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“Come here,” he said tenderly. He took her hand gently and put his arm around her waist to help her walk. He sat her down on the edge of the massage table.
“Lie down.” His Dom voice returned.
Valentina obeyed.
“Put your hands at your sides, flat on the table.”
She obeyed again.
Ethan pulled her arms down until they were pinned tightly next to her hips. Valentina heard a click, and before she knew it, her wrists were bound to the table. A tingle of fear stirred in her stomach, but she pushed it aside.
And the truth was, Valentina wanted Ethan to do every sinister and demeaning thing to her that he pleased. She would gladly be as pliable and servile as he wanted. The man she’d hated more than anyone on earth was now completely in charge of her, and she couldn’t be happier. How had this happened?What’s come over me?
Ethan’s hands meandered reverently down her body, tracing a sensual trail down her cheek, across her clavicle, around the hollow at the base of her throat. His hand went tightly about her throat and squeezed.
Valentina didn’t fight him. She could have kicked him off with her legs and screamed, but she didn’t. Inexplicably, she wanted him to dominate her, to cut off her breath until he held her life in his hands.
She still didn’t understand her own carnal appetites, but she knew the raw craving he roused in her was a firestorm.
Ethan released her neck and his talented hand slid down between her breasts. He leaned over her and lapped her skin around the outer swell of each breast. Her nipples tightened harder and the clamps pinched her more strongly. Ethan’s tongue was hot on her flesh and he moved with excruciating deliberation, beginning on the outer side of each breast and working his way around, closer and closer to her clamped areolas.
Torturously, he pulled the clamps off at the same time. She arched clear off the table and cried out with surprise. The shackles pulled on her arms uncomfortably, pinning her top half immobile and rendering her helpless. Ethan’s mouth latched over her nipple, finally giving her relief.
He continued to suckle her breasts as his skillful fingers roamed across the womanly hill of her belly and down her rounded hips. She no longer felt ashamed of her body. She just felt inflamed.
Ethan skimmed the inside of her knees with nimble fingers, caressing with his thumbs in long circles. His hand stopped just above her mound, lightly brushing her pussy. Mouth followed where his hands had gone, kissing her abdomen, nipping her abdomen. He licked an imaginary line across her belly from one hipbone to another, veering closer and closer to her pussy with each pass. He made a diamond shape with his thumbs and index fingers around her vortex while he slid the tip of each thumb down her inner thigh at the same time.
“Spread your legs.”
Valentina couldn’t speak. Her mouth could not form coherent words, but her head nodded and her knees parted. He took the blindfold off her eyes.
“Wider,” he commanded, shoving her knees so far apart they hit the table.
“You are so bewitching, Valentina,” he whispered encouragingly. “Your pussy is as soft as velvet and as pink as a rose.”
The compliment almost pushed Valentina over the edge. Every ounce of her being was completely exposed to him, and he loved it.
Bastian sauntered into her view, still casually drinking his vodka. He gazed down at her as though she were a well-set table.
“I see why you like this set-up,mon ami,” Bastian said with an approving nod, and again she was surprised at how her body responded to being objectified this way.
“You’ve seen nothing yet. Just you wait.”
She watched Ethan, dazed, as he took two chopsticks and laid them on either side of her clitoris. He bound them together at the top and bottom with small rubber bands, squeezing her nubbin tightly between them. Then he twisted them slowly, moving clockwise, then counterclockwise until her fingers began scratching at the table and her hips started undulating rhythmically.
Ethan continued to kiss her thighs until she was begging him to release the pressure. He breathed his hot breath on her pussy. He slipped one finger inside her, then pulled it out.
His finger gleamed with her wetness.
He put it into his mouth.
She wanted to scream.
“Yum,” he said, licking his finger lasciviously. “Your pussy tastes delicious, by the way.”
Valentina thought she might faint. Her pussy was scalding and throbbing. She tried to lock her knees together, to reduce the sensations, but he pressed her knees wide again and held her firmly. His arms were like steel. He touched her pussy lips with his index fingers, and the roiling inside Valentina grew stronger and her clit grew bigger. Finally, he slid the chopstick torture device off her clit.
“Yes, Ethan,” she cried.
