The Passion Series (15 page)

7 – Ben
Wa Balls

Ryan lifted Heather into his arms and started up the staircase with purpose. The jarring movements reminded Heather that the precious jade balls were still inside her.

“I see you found my gift.” He beamed. The knowledge that the jade balls were tantalizing her, right this moment, excited him. “And it appears you couldn’t resist temptation.”

Heather nuzzled Ryan’s neck and bit his earlobe playfully. Her vagina clenched over the tiny balls and they moved, massaging her. “Yes, I confess. And I confess to being so turned on right now, with these inside me, I might come before we get up the stairs.”

Ryan’s hard cock throbbed. “That would be fine with me, but I have other plans for you.” At the top of the stairs he set her down, but didn’t let go. He hugged her close, taking a moment to realize he hadn’t lost her. Heather tightened her arms around his waist, feeling his heat against her belly. The last tears rolled down her cheeks, but they were tears of relief.

Ryan kissed her neck, moving down to the tops of her breasts. “My angel, I want you so much. You’ve been gone too long.” He swept her off her feet again and carried her to the bedroom—all the
while, the jade balls worked their magic. She was so wet and wanting. Her head leaned back in blossoming pleasure.

Ryan urgently undressed, with lustful eyes on Heather, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere. She gasped at the sight of his swollen cock, free from the restricting clothing. No matter how many times she saw the erotic sight, a warm exhilaration pounded through her veins each time.

In another second, Ryan had Heather’s dress off, over her head. He gazed admiringly at her, wearing only her silk bra and a tiny thong. The glassy look in her eyes told him she was so ready. His patience with waiting was gone in a flash. He undid the pretty bra, happier to see her firm, creamy breasts in full view.

The air hit Heather’s nipples and she whimpered quietly. Ryan kissed the top of each breast, his desire mounting. He held each hard, red pebble in his teeth, pulling gently. Heather felt weak. She had both fists in Ryan’s thick black hair, gripping and pulling. Her panting made
Ryan wild.

His mouth slanted over hers fiercely, their tongues rubbing together, their mouths opening in a forceful, lip-bruising kiss. Ryan tugged at Heather’s golden curls and pulled her head back, kissing under her chin, behind her ears, over her breasts, and down to her belly. He seemed desperate for sensitive, tender skin to kiss and lick.

Down he went, on his knees in front of her, Heather’s hands still in his hair, touching the top of his head. He pulled her silky thong down, all the way to her ankles, and a loud moan escaped her lips. Her smoothly waxed pubic area, now visible, elicited a tight reflex to Ryan’s hot dick. He licked with abandon across her nakedness, up and down the inside of her thighs, across her hips, at last finding her wet cleft.

Heather’s whimpers became increasingly louder. Ryan’s tongue stroked her outer labia. He tasted the wetness and slipped into the slick sheath and back out, quickly, several times. The tip of his tongue found her hard pebble, making Heather’s muscles tighten. His hot tongue swirled around, raising Heather’s sensation to unbearable intensity.

Ryan touched the tip of her hard clit teasingly, but moved back before she lost control. Heather spread her legs and pressed her pussy out, toward Ryan’s mouth, in a begging motion. Her hand went up instinctively to touch her nipples, causing a tightening in her lower belly and the contracting of her strong vaginal muscles, thus moving the jade balls around.

Heather gave a little cry.
“Oh, Ryan.” He stood and picked her up, but instead of laying her on the bed, he took two long steps to the large, padded rocking chair he’d recently acquired. He sat with Heather still in his arms, holding his love on his lap with one arm behind her back, her firm ass on top of his hot cock. Ryan kissed her long and hard, letting his hand play with each nipple, circling and pinching. Purposely, not touching her sweet pussy, knowing how close she was.

Heather wanted to grip Ryan’s cock, kiss it, bite it, and suck it until he begged for mercy. How frustrating that it was underneath her. Yet the hot member pressed against her bare ass, sending heat to her loins that radiated through her body. Ryan held Heather’s lower lip between his, tugging on it gently, wanting to eat her alive. His own cock leaked pre-cum, responding to
the pressure of Heather’s round butt, gently rubbing against it as the chair rocked.

The more the chair rocked, the more the little jade beauties moved, creating electric sparks of pleasure that pushed Heather toward orgasm. So unexpected were the movements that Heather feared she would come without warning. Ryan seemed to read her mind.

He lifted her to an upright position so she was straddling him in the wide, soft chair. He glowed with desire when he looked into Heather’s crystal green eyes, softened with her mounting arousal. He lowered her onto his lap, her pussy open wide for him, and placed his strong hands behind her back.

He began to rock faster and Heather began to moan. The tiny balls were wild inside her, back and forth, back and forth. Her long, glossy hair swung seductively in motion with the rocker. Ryan watched, drinking in the erotic view. He rocked erratically, sometimes faster, then slower, taking his cues from Heather’s panting and moaning.

Ryan knew her orgasm wouldn’t be denied much longer. He slowed the rocker, keeping a smooth motion. He placed one of his hands over Heather’s naked mound, pressing and releasing alternately. The delicate whimpers nearly pushed him as close to orgasm as Heather. With his thumb and finger, he held her outer lips open, placing his index finger on her clit, very lightly. Heather gasped, threw her head back, and stuck her bare breasts up, within an inch of Ryan’s mouth.

The rocking slowed again, but never stopped. Ryan sucked hard at each of Heather’s nipples, offered for his enjoyment. With her head held back, her long hair flowed down to her waist. Ryan’s hand delighted in circling her tight clit, then tapping it, ever so softly. When Ryan began to rub in a steady rhythm, biting her nipples intently, Heather knew she was no longer able to hold back the orgasm engulfing her. She heard her voice, seeming to come from a distance, and realized she was emitting a loud erotic scream, which echoed around the room.

Heather’s entire body tensed, her strong muscles gripped the smooth balls pressing inside her, and her clit turned to a hard pebble of sex. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, with no sign of releasing her. She panted harder and harder, vaguely aware of Ryan panting, in harmony with hers. At the peak of intensity, she screamed louder and began a decent down the waves of emotion. She felt her strength fading. Ryan held her in a loving embrace, seeing the warmth of her post-orgasmic glow radiate around her.

8 – Erotic Torture

Heather placed her cheek against Ryan’s warm, hard chest. He stroked her hair with loving touches, enjoying her soft, feminine body against him and breathing in her sweet fragrance. His swollen cock was uncomfortable with the sensation of her sexy bottom pressing down.

Ryan reached between Heather’s legs, finding the string attached to the Ben
Wa balls and carefully tugged, pulling them out of her and holding them in his hand. He placed them on a low table, beside the chair. He kissed the top of Heather’s head, then lifted her chin to kiss her sensually, conveying his need. She responded, kissing back, clearly communicating her inflamed desire. Ryan kissed harder, causing a warm glow to flood her.

“My sexy baby,” he whispered, and bit her earlobe, tugging lightly. He lifted Heather into his arms, stood, and walked over to the bed. He pulled back the quilted comforter and placed her on top of the gold satin sheet. She stared at his huge cock, the veins bulging and swollen. Her hand wrapped around the hot pillar and stroked up and down, slowly. The pheromones of his male sexual arousal were like a drug to her.

Ryan moaned and gripped her wrist. His bicep flexed under the tanned skin and her desire renewed, as if never sated. She licked her lower lip, imagining the beautiful cock inside her mouth. “Not yet,” Ryan admonished in a raspy voice. Heather relaxed her grip and, unwillingly, let him move her hand away from his throbbing cock.

He took her other wrist and placed both her hands over her head. Heather’s eyes widened when he picked up the bouquet of purple feathers from the floor vase. The feathers had seemed too innocent when she’d noticed them earlier, but their purpose seemed much more sinister now. Momentary confusion muddled her thinking before his intent became clear. The devilish gleam in his eye made her flinch. She didn’t know what to expect. Maybe the purple feathers didn’t reflect his taste in decorating, as much as his taste in sex toys.

“Close your eyes for me,” he requested. She complied, trustingly. Her naked body was already stimulated by the cool airflow in the room. Her little nipples were embarrassingly hard and he hadn’t even touched her.

She felt a tickle from a single feather touching her breasts. Ryan stroked across her breasts and back. Just when she was getting acclimated, he touched each nipple with the feathery instrument of torture. She flinched, although there was no pain.

“Lie still,” he commanded. His severe tone turned her on, surprisingly so. She kept as still as she was able, considering the sensation that was starting through her body.

Ryan dragged the feather up a little and tickled her armpits. It tickled but she didn’t laugh. It tickled so much it hurt, and the pain made her clit turn rock hard. Ryan was persistent, giving her no break from the erotic torture.

He swiped the delicious feather down across her belly and around her belly button, dipping into the small recess. He passed by her vagina—
just to be mean
, she thought. And he pulled the feather down her inner thighs, first one and then the other.

When she thought she couldn’t tolerate more—she so wanted to move away from the tickle pain—she felt the feather on the bottom of her right foot, then her left. She should have been ticklish but, instead, the painful tickle caused her vagina to clench. She wondered what it would be like to have an orgasm at the end of a feather.

Heather became more familiar with the feel of the feather. Without warning, a wider brush wiped down her chest and abdomen. She could tell Ryan was using the whole brush now, the bouquet of feathers. The sensation was tickling, yet in a different way.

“You want to come now, don’t you?” he inquired, knowing her reply without asking.

“Yes,” she confessed, and emitted a high whimper as the single feather was back. It touched between her legs and she spread them, wanting to be touched. Ryan accommodated her, running the feather up and down her opening and, at infrequent intervals, up and down her thighs.

Heather began to whimper and was not able to hold still. Ryan noticed and admonished, “Be still, like I asked you to.” Again, his harsh words caused a tensing in her body, making her nipples harder. She was wet and leaking onto the shiny bed sheets.

She did her best to be still. But Ryan didn’t play fair. Now he was tickling her outer lips and across the sensitive area that only barely covered her clit. If he touched her clit with that feather tip—
Oh no, he wouldn’t do that, would he?

The larger bunch of feathers distracted her. The tickling brush teased her underarms and along her cheek. She was tempted to bite it. Keeping her restraint, she clenched her teeth together. The brush annoyed her nipples beyond endurance and then swirled around under her firm breasts.

When she least expected it, she felt Ryan’s fingers hold her sex lips open near the apex, so nothing, absolutely nothing, covered her clit. Fear, that felt like pleasure, gripped her. She knew it was coming, yet was surprised nonetheless.

With her clit exposed for Ryan to do as he wished, the single feather touched the top of it. She gasped and jerked, despite her best intentions. She heard his voice through her haze of arousal. “Obey me. I told you to be still.” A wave of pleasure rolled through her, leaving her wanting more.

The feather teased and tickled her clit. Heather started to feel desperate. She wanted to move, to yell or to leap up and grab Ryan and make him fuck her, hard, until she came powerfully. Staying still took all the inner fortitude she could muster. And she knew there was no way she could hold out much longer.

Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Ryan’s delight at torturing her so mercilessly. She vowed to reciprocate, as soon as she got the chance. But she couldn’t focus. All she could experience were the sensations in her body.

Every inch of her seemed to tingle and clench in pain, all at the same time. Ryan, knowing his dominant position, worked the feather to her excruciating delight. She thought he might stop and prayed he wouldn’t move the feather away from her most sensitive spot. Relief flooded her when she realized the feather wasn’t moving away. In fact, it was flicking around, faster and faster. She couldn’t hold back—the feather swiped back across her clit, avoiding the very top of it, which was way too tender now. The wonderful instrument played back and forth, allowing no escape.

Heather’s body tingled from head to toe. Every muscle tightened. Her nipples were red and swollen and her leg muscles flexed convulsively. Her abdomen tensed, and never let go, when the power of her orgasm swung into full force. She yelled and thrashed her head to the side, her body going rigid with the overwhelming pleasure.