Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

B raxton

Rope.

I was still rusty in my rope skills, but I had a feeling cold, hard steel wasn’t something she could tolerate tonight.

As I brought the two thick coils of rope and a blindfold, the look in Jasmine’s eyes was unreadable. I thought for certain she was going to insist I stop whatever I was doing but she chewed on her lower lip instead.

It surprised me when she didn’t move at all after I’d unfastened the belt, taking my time to replace it by tying her wrists separately. But I felt her heated gaze the entire time, her eyes questioning yet telling me in no uncertain terms she was going to trust me.

Maybe we both needed this for some crazy reasons.

The closeness.

The letting go.

The surrender to both our passions.

When I was finished, I held up the blindfold, allowing her to see there was nothing odd about it.

“What’s that for?” she asked in another tiny voice.

“Heightening your senses.”

“Not possible.”

“You need to trust me, little koala. Can you do that?”

At first, I wasn’t entirely certain she was going to answer me, but she nodded first then breathed the single word. “Yes.”

“Good girl. You are far too beautiful and I plan on showing you just how much so.” I’d seen the feather in the drawer and a rush of excitement had hit me. It would be perfect implement to counter any effects of pain.

She arched her back again but this time from both a hint of fear as well as excitement. The combination made her face flush and goosebumps pop along her arms and neck. I gently lifted her head, sliding the blindfold in place.

The way she sucked in her breath, stretching the bindings once again drove the hunger to a new height. I could do nothing but enjoy exploring her body for a couple of hours. She twisted back and forth, stiffening only when I pressed my lips against hers. I sensed her desire was as powerful as mine, but I was determined to maintain some level of control.

After backing away, I remained silent and could tell she was trying to see underneath the blindfold. The luscious woman seemed to know where I was instinctively, every muscle in her body tense. So much of the bad man inside of me longed to tease her for an extended period of time but the last thing she could handle was me disappearing.

It was something else I knew instinctively.

I pulled the feather and the smaller tawse from the drawer, bringing both to the nightstand. I did intend on leaving her long enough to grab my last two tools. I moved quickly into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet, filling it with ice cubes.

The last item I wanted took me some time to find. The thick pillar candle was perfect, an item so many people didn’t have any longer, preferring the battery-operated ones. While I understood their draw, there was no substitute for real, melted wax.

I found a lighter and returned to the room. All I could do was laugh given the way the beautiful little vixen had managed to turn almost completely over onto her stomach in her attempt to free herself. A part of me wanted to loosen the rope, indulging in experiencing exactly what she could do.

The opportunity presented was too juicy to pass up. I cracked my hand on her bottom a few times.

“Ouch. What was that for?”

“For worrying me. For escaping. For almost getting yourself killed.”

“Oh, that.”

I smacked her bottom again and the way she parted her legs, exposing her pretty, pink, and still glistening pussy lips was about to drive me crazy. I’d spank her tender tissue as well, the thought keeping a salacious grin on my face.

When I finally flipped her over, she moaned. The fact she was trying to kick out nearly pushed my last buttons of self-control.

“Remain a good girl and stay in position.”

“Or?”

I bent over, blowing across her face and all the way down her chest. As soon as the hot air rushed across her pussy, she bucked up from the bed again. “Or you’ll face another series of harsh consequences.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Before she could add the word ‘dare’ I pressed my index finger across her lips. “I think you know I would and will. Just breathe and relax. Imagine you’re on a tropical island where every fantasy can come true.”

“Last time I checked, I was on a tropical island. Unless you created a mirage.”

“You’ll need to be a good girl to find out.” I lit the candle and the noise of the lighter drew her attention.

“What are you doing?”

“Growing your anticipation even more.”

“Not possible.”

I selected the feather first, twirling the fluffy pink design in the air before trailing it down one side of her neck then the other. Even as her body tensed, I continued slowly sliding the feathered edges from one shoulder blade, taking my sweet time to brush it to the other. “There are highly respected studies that provide proof when one sensory level is compromised, the others are heightened. Such as sight. As you’ve suggested before, most people believe the art of BDSM is all about anguish and nothing else. Quite the contrary. It’s about exploring the depths of new sensations.”

She was listening intently, tilting her head to follow my voice as I moved from one side of the bed to the other on purpose. I didn’t need to see her entire face to gather how much something so simple and harmless affected her. There was something so enticing about seeing the subtle actions as her body accepted the pleasure, reveling in the softness.

I was almost completely mesmerized, enjoying every moment even as my cock pushed to a painful point against my trousers. I finally crawled onto the bed, taking my time opening her legs. As I brought the feather to her pussy, she bucked and moaned.

“Tell me what you feel?” I whispered in a husky voice but the tone was commanding.

“Heaven.”

The one word fueled me even more. After drifting the feather down one leg, I carefully got off the bed, surprised the wax was already softened enough. Still careful in my moves, I eased back onto the bed, using my fingers as I’d done with the feather, very gently brushing them between her breasts.

But the desire to watch the effects of the hot wax was strong. I’d learned the art years before, using wax as a test to gain trust.

Very little was different, my longing for her to experience the highest levels of pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I was very careful in where and how much wax I dripped, my breathing as labored as hers but for an entirely different reason.

“Oh, God. What is that?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“You tell me. Relax. Breathe. Experience.”

I had a sense she wanted to lash out but held back as I encircled her nipples with dots of wax. Using just the tip of my pinky I smoothed the wax, enjoying my own sensations from exciting her nipples even more than before.

“Wax,” she muttered.

“Very good.” I dripped a few drops down the length of her stomach, encircling her belly button. The way she was wiggling, lifting her head and stretching her bindings as she dug her heels into the comforter increased my desire almost as much as the way her mouth was twisting.

I was losing patience, my needs becoming far too great.

However, I was determined to continue to the end, even if it meant my balls would be aching. Next was the tawse, an implement she’d experienced before but this time would be different.

“What did you think about our first night together?” I asked, doing what I did with the feather by twirling the three tailed ends slowly down the length of her body. She didn’t jump, didn’t whimper, every sound turning into a heated sound of passion.

“It was… amazing.”

At least the truth seemed easy for her to admit. As I followed the sensual trail with my eyes, I relished how her toes were curled. Even her breathing had changed, becoming deeper as the experience drove her senses to a completely different level. Without hesitation, I cracked the tawse down but controlled the force so that the pain would be minimal.

“Oh. God. Oh.” Her cry was scattered, her fingers flexing and fisting.

“Heightened pain is much like pleasure. Tell me what you feel.”

Jasmine dragged the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. “Alive.”

The answer was exactly what I was hoping for. I brought the tawse down against one upper thigh, swirling the leather straps after doing so.

Now, as she bucked, I sensed she was trying to get closer. Trying to convince me to continue the round of punishment. Only this had nothing to do with discipline, merely an awakening. The fact both her body and mind were so receptive left me tingling and anxious.

I brought the implement down a few more times before pulling back entirely. “Lift and spread your legs wide open.”

This time, there was a moment of hesitation, the beautiful woman twisting her wrists. When I pinched her nipple roughly, her moan was much louder than before.

“You are required to obey your master.”

Her movements were methodical, but she followed my command, spreading her legs far apart. My mouth watered from seeing how wet she’d become even in the last few seconds. Her juice was trickling between her swollen folds, dampening the bedding. I had to remind myself to hold back, that I could feast on her tight little pussy in a few minutes.

I caressed the soft skin of her inner thighs, daring to slide a single finger into her tight channel. She was more expressive than any other woman I’d been with, the blindfold hiding nothing. I could feel every muscle in my body tensing from my own level of excitement and anticipation.

Wanting her was easy.

Needing what I’d found with this woman was enticing.

It was keeping her that concerned me on several different levels.

I almost bent my head, ignoring my own personal rules but closed my eyes and snapped the tawse against her bared pussy.

There was no significant force used, no intention of damaging her luscious flesh. But her scream still sent a rush of shudders through me.

“My God. That is…” She tossed her head back and forth, jerking the bindings in such a way she managed to slam the headboard into the wall.

I repeated my actions three more times before swirling the edges around in circles. Every breath she took was pronounced, the scattered sound driving a sharp pain into my heart. The brutal vibrations were something I’d never experienced with any other woman, which meant I was even more fearful of hurting her.

I would never do so.

“Pain. Pleasure. Raw ecstasy. Is that what you feel?” My question was almost inaudible given my raging hunger that had burst to the surface.

“Yes, sir. Yes… Sir.” Her smile was now blissful, so much so I was momentarily taken back.

I finished satisfying my sadistic needs, the sound of my wrist cracking as I brought down the straps pulling at the built-up adrenaline. I tossed it aside, slowly twirling my finger around her already swollen clit.

With my breathing as labored as hers, I left the bed to retrieve the ice cubes. When she started to lower her legs, I used only my fingers, bringing them down three times in rapid succession against her pussy. “You will not move until I allow you to. Understood?”

The smile was entirely different, not only teasing but given how her face was, I could tell it was mostly from extreme bliss.

“Yes, sir.” I didn’t recognize her voice any longer. Part mischief. Part lust.

And all mine.

The possessive thought was something that could ignite any fire, pushing every man’s boundary. I crawled between her legs, selecting a single ice cube. The scent of her sweet pussy was enough to enthrall me, but this wasn’t about my pleasure, but hers.

Or so I wanted to keep telling myself.

I was a sadist but there was little I enjoyed more than being able to drive pure rapture into a woman. I was floating on air as I carefully swirled the edge of the cube in exactly the same location where the whip had been.

Shivering, Jasmine stopped her movements, sucking on her lower lip. Was she trying to hide her emotions, masking her reaction? She would soon learn she could never mask her true self from me.

I took my time, rolling the cube up and down her pussy, marveling at how quickly she was panting. Seeing the few drops of perspiration beading across her lip was just another powerful draw. With the first cube completely melted, I grabbed a second. Even the skin of her stomach was on fire, strings of water running down both sides almost immediately. Unable to resist, I dragged my tongue through them, making exaggerated sounds to ensure she knew what I was doing.

As I’d done before, I waited until both melted before grabbing two more. Only this time, I drove the cubes past her swollen folds.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”

As I pumped them in with rough actions, she twisted and rocked, the sound of the rope continuing to stretch allowing for a true sense of satisfaction.

Now I was a crazed man, replacing my fingers with my mouth. The sweet taste of her was incredible, like cherries in the spring, and I took my time allowing the ice and heat from my tongue to drive her into the same level of madness.

But I wasn’t stopping there, using a third and fourth cube as she writhed. Everything about this moment was sheer perfection as she began to drift into another moment of rapture. As she’d done before, she dug her heels into the comforter, pushing down with extreme pleasure.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her pants and moans were mixed together, her head twisting back and forth.

As I gathered her legs into my arms, keeping her bottom aloft from the bed, I buried my face into her sweet pussy.

And within seconds, I was rewarded with the woman I’d claimed being pushed into an intense orgasm.

Feasting was such a joy.