Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica (13 page)

Right before she was ready to give in and scream regardless of his reaction, his mouth replaced his fingers, tongue tracing the same path in reverse. Up over her stomach, long licks over and over, cleaning the chocolate from her skin, darting down her sides and back up, along her spread thighs, over her pussy lips, licking, driving Mia wild. He paused for a moment and gently opened the lips of her sex, taking a finger to dab chocolate on her clit, making her squirm as much as she could.

“Luscious little clit is like the cherry on top. Just made for kisses and licks.” He did just that but only long enough to leave her panting, before he moved up to clean the chocolate from her breasts and nipples. “So delicious, Mia, my tasty little slut. Yummy chocolate, but so very messy. Have to clean
you all up baby. Get every last drop.” The words were whispered against her skin punctuated by his tongue darting and licking, bathing her skin, little licks designed to drive her mad. His tongue moved over her long licks then tiny ones, down the sides of her breasts, then along her arms until he reached one hand. He suckled her fingers until she was moaning and making soft whispered pleas, then moved to the other hand and did the same, leaving her head spinning and her body on fire.

“Ethan, need you. Now, now, now.”

“Is my sweet pet all hot and bothered?” Mia made a sound of frustration and grit her teeth. “Poor kitten. I have just the thing to help quench that fire.” He moved away and Mia heard him open a box, then tear the wrapper of something. Before she could ask he was back by her side, his mouth at her ear. “Can’t have you burning up Mia. Can’t have that at all.”

He gathered up her hair, lifting it so it hung over the top of the table edge, then pressed the cherry Popsicle behind her earlobe, sliding it down her neck as she shrieked.

“Is that cold on your neck baby? I know how sensitive you are there.”

“Ethan!”

The cold cherry ice was replaced by his hot tongue licking the freezing trail of cherry juice. Just as her body relaxed he pressed the Popsicle to her skin again, sliding it under her arm then up the side of her breast, round the nipple ever so slowly then over to the other, pausing to lick the juice that was dribbling down her side, cleaning her again, hot tongue following frozen ice, over and over, round the other breast, up her neck, behind her other ear, making her shriek then moan as his tongue whisked the icy feeling away. Her senses were in over drive as he drew patterns over her skin. Her entire body was his canvas, and he delighted in her every response.

He moved his wicked way down her belly, along the inside of her thighs, making her cringe then moan, cry out then sigh, but when he paused to let the Popsicle drip over her hyper sensitive pussy, the icy drops splashing then dribbling between her lips to bathe her clit she gasped.

“Ethan you wouldn’t”

“Oh really pet? I think I would.”

“You can’t.”

“Oh but I can, Mia. I can do anything I want. Or, I can do anything you want.” He set the Popsicle down for a moment to tease her pussy with his tongue, working at making her mind spin, heating up her body, deliberately taking away any capacity to think. His tongue thrust deep, filling his mouth with the taste of Mia’s sweet cum and the cherry juice, then he wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled in the way he knew would bring her to the brink. Gently, then with more intensity he sucked her clit until the muscles in her stomach began to flutter and clench, then he stopped, making her cry out.

“What do you want Mia?”

“Cum, make me cum.”

“How Mia?”

“Don’t care, make me cum, Ethan. Don’t care.”

“Have to choose, pet.”

“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“Fuck you?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Are you sure, pet?”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… yes Ethan. Fuck me!”

“Such a demanding little chit.” He placed one last kiss on her clit then picked up the Popsicle, licking it, making it smooth and warm enough that it wouldn’t stick to her delicate skin, then slid it between her pussy lips, moving it up and down her slit as Mia screeched.

She bucked her hips and he moved one hand to still her, then brought the icy pop up her slit and to her clit, pressing upon it, the tight bundle of nerves screaming. She’d been so ready to cum, but this sensation made her body a jumbled mass of confusion. He lowered it again and commanded her to be still, not sure if she’d be able to obey, but also knowing she couldn’t wiggle far.

He held open her pussy lips and slid the Popsicle round and round her opening, sliding it in just a tiny bit then pulling it out. She was lucky sugar wasn’t good inside her girly bits, or he would have thrust it in deep once or twice.

Mia tossed her head and pulled at the bindings that held her. Her skin was flushed,
her hands fisted, the juice from her pussy mixed with the cherry juice and ran down between her bottom cheeks. He moved the Popsicle back up to her clit, moving it round and round, not pressing too hard, just enough for her to feel the cold - not enough to really freeze the delicate bundle of nerves - then slid two fingers from his other hand deep inside her in a single thrust.

Mia cried out, her body trembling. “AHhhhhhhhh.”

“You told me to fuck you, baby.” Round and round then quickly back and forth over her clit he moved the Popsicle as he pumped his fingers deep, fucking and tormenting, stroking her sweet spot with each thrust but making her body crazy with the icy stimulation of her clit. Just when she was about to cum regardless of the torment, he stopped. Mia screamed in frustration as she felt his tongue lap at her clit once, twice, three times; then leave her lying there shaking as he slipped his finger free.

“Evil, evil, evil, evil.”

“Oh yes, Mia. Very, very evil. I’m tired of cherry. I want a new flavor."

        “No, fuck me. Don’t want to play anymore. Ethan please.”

        “Soon kitten. I promise. I just have to make sure you’re really ready.” Here, let’s let you watch the rest my debauchery.” He took the blindfold from over her eyes, and Mia blinked. Her eyes found his face and the wicked grin that graced it, a grin that was covered with chocolate sauce and cherry juice. He looked adorable and sexy all in one. Her eyes slid lower, taking in his hard as steel cock, and she gave her own wicked grin.

         “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just climb on top of me and fuck me so hard my eyes cross? Your poor neglected cock is in need of some attention. I just know it. Why don’t you plunge in nice and deep, right up to the hilt?”

         “Don’t be a tease, pet. You’ll get your fucking. I’m going to ride you nice and hard all night long, sweet whore. Fuck you so deep you’ll feel me clear up to your pretty tits. Drive in so fast and furious you’ll scream my name until you’re hoarse. Baby’s going to get it. Fucked good and proper so her body aches for a week. Going to make it
hurt so good in all the right places, Mia. You won’t be able to stand, cause your legs won’t work and won’t be able to talk cause your brain will be scrambled. No one fucks you better than me, baby. Nobody.”

       His words made her all the hotter. Naughty nasties that always made her quiver. Such a wicked man. She didn’t say a word, just bit her lip and raised her hips in a silent invitation. Ethan smiled, his eyes dark with lust and promise, but that didn’t stop him from turning and picking up the can of whipped cream.

      He turned back around, popping the cap off with his thumb and shaking hard. “No dessert is complete without the whipped cream, Mia. I just have to have some. Your nipples are hard as little berries. They’ll look so pretty standing up surrounded by white. They’ll be extra tasty as well. Just a little bit longer, pet. Just a bit more.”

      The first spray of cream was on her belly and it made her quiver. It wasn’t nearly as cold as the Popsicle, and tickled as he sprayed it about. Back and forth he went, covering her under a blanket of white, making Mia groan when she thought about
how long it would take him to lick her clean. She didn’t think she could take it.

     Round and round each breast, leaving her nipples standing out just as he’d said, then one spray up each side of her neck. God she was going to be a mess. A yummy delightful mess, but a mess just the same. He paused to shake the can and moved to her legs, then coating her inner thighs with whipped cream as well. When he was done he stood back, admiring his work, then tossed the can aside and to her surprise climbed up between her legs, moving up and over her body, moving one hand up to fist in her hair, and slipping the other around under her hips before he thrust in hard, plunging into her hot wet core with the force of a runaway train.

      He crushed her to him as he drove in, deep as he could. Their bodies sliding, slick as her primed pussy because of the whipped cream. He paused for a moment to let them both savor the feeling of him filling her completely, then fucked her as hard and as fast as he’d promised, driving down, pressing her into the hard table as his mouth worked to clean her neck of the
cream. Faster, deeper, making her cry out, his hard cock stroking inside as his hips ground into her and the base of his cock slid over her clit. He bit down on her neck - his way of claiming her - as he drove even deeper, hurting, but in the best of ways; making her feel like his: possessed, taken, ravished, owned. He bit her neck right where it met her shoulder and slam fucked her harder, making her mewl. This was what she wanted, this was what she needed. To be taken with the wild passion that only he had ever possessed. Making her know without a doubt that he could crush her with his power.

     His body ground down upon her clit and Mia’s orgasm hit her with an unexpected ferocity. She began to wail, her white hot pussy clamping down on his cock like molten steel, soft as velvet but hot, oh so hot. He thrust and took her without mercy as she cried out, her limbs pulling at her bindings, her head thrown back, a keening wail ripping from deep inside her, and still he fucked her.

      Their bodies slipped against each other, slick from the cream, it felt like cool silk, the
only friction being the base of his cock forcing her down, rubbing her clit over and over, sending her spiraling into another orgasm, her eyes rolling back, her hips thrusting, unable to keep the furious rhythm he set because she was bound.

      “Just let me fuck you, pretty. That’s my good girl. Just feel me taking what’s mine. My girl, my whore, fuck you so deep. Ride you like a horse that needs breaking, pump into you so hard you won’t think of anything but me making you cum. Scream for me, Mia, scream out your pleasure. Going to drive you clear through this table. Fuck my girl so hard you’ll never forget who owns you. Mine, Mia, all mine, take you pretty, take you hard and long. Cum for me again, Mia. Do it Mia, cum for me again. Do it now!”

      “His words were punctuated with growls as he fought for control. He rolled his hips as he entered her, bruising, thrusting, hurting, giving a white hot pleasure that spiraled out from her core and shook her whole body as she came one more time. The orgasms rolled together, building, cresting, and she rode on the wave,
screaming his name, clamping down on his cock, wanting to feel his hot seed spilling inside her, wanting to see the ecstasy on his face as he came for her, because of her.

      When Ethan felt her muscles clench his cock with all the power she possessed, he howled and pulled his arm free so he could brace himself.  Driving harder and harder, cumming at long last, the buildup of waiting while he pleasured her during the long evening finally being released. “Mine, my Mia, mine, always mine.” His hips drove forward with a final thrust as he buried himself inside her smoldering core, collapsing upon her, teeth finding her neck, arms sliding around her hips and shoulders, the cream sucking at his skin, becoming sticky from the heat of their coupling.

      He whispered sweet words upon her skin, kissing her neck then capturing her lips for a rain of small kisses, both of them breathless, both of them shaking, both of them spent. Little aftershocks of pleasure coursed through both of them, seemingly in time with the other. Their breathing quieted, and their heartbeats finally slowed
to normal, as they lay on the table, slick and sticky, spent and oh so fulfilled.

     Ethan finally raised his head and looked down at Mia. Her eyes were closed, her hair tussled, chocolate syrup was smeared on one eyelid and cherry juice coated her chin. He thought she’d never looked more beautiful. Her eyes fluttered open, looking at him but barely focusing, her mind was a jumble. He kissed her lids shut, whispering that she should rest. When he felt the strength return to his body he slowly moved off Mia, leaving kisses upon her skin so she wouldn’t feel so alone. Kissing her as he unbound her hands and feet, kissing her lips when she tried to open her eyes again and chuckling softly when she couldn’t.

     “Love you, Ethan.” The words were whispered, her voice indeed hoarse, her brain truly scrambled.

     “Love you too, Mia. Love you too. Hold on now sweet, time to take you upstairs for another bath. We’re a sticky mess.”

      “Ummmmmmmmmm… you could lick me clean.”

      “Such an insatiable wench you are. I think I might be able to think of some fun
games for the bathtub. They should probably wait though, not sure you’re up to it.” He was smiling as he picked her up, her head lolling against his chest, a soft sigh escaping her, then only deep breathing as she drifted to sleep, the sound of his heart beating softly against her ear as he carried her up the stairs for a much needed bath.