraw, but I raise my head as far as I can to take him in my throat and prepare to swallow. I go down hard on his shaft and suck with all the strength in my jaws.
“Aaaaahhhh! Oh, Goooood!” he grunts as he pumps his seed hotly into my mouth. I swallow quickly then suck harder, pulling out all of his juices. The veins and muscles in his arms flex and tense and his eyes are screwed shut as he rides out his release, pumping into my mouth.
“Oh, fucking hell!” he cries as his cock throbs in my mouth and I clamp down on it relentlessly, massaging his head with my tongue.
“Stop,” he says when I have drained all the juice he’s willing to give this time. I release him, and he gently rubs his member, trying to catch his breath. I avert my eyes from him, suddenly remembering that at some time during this exchange, I made eye contact with him. I’m sure he’ll remember, and I’m almost resentful again as I’m sure he’ll punish me for it. He rises from me and releases my restraints.
“On your knees,” he commands. See? I knew it wasn’t a good idea to start in second position… but on my knees where? On the bed? On the floor? The last time I asked for clarification, he bit my head off. I do it on the bed. If he wants me elsewhere, he has to tell me.
I turn over and get on my knees as instructed, perfect position two—head down, legs apart, hands on my thighs, wearing only a garter belt, stockings, and stilettos. He pauses for a moment. I can see him standing there even though I can’t see what he’s doing. I take a deep breath and slowly let it out as I wonder to myself what I’ve done wrong now. He picks up the blindfold and walks over to me. He pulls my hair back over my shoulders and blindfolds me again.
“Raise your ass. Up on your knees,” he commands. I quickly raise my butt up off of my feet so that my arms hang freely in front of me. He positions my arms behind my back and clips the wrists restraints together. Satisfied that I’m duly restrained, he leaves, and I hear water running.
He opens a drawer… most likely that drawer… and a few moments later, I feel him near me again. He removes my garter belt but leaves my stockings. I’m surprised they stayed in place. I feel something trickling… right at the top of my butt and down the crack. It makes me shiver. What is that? Water? His hand rubs where the substance has dripped, and I feel that it’s oil. His oily hand feels divine rubbing in between my cheeks and against my asshole. My breathing increases again as I try to control my intense arousal. A few moments later, I feel something hard and slippery pressing against my hole then slowly entering me.
“Ah!” I moan. I couldn’t help it. I tried. I bite my lip immediately to stifle the whimper that follows.
“Quiet!” his command is whispered. A soft, sensual threat. My body is shaking as he pushes the object further inside me and I feel my ass close over on a large ball. Fuck!
I’m not going to make it, Hon.
Don’t fucking talk to me, I’m trying to concentrate here!
As soon as I think I have adjusted and can deal with the immense pleasure of what I think is a supersized anal bead, he’s pushing again and it’s entering my body even further. That’s when I realize that it’s glass and it’s either a dildo or a butt plug. I clench my fist and my body starts to tremble as the second ball enters my ass and my muscles clamp around it. I hiss loudly trying not to succumb completely to this sensation. He so doesn’t play fair… but then again, he’s not supposed to, now is he?
- Will. Not. Come. I. Will. Not. Come.
I open my mouth to get more air in as he turns the butt plug in my ass. Fuck! I whimper quietly, and I know he’s enjoying my torment, but I will not come. He reaches around me with his oily hand and rubs my now bulging clitoris. Oh fuck! I shake violently against him, but I will not come. His other hand comes around and teases my nipple until it’s so hard that it’s almost painful. The pleasure is nearly overloading my senses… but I will not come.
He stimulates me for so long that I almost lose my damn mind, pushing that damn butt plug into my ass with his body and stroking my clit with his oily fingers while teasing my nipple to the point of pain. Oh God, I’m going to go crazy, but I will not come.
He gives me a slight reprieve from the hand manipulation but leaves the butt plug in place. That reprieve is short-lived when I hear what sounds like a hundred metal balls against glass. What the fuck is that!? I then feel heavy balls over my shoulder… and they are very warm! And wet! The water trickles down my already sensitized skin and I flinch.
What the hell is that thing?
Whatever it is, my Dom has it traveling all over my body, trickling water in strategic places and now I have to control my breathing again. I don’t know what this thing is but the feel of it running against my skin, over my nipples, between my breasts, down my back, over my ass… is driving me insane!
He releases the wrists restraints from each other and commands me to shift to my hands and knees. I’m nearly fucking breathless. I drop to my hands and I hear the balls against the glass again, like he dropped them. I’m trying to pull air into my lungs, but my stomach is clenching so hard that it keeps pushing the air back out. I feel sweat forming all over my body—not that soft, sensual ladylike sex sheen, but water-pouring-out-of-my-skin-bench-pressing-twice-my-body-weight-running-six-miles-on-a-treadmill sweat! I feel it running down my face and trying to cool my raging libido with no luck.
I vaguely remember trying to control my pounding horniness just over 24 hours ago, only then I didn’t have a fully erect sex god no doubt about to drive several divine inches of hard velvet cock into me and a glass butt plug in my ass! Sure enough, before I could finish that thought properly, my Dom has slammed himself balls deep into my pussy, forcefully pulling me back onto his cock by my hips.
Oh, sweet fuck!
I fucking see stars! I actually fucking see stars! I don’t remember this man ever being this deep in me. I’m sure that he has but right now, I don’t remember it. He’s slamming so hard and deep into me that I can’t even make a sound. My pussy is screaming for release and my arms are barely holding me up. My thighs are shaking, and he’s pushing this butt plug into my ass with every thrust.
I… will… not… come…
My mouth is hanging open as I concentrate on pushing my vaginal muscles out because if I tighten them, I will explode… in magnificent bicentennial colors! The sweat is collecting heavily on my face and each time he thrusts forward, more of my hair sticks to my cheeks. I’m breathing in and out through my mouth when he grabs my hair and pulls hard, actually using it and the hand cupped over my right breast for leverage. I’m every bit a fucking sub right now and he is using me brutally. I feel the quivering of my threatening orgasm in my stomach again, so I try to concentrate on the pain of the hair pulling to distract me.
It works, but only marginally.
My Dom starts to grunt, and I know that he’s chasing his release now. If I can just hold on until…
He releases my hair and reaches his hand around and pinches my clit.
He’s lying on my back driving deeply into my pussy, deliciously tormenting my clitoris and my incredibly hard, tender, and sensitive nipple, and mercilessly driving a double-bulbed butt plug into my ass with every thrust. He’s moving not too fast and not too slow and in my mind’s eye, I can see his glutes tighten feverishly as he uses every muscle in his hips, pelvis, and ass to annihilate my resolve.
His teeth sink into the fleshy part of my back right at the base of my neck—not too hard, but hard enough—and that almost does it. I almost lose the fight. A single tear escapes and joins the sweat on my cheeks. It’s the adrenaline—it would be easily released if I just allow myself to come, but I won’t do it. I. Will. Not. Come.
I can’t even describe the tortured sound that I emit as he makes pre-orgasmic noises in my ear. All I know is that at this point, I swear I’m having some sort of out-of-body experience. My soul is crying from what it can only describe as some kind of separation anxiety, and I have to put that in the back of my mind for now. The Bitch had several things to say but for some reason, I can’t hear her anymore. All the conflicted feelings that I felt when we started aren’t there anymore but are now replaced by the lurking feeling of utter confusion.
I feel like I’m sitting somewhere watching this whole thing unfold… like I’m watching this man sexually torturing this woman and I feel sorry for her. Not sorry like she’s being abused, but sorry that she can’t come. Her whole body is on fire and he knows that. Her arms are shaking; her legs are shaking; there’s sweat pouring from every surface of her skin. Her tits are so aroused that they’ve swollen and are nearly numb. Her pussy is pulsating feverishly in a way that she has never known. The sensation from her ass and hips are making her damn near delirious and he just keeps pounding on and on while she kneels there trying not to fall forward—not that she could with the grip that he has on her breast and her pussy. I watch her eyes tighten as he strokes her clit deeply while he drives his dick deep into her center and she recites her mantra…
I… will… not… come…
She whispers a gasp as he finally thrusts hard into her and stills, his growl loud and primal as he pumps every bit of his angry semen into her. Her head drops and some of her wet stringy hair falls over her shoulder into her face. Her arms are still trembling… my arms are still trembling.
As I float back down to myself, I feel the burning inside of me—my stomach, my thighs, my arms… every muscle firing in my attempt to fend of my orgasm. When he pulls out of me, he snatches my air away with him and I involuntarily start coughing to get it back. This lasts for only a moment, because I don’t want to show any signs of weakness. That was all for naught when, once the coughing stops, my arms and legs go out on me and I find myself face down on the bed—still on my knees—my butt on my feet and my arms and legs curled under me, fighting for air.
I don’t know what he’s doing behind me for the few moments that feel like hours, but I now must endure the exquisite agony of him pulling the double-bulbed butt plug out of my ass. My muscles are too weak to fire, but my nature is still alive and well and fighting for release. I can no longer form a coherent thought now except…
I… will… not… come…
“I’m going to let you rest for a moment,” he says, no tenderness in his voice. A moment. That means he’s not done yet. He wants more.
I don’t speak. I don’t whimper. I don’t murmur. I don’t whine. I barely even breathe. I’m still wearing the blindfold and I have a mouthful of my hair. I’m going to meditate now… try to free my mind and my body of these random, confused thoughts and release the urge to come from a good, stiff breeze. I don’t know what he has in mind or how much longer he plans to torture me, but I won’t come. I… will… not… come…
I don’t know how much time has passed when I hear the glass and the balls again. He removes the blindfold and even the soft light from the night table is unkind to my eyes. I open them momentarily and, seeing him standing right in front of me—still naked—I close them again. I have gained a little strength from the mediation, not much, but a little. Not knowing what he’s expecting from me right now, I feel like the safest thing that I can do is get into position. I drag my upper body off of the bed and spread my legs. Hands on my thighs, head down, I take second position and what for instruction. I think I hear him gasp, but I’m not certain… my brain is scrambled eggs.
“Lie down on the bed, Ms. Steele, face up.” His voice is quieter now, softer–not as sharp as it was before. I slowly take position and he restrains me again, this time not as tightly as he did before. My eyes still closed, I hear the metal balls on glass again and then I feel warm water dripping on me.
Open your eyes, Anastasia.”
I slowly open my eyes to see him holding what looks like a flogger with tails made of metal beads. My eyes grow large and I gasp loudly. He’s not going to hit me with that damn thing… is he?
“This is not for striking, Anastasia,” he says as he lays the warm, wet tickler down on my chest and begins to pull it across my skin again. Oh, I remember this now, I think to myself as the shaking starts anew and the calming effect of the meditation goes completely out the window. He pulls the tickler over my body, my nipples, my stomach, awakening my senses once again. Then he pulls it over my pussy and my protruding clit… repeatedly.
Oh, my damn!
Coherent thought is leaving again… don’t come… don’t come…
Warm, wet, metal balls rolling repeatedly over my burning clit…
I… will… not… come…
I don’t know what to do. My clit is sticking out… I can’t move it away. It feels so good…
I… will… not… come…
When he stops… pauses… I don’t know… my clit is thrumming. Oh God, I can’t think. I’m pulling on my restraints and it’s only when I relax my arms that I realize I was damn near lifting off the bed. I can’t think.
“Oh, Ms. Steele, your clit looks so pretty from this angle. I bet you could come with the force of a thousand men if I licked that pretty little kitty right now.”
Oh, God! Just his words made my clit swell. He reaches past my head to something on the nightstand, but I can barely focus to see what it is. I’ve got to clear my head… I can’t think.
I feel something soft but not so soft on each breast and I think on my clit, too. I hear a noise, like the blood pressure pump, and these soft/hard things are tightening on my nipples and clit.
Okay, I’m whimpering now, mostly because I can’t find words at all. I want to come. And I can’t think… and now he has some strange magical machine sucking my titties and my clit at the same time!
I can’t think… focus, Steele… I will not come… oh, God, this feels so good.
The suction continues and right when I think the pleasure is unbearable, that damn things start to vibrate!
Holy cow, Batman!
“Aaahhh! Aaahhh!” I squeak, damn near sitting straight up in my restraints. I see him… stroking himself hard and deep and my body trembles… vibrates… violently and uncontrollably. He looks good. He looks hot… and I want to come.
I can’t think.
That vein in his head and neck are popping out as he pleasures himself. He’s enjoying this immensely. He’s positioned just between my legs right at my crotch where he has a bird’s-eye view of everything—my pulsing pussy, my swollen tits, my body and hair drenched from sweat, my arms and legs pulling helplessly on the restraints. I also have a bird’s-eye view of him—those pulsing pleasure veins, his washboard stomach adulating with each pull on his hard, swollen, engorged, red dick, him rising on his knees a bit every time his hand gets to the head indicating the intense sensation of the stroke.
Oh fuck, I can’t think.
I can’t come… my brain is crying… I can’t come…
“Aaaahaahaa!” I whine as the vibrations are quickly becoming unbearable.
“Quiet!” he barks, his voice very thick with pleasure and a pending third orgasm for him…
…and none for me…
Oh, God… I’m going to come… I can’t come…
My whole body is shaking…
I can’t control it anymore…
I can’t stop it…
I… will… not… come…
Hold your head back—try to get some air…
Straighten your arms…
I can’t… the more I relax, the more I want to come…
I can’t think…
My whole body is shaking.
The vibrating stops and the suction releases very quickly. No time for sighs of relief… my Dom thrusts into me yet again. Pleasuring himself all the way to the point right before release, he decides that he wants to have his orgasm inside of me… and it sets my whole body aflame… and my mind…
Delicious torture… and I can’t take it anymore.
I can’t think…
My whole body is shaking… on fire… aching…
I can’t take it anymore…
Oh, God, I can’t do it anymore…
I… will not… come…
I… can’t… come…
I… cant… think…
I can’t think… oh, God… I can’t… think…
My legs are shaking viciously as I jerk out my third release. I have been at her for hours… hours… and she didn’t come. I could see that at times it was nearly unbearable and the thought of how close she must be right now is actually making my dick twitch inside her with intense aftershocks.
“Fuck!” I hiss as I hold her hips up off the bed pressed hard against mine so that my balls almost sink into her as I tremble out the last of the sensation of my release. Her pussy is actually warm… no, it’s hot… and her entire body is one clinched muscle right now. I’ve never seen someone take orgasm refusal like she just did. She is the best, by far—better than anyone who has ever subbed for me… ever! Her control threshold is insane. She takes deep erotic stimulation and resists release better than anyone I’ve ever seen… almost better than me… when she’s prepared for it, that is. How the fuck did I get so damn lucky?
I needed extreme… I’ll admit it. I needed extreme control, extreme release, extreme punishment, and extreme pleasure. I couldn’t go the distance to which I have become accustomed—not with Ana—but I went as far as I could possibly go under the circumstances if not a little further… well, maybe a lot further.
I felt like she was deliberately defying me in the beginning. She had to be taught to remember who the Dom in this instance was. Her actions were irritating me—aggravating me more than I already was—and I had to use the tools at my disposal to remind her that when I am Dom, my control is omnipotent.
Her body is trembling ferociously as I pull out. After three hard releases and extremely gratifying control of Ana’s body and orgasms, I am completely sated and refreshed. I feel like myself again—not so lost in the confusions that plagued me just a few hours ago. She always knows what I need… always.
Her fists are clenched, and her head is back. She’s whimpering wildly as all four of her extremities pull against the restraints. She is sweating profusely and has managed to kick off one of her shoes. After all she endured, I would have let her release if she had succumbed. I was sure that she wouldn’t be able to withstand the vibrating triple suckers, but she resisted like a master. It must have been agony.
“Come down, Baby,” I say as I gently kiss her between her breasts. She jumps and whimpers again at my touch, her breathing extremely erratic. Now that I have regained my calm and control, her reaction leaves me feeling a bit uneasy… it feels like she doesn’t want me to touch her at all. I don’t want to untie her until I have her breathing and her body controlled. She might start convulsing or something, but she needs to control her breathing quickly before she hyperventilates.
“Come on, Baby,” I say softly against her cheek stroking her hair. “Come down for me.” I’m kissing her cheek and rubbing her arms. It takes her a while, but she slowly begins to regulate her breathing. Her nipples are pinker and harder than I’ve ever seen them before. Her breasts almost look swollen… bigger… like her clit, sticking out of her lower lips, swollen and aching. She still exhibits masterful control over her desire even though her body is singing… wailing… screaming for release. I’m in awe of her… and extremely proud.
She finally rests her back on the bed again. I know that she’s coming back to herself when she begins to flex her hands, no doubt her fingers tight from their clenched position. Her eyes are closed tightly, and I realize that it’s to prevent the sweat from running into them. I retrieve a cool cloth from the en suite as well as a glass of water and wipe the sweat from her face and eyelids. Her hair was fluffy and full when I came into the room earlier. Now it’s completely drenched, like she just stepped out of the shower. She looks so hot lying there eagle spread wearing nothing but stockings. I want to rub her beautiful tanned skin all over, but I don’t think she could take it right now.
It takes several minutes to calm her, but once she no longer sounds like she’s running a marathon, I begin to undo her restraints. I now see why she was wearing the restraints when I arrived. Her scars from her captivity are still only slightly pink—almost invisible, but not completely—and I wouldn’t have been able to attach the restraints over her scars.
She always knows what I need… always. She has once again put my feelings, my needs, before hers. My heart swells…
“Baby.” At that moment, I’m filled with so much love for this woman that I once again feel like my chest will burst. I quickly release the other wrist and bring them both to my mouth, kissing them gently and repeatedly. She keeps her eyes closed and says nothing as her body continues to tremble… more like shiver, like she’s cold. I hold her head up and give her some of the water to wet her throat. When I lay her head back down, she turns away and draws her hands up clasping them underneath her chin, her arms pressing her breast together deliciously without going near her hot, pink, sensitive nipples. That’s the second time tonight she appears to be drawing into herself.
Did I push her too far?
I release her ankles and remove her other shoe. I delicately remove her silk stockings and massage her feet, toes, and ankles before I climb in the bed next to her, pulling her to me while she’s lying partly on her side and partly on her back. Her body is still trembling and at first, she shrinks away from my touch a bit. Normally I would hold her breast, but as I accidentally run my hand across them, she jumps in discomfort. Instead I put my arms around her waist and hold her close to me in a gentle embrace, pressing my head against hers and kissing her shoulder. She’s completely spent from holding her orgasms, giving that control to me. Now, I lay here comfortable and sated while she’s struggling to ignore her desire, trembling and whimpering and aching—fully willing to try to sleep without release… for me… because I needed it.
I stroke her hair softly and her face contorts just a bit before she relaxes her muscles and settles back into me. I hear the change in her breathing as she quickly succumbs to exhaustion… but I know her body—she won’t rest. She’s wound so tight that even in her slumber, she’s still shaking like a leaf. She’s finding no repose. She gave me control… complete control… and I was happy to have it to find my center. For that, I am grateful, but I’m not at rest if she’s not at rest. I do need control, and she gave it to me. So, I am now going to exercise that control and make her come.
I gently move my hands up to her taut nipples, pinching them both between my fingertips. She jumps from a restless partial slumber.
“No…” she whines, begging me not to torture her further, the slight tremble in her body immediately intensifies.
“Ssssshhh,” I sooth, kissing her neck and sucking her earlobe into my mouth. She releases a tired and defeated moan.
“Please, no more…” she beseeches me, still fighting the sensation feverishly but quickly losing the battle.
“No more, Baby,” I breathe into her ear. “Come for me.” I tweak her nipples again and she cries out.
“Ah!” She reaches behind her and grabs my hip. I don’t think she knows what to do with herself, but she is… right… there… I roll her onto her back and cover her body with mine. I take a hard nipple in my mouth while pinching and teasing the other one.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh,” she cries as she bucks her hips against mine looking for friction. I continue my assault on her tender nipples and I can tell she’s still fighting it. Nonetheless, a few moments later, her body goes rigid as she whimpers out her release, her hands falling on the bed above her head.
“Mmm… yes, Baby. That’s good,” I say, still gently teasing her nipples. I push her legs open and separate her folds with my semi-hard member. I couldn’t possibly muster up another orgasm right now, but the stiffness gives her just the right amount of pressure and friction against her clitoris and her folds to heighten her pleasure… and I’m extremely enjoying the closeness and what it’s doing to her body. She begins to mewl softy.
“Sir…” she breathes.
“No, Baby. It’s not a scene anymore,” I say as I rub my hands along her arms and up to her hands, intertwining her fingers with my own. “You feel good, Baby. Even like this, you feel so good.” I kiss her cheek next to her ear.
“Christian,” she whimpers, her voice tortured. She’s stuck between giving in to her release and her previous mind to resist.
“Oh, Baby,” I say, grinding my hips into hers, still rubbing my semi-hard cock against her now pulsating clit and super wet folds. I grab her leg and put it against my hip, opening her sex further.
“You can come from me, Baby, can’t you?” I hitch my voice to sound like I’m begging as I lick and kiss her beautiful neck and apply more pressure and friction to her sex. Her legs start to tremble and soon she’s calling my name again, squeezing my arms and breathing through her release… but still not the abandon that I’m looking for. She’s holding back. After resisting so hard for so long, she won’t let go.
I’m going to have to break her resistance down.
I take her hands from the bed over her head where she rested them again. I bring them to my lips and kiss her fingers one by one.
“So beautiful.” I whisper as I kiss each finger. “Remarkable… (kiss)… incredible… (kiss, kiss)… astounding… (kiss, kiss)… extraordinary… (kiss)… beautiful girl.” I kiss her remaining fingers and then her cheek near her ear.
“Do you have one more for me, Baby?” I breathe into her ear. Her breathing has picked up again.
“I don’t know,” she half-breathes/half-whimpers. Of course, you do, Beautiful Girl. You’re holding out on me, but your body must have total satisfaction, or you won’t be able to rest.
“Can I try?” I ask, knowing that I’m going to rip this orgasm right from her soul, but wanting her to give it to me as well.
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice full of longing.
“That’s my beautiful girl,” I say kissing her neck and fondling her breasts, her nipples becoming pebbles again to my touch. “Don’t move, Baby. Okay?” She nods.
“Okay.” she breathes. I retrieve the wrist restraints and attach them to the ankle restraints, effectively making the restraints twice as long. I then remove the straps from the bed legs and attach them higher up on the bed frame. Strapping the now-double-restraints to her thighs just above the knee on both sides, I tighten the straps so that her legs are as far open as they can comfortably go. I crawl back up her body until I’m looking her in the eyes.
“I didn’t warn you the last two times that I was doing something different, so I’m going to tell you now. I want you to relax. Don’t move your hips, not that you’ll be able to when I put you in position.”
Her eyes widen just before I kiss her deeply, sensually, running my tongue hungrily through every corner of her mouth, skillfully massaging her tongue and lips with my own. When she moans deeply into my mouth, I know that I have gotten the reaction that I was looking for. I pull my lips away from hers and she’s floating in ecstasy, her eyes barely open and pupils dilated, her chest rising and falling in arousal. I need her to remember that sensation while I do what I’m about to do.
“I’m going to French Kiss you now.” I tell her, still giving her open-mouthed kisses to her plump lips in between sentences.
“I’m going to kiss your beautiful, soft, wet, pink pussy until you come for me.” I kiss her again.
“It’s going to be slow and soft and deep. You are going to want me to move faster, but I won’t.” I kiss her again.
“When you really start to build, you’ll think you’re coming and that feeling will last for a while.” I kiss her again and she whimpers.
“I won’t touch you in the beginning—only my kiss. When I do, you will feel it in different parts of your body.” I kiss her again.
“If I touch you on your thighs, you may feel it in your feet. If I touch your hips, you may feel it in your arms or fingers.” I kiss her again.
This is one technique that I know well and never used more than once on a submissive. If they pleased me particularly well, I introduced them to the French Kiss. Very shortly thereafter, I’ve often had to dismiss them because they became clingy. I finally put it together and stopped using the French Kiss with my subs, but I never forgot the technique. Butterfly can be as clingy as she wants because she’s about to come harder than she ever has before. I guarantee it.
“When you come, it’s going to be incredibly, incredibly intense.” I say the words very slowly so that she knows that I am serious. “If you try to resist it, you might hurt yourself.” Her eyes widen again when I say that. “I tied your legs down because if I don’t, you might hurt me.”
Now she’s looking a little frightened.
“I need you to relax and enjoy it. It’s pure pleasure. Let it happen. Do you understand?” I speak to her in a soft, slow, comforting tone and she nods. “You can touch me anywhere you can reach, but don’t touch yourself… that’s for me to do. Are you ready?” I can see the hesitance in her eyes when she nods. Don’t worry, Baby. I’m going to make you feel so good. I’ll take care of you.
I put pillows under her ass and lower back, raising her hips off the bed. I kiss her once again on her mouth—that slow, deep, sensual technique that makes her moan into mine. I move the technique down to her neck and to her breasts, first one pebble nipple then the other. My mouth never leaves her body, so she connects the same sensation to every part of her that my lips touch—her beautiful mounds, her sternum, her navel. If I break the cycle, I have to start all over again.
I torture the skin where her thighs meet the promised land… that sensitive skin in the fold of her legs. She moans loudly as she attempts to move her hips, but the pillows and restraints give her no purchase to move. This makes the feeling that much more intense for her.
Now I get to kiss that sweet, juicy pussy. It’s sitting up high, served up to me like a fabulously decadent dessert. Just like with any kiss, I close my lips sensually over hers and run my tongue along the outside to gain purchase to the delicious fruit inside, just like I did that first night in her kitchen. I don’t attack her clitoris immediately. This is a process; it takes a while. Each part of the vagina has to be attended. I turn my head and gently suck first her left lip and then her right into my mouth, gently pressing my teeth into them like I would when I kiss her mouth. She gasps, and her breathing becomes erratic again.
Breathe, Baby. We’re just getting started.
Using only my lips, I part her outer lips and let my tongue, very slowly and agonizingly lightly, caress her inner lips just under her clitoris.
“Aaahaaha…” her voice is a sensual squeal of sorts, her hands stretched flat on the bed to keep from fisting into the sheets.
You’re still resisting, Butterfly. Here comes my first touch. I tangle my fingers in hers in both of her hands, clamping them down into mine and pulling her further into my “kiss” while my tongue lingeringly tastes the outer rim of her vaginal opening, achingly slowly traveling up the inside of her outer lips, over the top of her clitoral hood, back down the other side, and back to her vaginal opening exploring just inside like I would inside her mouth just before tongue play.
“Oooooohh,” she mewls softly as I repeat the trek with my tongue, very slowly, from the opening, between the inner and outer lips, over the clitoral hood, down the other side and back to her vaginal opening.
“Ugh!” she gasps, taking in a sharp breath as quickly as she let one out. I feel her hips relax into the pillow and I know that she’s sinking into the pleasure, releasing the mental restraint she was clinging to, grasping my hands and pulling against them. My mouth begins to water as the tip of my tongue massages the inside of her vaginal wall and I watch the juices of her arousal rise slowly and accumulate in a small pool and the base of her vaginal opening. Normally, I don’t see this because we’re so lost in passion that I either swallow them before I see them, or they end up smeared sensuously on my fingers or my dick. Now I watch as her clitoris begins to harden, and I can see her muscles clenching just inside her vaginal opening, pushing her juices out to meet me. It’s everything that I can do not to lap that delicious nectar this moment, but all in due time. Like I said, this is a process.
This is phase one of the French Kiss—preparation. I have licked every outer area of her center—every surface and fold—beginning with receptors in the crease of her legs to the lips that invited me with a smile, the moist folds inside that lead the way to her Valley of Pleasure and the tiny hood that covers the ultimate prize. I start my journey once more with the kiss and bite of the lips. Knowing what I’m doing at this point, she tries to lift her hips a fraction, but I have her perfectly positioned for my needs—for this excruciatingly delicious and sensual journey that can take as little as 15 minutes and as much as an hour. I’m determined that Butterfly’s ride won’t be more than half an hour, or she just might expire.
I continue now to phase two. This is harder than it sounds. I concentrate the efforts of my tongue on her urethral opening—the moist meat right above her vaginal opening and just below her clitoris. She gets a soft, wet, continuous massage of this area without touching her clit. I can imagine that the feeling must be similar to when a woman is teabagging me—where she has not pulled my most responsive part into her mouth, but the feeling on my sensitive balls is so fantastic that I can hardly keep still. This is why I need her immobile—one adjustment of the hips and her clit is in my mouth. Not yet, Baby.
“Uuuuuuhhh,” she keens softly, her voice heavy with content arousal. The massage involves sticking my tongue just under halfway into her vaginal opening and pulling it slowly and sensually out and up over her urethral opening until the tip of my tongue rests at her opening drawing soft, teasing circles in the meat there. I have had women crawling up the bed to get away from me during this phase because I’m told that the feeling is immensely arousing causing her desire to rise… and rise… and rise… but you never come. So, I could use it as a form of orgasm denial if I wanted. This is why I hold her hands going into phase two, but since she’s bound, I don’t have to worry about her crawling away from me. So, I release her hands because phase two requires a different touch.
With my second pass into her luscious vaginal opening, up along those soft and wet inner lips and ending with those concentrated circles at my destination, I gently stroke the skin inside of her inner thighs with the back of my fingers, imitating the movement I would do if I were stroking her cheek while kissing her.
“Christian,” she breathes amorously, her hands sliding up the bed. She strokes her face with the backs of both hands then runs them through her beautiful mahogany locks before they rest on the bed on either side of her head, her fingers curled gently as if she were asleep.
Oh my God, she is so beautiful.
I moan involuntarily when I realize that she has finally released her resistance and given herself to me. She gasps as I repeat the gentle, arousing massage before she mewls,
“Oh, mon amour…”
Okay, I can usually control myself very easily, but when Butterfly starts with the French, I’m like Gomez Addams and it takes everything in my power to not snatch her ass off of this bed, bury my face deep in her pussy and suck her dry!
Control, Grey. The French Kiss. Control…
She continues to keen softly, her chest rising and falling with her arousal, but her breath seems very controlled. I look up her body to her face and her eyes are closed. Her face is soft, not tortured at all… almost serene. Her mouth is open as the soft, beautiful sounds of her heightened arousal repeatedly escape her lips.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard her voice this soft and aroused. It’s usually deep, sultry sounds—sensuous moaning or hot, breathless panting. We have some of the panting, but for the most part it’s high-pitched keening like she can barely get her voice out of her mouth or her breath out of her chest. Small, tortured, sexually-charged squeaks and chirps that make her seem so vulnerable and sexy at the same time—make me want to satisfy her body gently and completely. The subs may have been practice, but the technique was perfected for her. Once I worked out all the bumps and kinks, I stopped doing it… until I got to her. This is no longer The French Kiss… this is Butterfly’s French Kiss.
I repeat the movement of my tongue—partially inside, along the inner lips, around the opening under her clit… over and over. I should have stopped sooner, but she sounds so wonderful lost in her desire and she looks so breathtaking that I didn’t want it to end. Each time I thought I should move on, her new, soft, aroused voice spurned me to continue…
“Ah, c’est si bon…”
“Oh, God, Baby…”
She feels absolutely wonderful, but her throbbing skin and her aroma tell me that it’s time to move on or she just might surprise me and come before the kiss is complete. I keep forgetting that my Butterfly is the most sexually responsive woman that I’ve ever seen, and her body is a treasure trove of unexpected and astonishing occurrences every time we make love. I move my hands to hold her on either side of her stomach just above her hips. I hold her with just a little pressure to make sure that she feels my touch—pressing her against me a bit to hold her in place without holding her down. I chance one more cycle of phase two before progressing into the phase that will ensure her orgasm.
Imagine that you are engaged in the most salacious kiss. Your lips are melding completely with your lover’s and your tongue relentlessly massages theirs while delicately licking other parts of their mouth—inside their lips, their inside cheek, the corner of their mouth…
This is what this stage of the newly named Butterfly’s French Kiss feels like. I start by opening my mouth wide, extending the lips of her pussy and stretching the vaginal opening. Then I stick my tongue deep into that wet, hot, soft core. She cries out in a sexually-charged squeal as I run my long tongue along her vaginal walls, lapping up the sweet juices her arousal has produced for me there. Her muscles are slightly quivering for me, so I have to be very careful with this next step or she will explode immediately.
Much like phase two, my tongue slowly runs the trail from inside her sweet canal, up along the inner lips, over the urethral opening and finally running repeatedly on the underside of her clitoris in very soft, very long, laboriously slow and tantalizing strokes almost like a tickle—my lips holding hers open the entire time, allowing the cool air to run over certain parts of her heated core while I concentrate briefly on the button that will produce the feast for me again in her center. I keep my tongue soft and flat for extended stimulation. I don’t use the hard tip as that manipulation would bring her to orgasm at this point, and we don’t want that yet.
She whines deep in her chest as her hands thrust into my hair. Oh, yes, Baby. That’s right… feel it! I only stroke her clit three or four times before the kiss takes me diving once again into her warm center to collect the delectable prize that I know is waiting for me there. I moan my approval before speaking into her pulsating pussy…
“Tu est délicieuse!”
“Uuuughnnn…” she moans in that sexy voice at the vibrations. “Ne t’arrête pas, s’il te plaît, ne t’arrête pas!”
She begs me not to stop… as if I would! I continue with the kiss, traveling back up to her nub again with three or four deep strokes.
“Ah… Christian…” The squeal is so high, I can barely understand what she’s saying. I repeat twice more… I can’t string her out for too long… hole, lips, then clit… hole, lips, then clit… Will she tell me, or will she just come?
“Oh oui, plus vite, s’il te plaît, Christian, plus fort.” There it is.
“Uh-uuuhhhhh.” I moan in her pussy, informing her that I will keep the same pace instead of “faster and harder” as she begs. She pulls my hair which causes me to inadvertently nibble her clit… not normally part of the French Kiss, but then again, neither is the talking—two adjustments to the new and improved Butterfly’s French Kiss, I guess. The nibble must have shot a jolt through her because she jumped and gasped… losing control of her breathing once more and longingly calling out my name. My God, she is so hot and delectable. Time for some more excitement from my bite-sized little morsel.
I move my hands slowly up her body until they finally rest on her lovely lady mounds—my entire hands cupping and massaging them softly while I allow my palms to run over her highly sensitized and firmly elongated nipples. She gently pushes her breasts into my palms with another aroused keen and I continue to tease her nipples with my palms while I feast on her soaking wet pussy, now adding just a very tiny bit of pressure to my long assaults on her clitoris.
The secret to the intensity of this orgasm is in the gentleness and the time that it takes to achieve it… not the normally rushed stimulation that attacks the nerves endings and results in the usual burst of pleasure. This is deep, intense teasing… paying attention to each surface and area, including those that are normally neglected. We’re often so eager to get to the clit and the hole that we don’t realize that a perfectly timed bite of the outer lip with just the right amount of pressure will cause her tits to point straight to the ceiling!
Butterfly’s upper body starts to squirm uncontrollably, and she’s calling out my name intermingled with various French phrases. So, I know that she’s at that point where her clit and her core have built to a frenzied heat and she actually feels like she’s coming even though she’s not coming yet. Her legs are shaking in the restraints and she’s clawing at my hair—but she hasn’t frozen yet, so I know she’s not coming. I reach my hands up to her pouty lips and stick my first two fingers inside. Time to end this.
She raises her head to meet my hand and I gyrate my fingers around as she gently sucks them. My fingers imitate the movement of my tongue and she connects them immediately. She mewls heavily with my fingers still in her mouth, her tongue skillfully and hungrily teasing my fingertips. I remember my penis deftly stroking between her lips hours earlier and moan into her pussy again, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
“Christian, please!” she begs, my fingers still in her mouth, and I continue the French Kiss… into the hole then long, slow strokes up to her clitoris with a few repeated, lengthy strokes on the sensitive underside. I start to increase the number of strokes on her clitoris each time the round brings me to her pleasure center. I can feel it stiffening and I feel her muscles quivering insanely every time my tongue enters her center.
Taste her juices then slide my tongue up her vagina, softly past the urethral opening then to the underside of her clit, then 1… 2… 3…
Back to her delicious juices, repeating the journey back up to her clit, then 1… 2… 3… 4…
“Christian! God, Christian!” I don’t recognize her voice anymore. She’s lost in pure ecstasy and she can only squeak out sounds of utter pleasure.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5…
“Aaahhh! Oh, pleeeeeeeaase!” I move my fingers from her mouth and pinch both of her nipples… not so hard to take the attention away from the “kiss” but hard enough to enhance it.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…
“Oh, God… please… please…” It won’t be long now.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8…
“Ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah…” Once her moans start matching the licks, I know that I can’t stop. She’ll be gone by the time that I hit 30… I’m sure of it. Sure enough, at 22…
If I had not been the cause of it, the high-pitched squeal/moan/cry that comes from her mouth would have had me barreling into the room for fear that she was in agony. She rises from the bed like a possessed woman. Her stomach tightens, then her belly and her chest levitate followed by her shoulders and then her head. Her hair is brushing along the bed as she appears suspended by her shoulders with her head held back. She never uses her hands in this position as they’re still gripping my hair, so I can only say that this woman has some phenomenal back and stomach muscles. I don’t know how long that climax lasts because she screams for so long, her body jerking uncontrollably, and her coochie boner popping hard in my mouth like it would spit cum if it could…
When it appears that she was coming down, I take this moment to move my moistened fingers from her nipple to her ass, quickly impaling her just enough to stimulate the erotic sensitive nerves just on the inside and outside of her anus. I quickly shift from soft lick to a light suckle on her clitoris, applying only as much pressure as I would on a slightly hard nipple to relieve it’s erectness… she’ll never be able to sleep with it hard like this. Little did I know…
“God! God! Goohohohood! Oh Gooohooohoood!”
She sounds like she’s weeping. I think I ignited another orgasm. No wonder her clit was so hard! She falls back down onto the bed squirming in place and still calling to a higher power.
“Baby… oh, God, Baby…” Her voice is tortured, thick with arousal and tears. Her body is shaking, and her clit is softening a bit as I remove my finger from her anus and release the restraints from her knees.
“Baby…” she keens, still squirming on the bed as I have not released her clit yet. I rub my hands from her knees to her hips, knowing that her thighs would be stiff from being restrained.
“Oh, Baby…” she mewls. She has released the death grip on my hair and she now strokes her fingers lovingly through it while trying to catch her breath.
I rise to my knees and crawl up to her face, gathering her trembling body in my arms and gently kissing the orgasm tears from the side of her eyes. Although I’m not surprised, that’s one reaction I’ve never had from the French Kiss… yet another first.
I stroke the sweat-drenched hair from her face as I gently kiss her cheek and chin. She grabs my hair again and buries her lips in mine. She hungrily kisses me, mixing the juices of our mouths with that of her arousal and moans deep in her chest. I pull her closer to me, luxuriating in her kiss and how the emotion of it reaches down to the very core of me… if I wasn’t so completely satisfied right now, I would want to make love to her.
“I love you,” she whispers, breathlessly and tearfully into my mouth. “I love you…”
“Tu es à moi,” I moan, lost in her love and her beauty. “Tu m’appartiens.”
“Oui… oui… je suis à toi… je t’appartiens… corps et âme,” she breathes, clinging to my hair as I press her against my body, my face buried in her neck, one hand in her hair and one on her back. I have no idea how I’m holding her off the bed this way. All I know that we’re suspended in time and space, my heart clinging madly to hers, pulling life and feeling refreshed while I infuse her with my energy and love as the whisper of dawn breaks over the Caribbean Sea…
A/N: A WARNING ABOUT THE FRENCH KISS—My husband did this to me for the first time when we first got together. He calls it something else, I call it the French Kiss. I know that the description may sound a little clinical at times, but I did that on purpose because I want you guys to try it. My problem is that you have to know what the vagina looks like in order to get this right. So along with descriptions from my husband, knowing what it feels like on my end, and research to make sure I had the descriptions right, it took me four days to write this scene because not only did I have to run my business during that time, but I also couldn’t write it without getting excited. So, I had to keep stopping to get laid.
If you decide to other practice this technique with your significant other, if will result in one of the most earth-shattering orgasms ever experienced. The slowness of it takes a loooooot of patience and determination on the part of the person performing it because while you’re down there, you start getting into it and you want to go faster and harder and you can’t do that. That last phase slow lick is the pinnacle that will set that woman’s soul on fire! It’s better than a g-spot orgasm. But Christian’s warnings are correct:
Do NOT do this casually because once you do this with someone or have it done to you, it’s a wrap. You never forget it… and this will turn a slightly unstable booty-call into Fatal Attraction.
Until you have learned to control this massive orgasm, it is a very good idea to tie the legs down—just above the knees with legs wide, not at the ankles. Eagle spread, you get access to the vagina, but it’s not exposed. Tied down at the knees, everything opens up and sticks out, completely exposed—and it helps to immobilize the receiver. Christian put the pillow under her butt because with her hips already raised, she wouldn’t raise up into his face.
The immobilization prevents things like knees slaps to the ears right at that crucial moment, getting kicked in the face while flailing about, and the infamous “clit bite” when you instinctively raise your hips and that magic button comes in contact with someone’s unprotected incisors. My husband normally immobilizes my hands like Christian did when I’m getting to that crucial point or I’ll end up scratching his eyes out since I have long nails. Something to consider…
Ladies, do not try to fight or prolong this orgasm! You’ll burst blood vessels, pass out, all kinds of stuff! Relax, breathe, sit back and enjoy it. Let it happen. It’ll be fantastic when you come.
Fellows (or Ladies), the French kiss is all lips and tongue. Don’t stick your hand down there AT ALL! It becomes a completely different experience if you add a finger or a toy or anything. Just the lips and tongue… nothing else. If you do this with the intentions of giving someone a long, slow, deep, wet, sensual kiss, you’ll get it right.
The first time you try this, it’s going to arouse both of you so much that you might just have to stop and fuck and try it again later, but once you get it right from beginning to end, there’s nothing like it. The ass-play at the very end is extra and you don’t really have to do it to get the cosmic explosion… especially if your girl doesn’t like ass-play.
Because I am “strictly dickly” and I don’t do women’s’ vaginas, I had to have an anatomically correct picture with labels so that I would know exactly what was happening when I was feeling what I felt. Some of you may think you know the pussy inside and out, but just in case you need that picture, it can be found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Vaginal_opening_- english_description.jpg
Sorry—I didn’t want to put an openly-exposed pussy on my Pinterest page although there is a link to it there.
Gomez Addams—I don’t know who may be versed on old American television besides Americans, but we used to have a sitcom called The Addams Family. The easiest way to explain it is that they were a weird ass family that celebrated Halloween all year long. Correction… they didn’t celebrate Halloween, there WERE Halloween. The series was only on television for two years before I was even born, but it was in syndication for decades. There were eventually three movies and a cartoon series made from the original. Anyway, Morticia—the wife—would occasional break off in speaking French. It drove Gomez—her husband—crazy and he started kissing up her arm.
Translations (Thank you, Nessi!)
“Oh, mon amour”—”Oh, my love”
“C’est si bon.”—”This is so good.”
“Tu est délicieuse!”-“You are delicious!”
“Ne t’arrête pas, s’il te plaît, ne t’arrête pas!” —”Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”
“Tu es à moi.”-“You’re mine.”
“Tu m’appartiens.”—”You belong to me.”
“Oui… oui… je suis à toi.. je t’appartiens… corps et âme.”—”Yes… yes… I am yours… I belong to you body and soul.”
Again, I look forward to your comments. I will accept rebuttals, corrections, and criticisms, but please keep them respectful.
IF YOU HAVE ALREADY TOLD ME HOW MUCH YOU HATE CHRISTIAN IN THIS CHAPTER—EITHER HERE OR ON FANFICTION—PLEASE DON’T TELL ME AGAIN. I GET IT. YOU HATE HIM.
Pictures for this chapter are at http://www.pinterest.com/ladeeceo/paging-dr-steele-the-trip-to-anquilla/ except for the but plug and the anatomically correct vagina. There are links to both on the Pinterest though. Just look for the picture of the lip biting for the butt plug, and the Orgasmic Ana (you can’t miss it) for the coochie diagram.
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