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| Don't Tempt Me. Part 2 Posted by: Driana BlackScale at 10-18-2015 11:19 AM, Last Modified 10-18-2015 11:19 AM |
Part Two: Hers.
The days started merging together after that night. He was back to his usual narcissistic self and was happily content with the occasional punishment he dwelled on her. Today of all days she was really sore having cleaned the house top to bottom the way he specifically wanted it. Long and hard hours spent bent over or on her knees scrubbing the details down to the tiniest corners. She wasn’t sure what the task was supposed to be meant for but she didn’t want to ruin his good mood. Not today.
The quietness was deafening with every movement echoed out breaking the silence that ached over her bones but finally finished. “He better be happy..,” huffing with a whimper dragging a scaly arm over her forehead. Glancing at the clock that hung on the wall realizing that she still had two hours before he got home. That made her wiggle a bit in her dirty clothes. Putting away the cleaning supplies in the kitchen closet giving the counters one last look over.
Unable to hide her giddiness and excitement scurrying up the stairs peeling off her shirt and bra, every little piece of clothing was tossed over her shoulder onto the floor making a mental note to toss them in the washer later.
“Where did I put my toy?”
Opening and closing the drawers aggravated her further. She would just have to make use of the shower head piece. Just the thought alone was enough to make her toes curl in anticipation. She was getting ahead of herself. It wasn’t that she needed to get the edge off her stressful day but some little part of her mind was telling her not to do it. Knowing that Gaelan prefered to take care of her and help her when she needed it.
Even if it was his fault that she was in need of just a little fun. Just to help her stress simmer away. Her world tilted on it’s axle instantly and her insides turned all warm and fuzzy like at the thought of him. Time only slowed down as she hovered in exquisite and painful anticipation while waiting for the water to fill the tub. All the things she had been stressing from the cleaning to this moment in the shower simply vanished leaving the intense yearning that felt like a drawn bow.
Stepping in the hot water made it feel like his caresses snaking around her calves going further up as she eased down the tub. The only thing she missed was the feel of his strength in his touch. Though they were not face-to-face, body-to-body, shocks still erupted from every point of contact. Drawing in a deep but quick breath melting into the water swaying away her thoughts.
Sliding her fingers in her white frosty hair trailing down the curve of her neck offering no more than an incoherent murmur in response. She remember their first time. The way he was worried if he would frighten her or push her too far. Her heart nearly stopped as she traced over the sensitive spots on her nipples. She was certain that all she wanted right at that moment just like this one was to find out what it was like to make love with a four horned demon.
She was about to.. about to..
Slowly, very slowly she guided her talons closer to her mound tracing over her pink slit. Caressing the pink folds before pressing down a little more until her finger ran up and down her hooded clit. Her thighs instantly twitched at how sensitive she was, all of those thousands and thousands of nerves hungrily ached for more stimulation. The sensation stole her breath.
Her memories of him flooded her mind especially the first kiss. The way his face moved closer until finally their lips touched. Lightly at first. Then more hungrily until she arched against him, wanting, needing to be closer. His kiss was deep, passionate, foggy minded leaving her dimly aware of her surroundings. No kiss had ever stirred her like this nor made her feel like a prisoner to need.
She gasped desperately for air holding onto that feeling rubbing her clit faster and faster. Using her tail to switch the water back on taking the shower head, setting it to the desired setting before replacing her fingers with those strong jets of water. She didn’t want easy. It wasn’t the first time that she wanted to be conquered into total submission or be carried like a captive on the feelings that strung the core of her vortex.
Rocking her hips lifting them higher and higher into the little universe of chaos. Angling the head of the shower just right forcing her to grip the edge of the tub. Her moaning chained up growing faster and faster trying to sooth herself into a lower plane of need.
Then she stiffened.
Unmistakably she recalled the way his teeth gently nipped just below her collarbone. Not enough to break through her scales however that nip was the most electrifying thing that coursed between then and now. She heard herself saying.. screaming.. crying..
“Please, Gaelan. Oh, Please!”
In those moments her heart skipped into a faster rhythm, hovering over her ears, was it his heartbeat? She couldn’t tell the difference anymore between the real thing and the memory. There seemed to be two heartbeats.
Orgasmic pleasure flooded her entire body. Tensed muscles unraveled shutting the water off tiredly. Looking over the railing of the tub at all the water that had spilled. It was then that she froze. Standing in front of the bathroom counter was her lover staring right at her.
“Don’t move,” he said huskily. “Whatever you do, don’t move.”
She gave the barest nod of comprehension stiffening in place. Her mind fogged even more. Fear settled in. Yearning was winning this battle. She was overwhelmed by the fact and sense that he had caught her. They were one. They shared the same beat yet their hearts were independent. His hands stroked kneading her breasts to an aching peak. They needed to unravel from the tension he had created. Kneading and stroking. Kneading and stroking.
His hand slipped down touching between her legs, despite the water he could feel the difference of her juices, it wasn’t just her response to her lover. But his. The dual hit of desire, aching, yearning, throbbing for her. Yet he remained in control. That only irritated her. She wanted him to lose control.
She should’ve been aware that he had alternative motives. Knowing that his touch would be distracting her long enough to have his hand wrap around her neck. She squirmed and pulled away earning her an appealing punishment. She didn’t know exactly what he had in mind and before she began to understand she was pinned under water. Chilling to the bone she grew uncomfortable struggling to escape his squeezing grip.
He turned the water on pressing the jets back her clit. Opening her mouth to moan was a mistake as the air escaped her lungs. He enjoyed the entire spectacle. The challenge was to make herself cum just before she lost all consciousness. They had been down this road before. It was humiliating and shameful.
Tick. Tock.
It was when they had a maid and he had punished her in the kitchen. He had found out about the affair she’d been having for the last couple of months It was a stupid mistake and she was humiliated in front of the help. He had shoved the hose up her pussy until it hit her cervix and the ice cold water flooded her insides. The water started at a slow stream until it was gushing out of her, sure it could’ve been worse had he turned it on full blast right away it might of just killed her right then.
When he was satisfied that her pussy had been cleaned he turned that damned nozzle towards her ass giving it the same treatment. It was extremely uncomfortable but knowing him, he had to have had a raging hard on. That stupid cunt not only was on her knees but sucking him off for at least twenty minutes. She knew better then to turn her face and look. She silently cried listening to each humiliating slurps from the maid’s mouth. That fucking whore.
Tick. Tock. Spots started filling her vision and she was quickly getting tired..
Her master, her very lover was far from done that day. He didn’t let the maid have a taste of his cum.. yet. No instead he waited until he moved her into position for an hours worth of whipping. She was fully tortured by the single tailed whip that sliced over her ass. It was not a fast whipping. He paused after every strike letting the pain set in. Then he would apply the next one. By the time he finished her back was laced with welts and tiny cuts from the back of her knees to her shoulders. He spared the areas over her kidneys to be sure that he didn’t hurt her internally. That was his only mercy.
The concentration on her ass and upper thighs would have plenty of reminder every time she sat down. The cost of getting fucked to ease her lust was deadly. Between every one of those breaks she had heard him mumble ‘stop’ telling the maid to stop sucking him so he wouldn’t blow his load. Every now and then she did enjoy this as much as the next girl.
It was sort of like floating and a hard hit on reality when that cold water mixed in with her juices. Yes she was turned on. Just when she thought that he was done and he was finally giving her mercy. That her punishment was done. He had made that fucking little cunt rub her back, ass, thighs and everything in between with lemon wedges. The pain was excruciating. Her screams were ignored. Lemon after lemon to torture her further. She remember his words and the fair warning that if she had given into her lust he would whip her unmercifully.
He had fulfilled his promise in spades. Finally releasing her long enough to slide his hand through her hair dragging her to the several white globs on the kitchen floor. She was forced to lick it all up like some fucking dog. While she licked his wonderful gift from the floor he felt the need to piss on her back. Her torment and humiliation was complete.
Tick. Tock. She came.
He finally let her come up for air. Sobbing and shaking in the tub, “I’m sorry.. I’m.. sorry.. Please..”
Her pathetic attempts and cries fell on deaf ears as he walked away from her yet again. She had disappointed him. Failed him today of all days. Their anniversary. When she finally did get out of the tub left to her sobbing it was then that she saw the roses. The bags of clothes he had bought for her…
To Be Continued…
Written by Driana Le Souris.
Written as a personal treasure for Shade Blackscale....... |
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