Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 85

Time to play….

With the coming of Spring, our previously frigid bedroom is warm and pleasant. The evening sun slants across the room, incidentally slanting across my mermaid where I have her elegantly arranged across the bed.

I take a few moments to sit beside her, to enjoy her, to admire her….

To count my blessings….

Bound at wrist and ankle with soft silky rope, I’ve not left her straining. I want her relaxed on this occasion. But she’s spread wide and open, a hand or foot to each corner of the bed….

Something under the hips I think….

Plumping up a pillow, I push it under her. Her spine arches beautifully….

A little more….

Another pillow supporting her, and she’s presented….

…. and knows it….

Her pupils are already wide, dark against the rim of emerald, and perspiration sheens between her pale skin where the sunlight licks across her.

I sit again, drinking in the sight of her….

A blindfold?

No…. I want to see her eyes….

Running a fingertip over her skin, I trace the line from the hollow of her collarbone, down between her breasts and on over her belly. She shivers under the touch….

Make her wait….

Her knees….

A little wider….

I take another coil of rope, looping around one knee, quickly under the bed and up and around the other knee.

“Master….” She begins to protest.

“Shhh….” I press a finger to her lips.

She subsides, and I tension the rope. Not too much, but enough to widen her a little further.

Then I stand back to admire my handiwork.

Lovely….

I circle the bed, her eyes following me all the while.

Wonder how she’d feel about photographs?

Or do I just want the real thing…?

…. The immediacy….

The scent. The sound….

Then, settling at the foot of the bed, I trace a fingertip from her navel and south, through the tender line between thigh and belly, skirting copper curls already damp and fragrant. I inhale her musk, watching as her vulva swells and blooms, brightening from pink to scarlet. A gleam of moisture appears at her pussy.

I look up. As I watch her, she’s watching me. Her position is awkward, so quickly I find another pillow, pushing it under her head and raising her face.

“Better?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.” I stand, taking my time as I unlink my cuffs, unbutton my shirt….

Ah, Christ….

My erection is trying to make its escape from my now too-tight clothes. It’s horribly uncomfortable.

But I grin.

It’s the right problem to have….

Her gaze drops to my groin, and she grins too.

Stripping off my shirt and pants, I return to my seat between her splayed legs. Close again, her perfume is hot now and she gleams with the flow of her delectable juices. Stooping, and to her long-drawn-out moan, I draw my tongue over the length of her.

I don’t want to take her too quickly. Yet.

In the background, I hear the whoosh of the shower spray….

Michael….

A couple of minutes then….

Nice time to indulge myself….

So, kneeling now, I lower myself to her, lapping up the honey which coats her lips.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh….”

She strains and tensions, her hips lifting a little, but she’s going nowhere.

Replacing lips with teeth, I nibble at her, tugging at hot and swollen lips, stretching them….

She jerks, yelling; a long wail that ends in breathy panting.

Her voice drifts down. “I thought we were supposed to just be preparing things….”

Abso-fuckin-lutely….

I lift a little to see her face. “Yes, quite. I’m preparing you. I wouldn’t like Michael to find you non-prepared for him.”

The sound of the shower ceases and I return to mouthing at the creamy skin of her inner thighs. She’s trembling, a quiver of the flesh that transmits through my lips and sends electricity spiking to my groin.

“Please, Master.”

“No, we’re waiting for Michael. Don’t be impatient. And besides, I enjoy watching you like this. I can see you arousing, watch your pussy open, unfurl. Let’s see if I can help it along a bit.”

Moving inwardly, I draw my tongue over her outer lips. She’s flowing freely now, my lips and chin wet with her juices. Her entrance is distended and brilliantly scarlet, and she wails again as I lave hot and slippery skin, every muscle straining as she tries to arch further.

“Yes, there you go, see. Beautiful…. Opening up all by yourself….”