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The Domme’s cunt burned hot with need—each cut inspired her zealous loins with passion, until she could take no more. She could not endure another scream, or the sight of Tessa’s muscles clenched taut, or the way her own cunt responded so joyously to Tessa’s torture—even if the submissive woman was in ecstasy.
Dropping the buggy whip, Martine flew to the bound maiden, flinging her legs over the settee, so that her own bare cunt was at Tessa’s face. “Lick me now, love,” she demanded.
Tessa responded quickly, her tongue reaching out to fondle the moistened cunt, sucking the dear bud of the clitoris she knew so well, with a tenderness Martine had never shown her. It was a pleasure to hear Martine sob with joy, as an orgasm claimed her, and her juices spilled out over Tessa’s face. When she was finished, the bitch looked down on the exhausted submissive.
“Was I right? You wanted me to do this, didn’t you?” There was no haughtiness in her delivery.
Feeling the throbbing in her loins like a cannon going off, Tessa murmured, “Yes,” admitting the truth so that everyone heard. All she needed now was a moment of her own. Her body clamored for release; and so to accommodate her need, Martine dropped between her legs, licking the aching flesh of Tessa’s cunt until she began to shudder. The bonds, though still holding her fast, could not hold back the thunderous quake of climax.
Chapter Eleven
It was so quiet in the morning that Tessa could hear the birds singing outside Miles’ loft. She hadn’t expected their song ringing in her ears, not in the middle of the city.
Rising, she found herself alone. Calling for Miles, he didn’t respond. He must have left in the night. She remembered being exhausted after the ordeal with Martine. She remembered being freed from the bonds, and carried in Miles’ arms from the settee to the bed. She remembered drifting off to dreams on the gentleness of his touch, and his soft words spoken in her ear. Apparently, she had given him everything he wanted, because he asked no more of her, not the use of her mouth, her ass or her cunt. Even Hector didn’t have her—poor Hector, he likely had to satisfy himself with Martine, or nothing at all. Now, the garret was bright with sunlight. Tessa could see the blue sky beyond the windows. Grabbing a robe that had been thrown at the bottom of the bed, she tossed it over her shoulders and walked along an unexplored corridor, finding a door she’d not seen before. Opening it, she discovered a rooftop patio bathed in sunshine. And there, as if it had been waiting for her, was a lounge—the perfect place to sit for her morning coffee. She scooted back inside and made herself a quick cup, then grabbed a plum in her other hand and returned to the patio.
Making quick work of her plans, she ignored the freestanding mirror, avoided even touching the sore place between her legs, and though she walked, wincing, she wasn’t yet ready to face the damage, or the feelings that had arisen the night before. In the clear bright morning it was easy to forget darker things.
Lying back on the chaise lounge, she let the robe fall off her body, the sun’s rays hitting her with its generous, cheerful warmth. She was refreshed and smiling to herself, even though she was frequently reminded of the scars and wounds between her legs.
Her mind traveled back and forth on an easy path between the night before and the present. She felt herself juice, though the sticky dampness evaporated with the sun’s heat. Finding her cunt deliciously aroused, she pulled her labia apart so that the hard bud between them was as heated as the rest of her. She moved against her hands forgetting any pain. Indeed, the little pains from the wounds made her flinch, but only for an instant as the sharp sensations blended with every other vibrant feeling of sexual heat taking over her body.
Her cunt roared quickly, climaxing, with female nectar pouring out over her hands.
When she relaxed, the sun did its bidding again, almost instantaneously, a rush of tingling sensations surfaced in her again. She hadn’t time to come down from the first climax before a second was on its way. She bucked against her hands—her thighs burned; Her groin reached toward the heavens as if getting closer would bring her to a heavenly end.
She gaspe
d—tiny, petal soft gasps rose into the wisp of a breeze that teased her body.
Tessa might have continued for a third time, but when her eyes fluttered open, she saw Miles standing over her. She jerked up in surprise.
“Having your morning’s pleasure without me?” he asked.
“Oh, with you Miles. You’re in my thoughts constantly,” she flirted, hoping he wasn’t displeased.
“How long have you been here?” he asked, sitting down on a small sliver of the lounge beside her naked thigh.
“A half hour, perhaps. How long have you been looking at me?”
“I saw you climax.”
“Just the second one, or the first as well?”
“Two?” he queried, impressed.
“I’m often like this after a night like last night.”
“Ah, I see. You mean that was a commonplace adventure for you?”
“Oh no! But when I’ve been so filled with sexual energy like last night, sometimes it doesn’t get completely spent in a single orgasm.”
“Then perhaps you should continue,” he suggested. His hand traced its way along her thighs, bringing back the same feelings that had claimed her twice before. She pushed herself towards his wandering fingers, seeking more. He teased her, running fingers along her thighs between her legs, about the entrance to her love hole and lower toward her taut anus.
“Ah, yes,” she hissed under her breath as his palm rolled over her throbbing clit.
“Yes, yes, bring me off!” she coax him more.
Miles laughed. “Bring yourself off, slut, you do it so well.”
