Breathless Series - (13 page)

Alyssa’s hands rested on his narrow hips for balance as he rammed his thickness down her throat, her eyes watering beneath her eye mask. To her delight, one of her breasts was seized in a hand that he freed from her hair. He squeezed her breasts, and smacked them, making the blood rush to her tips as the pads of his fingers slapped against her nipples.

She moaned around his cock, her mind swirling dizzyingly. When he began to twist her nipples with both hands while he fucked her face, Alyssa started to see the bright sparks within her dark vision. Lost in the darkness of her blindfold, every sensation was magnified till it all centered in her pussy, which throbbed so hard she had to push her knees together, no longer conscious of the hard floor beneath.

Her mouth made loud slurping sounds as she sucked on him sloppily, her fingers wrapped around the thick stem of his cock, pumping him in her small fists and gobbling as many inches of him as she could take without choking.

Lucas started to ram her throat faster and faster and she all but sobbed with appreciation when she felt the molten ropes of cum filling her mouth and sliding down her throat. She worked to swallow every drop quickly, hardly letting even a speck escape from her lips tightly locked around his shaft. She moaned, shuddering as his hands still held tight to her breasts, squeezing them so hard she could feel each imprint of his fingers.

She licked him clean with pleasure, her tongue tip reaching every inch of her mouth to get any stray drops of his hot, thick cum. She felt him draw her up on her feet, his hands holding her elbow that ensured she stayed balanced after kneeling so long.

“Very, very good, little slave. I really enjoyed that. You’ve pleased me with your careful heed to all my instructions,” he murmured sensually in her ear as he held her naked body against his bare chest. “Did you touch yourself while I was away?”

“No, Sir,” Alyssa whispered. “I mean, apart from when I needed to wash myself and stuff like that. Nothing sexual.”

“Hmm. So you didn’t orgasm? Trust me, sweet pet, I will know if you lie to me,” he told her in a deep warning tone.

Alyssa bit hard on her lip, her expression pained that he might doubt her. She’d been in need all week yes, but it had been a pride to keep to his rules. Giving in was such a sign of weakness and lack of uprightness. How could she explain this to him without sounding too assertive?

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Sir,” she said with soft vehemence.

“I believe you,” he replied finally, as he pulled the mask off her face. She blinked up into his eyes and they were as penetrating and beautiful as she remembered. “I know you understand how important it is that every bit of your pleasure and satisfaction must come from me alone. But it wasn’t easy, was it? Tell me.”

Her eyes twinkled when she saw the teasing light glow in his gaze. “It was hard missing you, but not hard to keep from pleasuring myself. It would never have been the same as when it’s with you, Sir.”

Her answer pleased him from the way he chuckled softly. Then he spun her round and then swatted her ass as he directed her to the dungeon door. “Go inside and prepare yourself with the body oil and set everything up for wax play. You have ten minutes, pet.”

Alyssa squeaked a little as she jumped when he smacked her bottom. Thankfully she was now accustomed to moving with the butt-plug inserted in her ass, and she went quickly to obey his instruction.

Chapter Two

The dungeon was well equipped and darkly lit. Alyssa remembered the first time she’d come in here with Lucas and how excited she’d been despite her inner anxiety. There was the padded St. Andrew’s cross, bondage chairs and stool, as well as a large birdcage capable of being suspended.

It was a large room, windowless but air-conditioned and filled with many other bondage props and furniture Alyssa wasn’t even sure of their utility yet. As always with Lucas, there was no sense of the sinister, but the place did give off an electrifying vibe that could never be ignored.

Her heart was pounding as she laid the protective covering over the leather-topped inclined seat much like a doctor’s chair and then oiled her body from chest to thigh. By the time Lucas appeared, she was in the chair, naked and waiting – breathless just thinking about what was coming next.

As always, when the dungeon door shut behind him, the atmosphere changed and a chill of excitement coursed through her veins. Here in their secret playroom, Alyssa prepared herself to let him do things to her she’d never have believed herself capable of partaking in. Some would bring its edge of pain, but never anything cruel or unbearable. The ball gag shoved in her mouth and secured tightly, her arms lifted high above her and her wrists held together with bondage tape and fastened to the top frame of the chair; her ankles spread over the padded armrests and secured to them on either side with more bondage tape…Every inch of her displayed completely, leaving her with that sense of being deliciously trapped and helpless, but most of all, under her Master’s total control to be used as he wished.

Alyssa had discovered soon enough that pleasing him, satisfying him, gave her happiness. She loved the fact that her body, her submission and her service were desirable to him and that he took pleasure in all she had to offer, even as he offered her so much in return. He’d told her since the beginning that it would be give and take, and it still rang true, even weeks later.

And tonight felt more special than all the rest. She’d thought the agony would be frightful but then she knew she could count on Lucas’ skill and sense of safety at all times. The hot spots of wax he dripped all over her body did not burn, but gave a delightfully fierce heat as they landed on her nipples, breasts, belly and thighs. Different colors trickled from the various candles he used, and Alyssa watched in awe the patterns he made on her body. She felt like a beautiful work of art when he did that, her body jerking when certain drops fell on her very sensitive regions. When she saw him hold a red candle high atop her sex, she writhed and strained, her heart racing as she wondered how it would feel. His eyes watched her unwaveringly.

“You know what to do if you want it to stop, pet. Thumbs up or down?”

She felt calmed by his firm tone, his compelling look. Both her thumbs sprung up even before she could think it through first. And then her mouth grimaced behind her ball gag as she watched the next drop fall, as if in slow motion. It landed right on her clit and she snatched in a harsh breath of shock.

More followed, dripping along her vulva in perfect little ‘S’ patterns that felt like the hot wax was snaking over her folds. Alyssa had grown more adjusted to discomfort and her reaction to it. Now, those drops fell and she let the pain dwell only briefly as she focused more on the other sensations swirling around her; sweet heat, sensual and stimulating; making her so horny she was soon sobbing beneath her gag. He lit up the last color and trailed the dripping candle up her body one more time and finished his artistry. Alyssa was panting hard and holding back her moans and spasms. Just looking at her wax-patterned body made her pussy drizzle down to the seat beneath her. Lucas gazed down at her body, with her nipples hardened beneath the thick drops of wax he’d dripped there, and then down her stomach to her equally wax-coated pussy. He kissed her lips again, lingeringly, and only said, “Beautiful. So beautiful and sexy. You have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen, little pet. I’m really glad it’s all mine. It is, isn’t it?”

Alyssa gazed up into his eyes and nodded, very firmly. He smiled a little and tucked a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear.

“Good. Just like I’m yours,” he added softly against her skin as he gently kissed her temple. Alyssa closed her eyes briefly in bliss at his words. It may not be a conventional declaration of love, but it
was
affectionate and sweet of him. He cared about her; she knew that. Otherwise, she wouldn’t entrust him with her wellbeing and safety the way she was doing, if she didn’t trust him completely. He meant the world to her and she’d do anything to please him, so long as it was within her ability.

She did begin to feel nervous though as Lucas turned away and opened a special drawer to which only he had the key. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears as he faced her again holding an anal plug that looked even larger than the one she had inside her. He saw her expression and lifted a brow.

“This is just a little bit less wide than my girth,” he told her plainly. “To be my fuck slave, this would require that I have access to all your holes, to use as I wish. Unless you have other ideas. Should I proceed?” His brow was still cocked at her, and Alyssa found herself lifting a thumb in response; which invariable meant he could continue, but with caution.

Not that he’d ever been anything but. Carefully, he removed the one in her ass, and Alyssa was greeted with a sound of her anal ring ‘popping’ and then there came a feeling of emptiness that was soon filled by the far bigger-sized anal plug. She grunted
, her pupils spinning as she felt the wedge of the jelly-like lubricated toy invade her anus. It made her start to twitch, in both her secret holes. It felt good, and so, so bad. Her asshole being stretched almost beyond endurance. But then she remembered Lucas had said it was almost as big as him cock-wise so she could now begin to have a better sense of what awaited her. Instead of trepidation, this prospect made her feel terribly excited.

Lucas.
In her ass. Fucking her hard and deep. Owning her.

It seemed so taboo, so freaking hot. She was already gasping with agonized lust as she counted down the minutes before she could feel his cock inside her, anywhere.

The thin line between pleasure and pain…Alyssa dangled from it in the minutes that passed. Lucas had removed the ball gag from her mouth and gave a ‘ssshh’ signal. Alyssa sat there waiting, her jaw moving as she tried to adjust it after the gag, the muscles feeling somewhat cramped. But that was the least of her concern as Lucas took hold of a flogger. It was the one with at least twenty-one tails, each one studded and made of the softest suede. Used in a lashing stroke across her breasts, the sting made her jump.

Again and again he struck her flesh with the flogger. Each time a little wax fell off. Lucas made her moan with each lash, her nerves throbbing to vibrant life till even the pleasure became excruciating.

“You’re not to speak, but you’re allowed to scream if you want,” Lucas murmured, and continued to whip the wax off with the flogger. The lashes fell harder, leaving fingers of fire all over her skin. Alyssa found back her cries as her inner thighs were bathed in her moist heat. The flogger thrashed its long strands across her belly, and her lower body shook, making her anal muscles screech tight around the plug. The sensation of light and dark was immense. Alyssa let out a shrill shriek that echoed off the walls when the next minute, Lucas rapped the flogger across her pussy. Once, twice…till she needed it to stop or she’ll explode from the pressure building up in her core. She wasn’t sure if she was about to cum or disintegrate; the extremes of both agony and ecstasy were just too high. Both her thumbs went down and the next moment, Lucas stopped.

“Too much?” he said deeply, not waiting for an answer as with a soft touch, he began to wipe up the wax left on her, easily done since she’d first applied oil to her skin as he’d instructed. When his hand reached her pussy, all it took was one pat of his fingertips across her sex while his other hand twisted out the plug. From the monumental orgasm that suddenly catapulted through her body, Alyssa knew then that it was too much of pleasure, not
pain, that had caused her to ask him to stop. Now she’d cum irresistibly and without permission, a large wet spot forming underneath her pussy as her whole body spasmed uncontrollably, her limbs twitching.

Devastated by her orgasm, Alyssa laid there, a wanton muddle of flesh and femininity. She was basking in the afterglow of her dazed release when she felt Lucas’s hands stroking her body, squeezing her breasts and her curves, making her want him again. Oh shit I’m like a freaking tigress, Alyssa thought with amazement as her body began to writhe with needy, grinding lust.

She glanced down and could see his cock, fisted in one hand and looking enormous from that angle. She felt his lips lower to hers and she reached as far as she could to meet him halfway. He stroked his cock head against the entrance of her slit, teasing her with his pulpy cap. Alyssa panted heavily into his mouth, edging out her tongue to duel with his out in the open. Her breasts ached terribly in his fingers that plucked and struck at her swaying mounds. Her thighs, stretched apart on either side, were flushed and slippery. Lucas leaned his weight in and pushed, drilling his big fat cock into her pussy. Alyssa gasped, going stiff. Instead of withdrawing for another go, Lucas pushed in further. He thrust, and thrust, and filled her to the brim with his thickly rimmed cock.

Alyssa cried out his name, and then wanted to bite off her tongue. That was her second mistake already. The first one was giving in to her inescapable climax. And now, she felt like there could be no more rules. Not when something felt this good. Lucas fucked her pussy, really fucked her. He groaned low in her ear, and hearing him make those raspy sounds of pleasure made her get even wetter around his cock.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, moving his hips with the pace of an oil well pump, punishing her with pleasure. Alyssa bucked her pelvis forward, ignoring the strain on her arms still stretched above her. “But your sweet little ass is going to be even tighter, my sexy slave. Are your ready for me?”