Chamber

May 11, 2009 § Leave a comment

The dust fell lightly around the grounds of the chamber, soft glitters of moonlight entering the grand mosaic windows surrounding, allowing soft beams of dancing colours to cascade over her naked hanging body.

Her body perfectly poised against the bounds that held her so tightly.

Her wrists and ankles tied together with a thick cut of dark brown rope.

Hand made.

Her breath uneasy and desperate.

Her chest rising and falling, as tiny beads of perspiration coated her top lip.

Her eyes now a fierce coat of angry sea blue, like thousands of tiny waves.

She knew he was watching from one corner of the room.

His stare pouring into every open pore deliciously.

Making her wait.

His coolness always making her blood boil.

The sudden sound of his footsteps made her jump, his hands coming down the sides of her hipbones, rolling slowly around her tight swollen bladder.

Her voice begging him to stop.

Her own voice sounding unfamiliar to her.

She’d already taken too much from him this evening. His ministrations already taking toll on her mind and soul.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself, as his fingertips ran down the insides of her thighs teasingly, tiptoeing around her exposed and wet vulva.

Her cries only turning him on more.

Her body twisting harshly against her restraints as he carried on.

Steadily he knelt before her, gathering her exposed lips between his teeth and nibbling gently, making her body arch more against his face.

His smile forming against her.

His tongue running down to her vaginal opening, allowing the full length of his tongue to delve in as deep as he could push it, making her whole body shake and convulse, as the slow knowing ripples of her orgasm ran through her stomach.

He knew she was close.

Tiny goose bumps slowly running along her petite curves.

His tongue flowing to the tip of her clit and with one hand lifted back the hood to reveal the tiny nub of noted nerves, slowly flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, pushing her over the edge.

Her body arching.

Her screams echoing round the chamber as he held on to her hips to steady her thrashing body as her orgasm subsided.

Her head falling to her chest, as she heard him walk away knowing that in a few more hours, the same torture would continue.

 

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