Jon watched her rise to obey his command and wished he’d thought to get the toy from his room. “Take the veil off of your head.” He followed Veronica into the bedroom where she removed the strip of red silk and climbed onto the bed. “No, not like that. Cross-wise with your head at the edge.”
Veronica moved to follow his direction immediately. He didn’t have to tell her that this game required her to do exactly what he said without question or hesitation, she understood. Her deepest, darkest fantasy was to – occasionally – be totally dominated like a slave. Jon was the only one in the world who knew that. The history and atmosphere of Abu Dhabi just fuelled those thoughts. She’d been planning this night for a long time, as her reward for all of her hard work, and she wasn’t prepared to give that up even though she was still pissed at him. It was just too...delicious...an opportunity to pass up.
When she’d positioned herself, he stood by her head and surveyed her, his mind scripting the rest of their evening. The bed was fairly high, the mattress reaching his upper thighs, perfect for what he had planned. He reached out to cup her breasts. “Undo my pants.”
While she unbuckled his belt, pushed the button through its hole and slid down his zipper, releasing his rock hard erection, he squeezed and massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples when they harden and stood up for him. Closing her hand around him, she stroked, squeezed and ran her thumb over the swollen head.
Jon only allowed her to play for a few minutes. “Open your mouth.”
Veronica knew where this was leading and obeyed instantly, almost eagerly, taking him between her lips, tongue swirling around the tip.
“Take it all.” He whispered, flexed his hips and watched her mouth engulf his hardness. Holding still, he ran his hands over her arms and torso, caressing her through the silk covering her. When his attention returned to her breasts, he started to move his hips slowly sliding almost all the way out, then back in again.
Releasing her breasts, he reached further, smoothing down her abdomen and over her hips. When he touched between her thighs, her legs shifted, widening, giving him greater access. He started with the outer lips, stroking, until her arousal increased and her folds swelled and opened for him. Using just his middle finger, he slid the length of her rapidly moistening cleft, the dampness evident even through the silk covering her.
Veronica’s hips instantly lifted towards his hand, silently asking for more. Her low moan hummed around the pillar of sensitive flesh imbedded in her mouth and almost ended this part of the evening’s agenda right then and there. Jon grit his teeth, tightened his tenuous grip on his control and set up a slow rhythm, his hips and hand moving in sync. His free hand settled once again on her breast, caressing and teasing.
Veronica closed her eyes and focused on the sensations racking her body. Needing something to do with her hands, so that she didn’t try to alter her helpless state – which, after all, was the name of this game - she grasped the ends of his belt and held on as he varied the speed of his hips and hands, now faster, now slower, always pushing her towards heaven, but never letting her reach it. She didn’t know how much longer she could last, but the slight roughness of the silk rubbing against her swollen, sensitive clit guaranteed it wouldn’t be long.
Sensing she was close, Jon lightened the pressure of his hands and pulled back his hips until he was only partially submerged. “Suck it.”
Veronica obeyed – technically anyway – letting her tongue slither around his pulsing flesh and sucking lightly. If he wanted to tease, she could too.
Jon wanted to laugh, knowing what she was trying to do, but that would be against his ‘character’. Instead, he pinched both her clit and the hard kernel of her nipple. “Do as you’re told or I’ll send you back to the slave market!”
Inhaling sharply through her nose at the stinging pain, she complied, sucking as hard as she could.
Jon stifled a groan and closed his eyes briefly against the exquisite pressure. Just before he reached the point of no return, he eased deeper into her mouth and growled. “Swallow it.”
She could barely make out the words, but it didn’t matter. In her current position, she didn’t really have a choice. It was either that or choke, so when he exploded she swallowed the gushing, salty fluid.
When he was empty, he stepped back and sat in a nearby chair, both to catch his breath and to let her body calm down a bit before they moved on to the next item on his agenda. Even though he knew she liked – and was more than capable of – multiple orgasms, this little scenario was about the ‘sultan’s’ pleasure, not the slave’s.....plus he wanted to see how much sensual torture she could take.
A few minutes later, he blew out a breath. “Stand up.”
It took Veronica several seconds to move. Her body was still aching for release. Finally, she managed to roll off the bed and get to her feet and wait for his next command, her eyes on the floor like a good slave.
“Take off your clothes. Now that I’ve relieved the lust your dance created, between those lush red lips, I want to inspect my new property.”
Veronica complied, slowly undoing the cuffs at wrists and ankles and sliding the silk from her body, letting it drop to the floor. Naked, she stood upright and once again waited for instructions.
The silence in the room grated on her nerves while she waited for him to speak or do....something! For his part, Jon was taking his time. This was the first time since he’d found her again that he’d been able to simply look his fill. Standing, he did up his pants before approaching her. He circled her slowly, running a hand over her smooth skin, his touch assessing, rather than caressing. Over one shoulder, down her arm, the long line of her back to curve around one firm cheek and squeeze. “Hmmmm. Good muscle tone.” Moving to stand in front of her, he cupped her breasts, weighing them. “Adequate. Could be bigger.” He bit back a chuckle and pretended that he didn’t see the glare she shot him out of the corner of her eye.
One hand left her breast to travel over her stomach to the curls at the juncture of her thighs where he thrust two fingers inside her. She jerked at the sudden penetration. He scowled. “Stand still! Mmmm...hot and wet and snug. Good. I was concerned that with your beauty you would have been too well used to offer me much pleasure. It pleases me that that might not be the case. Of course, just because your body is built for it, doesn’t mean that you have the skill for it.”
“I have great skill master.”
He grunted. “Do you? We’ll see.”
Sliding his fingers out, he stepped back. “Face the bed. Bend over and brace your hands on the mattress.” When she complied immediately he just stood and considered her for a long moment. It was so unusual for this independent, strong willed woman to give herself over to someone else’s control, the primitive part of his brain revelled in the idea that she’d chosen him...and his body reacted predictably. For tonight at least, she was his to do with as he pleased, and he planned to take full advantage. He didn’t know when the opportunity would arise again.
Jon opened his pants, moved up close behind her and with one quick, solid thrust, buried his renewed arousal to the hilt inside her. Veronica squeaked, but didn’t protest the invasion, merely spread her legs a little wider and braced herself for what he was going to do next. But he surprised her by remaining still.
He waited for several breaths for her to get the hint, but finally slapped her lightly on the ass. “What are you waiting for? Service me!”
Motivated by the feel of the pulsing length of him stretching her sheath, she immediately obeyed, swinging her hips in a rocking rhythm, back and forth, side to side undulating her ass slowly at first, then building up speed. The fact that she could feel the material of his pants rubbing against her skin, knowing she was completely naked while he was still fully dressed, only heightened her arousal. It wasn’t long before she was panting for breath, her focus solely on the feel of him sliding in and out of her body, shuddering at the exquisite tightness of each downstroke, whimpering at the feeling of loss that accompanied each withdrawl. Pleasure radiating out from her core, her world was reduced to the quest for more, to push him deeper, faster, to reach that pinnacle of ecstasy.
Jon clenched his hands against the urge to grip her hips and guide her. But her arousal was going to crest too fast. “Slow down.” He wasn’t totally surprised when she ignored him and continued her rapid movements. “No!” He withdrew from her and spanked her just hard enough to sting. “I am master here! It’s my pleasure that takes precedence, not yours! You don’t get to come until I decide!”
“No!” Veronica cried out at the loss of him inside her, her shuddering body throbbing in protest. She’d been so close!
Jon walked into the sitting room to find something to drink – and to give both of them a few minutes to calm down. Grimacing when he remembered the no alcohol rule, he settled for a bottle of water, taking several long swallows before heading back into the bedroom. He found her sitting on the side of the bed, staring at the floor, waiting for him, and grinned. She really was good at this! “Lay back and spread your legs. Open yourself with your fingers. I want to see if your taste at least will please me.”
Veronica shivered, but did as she was bid, wondering briefly how long he was going to drag this out...and if she was going to survive it or simply spontaneously combust. At the first touch of his tongue on her hypersensitive flesh, combustion seemed the most likely outcome. A moan was ripped from her throat as he settled in to feast, bathing her in his hot breath, tracing her cleft, lapping her juices with his tongue, taking her throbbing clit between his lips and suckling lightly. Every time she came close to going over the edge he seemed to sense it and backed off until she’d calmed a bit, then started again. Heart pounding, nerves singing, gasping for breath, she didn’t know whether to scream, cry or beg.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jon straightened. The sight of her lying open and waiting for him, face flushed, her chest heaving with every breath, knowing she was on the brink, was almost more than he could take, but as much as he wanted to give in, he wanted to see how much she could take, more. “Mmm. Tasty.”
Licking his lips, he waited until her breathing had evened out. “Stand up. Undress me.”
Veronica groaned, but managed to drag herself upright. As she reached for the hem of his t-shirt, an idea of getting a bit of her own torture in crossed her mind. As she slowly pulled the clothes from his body, she let her hands linger, stroking his skin, tangling in the thick mat of fur on his chest. Kneeling in front of him to remove his shoes and pants, she ran her hands up his legs from ankle to thigh and tried to reach for his erection, but he stopped her.
“Turn down the bed.” As soon as she did, he laid down in the middle on his back, his hands behind his head. “Ride me.”
Veronica took a deep breath, climbed onto the bed, straddled him and slowly impaled herself, hoping almost desperately that this time he’d let her find release. She’d barely started to move when he brought his hands into play, stroking her body, cupping and massaging her breasts, teasing and tweaking her nipples. She started to move faster, raising and lowering herself, rocking against him, encouraged, when he didn’t stop her, that this time she’d taste ecstasy.
Jon let her ride him at her own pace in her own way and simply watched the expressions of pleasure drift across her face. He considered letting her fly this time, but he had one more sweet torture he wanted to visit on her. “Stop. Sit still.” She either didn’t hear him or was ignoring him. In an impressive display of flexing abs, he sat up, his arms sliding around her hips to stop her movements.
It was all Veronica could do not to hit him. She’d been closer than ever that time. “No! Please!”
Jon fought against a grin. “Cup your breasts. Offer them to me.”
Breath sawing, on the verge of tears, she nevertheless obeyed, lifting her firm mounds with trembling hands. “Like this?”
“Yes.” The word was murmured against one swollen tip. Opening mouth, he circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue several times, wetting it thoroughly, then closed his lips around it and suckled.
Veronica jerked and cried out at the sensations shooting from her breast to her core. Surely he wouldn’t deny her much longer! She couldn’t take it! After several minutes he released her, and she began to relax slightly, only to tense again when he merely switched to her other breast and repeated his ministrations. Back and forth he went until she couldn’t restrain herself any longer. “Please! No more. I can’t take any more!”
Jon let her nipple slide from his mouth and studied her darkened, hot eyes for a moment. “You want me to let you go?”
“No!” Her eyes widened at the thought. Her mind was so frazzled it took her a minute to grasp what he was looking for. Once she did, she couldn’t give it fast enough. “No master, I want you to fuck me! Oh please master! You fill me like no one ever has before and I can’t get enough of you. I don’t want you to ever let me go. I want you to fuck me like only you can. Please master, I ache for it!”
Jon’s response was instant. With a quick movement he rolled and brought her under him. His hands curled around her knees and pushed them flat to the mattress so that she was fully open and helpless to control even the slightest part of his possession. Flexing his hips he pulled almost all the way out then slid back in, deeply and forcefully. Veronica screamed as she finally crested the peak that had been just out of reach for so long. Jon ignored her cry and rode her with long, powerful thrusts.
“Oh...oh...oh...yes, yes, yes, yes....oooh shit! YES!” She screamed again as her body convulsed, her orgasms coming one on top of the other, with no real break in between until she thought she was going to pass out.
Deciding she’d had enough for now, Jon let go and emptied himself deep inside her with a grunt. It took several minutes before he had the strength to withdraw and roll off of her onto his back. “Wow! I think I’ll keep you.”
A breathless chuckle was the best Veronica could do. It took several more minutes before she could speak. “Thanks. That was fun.”
Masculine brows snapped together in a frown as he considered her words. “What the fuck does that mean?”