Tryst #2(2)
Author: Ella Steele

My heart races. I don’t know how to strip. I open my mouth to tell him that, but he snaps his belt and I don’t say it. “I still owe you a punishment, Ash. Don’t make it more than you can bear.”

I wish I could see him. I lower my head and continue opening buttons, swaying my h*ps while I do it. This seems to appease him. I want him to think I’m sexy. I want him to want me. When I open the last button, my shirt parts revealing my br**sts and a lace bra. I raise my hands over my head, and arch my back, sliding my hands back down my arms and over my br**sts as I look toward the light. The chain sways between my br**sts and tugs my n**ples as I do it. I purr and repeat the motion, sliding out of my shirt. The bra barely contains my br**sts. It’s nothing more than a shelf to showcase my nipple rings. I feel Michael’s eyes on me, although I can’t see him. I make sexy soft sounds as I sway, running my hands over my curves for him. The situation has me so aroused that I can’t ignore the heat between my legs, the steady pulsing that has grown hotter and hotter.

I slip out of the skirt and am wearing nothing but heels and the bra. Michael stops me. He comes into the light and wraps the chains in his fingers, gently tugging as he pulls my mouth down on his. I moan, falling into his arms, pressing my body against his.

Michael pulls away, breathing hard and takes his belt. He grabs my wrists and pulls them over my head, restraining them with his belt. My heart is crashing into my ribs. I suck in a deep breath, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t. After he has me tied up, he lowers his head to my n**ples, and nips each one softly. I bite back the noise I want to make and he rewards me. His hand finds its way between my legs and strokes at my tender flesh. My h*ps remain still without him asking, knowing this is what he wants. His fingers dance between my lower lips, tugging and pinching my clit. He watches my face as he does it, trying to make me cry out. My lips part and my mouth opens, but I don’t make a sound.

He purrs, “Good girl.” And without any warning, slides two fingers into my p**sy. The movement shocks me and I move. Unable to do as he says, my h*ps slam into the pole to move away from his hand. In response, he pushes harder burying his fingers deep within me. I feel his hot breath on my neck, exhaling loud and hard as he does it.

I gasp realizing the mistake, saying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t…” I want to please him. I want to do as he says. We set the rules and I broke one.

Before I can say anything else, I feel his punishment land across my ass. His fingers remain inside my p**sy as he does it. I clench in response, my p**sy tightening around his fingers, making him press harder. My mouth opens into an O. Pleasure and pain mix together and course through me. I want to scream, but I don’t. I bite my lip and remain silent. Michael watches me as he does it. The dim light gives just enough glow that he can see me. And he likes to watch. His eyes narrow as his hand pushes harder into me. The look on his face is somewhere between lust and anger when his hand strikes my ass. He sees the expression on my face when his hand lands on my skin. He feels my damp heat tighten around his fingers. The silver chains swing between my br**sts.

I remain still and take my punishment, loving every second of it and craving more. Michael slides his fingers back, touching my cl*t as he splays his hands on my stomach, asking, “Where’s the third chain tonight?”

I shrug, “I didn’t wear it.”

“Always wear it,” he says and tugs the cl*t ring gently. A rush of air comes out of my mouth. My n**ples harden and I want him to touch me more, but he doesn’t. He lets go of my cl*t and stands before me. Blue eyes rove over my body. They fill me with heat. Every pulse point in my body throbs, craving his touch.

Raising a finger to his lips, he inhales my scent on his hands and says, “We skipped one of your rules.” Before I can answer, he slips the finger into his mouth and closes his eyes.

The movement is so sensual, so animalistic that I can’t think. My mind is enveloped with a lusty haze. “What?” I breathe.

His eyes flick open, and he slips the finger out of his mouth. “I haven’t told you where I want to come tonight. I thought that was a rule?” He stands before me, holding up another finger to my lips. He traces my mouth and I can smell my scent on his fingers.

“It is,” I breathe. Before I can say anything else, he pushes his finger into my mouth and I suck. My tongue strokes his finger and he grins at me, slowly pulling his hand away like its filled with candy. He denies me another taste. I stand there panting, wanting him. The reaction I feel when he controls me like this is unparalleled. I pull against the belt.

His eyes slide over my body before he steps toward me again. His finger traces a line from my lips to my p**sy. I suck in as I try not to react to his touch, but it feels like every part of my body will make me come if he touches it. I can’t stand it. I want him. I need him. I pull my wrists again and his eyes flick up above my head and back down to my face. He wraps my nipple chain around his fingers and yanks it hard. I gasp as he leans close, saying, “Last night I came in your p**sy, and while that was amazing, I think it might be fun to see what other things you excel at.” He twists the chain as he speaks, his eyes locked on mine. My face contorts with pleasure that I can’t hide. His voice is deep and dripping with sex, “I want to f**k your face, Ash. You’re going to swallow my c*ck and suck me off. How does that sound?”

As soon as he says it I’m wetter. My pulse pounds inside of me, making me hotter. Every inch of my body is on fire and I can’t deny him, “I’d like that.”

He drops the chain and watches it bounce before saying, “Lower yourself.” Confused, I hesitate. I was picturing his dick stroking my cheek and then thrusting into my mouth. I wanted to suck him and swallow his come. I’m frozen, unable to comprehend what he’s doing.

Michael grabs a pillow, and turning his back to the pole, lies down. Taking the flashlight, he aims it up between my legs and smiles. His head is between my feet, looking up at my p**sy.

“Sit on my face, cello-girl,” he commands, his voice terse.

My stomach flips. I can’t sit on him chained to a pole in the middle of a basement. But I want to. I hedge, knowing it could end with a bigger punishment. “I thought I was going to swallow your dick?” My voice is breathy, like the idea appeals to me, because it does.

He smiles up at me, “You want that, don’t you?” I nod, wanting it very much. My body pulses with the thought of tasting his c*ck in my mouth. My lips swell and I want him there between my lips, my tongue stroking his long hard shaft. Right now. He laughs, “In a second, Ashley. I want to taste you first. Sit on my face. Slide that perky ass toward my mouth and let me lick you.” My heart pounds, but I can’t move. I’m not sure, but I’m not supposed to think. I’m supposed to do what he says. His eyes narrow, “Do it or I’ll punish you again.”

I can’t breathe. I want this. I chose this. I chose him and all the things we gave up. Our relationship is different now. We’re different now. When we dated before, I would have never done this with him. The fact that I was nearly nak*d and tied to a pole didn’t escape me either. Neither did the fact that I liked it—no I loved it and wanted more.

I want his lips on me, sucking my clit. I want him to eat me and taste me. The idea makes me wetter. Fighting the urge to pull my knees together, I lower my back against the pole, sliding down until I feel his lips on my p**sy. A burst of warm air rushes from his lips to mine. I can feel the warm, rich heat between my legs, the slow pulsing throb that hopes to become something more. The belt slid down the pole with me, keeping my hands tethered above my head. His tongue flicks the cl*t ring and sends convulsions through my body. I hesitate above him, not feeling brave enough to fall all the way to my knees and spread my legs the last little bit. I want to, but something stops me. Something tells me that I’m not this wanton woman, and that he’s not this man. My heart is pounding, but I can’t think. My body and my brain are at war.

Not giving me the option, Michael grabs my h*ps and pulls me down hard on his mouth. All thoughts cease as I bite back a moan, and close my eyes. His tongue moves inside me. Jutting in and out, he’s tasting and licking every inch of my p**sy. His tongue traces the soft curves and licks the sensitive folds. Pressing deeper, Michael moves harder with his mouth. He takes big greedy licks of my p**sy, starting with his tongue on my ass and stroking me hard. He smiles as he does it. I can’t see a thing. My br**sts tingle with every taste, every time his tongue takes another pass. My arms are burning from being over my head so long, but I don’t care.