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LILY'S POV
Kneeling on the bed on all fours, I am naked and my holes are throbbing for Leonardo. My heart is in my mouth. Jeez, I wonder what having sex with toys will feel like. I enjoy having sex and I want to witness all forms of it, the rough, the soft, the weird, the possessive. Leonardo, on the other hand, is insatiable and always ready for sex, maybe all men are like him. I have no idea, no one to compare him to. Closing my eyes, I try to calm my curiosity down, to connect with my inner sub. She’s there somewhere, hiding behind my inner goddess.
Anticipation runs, bubbling like soda through my veins. What will he do? What will it feel like? I take a deep, steadying breath, but I cannot deny it, I’m excited, aroused, wet already. This is so … I want to think absurd, but somehow it’s not. It’s right for Leonardo. It’s what he wants, besides, he kept the toys in the room for a reason. I have to man up and take whatever he decides to do to me, whatever he thinks will make me feel pleasure.
The memory of his look during the dinner date this evening, the longing in his face when I aroused him with my toes, his determined stride toward me like I was an oasis in the desert. I’d do anything to see that look again. I press my thighs together at the delicious memory, and it reminds me that I need to spread my knees. I shuffle them apart, my slit dripping.
How long will he make me wait for him to get the toys? The wait is crippling me, crippling me with a dark and tantalizing desire. I glance quickly around the subtly lit room, seeing him at the far end if the corner shuffling through the dildoes. Which toys will he use on me?
Leonardo walks toward me, smiling as he says, "I thought you'd never ask. I glance down quickly in shyness, staring at my hands, positioned with care on my spread thighs.
Placing handcuffs and a feathered whip on the nightstand beside the bed, he strolls casually to the bed and stands above it peering down at me, his erection long and hard before me; it is just there at my field of vision. I indulge myself in a quick glimpse at him, and my heart almost lurches to a stop. He’s naked and looking so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm. She’s so ready. I lick my lips instinctively. My blood pounds through my body, thick and heavy with concupiscent hunger. What is he going to do to me?
My curiosity burns, blazes even, but I resist the overwhelming temptation to grab his cock and swallow it. He keeps standing in front of me. I can see his naked body and I want to kiss every inch of him … run my tongue over his instep, suck each of his nipples. Holy shit.
“We are going start with these toys,” he breathes.
I keep my head down; staring at the handcuff and whip, and conscious that he’s staring at me while I am practically naked. I feel the flush as it slowly spreads over my face. He bends down and cups my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze.
“I hope you're not about to go soft on me,” he murmurs.
“I am going to cuff you to the bed and use my equipments on you.” He sounds commanding, his command is soft, full of sensual promise.
Shakily, I stare at him, ready to experience sex while cuffed “are you okay with this?” he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering gaze. It is his Capo gaze—cold, hard, and sexy as hell. My mouth dries, and I know I will do anything he asks, anything to feel pleasure from being dominated by him.
"Yes. I am." I say, an almost cruel smile plays across his lips.
"This is going to be the roughest sex we have ever had. We are going need safe words."
Holy fuck … what has he got planned that I need safewords?
“If it gets too rough for you, you say ...” he speaks authoritatively.
"Capo." I cut him off, "I will say Capo when I want you to stop."
I smile slightly after speaking, and his face loosens perceptibly.
“Lie down. I will cuff your hands and legs Lily” he says slowly and deliberately, "I need you spread out for me."
"Okay. ” I mumble and oblige. I lay down slowly, giving my hands to him without arguments and I spread my limbs to the corners of the bed.
“Spread.” he prompts, his mouth setting in a hard line.
"Capo.” I breathe.
"Already?" He smiles.
"I'm just kidding." I chortle as he cuffs my arm, all I can do is twirl on the bed. I can already feel helpless.
Leonardo takes my left arm, stretches it gently to the left-hand corner, and attaches the leather cuff around my wrist. His long fingers stroke the length of my arm once he’s finished. Oh! His touch elicits a delicious, tickly shiver. I see him move slowly around to the other side, where he takes my right arm and cuffs it. Again, his long fingers linger along my arm. Oh my … I am fit to burst already. Why is this so erotic?
"You are going to put on blindfolds too." He says, “Lift your head,” he commands, and I do so immediately.
Slowly, he slides the blindfold on, pulling the elastic over the back of my head, and I’m blind. The elastic on the mask slightly impairs my hearing. I can still hear him, though the sound is muffled as he rises from the bed. I’m deafened by my own breathing—it’s shallow and erratic, reflecting my excitement.
He moves to the bottom of the bed and grabs both of my ankles.
“Lift your head again,” he orders.
I comply, and he drags me down the bed so that my arms are stretched out and almost straining at the cuffs. Holy cow, I cannot move my arms. A frisson of trepidation mixed with tantalizing exhilaration sweeps through my body, making me wetter. I groan. Spreading my legs further, he cuffs first my right ankle and then my left so I am staked out, spread-eagled, and totally ready to receive him. It’s so frustrating that I can’t see him. I listen hard … what’s he doing? And I hear nothing, just my breathing and the pounding thud of my heart as blood pulses furiously against my eardrums.
Something almost unbearably ticklish brushes against my neck, running languidly down my throat, slowly across my chest, over my breasts, caressing me … pulling at my nipples, it’s so ticklish, skimming underneath. It’s the other equipment he brought.. It’s the whip. The not so long whip that had feathers in place of what would have been the fronds. I really hope it won't be as painful as it should be.
Leo trails the whip, unhurried and deliberate, down to my belly, circling my navel, then carefully from hip to hip, and I’m trying to anticipate where he’s going next; across the line of my pubic hair … between my legs, along my thighs, down one leg … up the other.
The feathers are moving down my arms and around my waist … back up across my breasts. My nipples harden beneath the soft touch … and I’m panting … wondering where his hand will go next. Suddenly, the tickling and trailing stops and my anticipation intensifies. What is coming next?
Then suddenly, sharply, it stings down on my breasts. The feathers are like a pouch for the actual whip which makes the pain reduced and addictive at just one whip
“Leo!” I cry out. It takes me by surprise, but it doesn’t exactly hurt and tingles all over, and he whips me again. Harder.
“Leo." I moan.
"Shh." He merely sushes me as he romances the rest of my body with his other hand.
I want to move, to writhe … to escape, or to welcome, each wipe … I don’t know—it’s so overwhelming … I can’t pull my arms … my legs are stuck … I am held very firmly in place … and again he whips across my breasts—I cry out. And it’s a sweet agony.
I am dragged into a dark, dark part of my psyche that surrenders to this most erotic sensation. Yes—I get this. He whips me across my hip, then dangles the whip over my pubic hair, on my thighs, and down my inner thighs … and back up my body … across my hips. He keeps going as I moan and twirl on the bed.
"You're amazing." He says as he stops.
"Whip me harder Leo. Make me cry." I have no idea why I just said that, I guess the real pleasure that I crave is on the other side of this ticklish pain. I want more of the whipping, especially on my wet slit which gets wetter with each whip.
I want him to whip me and spank me all at once. I want to be dominated.
He rains down whips on me, unpatterned and consistent, on different parts of my body that arouse me; my laps, my chest, above my groin, my stomach, my neck, my breasts, behind my legs, my armpit. I groan and writhe. Once again, he ceases and all is quiet except my wild breathing, wild yearning, and my soft moans.
"Why did you stop?" I ask him and I get no reply. "I was about to cry. I love it." I am practically begging for it but he does not respond.
What’s he going to do now? The excitement is almost unbearable. I’ve entered a very dark, carnal place; I beg to be flogged like a dirty slut.
The bed moves and shifts as I feel him clamber over me, this time it’s his nose and lips that take the place of the feather; running down my neck and throat, kissing, sucking, trailing down to my breasts … Ah! Taunting each of my nipples in turn, his tongue swirling around one while his fingers relentlessly tease the other. I groan, loudly I think, though I can’t really hear. I am lost. Lost in him, lost to all the sensations I cannot escape … I am completely at the mercy of his expert touch.
He moves down to my belly—his tongue circling my navel—following the path of the feather whip. I moan. He is kissing and sucking and nibbling … moving south … and then his tongue is there. At the junction of my thighs. I throw my head back and cry out as I almost detonate into orgasm. I’m on the brink, and he stops.
No!
"Keep going."
He does not reply.
"Leo please, fuck me!"
He does not still reply.
The bed shifts, and he kneels between my legs. He leans toward the bedpost, and the cuff on my ankle is suddenly gone. I pull my leg to the middle of the bed, resting it against him. He leans over to the opposite post and frees my other leg. His hands travel quickly down both my legs, squeezing and kneading, bringing life back into them. Then, grasping my hips, he lifts me so that my back is no longer on the bed. I am arched, resting on my shoulders.
What? He’s kneeling up between my legs … and in one swift, slamming move he’s inside me.
"Fuck!" I cry out again.
The fact that I didn't expect it so soon makes it more arousing
The quiver of my impending orgasm begins, and he pauses again. The quiver dies … oh no … he’s going to torture me again. He was right, this is the roughest sex we have ever had, what manner of sexual torture?
“Please! Leo” I cry, I feel tears flow from my eyes, soaking the blindfold.
He grips me harder … in warning? I don’t know, his fingers digging into the flesh of my behind as I lay panting … so I purposefully still. Very slowly, he starts to move again … out and then in … agonizingly slowly. Holy fuck— please! I’m screaming inside.
His pace increases gradually.
I can no longer bear it, “You said this was going to be rough.” I plead, and in one swift move, he lowers me back onto the bed, and he’s lying on top of me, his hands on the bed beside my breasts as he supports his weight, and he thrusts into me. As his plummets increases, I fall, freefall, into the most intense, agonizing orgasm I have ever had, and Leo follows me, thrusting hard into me three more times.
He finally stills then collapses on top of me. As my consciousness returns from wherever it’s been, Leo pulls out of me. I can feel him stretch across my body as he undoes the cuff on my right wrist. I groan as my hand is freed. He quickly frees my other hand, gently pulls the blindfold from my eyes. I blink in the dim soft red light as my vision adjusts and stare up into his intense gray gaze.
"We are just getting started." He grins.
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