Cean rolled his shoulders and sat back in his chair, robe draping open over his wide chest as his fingers drummed on the table. He stared into the hallway leading down to the bedrooms, a smirk on his face as he imagined the look on his Bella's face at what he had planned for the night.
Speaking of his little pet ... He straightened in his chair, leaning over his strong forearms on the table, knowing she was in the bathroom. "Bella!" His voice was firm, and she'd recognize instantly that he was calling her to come to him.
In mere moments, she was stumbling down the hall into the doorway, hair dripping from the shower, a large towel just barely covering the succulent expanse of creamy flesh that he could easily see was still dewy with water. Her breasts rose rapidly, eyes wide as she knelt to the floor, hands curling on her thighs in his favorite position, that of a Gorean pleasure slave.
His smile was quick and wide, very pleased that even so new into their relationship that Bella already knew the ways to respond when he treated her has his pet, not merely his girlfriend. She was a quick study, and it thrilled him that she'd already been well-trained before they'd settled into their relationship.
The training he required was nominal, with him being more of a Daddy than a sadistic Dominant. Though, he was wont to have his darker moments, his girl tended to roll with it when it happened; they'd see tonight if she could handle a little more.
"Pet, I decided to surprise you with something, since you'd been so sweet to me." His voice went soft, and Bella's head lifted, looking into his eyes, a soft smile already on her pink lips. Her glasses were slightly fogged from the cool air after being in the heat in the bathroom, and he watched as a droplet of water left one wet strand of dark hair, traveling down the curve of her jaw and dripping onto the soft pink towel she was half-wrapped in.
Cean purposely kept these towels on hand when she came to visit, hiding away his extra large towels that he knew she'd instinctively prefer, so that her flesh was exposed to his gaze. He loved every single inch of her, each curve and dimple, each soft groove of her body. She was almost painfully shy when she first came to him, a proud plus-sized woman, but still somewhat unsure of showing off the beautiful skin that made her who she was.
Now she knelt, his pretty little Bella, his little slave. Now, how to tell her what he had in mind for her ...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Bella shivered, the cool air brushing along her wet skin making her flesh rise in goosebumps, and when she looked up at him, her nipples began to harden. He was so lovely to her, her big teddy bear of a Dominant; so sweet and considerate. He'd filled so many of her fantasies since they'd been together, she was shocked at the way he'd made her body respond.
And now she waited, her heart racing, breath shallow, and she raised her face at the touch of one of his fingers. "You'll go to the bedroom, my pet." Leaning forward, He pulled a blindfold from the pocket of his robe, and placed it over her eyes, knotting if firmly behind her head. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he patted her breast, and told her to go.
She stood, and turned, thinking for a moment to orient herself to avoid crashing into furniture, and walls. She stumbled a little over the dropped towel, and merely reached out a hand to feel about hip-high, to not impale herself on accident. As she approached their bedroom, she was squirming with anticipation with what he had planned, and shivered as she heard him following her down the hall.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Cean's smile was fond, and proud as his Bella made her way to the bed without sight, and his smile changed to a grin as the men gathered silently in the room gave him quiet thumbs up. Each man was a trusted friend of his, and he'd been sure to choose ones that his girl had met on at least two occasions. She had no idea they were here as of yet, and that would soon change as the events he had in store progressed.
Each had brought a token, an item with specific intent that they thought would make a great addition tonight. James had brought a pie-roller, and swore up and down that its use in the bedroom was intense; he'd made a former slave of his scream in pleasure as he'd rolled it over her inner thighs, belly and mound as she laid bound for him. Richard had brought a new pair of nipple clamps, shining silver, and dotted with tiny stones of onyx. This one was Cean's request. Rich had perfect taste when it came to these things, seemed to know in an uncanny way what would work perfectly for each individual woman.
Geoffrey and Lance had both brought what Cean called "ticklers", feather dusters and other light things to work over her sensitive flesh, and with a wave, both men had laid their treasures out on the night stands and dressers.
"Bella, my dear girl, on the bed, please." As she hastily obeyed, hurrying to the center of their king-sized mattress, each man happily watched the jiggle and sway of her flesh as James flipped on the radio. Cean said the music wouldn't only be a mood-enhancer, but it would also quiet those movements the men would make before he was ready to enlighten his Bella to their presence.
Her hips squirmed a little, and Cean leaned down into her ear, his voice a low rasp as he whispers, "Do you trust me?" At her soft, quick nod, he smiled and brushed his lips over her cheek. Leaning up, he grabbed a couple of purple silk ties that he'd thrown over the headboard and sat back on his legs, and trailed the ends of the ties over her torso, brushing lightly against the soft curves of the sides of her breasts.
Her back arched, nipples pebbling slightly at the brush of the cool material, and he trailed them upward, over her collarbone. "How are you feeling, my precious?" His voice was soft as he took her hand in his, stroking the silk along the sensitive crease of her underarm, lips pressing lightly to her palm as the shimmering purple spread itself over her shoulder.
He could see her eyes flitting beneath the blindfold, and her pulse raced beneath the flesh of her wrist as his lips worked up against her fingers. "Nervous, a little nervous," was her breathy response, and he saw the catch in her breathing as he slowly wound the tie around her wrist, lifting it over her head to secure it to the corner post.
He slid away, and she whimpered softly at the sudden absence of his warmth beside her, and moved quietly around the foot of the bed.
Speaking of his little pet ... He straightened in his chair, leaning over his strong forearms on the table, knowing she was in the bathroom. "Bella!" His voice was firm, and she'd recognize instantly that he was calling her to come to him.
In mere moments, she was stumbling down the hall into the doorway, hair dripping from the shower, a large towel just barely covering the succulent expanse of creamy flesh that he could easily see was still dewy with water. Her breasts rose rapidly, eyes wide as she knelt to the floor, hands curling on her thighs in his favorite position, that of a Gorean pleasure slave.
His smile was quick and wide, very pleased that even so new into their relationship that Bella already knew the ways to respond when he treated her has his pet, not merely his girlfriend. She was a quick study, and it thrilled him that she'd already been well-trained before they'd settled into their relationship.
The training he required was nominal, with him being more of a Daddy than a sadistic Dominant. Though, he was wont to have his darker moments, his girl tended to roll with it when it happened; they'd see tonight if she could handle a little more.
"Pet, I decided to surprise you with something, since you'd been so sweet to me." His voice went soft, and Bella's head lifted, looking into his eyes, a soft smile already on her pink lips. Her glasses were slightly fogged from the cool air after being in the heat in the bathroom, and he watched as a droplet of water left one wet strand of dark hair, traveling down the curve of her jaw and dripping onto the soft pink towel she was half-wrapped in.
Cean purposely kept these towels on hand when she came to visit, hiding away his extra large towels that he knew she'd instinctively prefer, so that her flesh was exposed to his gaze. He loved every single inch of her, each curve and dimple, each soft groove of her body. She was almost painfully shy when she first came to him, a proud plus-sized woman, but still somewhat unsure of showing off the beautiful skin that made her who she was.
Now she knelt, his pretty little Bella, his little slave. Now, how to tell her what he had in mind for her ...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Bella shivered, the cool air brushing along her wet skin making her flesh rise in goosebumps, and when she looked up at him, her nipples began to harden. He was so lovely to her, her big teddy bear of a Dominant; so sweet and considerate. He'd filled so many of her fantasies since they'd been together, she was shocked at the way he'd made her body respond.
And now she waited, her heart racing, breath shallow, and she raised her face at the touch of one of his fingers. "You'll go to the bedroom, my pet." Leaning forward, He pulled a blindfold from the pocket of his robe, and placed it over her eyes, knotting if firmly behind her head. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he patted her breast, and told her to go.
She stood, and turned, thinking for a moment to orient herself to avoid crashing into furniture, and walls. She stumbled a little over the dropped towel, and merely reached out a hand to feel about hip-high, to not impale herself on accident. As she approached their bedroom, she was squirming with anticipation with what he had planned, and shivered as she heard him following her down the hall.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Cean's smile was fond, and proud as his Bella made her way to the bed without sight, and his smile changed to a grin as the men gathered silently in the room gave him quiet thumbs up. Each man was a trusted friend of his, and he'd been sure to choose ones that his girl had met on at least two occasions. She had no idea they were here as of yet, and that would soon change as the events he had in store progressed.
Each had brought a token, an item with specific intent that they thought would make a great addition tonight. James had brought a pie-roller, and swore up and down that its use in the bedroom was intense; he'd made a former slave of his scream in pleasure as he'd rolled it over her inner thighs, belly and mound as she laid bound for him. Richard had brought a new pair of nipple clamps, shining silver, and dotted with tiny stones of onyx. This one was Cean's request. Rich had perfect taste when it came to these things, seemed to know in an uncanny way what would work perfectly for each individual woman.
Geoffrey and Lance had both brought what Cean called "ticklers", feather dusters and other light things to work over her sensitive flesh, and with a wave, both men had laid their treasures out on the night stands and dressers.
"Bella, my dear girl, on the bed, please." As she hastily obeyed, hurrying to the center of their king-sized mattress, each man happily watched the jiggle and sway of her flesh as James flipped on the radio. Cean said the music wouldn't only be a mood-enhancer, but it would also quiet those movements the men would make before he was ready to enlighten his Bella to their presence.
Her hips squirmed a little, and Cean leaned down into her ear, his voice a low rasp as he whispers, "Do you trust me?" At her soft, quick nod, he smiled and brushed his lips over her cheek. Leaning up, he grabbed a couple of purple silk ties that he'd thrown over the headboard and sat back on his legs, and trailed the ends of the ties over her torso, brushing lightly against the soft curves of the sides of her breasts.
Her back arched, nipples pebbling slightly at the brush of the cool material, and he trailed them upward, over her collarbone. "How are you feeling, my precious?" His voice was soft as he took her hand in his, stroking the silk along the sensitive crease of her underarm, lips pressing lightly to her palm as the shimmering purple spread itself over her shoulder.
He could see her eyes flitting beneath the blindfold, and her pulse raced beneath the flesh of her wrist as his lips worked up against her fingers. "Nervous, a little nervous," was her breathy response, and he saw the catch in her breathing as he slowly wound the tie around her wrist, lifting it over her head to secure it to the corner post.
He slid away, and she whimpered softly at the sudden absence of his warmth beside her, and moved quietly around the foot of the bed.
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"I can understand your nervousness, my pet. But I love you, I care deeply for you, and I just want you to be able to fully give yourself over to the pleasure that I can bring you. That's what this night is all about. Exploring and expanding your levels of pleasure." He pressed his weight into the mattress, again rubbing another silk tie over her rib cage. She shivered, and a slight moan escaped her as he sucked lightly at her palm, his fingers tangling momentarily with hers as the silk moved up, this time he allowed the silk to rub over her nipple before gliding up her arm to twine around her wrist.
He tightened the knot, and leaned down to brush across her mouth in a feather-light kiss, tasting the pants that escaped her lips at his touch. "You just need to learn to completely trust me, to fully rely that I'll never do anything to hurt you." He stepped down off the bed, and nodded at James, who turned to the ebony chest beside him and lifted up the spreader bar Cean asked to borrow.
"You're going to be a little frightened, my pet, but I promise you'll enjoy it." He climbed again on the bed, his weight jostling her body, breasts rolling as she shivered in anticipation. With one hand, he smoothed his palm along her thigh, up to her knee, kissing her ankle, watching her breasts flush.
His ears were attuned to his men, his friends, and he looked up to see Lance already rubbing a palm over his erection through his pants, hard from just watching the beginning of their little dance. Geoff's hands were fisted, though his own black pajama bottoms were tented with his own obvious arousal. Each man wore the same thing, excepting Cean. Black satin pajama bottoms, and black leather circlets on their right wrists. He so chose them so that when they joined, Bella wouldn't have a clue there was more than one extra man in the room with them.
"My lovely girl," he murmured, kissing his way up her foot, to her toes, as he brought his other fist up to wrap the leather cuff around her ankle, securing it with a small padlock, and slowly letting it fall to his hip. Rich waited quietly, and slid a length of rope through the open loop on the outside of the cuff, and tied it securely to a hook that was in the baseboard. He moved it, and nodded silently to Cean, letting him know that there was a little bit of slack to give back after Bella was tightened and displayed for the five men. Cean looked over to Geoff, who waited by the other leg for the cuff to attach so he could secure it to the special hook in the other end of the baseboard, and then the night would begin.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Bella gasped, her hips squirming and she whimpered softly as her lover’s hands shifted, bringing another circle of leather around the other ankle. Her fingers splayed, then fisted as she heard the second snick that sounded like a padlock being secured, and she jerked a little as some weight brought both legs down to the blankets.
Her breathing quickened, and she made a little sound of panic and she realized she couldn’t move her legs! She squirmed and wriggled, felt the material twist around her ankle, but she wasn’t able draw them up or together, and she was about to cry out when she felt the brush of his lips, the tickle of his beard against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“You’re fine, my pet. You need to learn how to just give in, and accept pleasure.” She felt rather than heard his movement, and whimpered quietly into the room as his lips pressed into the other thigh. The brush of his warm breath over the exposed lips of her sex had her gasping and arching. “Trust me.” The room seemed to swell with the sound of her breathing and the pounding of her heart as she laid there on the bed, splayed and bound, locked into place, blindfolded and left wanting, aching for something that she couldn’t define.
Cean moved, his voice sounded from the head of the bed, over by the stereo, and the volume of the music increased. “This night is for you, my dear. To show you what you mean to me, how special you are to me.” Bella was so focused on his voice near her head that she almost didn’t notice the barest tickle against the sensitive curve of her inner elbow.
Geoffrey leaned idly against the bed, eyes flitting between her face and her breasts as the ran the plume of ostrich feather over her skin, and grinned wickedly as her thighs tensed, trying to close. The gathered men watched in rapt pleasure as her soft nipple crinkled and peaked, tightening at the light touch. Cean moved by Geoff and motioned, eyes lighting as Bella turned her body towards the warmth of the body, and his cock flexed in his pants as Geoff nuzzled his nose against the crease of her underarm, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty essence of her creamy skin. Pulling back, he worked the feather over her breast, teasing the peak, and she let out a strangled gasp, her back arching in relfex at the sensation.
“You doing ok, my lovely?” Cean whispered into her ear as Geoff froze on the bed, his hands flexing against gripping his raging erection as he gazed down on the curvy beauty before him. At her jerky nod, he grinned at Geoff, and the man let out a low chuckle, and all of the men watched as Bella’s face turn pale, realizing that she wasn’t alone with Cean.
~~~~~
Names have been changed to protect the non-so-innocent, excepting myself!
This is my first BDSM piece that involves tools that I've never used before. If anything is incorrect in my story, the fault is mine and mine alone. This story was actually brought to me in a dream, and I took the parts I remembered, and made them sexier. LOL. I do hope you enjoy it, and I'll have the next chapter up soon!
All feedback is appreciated!
~0~0~ Mabry Michaels Copyright© 2013 USA All Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any manner, without the express permission of the author.
He tightened the knot, and leaned down to brush across her mouth in a feather-light kiss, tasting the pants that escaped her lips at his touch. "You just need to learn to completely trust me, to fully rely that I'll never do anything to hurt you." He stepped down off the bed, and nodded at James, who turned to the ebony chest beside him and lifted up the spreader bar Cean asked to borrow.
"You're going to be a little frightened, my pet, but I promise you'll enjoy it." He climbed again on the bed, his weight jostling her body, breasts rolling as she shivered in anticipation. With one hand, he smoothed his palm along her thigh, up to her knee, kissing her ankle, watching her breasts flush.
His ears were attuned to his men, his friends, and he looked up to see Lance already rubbing a palm over his erection through his pants, hard from just watching the beginning of their little dance. Geoff's hands were fisted, though his own black pajama bottoms were tented with his own obvious arousal. Each man wore the same thing, excepting Cean. Black satin pajama bottoms, and black leather circlets on their right wrists. He so chose them so that when they joined, Bella wouldn't have a clue there was more than one extra man in the room with them.
"My lovely girl," he murmured, kissing his way up her foot, to her toes, as he brought his other fist up to wrap the leather cuff around her ankle, securing it with a small padlock, and slowly letting it fall to his hip. Rich waited quietly, and slid a length of rope through the open loop on the outside of the cuff, and tied it securely to a hook that was in the baseboard. He moved it, and nodded silently to Cean, letting him know that there was a little bit of slack to give back after Bella was tightened and displayed for the five men. Cean looked over to Geoff, who waited by the other leg for the cuff to attach so he could secure it to the special hook in the other end of the baseboard, and then the night would begin.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Bella gasped, her hips squirming and she whimpered softly as her lover’s hands shifted, bringing another circle of leather around the other ankle. Her fingers splayed, then fisted as she heard the second snick that sounded like a padlock being secured, and she jerked a little as some weight brought both legs down to the blankets.
Her breathing quickened, and she made a little sound of panic and she realized she couldn’t move her legs! She squirmed and wriggled, felt the material twist around her ankle, but she wasn’t able draw them up or together, and she was about to cry out when she felt the brush of his lips, the tickle of his beard against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“You’re fine, my pet. You need to learn how to just give in, and accept pleasure.” She felt rather than heard his movement, and whimpered quietly into the room as his lips pressed into the other thigh. The brush of his warm breath over the exposed lips of her sex had her gasping and arching. “Trust me.” The room seemed to swell with the sound of her breathing and the pounding of her heart as she laid there on the bed, splayed and bound, locked into place, blindfolded and left wanting, aching for something that she couldn’t define.
Cean moved, his voice sounded from the head of the bed, over by the stereo, and the volume of the music increased. “This night is for you, my dear. To show you what you mean to me, how special you are to me.” Bella was so focused on his voice near her head that she almost didn’t notice the barest tickle against the sensitive curve of her inner elbow.
Geoffrey leaned idly against the bed, eyes flitting between her face and her breasts as the ran the plume of ostrich feather over her skin, and grinned wickedly as her thighs tensed, trying to close. The gathered men watched in rapt pleasure as her soft nipple crinkled and peaked, tightening at the light touch. Cean moved by Geoff and motioned, eyes lighting as Bella turned her body towards the warmth of the body, and his cock flexed in his pants as Geoff nuzzled his nose against the crease of her underarm, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty essence of her creamy skin. Pulling back, he worked the feather over her breast, teasing the peak, and she let out a strangled gasp, her back arching in relfex at the sensation.
“You doing ok, my lovely?” Cean whispered into her ear as Geoff froze on the bed, his hands flexing against gripping his raging erection as he gazed down on the curvy beauty before him. At her jerky nod, he grinned at Geoff, and the man let out a low chuckle, and all of the men watched as Bella’s face turn pale, realizing that she wasn’t alone with Cean.
~~~~~
Names have been changed to protect the non-so-innocent, excepting myself!
This is my first BDSM piece that involves tools that I've never used before. If anything is incorrect in my story, the fault is mine and mine alone. This story was actually brought to me in a dream, and I took the parts I remembered, and made them sexier. LOL. I do hope you enjoy it, and I'll have the next chapter up soon!
All feedback is appreciated!
~0~0~ Mabry Michaels Copyright© 2013 USA All Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any manner, without the express permission of the author.
