Beautiful Disaster (Page 70)

"Got anything to complain, slut?"

"No, Master."

"Not even a little? Like that you probably won’t get my c**k in your cunt for a week? Month? Maybe never if I feel like using your tight ass**le and mouth instead?"

"I so won’t complain about that!"

Laughing again I lick her shoulder where I’ve bitten it before, then go on to suck and bite my way over to her neck. That clearly makes her squirm, the motion doing wonderful things to my c**k sliding in and out of her ass almost languidly, and I could keep this up for hours. Well, except for the fact that even my restraint and stamina won’t hold out that long, but I wouldn’t tease her like that for no reason.

Eventually keeping my position up starts to put uncomfortable strain on my arms and legs so I speed up again. Before long she’s moaning into the pillows again, making me grin as I keep molesting her neck.

"I don’t want you to come," I finally whisper into her ear, the words making her stop moving immediately as they register. Instead she tenses up, making my next thrust all the more pleasurable for me.

"Not

not at all?" she asks, her voice between breathless and desperate.

"I think that’s the common meaning of my words, yes."

Two more thrusts she doesn’t physically respond to, and I grip her wrists a little tighter until I hear her utter a soft gasp.

"Will you be my good little slut and obey my order?"

"Yes, Master, I won’t come. I won’t come!"

She keeps repeating that with a low voice like a mantra while I feel her muscles squeeze me even more, and I wonder just how close to losing that battle she really is. I’m tempted to wait until she actually does so I have a reason to punish her, but my plans for tomorrow don’t really fit into that scheme. Taking pity on her I speed up further, continuing to talk to her in a low voice.

"Yeah, keep squeezing like that, milk my c**k with your ass! You want me to come fast, don’t you? Because if you don’t try to make me come I’ll keep f**king you until you can’t hold out any longer, and trust me, you don’t want that to happen."

Her answering moan as much as her attempt to help finally make me come, my face pressed into her hair as I grunt in pleasure. She shudders in return but it doesn’t feel like she has actually lost it, and when I finally withdraw and let go of her I catch her rubbing her thighs together stealthily.

"Roll over onto your back and spread those sticky thighs of yours. Let me see how much of a whore you are, all wet from pleasing me."

It takes her a few moments to comply, mainly because she looks as tired as I feel, and when I catch a glimpse of her face the frustration alone satisfies my curiosity. I still run my fingers up and down her legs, then spread her labia and idly flick her clit a few times, loving the way she tries to cringe away from the contact that can make her come any second.

"Still all wound up, I see?"

"Yes, Master."

"You really didn’t come?"

"No."

"Good. If you keep being my obedient little whore I might let you come tomorrow."

I can tell that part of her wants to speak up and demand her release but she stays quiet, and eventually manages a smile.

"Thank you, Master."

"You’re so welcome."

Snuggling up with her is heaven, at least for me, as I wrap my body around hers and hold her against my chest, maybe a little tighter than usual. It takes her a long time, much longer than usual to eventually relax and for her breath to even out as she falls asleep, and I can’t help grinning into the darkness. This is fun, and I intend to find out soon just how much I can keep her hanging until she snaps. Definitely a win-win situation for me as either she shows me her obedience or I get to be even meaner on her when I chastise her, but I know that in the end, she’ll reap the benefits of it, too.

After a while I fall asleep, still smiling, content and happy with the woman I love in my arms.

The next morning I sleep in long, at least for my standards, and refuse to acknowledge being awake even when the sun tickles my face. I keep dozing for a while but eventually have to realize that Bella is awake when the bed goes cold and empty next to me. The stress of the last days, both work and relationship related makes me wary to get up, though, so I just stay in bed and enjoy being lazy.

That changes somewhat when I feel the bed dip at my feet, followed by warm skin brushing against mine under the blanket. I’m just about to open my eyes and wish Bella a good morning when her hot, wet mouth slides over my cock, taking in as much as she comfortably can while her fingers wrap around the rest of the shaft and my balls. The words get stuck in my throat and all I can manage is a low moan when she starts sucking me off, expertly manipulating me. Her only reply is a chuckle, the vibrations of which drive me crazy, but of course I don’t protest. Instead I relax again and let her fare, eventually bringing one of my hands down to gently tangle my fingers in her hair, but without restricting or guiding her movements.

Coming in her mouth first thing in the morning is a wonderful experience, and once I can think clearly again I wonder if I should ask her to do it more often.

Once she is done cleaning me up Bella smiles at me, then turns her face into the hand previously entangled in her hair and softly kisses the leather wristband similar to her own, before she climbs up the rest of the way to grin into my face.

"Morning."

"A good morning indeed," I reply smiling, then draw her down into a long, passionate kiss.

After that we get up, and while I take a quick shower Bella busies herself with reading through the brochures of the resort and surrounding countryside. Once dressed we leave for the main building to enjoy the breakfast buffet, as usual with such things eating too much so that afterwards we’re stuck with lounging in bed and reading until we feel able to move comfortably again.

The weather is cloudy outside but it doesn’t look as if it is about to rain any time soon – ideal for my plans. Putting my book down I watch Bella for a little while where she’s absentmindedly nibbling on her lower lip, clearly engrossed in her reading material.

"Wanna do something fun?"

"Sure."

She nods but still doesn’t look up, inadvertently sealing her fate.

"I think you’re wearing way too many clothes for that."

A smile curls up the corner of her mouth, but she keeps ignoring me. That simply won’t do.

"Bella?" I pronounce her name very precisely, but she’s still oblivious as she flips a page.

"Hm?"

"Strip."

Her finger stops in mid-motion, and finally her eyes zoom to me, flitting over my face to take in my mood. A moment later the book is all but forgotten as she starts shedding her clothes. I take my time admiring her body when she comes to stand naked before me where I sit in the easy chair by the window, letting my eyes roam over my canvas.

"Fetch me the dark blue sports bag from the other room."

She scurries off, soon to return with the few toys I’ve packed. Taking the bag from her I open it but pay attention that she can’t see inside, extracting the long coils of bleached hemp rope. At my nod she turns around, facing away from me, and I get up and start on the knots for the rope harness I intend for her to wear instead of underwear today.

It’s a simple yet time and rope consuming tie, and actually the first real bondage I’ve done with Bella. Finding the middle point of the rope I drape it around her neck that both ends trail to the floor between her br**sts, before I tie the two rope ends together at several places that will later span her torso. Checking that I have the distance right I add another five knots for where the rope will be running between her legs, before I stop and regard her levelly.