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I shiver. “O-okay.”
He grabs a chair and pushes it closer. Then he grabs me by my wrists, pulls me up and swings me off the bed. He drops me on the chair before leaning to the side to pick up something from the bag.
I wiggle a bit, to get comfortable. The chair has soft white leather padding so I’m far from uncomfortable. He grabs my hands and ties them together pretty tight with the rope and then lifts my legs and puts them on the bed. He takes another rope and ties my thighs before bending my knees until my heels are hanging from the edge of the chair. He winds the rope around my legs and thighs.
Then he picks me up and drops me back on the bed. I bounce a little, but the knots are so tight that nothing really moves. He takes a feather and begins rubbing it along the bottom of my foot – tickling me.
I squirm, moaning in protest and giggling. “Stop,” I say.
“Safe word?”
I ignore him, just continue squirming, giggling, and begging him to quit it. He trails the feather along my ankle and then up the inner side of my leg until he’s feathering the bottom side of my knee. It’s torture because I can’t move and when I try to squirm away, all I do is manage to make the ropes feel tighter.
He runs the feather back and forth, back and forth, before continuing up the back of my thigh.
He goes off somewhere and I can hear him fumbling with something, but I can’t see what he’s doing. I wait patiently and my patience is rewarded when he flicks a liquid thatburns,on me with the feather. He dips the feather in more wax and flicks it onto me again. The wax goes everywhere – the tips of my nipples, my neck, my nose, my fingers.
He withdraws again and returns with ice, rubbing it over my skin, especially where the wax had stung. Hot and then cold, a stimulating contrast, confusing my tightly enclosed body, which itches and shivers and desperately makes me want to wiggle, but I can do nothing other than stay very still.
I close my eyes, letting myself sink into that space where nothing else exists except the ability of my dom to take care of me.
Romano turns me slightly, so my bare ass is facing the edge of the bed. The sting of the whip on my ass has me opening my eyes wide in shock. The second lash, between my legs, sends tingles all the way up my spine. The third one, slashing across both cheeks, has me whimpering. I can feel the throb in my flesh caused by raised welts.
I begin to hyperventilate, my breasts straining through the rope. The fourth slash lands across my thighs, and I jerk and moan. He stops, putting down the whip and turning me over so I am lying on my back, my thighs up to my chin. He rubs them and my buttocks with his hands. He then puts his hand under the rope and pulls.
I close my eyes, just letting myself feel. He begins to undo the knots and then slowly straightens my limbs. All the feeling has disappeared from my extremities, and he gently rubs the blood back into them.
I feel so very well taken care of.
From one minute to another, the rubbing converts from soothing to sensual. He rubs warm oil into my skin, alternately soothing and arousing me. There’s something about me, naked, and him, fully addressed, that really appeals to my sense of vulnerability.
Slowly he turns me onto my back and lifts my hips, his hands still massaging my ass. My arms are folded at the elbows, keeping me from face planting on the pillows. Without warning, he pushes into me, splitting me like a peach.
I cry out, feeling totally invaded in the best way. He pushes into me again, gyrates his hips before withdrawing most of the way out, only to push in again, deeper and harder. I’m whimpering with pleasure, my insides alight and alive from stimulation. I push back and his hands tighten on my hips.
“Don’t move.” He orders.
I try to stay still as possible, the inability to react to Romano’s thrusts causing a buildup of… frustration? Lust? Something is growing inside of me like a balloon, getting bigger and more uncontrollable, making me want to float off somewhere and explode.
He stops fucking me, flicking me around and pulling my legs onto his shoulders. He buries his head in my pussy, tongue flicking on my swollen, wet, hot, dripping clit, driving me even crazier.
I’m screaming now, my hips jumping of their own volition, my hands flailing. Everything just feels so good… I can’t deal.
His tongue is working so hard, and I can feel my clit swell even more. He straightens up, and pushes into me again, rotating his hips as his thumb presses down on my clit. I can’t do anything but give in to the shaking, trembling, reverberating explosion that takes over me.
I can feel him, emptying himself inside of me as I’m practically convulsing. Afterwards, I just lie there while Romano cleans me up, then I curl into a ball and burrow into him.
He runs a hand up and down my back, tracing patterns on my flesh.
I laugh. “I can’t believe my mom was okay with us going off to do this.”
He snorts. “I really hope she can’timaginewhat exactly it is we do.”
I hook a hand across his waist, pulling him even closer and close my eyes.
He kisses my forehead. “Goodnight Gigi. I love you.”
I smiled. “I love you too.”
