Snap pt2

Alex comes to stand in front of me and holds out his hand. I take it and let him guide me to the platform in the middle, where he motions me to sit. He sinks down next to me on the comfortable throw and I notice that he has removed his socks and shoes and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt. The silver tie he was wearing earlier in a loose knot is now unravelled, hanging across the back of his neck and over his chest.

"Olivia, what is your safeword?" Domly Alex is back.

"Daisy," I answer immediately.

"Good. Now I don't care how much you want to please me in here. If you ever feel like you felt the other night, you have to use your safeword. Understand?" I look up into his eyes and see how serious he is. That night definitely broke something in him.

"Yes, sir. I promise."

"And I promise you now that it is my responsibility in here to make sure you never feel like that ever again. I will test your limits, try out new things that maybe aren’t in your comfort zone, but I promise never to give you pain again."

"But, sir…” I say, and I can see his eyes narrow at the interruption. "A little pain is fine. I liked the flogger and the crop. The cane not so much."

"Okay, then we can use a traffic light system. Green if things are good, yellow if we need to slow down and back off, and red or daisy if you want to stop. You okay with that?" I nod. "I need to hear you say it, Olivia."

"Yes, sir, I am happy with that."

"Good girl. Now stand up and let me get a proper look at you," Alex says, lying on his back, his hands tucked behind his head and a wolfish smile on his face. I wait in silence as I watch him surveying my body. My skin prickles in anticipation as I hear his breath growing ragged. "Olivia, please go stand in front of the cross," Alex commands, the 'please' a mere formality.

I make my way across to the X-shape that dominates one corner of the room, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke the smooth wood. Instead, I wait as Alex lazily rises and then stalks across to me. Coming to a standstill in front of me, he pauses for a moment as if gathering his thoughts and then brings his lips down on mine with a growl. I expect the kiss to be fierce and intense, yet it is soft and sensual. Without thinking, I find myself winding my arms around Alex's neck, my fingers threading through his hair and tugging the ends as I lose myself. I am only vaguely aware of being backed up until I feel the cool, silky wood behind my back. Reaching behind his head, Alex takes hold of my wrists and gently removes them. Taking each wrist in turn, he kisses the soft skin on the inside before securing it in a wide leather cuff. Once he is satisfied that my arms are comfortable and the cuffs secure, Alex kneels and turns his attention to securing my ankles.

I am completely open, spread out across the cross, and while I feel completely vulnerable, I also feel aroused to the point of pain. I desperately want to rub my thighs together to alleviate the ache that is building in my pussy, but I am denied the friction in this position. A moan erupts out of my mouth as Alex begins to trail kisses across the bare skin above the tops of my stockings. His tongue traces a path over my sensitive skin, punctuated with the odd nip with his teeth at random intervals. I am lost in the sensation when I suddenly feel a stinging sensation across my arse. I yelp and look down at Alex, who is staring at me with hooded eyes and a wicked grin. I can't see a crop or flogger and then I realise he doesn't need one; he simply pulled back the elastic and let it flick backwards onto my skin with a sharp smack. I can feel Alex's cool fingers soothing the sting, and the heat starts to radiate through me.

Slowly Alex stands and takes a moment to look at me. I can see his arousal in his eyes and the large bulge in his trousers, and I find myself grinning, glad that I am having as much of an effect on him as he is on me. "Please, sir," I say softly, "I'd like to see you, please."

"How can I deny such a sweet request?" Alex responds before quickly stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. Standing proudly erect in front of me Alex murmurs, "Do you like what you see, Olivia?" I nod my head, words failing me as I lick my lips. "Well, that's enough seeing for a moment," Alex says, and I notice the grey tie from earlier in his hands. Gently, Alex binds my eyes and I am plunged into darkness. "I'll be back in a second," Alex lets me know.

"Okay," I say, my voice hoarse. I hear Alex moving about, a cupboard door being opened and closed, a clinking noise and then suddenly the room is flooded with music. There is a techno beat that seems to bounce off the walls and that seems at odds with the deep voice of the singer. It takes me only a moment to realise that I am listening to German and I quickly recognise that I am listening to Rammstein's 'Du Riechst So Gut'. The music seems to pulse through me and I desperately want to feel Alex's hands on me. I hear him return and sense Alex kneeling between my legs.

"Okay, Olivia, time to play, baby. I need you to take a deep breath and trust me, okay?"

Oh fuck, what the hell is Alex going to do to me? "I trust you, Alex," I answer before I feel something cold slip between my wet folds. I squirm as he runs it over my clit. "Oh, you are so juicy, baby," I hear him murmur as he swirls the object around my slick entrance. I am becoming needy and my body has started moving of its own accord. "Not here, Olivia," Alex says as I try to push myself down onto the object in Alex's hand. Suddenly the object is gradually pushed into the delicate rosette of my bum and I cry out at the fullness I feel. A moment later a gentle vibration starts up and slowly the pulsing sensation threatens to overwhelm me.

Suddenly Alex is standing in front of me, his hands running across my pliant body. His lips find mine in a fierce kiss that leaves me breathless. I am blind, but it feels like every other sense is on red alert. The buzz in my backside is relentless, distracting me as every now and again Alex snaps one of the elastics on my skin. The underside of my breast…snap. Stomach…snap. Nipple…snap. Each time, the stinging sensation is soothed by Alex's mouth or cool fingers, causing the heat to radiate through my core. Without warning, I hear a snipping sound followed by a sting against my pussy lips as the elastic on my thong is cut. And then Alex's mouth is on me, his tongue teasing my clit as he swirls it around and around.

My need is at a tipping point, and as if sensing this, Alex stands and brings his cock to my entrance. "You ready for me, Olivia? This is going to be hard and fast, baby." I hear the feral tone in Alex's voice and all at once, I am desperate to look into his eyes.

"Please, Alex," I plead, "Sir, please, I need to see you."