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Isabelle lay still beside him as he slept. A peaceful languor invaded her body. The hours had flown by and the first light of dawn brushed the skyline and suffused the room with a dim blush. From experience, she knew that pleasure and happiness were fleeting, but that misery had a way of lasting.
Her time with Dorian would be gone in a blink. She must embrace every moment of physical sensation he offered. Her body might tire in time, but she was determined to push herself as far as she could.
He’d roused her about every two hours during the night. His cock had been indefatigable. None of her others lovers were as virile or as beautiful.
Isabelle pushed up from the bed, walked to the washbasin and sponged away the remnants of their night’s activity. She returned to the bed and straddled Dorian’s thighs. He groaned in his sleep. When she applied the cool, damp sponge to his cock, she felt the quick tension in his body as he started to wake. She washed his sleeping cock and dropped the sponge to the side of the bed.
She bent low over him and sucked his relaxed cock and balls into her mouth. She used only her tongue to lick and caress the underside of the sac. His erection sprang to life and she turned her attention to laving the thick root surging upward, already hard.
A subtle change occurred in his body and she knew that he was awake, enjoying the full pleasure of her ministrations. She employed her hands to fondle his large cods and stroke at the base of his cock. With her lips, she encircled the ridged cap. Each pleasure point brought tense excitement to Dorian’s body. His legs clenched. One hand gripped the bedsheets at his side, the other slid to her kneecap, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“Isabelle,” he warned through gritted teeth.
His prowess was masterful until she caught him unawares. She had him ready to spill but she wanted to see him bow to the pleasure in her hands. Her whore’s tricks were effective, if not unusual.
She reached to her bedside stand. Inside the drawer was the linen strip she sought. She placed the band at the root of his cock and started to wind it around the base. Dorian sucked in his breath as the band grew tighter.
The visible half of his cock was large and purplish, full and tight—near ready to burst.
“It’s best if I tie your hands. You’ll be tempted to remove it before you get your full pleasure.”
“I can manage,” he said, his voice lower and threatening. His gaze darted from her mouth to her breasts to the sight of his penis wrapped tight and standing tall.
As she lowered her mouth to the engorged tip, he dug one of his heels into the bed and arched upward.
“Are you sure?”
“I can take whatever you give me.” His hands searched over his head until he had a secure purchase on the headboard.
She lifted one limb and then the other, settling between his legs and forcing his thighs wider. She set her lips to his groin and licked every inch of exposed skin. With her finger, she stroked the soft patch of skin between his legs, under his sac, setting Dorian to squirming. His hips bucked as if he were attempting to mount her.
His eyes, she noticed, were clenched tight instead of watching her with his usual intense regard.
Based on what his mistress had told her those many, many months ago, Dorian was willing to try anything once and usually a second time to make sure he got it right.
She set the flat of her palm against the very tip of his cock and rubbed in a small circle while she reached for the toys Dorian had thoughtfully provided for their pleasure. Her body had responded to many things, even her own hand, but her desire to know pleasure with a man had exceeded all other dreams. So far, she had not been disappointed by Dorian’s assertive demands and his surprising ability to know what she wanted.
In twelve hours, she had known that Dorian had all that she craved for her physical fulfillment.
“The metal container,” Dorian said, his eyes now open. The tight expression on his face revealed a man very deeply affected by the pleasure she was inflicting.
She gripped it and set it to the bed so she could flip the metal clasp. Inside was a longer, more slender version of the dildo he had used on her last night.
A container of rose oil was also in with the other pleasure toys. Dorian watched. She did not rub the oil directly on the dildo. As she poured the oil on her chest, Dorian’s nostrils flared. The oil ran down her stomach, but she quickly rolled the dildo upward, catching the oil, coating the faux penis with lubricant.
She rubbed the slender phallus against her breasts, touching the tip to her nipples.
Dorian’s hands cupped her and pushed the full spheres together, making a tight valley that she could penetrate with slow thrusts, enticing him closer to an orgasm. She’d learned that for men, seeing could be as powerful as feeling.
The head of his cock was angry and red, swollen with moisture beading at the slit.
His eyes glazed. Isabelle wasn’t even certain that he saw her, only the blinding pleasure that was building, consuming his body.
She was going to make it worse.
He reached for the binding around his cock. His chest heaved as he tried to regain control.
“You said you wouldn’t,” she reminded him.
