he pulled his mouth
away. Her plea ended with a moan when he switched his attention to her other
breast, giving it the same rough treatment.
“Perfect,” he said when at last he pulled away. “Like two
juicy plums ready to be plucked.”
Before she could form a reply, he had already set his sights
on new lands to conquer. Taking hold of the rope once more, he wound it around
her waist, between her legs and even into the crack between her butt cheeks
before twisting it in a figure eight fashion around her hips. Every successive
tug and shift of the rope tortured her clit into a frenzy of arousal while it
worked its way deeper into the folds of her sex and slithered across the tiny
opening of her ass.
The smell of her arousal rose to hang heavy in the room, but
Sakura was too far gone to be embarrassed by the musky scent, especially when
she caught sight of his erection, his cock a swollen mass of flesh jutting up
once more against his stomach.
“Take me,” she begged, her voice unsteady. “P-please, Bakushi ,
I need to feel you.”
“Hush, keisei ,” he told her, placing his hand over
her mouth. “Don’t lose your concentration by speaking. I will give you all you
desire.”
He reached beneath a pillow and retrieved a box she had not
noticed before. She watched in an agony of desperation as he opened the lid and
placed the objects on the bed. If she thought she’d been even remotely excited
before, she was sadly mistaken as she studied the array of polished glass toys.
They ranged in length and circumference. One was long and slender, another
short and wide. One was swirled all the way to the tip, another was etched and
knobbed all around. But all of them were beautiful.
And intimidating.
Sakura struggled despite herself as her Bakushi picked one up and twirled it over her stomach, but she was held completely
immobile by the rope and couldn’t escape as he ran the glass rod between her
legs and nudged it into the opening of her cunt. He slid it deeper as she
wiggled again, the thick knot of the rope rubbing hard against her clit. And
even higher when she cried out in hunger, slipping it in and out of her body
while she struggled to maintain control.
And the entire time he watched her face, his eyes boring
into hers from behind the mask, gauging her reaction, measuring her response.
“More?” he asked, speeding up his strokes. “Or maybe I
should introduce you to anaru —the art of anal play. You have your safe
word if you need it,” he added calmly, moving the rope aside as he worked the
rod back toward the pucker of her ass.
“I don’t…I mean I’ve never—” Sakura tried to protest as he
rubbed the tip of the rod around the tiny opening, tensing tight against the
invasion.
“Breathe,” he ordered, twisting her clit between his fingers
until the pleasure took over and made her weak. “I promise not to hurt
you—much,” he added with a smirk that went way beyond licentious.
He was enjoying her trepidation, the bastard. But so was
she, she realized a heartbeat later. Already her ass had begun to throb in expectation,
new sensations rising to torment her further. She was so wet the moisture slid
between her cheeks and he used it to lubricate the rod before he nudged it
through the ring of muscle.
When Sakura bucked, he held her down, continuing to snug the
rod into her ass, the sting enough to make her scream. It was too intrusive,
too demanding, and she could not like it, would not like it…until he bent and
pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking the knot of flesh until she forgot the
pain enough to relax. Then he drove the rod higher into her ass, spiraling it
in and out until it felt so good she was pushing back, giving him permission to
take her even deeper.
And his mouth on her clit was more than she could take as
the orgasm stole over her senses. He did not try to stop her as she came to a
shuddering release that seemed to last forever.
But he continued to thrust his tongue
away. Her plea ended with a moan when he switched his attention to her other
breast, giving it the same rough treatment.
“Perfect,” he said when at last he pulled away. “Like two
juicy plums ready to be plucked.”
Before she could form a reply, he had already set his sights
on new lands to conquer. Taking hold of the rope once more, he wound it around
her waist, between her legs and even into the crack between her butt cheeks
before twisting it in a figure eight fashion around her hips. Every successive
tug and shift of the rope tortured her clit into a frenzy of arousal while it
worked its way deeper into the folds of her sex and slithered across the tiny
opening of her ass.
The smell of her arousal rose to hang heavy in the room, but
Sakura was too far gone to be embarrassed by the musky scent, especially when
she caught sight of his erection, his cock a swollen mass of flesh jutting up
once more against his stomach.
“Take me,” she begged, her voice unsteady. “P-please, Bakushi ,
I need to feel you.”
“Hush, keisei ,” he told her, placing his hand over
her mouth. “Don’t lose your concentration by speaking. I will give you all you
desire.”
He reached beneath a pillow and retrieved a box she had not
noticed before. She watched in an agony of desperation as he opened the lid and
placed the objects on the bed. If she thought she’d been even remotely excited
before, she was sadly mistaken as she studied the array of polished glass toys.
They ranged in length and circumference. One was long and slender, another
short and wide. One was swirled all the way to the tip, another was etched and
knobbed all around. But all of them were beautiful.
And intimidating.
Sakura struggled despite herself as her Bakushi picked one up and twirled it over her stomach, but she was held completely
immobile by the rope and couldn’t escape as he ran the glass rod between her
legs and nudged it into the opening of her cunt. He slid it deeper as she
wiggled again, the thick knot of the rope rubbing hard against her clit. And
even higher when she cried out in hunger, slipping it in and out of her body
while she struggled to maintain control.
And the entire time he watched her face, his eyes boring
into hers from behind the mask, gauging her reaction, measuring her response.
“More?” he asked, speeding up his strokes. “Or maybe I
should introduce you to anaru —the art of anal play. You have your safe
word if you need it,” he added calmly, moving the rope aside as he worked the
rod back toward the pucker of her ass.
“I don’t…I mean I’ve never—” Sakura tried to protest as he
rubbed the tip of the rod around the tiny opening, tensing tight against the
invasion.
“Breathe,” he ordered, twisting her clit between his fingers
until the pleasure took over and made her weak. “I promise not to hurt
you—much,” he added with a smirk that went way beyond licentious.
He was enjoying her trepidation, the bastard. But so was
she, she realized a heartbeat later. Already her ass had begun to throb in expectation,
new sensations rising to torment her further. She was so wet the moisture slid
between her cheeks and he used it to lubricate the rod before he nudged it
through the ring of muscle.
When Sakura bucked, he held her down, continuing to snug the
rod into her ass, the sting enough to make her scream. It was too intrusive,
too demanding, and she could not like it, would not like it…until he bent and
pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking the knot of flesh until she forgot the
pain enough to relax. Then he drove the rod higher into her ass, spiraling it
in and out until it felt so good she was pushing back, giving him permission to
take her even deeper.
And his mouth on her clit was more than she could take as
the orgasm stole over her senses. He did not try to stop her as she came to a
shuddering release that seemed to last forever.
But he continued to thrust his tongue
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