Part 10 (2/2)

When he pinched her nipple and plucked it she gasped again as the arousal spiked and pushed her nearly to the brink, but still not over.

”Harder. Please, sir,” she begged. She needed more, and she needed it now.

Brent's chuckle traveled along her swollen p.u.s.s.y lips and up into the deep knot inside her pelvis that waited for release. She had wondered how it would feel for the deep vibrations from his speech or laughter to travel through her, and now she knew, and couldn't wait to feel it all over again.

”Good girl. I love it when you ask for what you need.”

He dipped his tongue deep, swirling it along her oversensitive folds before he sucked her c.l.i.t into his mouth, alternately nipping and sucking until she wanted to cry from the frustration of not being able to fall over the cliff of release.

Then he pinched her nipple hard, plucking it firmly, and she skyrocketed as the explosions thundered through her.

Brent sucked her c.l.i.t through it all, pus.h.i.+ng her until she thought she wouldn't be able to handle one more second. Impossibly, another o.r.g.a.s.m hit her like a fist, stealing her breath.

He gentled his attentions but didn't stop them, slowly guiding her down to a more comfortable level.

He traced her slit lazily, lightly licking her c.l.i.t on each upstroke until her muscles relaxed and her thighs fell open once again. After she'd gotten used to that, his finger replaced his mouth, which slowly renewed the climb toward o.r.g.a.s.m once again, even though he was taking her up slowly. Torturously slowly.

Then he slid his finger down even farther, pulling moisture down to her a.s.s.

She gasped at the intense sensation as a bolt of warmth radiated from deep inside her pelvis again.

”You like that.” It wasn't a question, but his tone told her an answer was necessary anyway.

”Yes, sir. I do.”

She was surprised that she really did like it. a.n.a.l play had never been one of her favorites, although she'd never had very much of it. It never did much for her so Master Scott hadn't pursued it, and Diego had spent his time tormenting her with too many other things to get to that.

As Master Brent rubbed his finger over her again she moaned and bucked against his hand, surprised to find herself wanting more.

Apparently when she was turned on to this point and had survived two of the most amazing o.r.g.a.s.ms she'd ever had, a.s.s play was something that she not only liked, but craved.

Although she didn't want to get ahead of herself. This was only a tease, and she knew it could get much more intense. But for now she was going to stay in the moment and enjoy everything Master Brent gave her.

”Are you still with me, Sandra?” The wonderful deep vibrations from his voice mesmerized her.

”Yes, sir. Still floating a bit.”

”And craving more?” he asked like a man who already knew the answer.

”Yes...sir,” she added as her endorphin-soaked brain reminded her to use the honorific. ”I'm ready for everything.”

She thought she heard a small intake of breath from Brent, but she couldn't be sure over the loud pounding of her heart.

”I believe I promised you a night of intense pleasure, Sandra. And I try never to break my promises.”

When she said, ”Yes, sir,” as more of a habit than an actual answer, she was rewarded by a rumble of laughter from Master Brent.

He reached for something next to the bed, then settled back between her thighs, his hot breath tickling her p.u.s.s.y. She squirmed, cursing the wrist restraints that kept her from touching him. However, she had to admit, the intensity of not having her sight to help her process all of the new sensations breaking over her made this even more erotic than she'd ever thought possible.

She heard him open some type of bottle, and then something cool settled against the sensitive pucker of her a.s.s.

Lube.

He rubbed, teasing her and letting her explore the new and intense sensations while he continued to torment her c.l.i.t with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

Almost distantly she was aware that arousal had started to tighten inside her gut again, but she was too lost in the sensations Master Brent was creating inside her to focus on that for long.

When one thick finger dipped inside her a.n.u.s it startled a moan out of her, and she couldn't help but arch into the slight invasion. He gently wiggled the tip of his finger as if letting her explore the feeling longer, and she bucked against his hand, wanting more of him inside her.

She hadn't been kidding when she'd said she wanted him inside her in every way imaginable; she just hadn't thought she would be having thoughts of him burying his thick c.o.c.k inside her a.s.s after only this cursory introduction to how erotic a.n.a.l play could be.

He nipped the inside of her thigh and then slowly slid more of his thick finger inside her.

Her body started to tighten around him, to push him out, and he stopped.

”Relax, Sandra. For any type of a.n.a.l play you have to be totally relaxed. I won't hurt you and I won't ever push you past what feels good for you, or past what you can handle. Relax into it and let the sensations take over.”

She took a deep breath and forced her muscles to unknot along with her exhale. She trusted Master Brent to take care of her.

As soon as her muscles loosened, the finger slid in farther, spearing her with new waves of pleasure. She fought against the instinctive reaction and instead slid into a deep pool of bliss, arching into his ministrations.

Her breathing became choppy and hard, her heart pounding inside her ears like it had become a runaway freight train. She found herself bucking her hips, demanding more, faster and harder.

When Master Brent suddenly sucked hard on her c.l.i.t, nipping the end firmly between his teeth and sliding his finger fully inside her a.s.s, she exploded again. This time, after the main explosion of her o.r.g.a.s.m, the incredible waves of pleasure kept going on and on until they swamped her system under a wave of sensory overload.

Chapter 12.

What felt like twenty minutes of o.r.g.a.s.m later, Sandra found herself being picked up off the bed and cradled against a warm, hard chest. She frowned as she realized she didn't remember the scene winding down or Master Brent releasing her from her wrist restraints. She blinked in the darkness, realizing the blindfold was still wrapped around her head, covering her eyes.

She curled into Master Brent's arms, still flying high, her mind and her body still in some strange ethereal plane, breathing in the warm, spicy, unique scent of Master Brent.

So this was subs.p.a.ce.

She'd heard it talked about, but like so many other things, she had nearly been convinced it was exaggerated and something that didn't really happen. Sort of the kink version of the Easter Bunny.

How wrong she had been.

Master Brent settled them onto what felt like a large, overstuffed chair or sofa of some type in what she was sure was the aftercare room.

She curled around him more comfortably, thankful for the warmth of the blanket that she hadn't realized until just this moment had been tucked around her.

”Still flying?”

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