Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica (12 page)

“You’re not playing fair.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“That’s my girl. Now do it. Open your mouth and your thighs.”

“And I will get a big surprise?”

“Oh you’re going to get it pet. Open.” Mia did as he asked, and Ethan went back to the table. She heard a dish being uncovered and then jumped when she felt his fingers gently holding open her labia. Damn he was quiet.

“Nice and wet down here love, aren’t you? Believe it or not, this part wasn’t in the recipe.”

Mia felt something soft, warm, and round rubbing in between her cunny lips. Ethan stroked her this way for a minute then stopped the up and down movement and twirled the scallop around right at her entrance. Mia felt an odd heat start to build up in her pussy as he continued the action. It got warmer and warmer in the entire area where Ethan had been rubbing. He pulled
the scallop away right as she was about to question him and popped it in her mouth.

“Oh... “ Mia chewed slowly as the taste of the ginger scallop and her own juices flowed over her tongue.

“Good?”

“Very” Her voice was a husky whisper, the heat from the ginger was driving her mad between her legs and she was slightly embarrassed to find the taste of her own juices so arousing. “What is that?”

“Ginger scallops and you. Best flavor in the world. More?”

“Yes”

Ethan again rubbed a scallop between her swollen lips then fed it to her. Mia ate silently, totally lost in the flavor and the sensation. She couldn’t see or move and that fact turned her focus inward. After a few more scallops the heat in her pussy became almost unbearable.

“Oh God Ethan.” Mia’s breath was coming out in little pants. The heat in her pussy sent a fire thru her that was a mixture of near pain and intense pleasure. Her clit throbbed, wanting attention but her cunny
needed to be cooled. “Ethan it’s too hot. I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

Mia heard the clink of ice then felt Ethan’s hands opening her legs wide. She squirmed in her chair and Ethan gave her leg a little slap. “Hold still now Mia, I’ll take care of you.” Ethan popped an ice cube into his mouth and rolled it around, chilling his tongue. He slid the ice cube to the side of his cheek and proceeded to slowly lick a path up Mia’s thighs. One, then the other, always stopping before reaching her smoldering cunny.

“Ethan, now!”

Giving in to her whispered plea, he latched his mouth over her pussy and slowly pushed the partially melted ice cube into her opening. Mia gasped, her legs closing in around Ethan’s head in shock at the icy coldness flooding her core.

“Oh good God! What are you trying to do to me!?”

“Feel good? Cooling the burn?” Ethan grinned at the expression on her face and kept his eyes on her as he slowly began to lick her wet cunny. Up and down he dragged his tongue, from the very bottom
of her slit to the top where he stopped to tease her overheated clit. When Mia moaned and moved her hips in time to his administrations, Ethan latched his mouth around her opening and sucked the ice cube in and out of her slowly, then faster, his eyes never leaving her face.

Shock, pleasure, delight, passion, and tension all crossed Mia’s face as he alternately licked, suckled, and slid the ice cube in and out of her pussy. Ethan never stayed in one place long enough for her to cum much to Mia’s chagrin, until finally the ice cube melted. Ethan slid a thumb deep inside her, reaching for her sweet spot as he positioned two of his fingers around her swollen clit, framing it. He pinched it so it stood out prominently then began an assault with his tongue that had Mia screaming in seconds.

“Oh God, oh fuck, Ethan, oh god, oh god, oh fuck!...Ethan, Ethan, oh god Ethan...yesyesyesyes...oh good God ETHAN!!!!!!!!!!” Ethan wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked for all he was worth, while his thumb rapidly stroked her G-spot sending Mia over the edge, her
screams actually making the neighbor’s dog start to howl.

He slipped an arm around her waist and held her close as he began to lick her gently, bringing her down slowly as her body quivered from the power of her release. Kissing her stomach through the silk of the dress and then nuzzling her breasts, Ethan waited until Mia’s breathing had returned to some semblance of normalcy before looking up at her and asking if she was ready for dessert.

Mia’s hooded eyes widened in surprise at his question. She smiled and slowly licked her lips, the pink tip of her tongue doing a teasing dance over the top, then bottom.

“What are we having?”

Ethan grinned. Baby was always ready for more.

“You.” He slid her blindfold off, wanting to see her eyes, and for her to see all of him. She needed to see for the next part of the game.

“Mmmmm… Sounds delicious, but I think we need to have some Ethan on the menu too.” Her eyes slid lower, taking in
the outline of his hard cock still trapped in his black dress pants.

Ethan backed away and Mia gave him a little pout. He shook a finger at her. “Good girls don’t pout, Mia. If they do they might not get what they want.”

Standing close enough for her to touch him if her hands weren’t bound, Ethan slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his smooth chest and hard stomach. She could smell his special scent that was a mixture of soap, shaving cream, and just plain yummy Ethan. Mia’s nostrils flared as she breathed in, her tongue darting out again. She wanted to taste, to touch.

“Ethan.” His name was said in a hushed whisper, her voice smoky with need. It pleased him to no end that she could be so ready for more even after she’d just found release. “Want…”

“You’re pouting again, Mia. Don’t be bad. I’ll have to stop and spank you.”

She’d wanted a spanking when he’d threatened the first time. They always turned her on, but that was before he’d started this game of dinner. “I’ll be good. No more pouting.” Her teeth worried her
bottom lip, a telltale sign of her vexation. Ethan smiled when he saw it. He wanted her needy and helpless. It made the game more exciting.

“I could chew that for you if you want.”

Mia made a face at him, daring to stick her tongue out at him for just a moment, then shaking her head and laughing. “You are evil, Ethan, just plain evil.

“I do my best, pet.” Ethan continued to strip before her, the shirt dropping to the floor, kicking off his shoes, leisurely bending to remove his socks, then slowly, ever so slowly unfastening the button on his fly and pulling the zipper down. He always went sans underwear; said they were too confining. She’d thought the habit odd at first, but knew exactly why she’d changed her mind when his hard cock sprung out, unhindered by boxers or briefs.

Mia made a sound of frustration as she pulled at the bindings that held her hands still. “Want you Ethan. Just a taste. Please.”

He slowly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his slacks and pulled them down and off, then stood before her in all his naked glory. Mia again pulled at the
scarves that bound her hands, her eyes shone with desire, her mouth open in an ‘O’, ready to devoured him if only he’d come closer. He did, his hands loosening the hair piled up on her head, fisting the long curls as they fell, then stepping close enough for her to lick the underside of his cock.

She did so eagerly, her tongue bathing him, the taste of him, smooth satiny skin, rock hard just for her, filling her mouth. He brought her head forward, and shifted his hips so she could take the head of his cock in her mouth. Mia did so, then swirled her tongue around it, sucking in and sliding down, taking him in deeper. He moved her head gently, but controlled her all the same. Mia was at his mercy, hands bound to the chair, his fists in her hair as he moved her head up and down, sliding in and out of her mouth.

“That’s a good girl. Suck harder my little slut. That’s it, now lick baby, eat me up, good girl, such a good girl.”

Mia sucked and licked, loving the feel of his hard cock in her mouth, the taste of precum upon her tongue exciting her more.
Ethan began to breathe faster and Mia tried to suck him in deeper, but he suddenly stopped her, making her mewl in frustration.

“Ethan, more.”

“Patience, sweetheart. I have better things planned.” He quickly tied the blindfold back in place then ran a thumb over her bottom lip just as she was about to bite it in frustration. “Be good Mia. I like this poor little lip. I promise you will enjoy dessert.” He bent to kiss her; then walked back to the kitchen, leaving Mia blindfolded and bound to the chair, sighing as she heard him go.

The sound of the refrigerator opening and closing, the rustling of bags as they were rummaged through, his soft humming, all drifted to her from the kitchen. She was tuned in to any sound which might give away his plans, as well as acutely aware of the sensations filling her body. The soft binding of the scarves on her wrists, the blindfold over her eyes, the tautness of her nipples, her long hair cascading down her back, the warm feeling of her face, still flushed from her orgasm, and her increased
arousal from sucking Ethan’s delicious cock. Her clit still tingled as well, from his suckling of it, and the remnants of the ginger scallops that he had eaten from her pussy. Each sensation was different, but all of them were yummy, all of them intense in their own way. She kept listening, wanting to know what he was up too, and waiting breathlessly for his touch on her fevered skin.

Finally, she heard the whisper soft pad of his bare feet as he came back into the dining room. “Miss me, pigeon?”

“Always.”

“I missed you too, Mia. You left me all hard and needy. Whatever shall we do about that?”

“I have an idea.”

Ethan smiled at her words. “Oh I just bet you do, pet, but I think mine might be just a little bit more interesting.” He moved behind her and she heard him setting things on the sideboard. A few bottles, maybe a can, a box? Whatever was he up to? She then heard him unfurl something that was definitely not fabric right in front of her. She guessed it was something to cover the
table, and was sure she was right when she heard him moving about and around it. He then came back before her. She could hear his breathing and smell the musky man scent of him.

“Now then Mia, time to move you. Just let me do everything, baby, and keep your hands off that blindfold.” She felt him untie her hands and wanted very badly to reach out and touch him, but forced herself to obey his wishes. First he untied one hand, then the other; then she felt his fingers dancing over her shoulders. Down across the tops of her breasts, quickly teasing her nipples before moving back up.

“Up with you now. There we go.” He pulled her up so she was standing then slipped the straps of her dress back up over her shoulders, making her wonder why he was dressing her. It wasn’t long before she heard the almost silent click of his pocket knife opening, and felt him gather her dress for a moment at the neckline, then let her breath out in a whoosh of excitement when he cut the straps, and tore the green silk right down the front in two hard yanks, leaving her bare.

“Oh…Ummm.”

“Like that did you?”

She nodded silently. Yes she had, very much. She felt his hands again as they caressed her shoulders, then moved in close, wrapping his arms around her. She could feel the hard press of his cock upon her belly, his smooth chest crushing her nipples; then his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that stole her breath away. His lips were hard and demanding, taking what belonged to him, fierce and possessive, making her tremble. When her legs became weak he scooped her up and laid her out on the table.

When he broke the kiss and moved away she held her arms up, wanting more of him, but he didn’t comply. Instead he took her hands in his, and pulled them over her head, then stretched one out to tie it to the table leg, then quickly tied the other. Moving down to her feet, he quickly secured each one as well, leaving her spread open, exposed and vulnerable, completely bound for his pleasure.

“Oh Ethan. Need you. God you’re wicked.” Mia tried to move but was unable
to do more than a slight wiggle. She flashed a quick pout but then smiled, liking this new part of the game. Part of her felt oh so defenseless, but she also was extremely turned on. She was at his mercy, and there was no place else she’d rather be.

“Such a delicious dessert you’re going to make, pigeon. I can hardly wait to eat you up.” He moved away and she heard him rummaging around among the things on the sideboard, then felt his warm fingers trailing over her body. “As delectable as you are kitten, I want to add some flavors. Chocolate is one of my favorites.”

Mia heard the sound of a plastic flip top seconds before the chocolate syrup hit her skin. She squeaked as he drizzled it over her stomach, onto her thighs, over the lips of her pussy then back up to make circles around her nipples.

“Ethan, it’s cold!”

“Poor baby, I’ll warm you, just be patient.” His fingers began to paint the syrup over her skin, slipping and sliding, sticky but slick all the same, just like a child with finger paint and just as messy, she was sure. His fingers found her nipples, pinching
and tracing round and round, pulling them, teasing, sending waves of pleasure from her breasts straight to her pussy. As if knowing the course of the shock waves, his fingers slid over her stomach and wiggled over the soft lips of her cunny. Sliding over the mounds over and over, making her want to scream at him to just touch her clit.