In a large luxury bedroom, lie Smiles, on the bed naked facing the ceiling... Her heart tugs loudly in her chest, and she squeezes on the sheets trying to keep her cool... Keane walks to her with a piece of creamy ice cake on a plate and places it by the bedside...
"Pardon me, Master... how does eating your cake get to do with me lying naked?" her cracked voice vibrates. She stares at him with pleading eyes but he just brushes it off.
"I don't take dessert after the main course, I take it alongside the main course" the mischievous smile on his lips as his gaze traveled down her body..." the delicious flavor of the cake and yours makes it the perfect combination of any cuisine" She gulps down nervously. How will she be able to survive this? His voice, his very words... It's like scissors cutting through her sanity...
Sitting by her side, he carries on the cream with his finger and rubs it on her lips... not knowing what he intends to do, she licks it off...
"interesting" he captures her lips, preying her mouth open. He sucks off the cream in her mouth, moving his tongue in every corner of her mouth as if searching for something. He pulls out, liking on his lips. She is in the air greedily, with wide eyes...
He rubbed the cream on her lips again, but this time she didn't dare to lick. Like an obedient pet, she stayed there quietly, not moving... His lips pushed up to the side, at the sight of her cute small face.
He carefully applies the cream to every corner of her body, from her face down to her neck, nipples, cleavage, stomach... His movement was gentle, and his soft fingers covered her body, giving her a 'feeling' she couldn't explain. He placed the plate by the side when he was done. With a glance, a satisfied smile appears on his lips.
He licks her face, eating off the cream. the feel of his soft tongue makes her shiver. His lips travel all over her face and finally settle on her lips. He sucks and bites it, she moans in response.
What he is doing to her now is torture, sweet torture. She grabs his hair, pulling him even closer, grinding her lips to his. She just couldn't take anymore, but the man was still to begin...
He pulls away and walks to the side. He pulls out a pair of stringers from the cupboard and cuffs her hands on the headboard.
"I won't appreciate a single movement from you, not even the slightest" He warns sternly. She could get the seriousness in his voice, and all she could do was nod...
He goes back to licking the cream off her neck. He bites and sucks making sure to leave love bites everywhere... It was as if he was tasting her level of resistance. Her head throbs, not in pain but the excessive sweetness he is giving her.
His lips land on her left breast, licking round making his way to the peek. She wanted to grab his hair, but the stringers prevented her from doing so... She cried out, begging him to reconsider but he didn't listen. He kept on doing his magic, sending waves of pleasure through her body... He moved to her right breast and did the same thing before moving down to her stomach. He groans in satisfaction...
"Delicious" he whispers in a husky voice.
"nice cake" He complimented. She was far from being on earth, she could hardly hear a word he was saying...
They say " sky's the limit" was no match to how she was feeling. She was beyond the sky... further above...
He raised his head when he was done licking off the cream on her body. She was trembling, breathing in and out as if she was running a race... He applies some cream on Mons pubis in a larger quantity down to her Vulva, most precise on her clit... Spreading her legs apart, he positions his head on her entrance and starts licking off the cream.
"oh my god!" She exclaims. If what he was doing at first was torture, then this was way more. His warm tongue on her clit was all that it took for her to lose it. She struggles to push her hips up but he holds her own.
"Don't like repeating myself" his voice was surprisingly low. His usual baritone voice was now deep, more like a bass...
"ahh... the... plea.. sure is too much" she struggles. He was busily doing his work down there, that's all that matters to him...
He will bite on her clit and more. She cries out in total bliss, how can he make me feel all these strange feelings? something I never thought existed, feelings even Mark could make me feel... how possible is it? These questions run through her mind. She didn't have the time to ponder about it when she felt his tongue on her pussy hole, playing with it as if it were his favorite toy... the sound of his tongue clicking on her pussy could be heard. Her moans become even louder, echoing in the room. She bites on her lips, stopping the sound from coming out... She screams in pain and when he bites on her pussy lip hard. she could feel the place he bites on burning...
"don't dare me, little one. '' His angry voice vibrates. Tears trickled down her eyes. She shakes her head in denial...
"I am not!" she cries. She just didn't want her voice to go that loud. She was hurt, because he seems not to care... as if she wanted him to, but it pains knowing she will have to endure this bittersweet torture for a year alongside the betrayal of her two most trusted people ... He goes back down, and continue tongue fuckin her. He grabs her waist, pushing his tongue deeper. She could feel the pleasure building up, sending shivers through her body. Her toes curl, and she struggles to stay still but everything is just too much... out of reflex, she pushes herself, rubbing her sex on his face... He climbs off the bed and leaves, without saying a word. Leaving her hanging, on the brink of exploding...