Part 10 (1/2)
”If you're mine, then share with me how this corset makes you feel.”
”I-I feel sensual when I'm wearing one.” Lach never ceased touching her in some manner. He was using both hands now, lightly caressing her sensitive flesh. ”I feel aroused.”
”Go on.”
”I-” Phoebe broke off as he trailed a finger down the middle of her cleavage only to bring it back up over her other breast. She inhaled and watched her chest rise, as if wanting to catch his intimate stroke once more. He'd already moved onto her shoulders and back. ”I like the soft feel of the leather.”
”How does it make you feel, Phoebe?”
”Secure, Sir.” The two words she spoke surprised her, but finally gave her an insight to the truth. ”Bound. Safe...as if arms are holding me tight and they won't let me fall.”
”Very good, Phoebe,” Lach said softly as he started to untie the laces on the back of her corset. One by one, she felt the strands loosen, raising her vulnerability. Why was he doing that? ”I want to see all of you though, and afterward I promise that you will feel that way again.”
Phoebe wasn't sure she breathed as his calloused fingers worked on releasing her body from its constraints. As Lach got down to where her fingers were clenching her wrist, she reluctantly opened her hand and let her arms rest alongside of her body. Her chest felt tight while desire riddled her insides. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, particularly when her corset was slid down her hips and resting at her ankles.
”Step out.”
Phoebe moved her leaden feet, replacing them shoulder width apart the moment she could, hoping he would leave her panties on and give her some sense of security. She wasn't ashamed of her body per se, but when she looked at her frame, she saw the imperfections. Her left breast was slightly larger than her right. Her stomach didn't lie as flat as she would have liked, and her thighs always looked better covered than they did in the flesh. Her hopes were dashed when his large fingers slipped inside the lace of her panties and pulled them down, antic.i.p.ating that she would inch her ankles closer together. She did so, although silently moaned in protest.
”You are a vision.” Lach reached around and placed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in the palm of his hands. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, although it was impossible for them to harden any more than they were. ”The deep rose of your nipples makes my mouth water.”
Phoebe was tortured at the thought that Lach would stand behind her and describe every body part he touched, but was taken aback when he slid his hands off of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He leaned down, pulling her securely against his chest while pressing his lips to her neck, gently kissing her on the most sensitive part. As if he'd created an illusion, she felt as if she were back in her corset.
”My arms will always be around you and you must trust me to never let you fall.”
Phoebe lost track of how long Lach held her against his body. She didn't want to lose this seclusion he'd wrapped them in. She relaxed into him and savored this moment of intimacy that had taken them to a different plane. He'd placed her soul within his embrace and something s.h.i.+fted inside of her, signaling an evolution of her former self.
Lach pulled away and although his arms slid free from her waist, she didn't feel as if she were alone. He stepped into her closet and she heard him rummaging through the chest where her other corsets were kept, wondering why she couldn't put the one she'd chosen back on. She didn't want to be the one to break this comforting silence, so she waited peacefully for him to return. And there was the recognition. The submissive in the picture had felt this, and all the while Phoebe had thought it had been physical.
”I'm choosing this corset to encircle your waist while we continue our scene.” Phoebe looked down at the item in Lach's hand, seeing one of the few corsets she had in which her b.r.e.a.s.t.s weren't covered. It wasn't one she normally would have selected, but she trusted him with more than just her body. ”I want to be the one to lace your bindings.”
With each strand he tightened, Phoebe felt the electricity in the air return with a force of an explosion. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were raised by the material, causing them to appear fuller. Her c.l.i.t felt engorged and she was glad her legs were separated. Was it possible to o.r.g.a.s.m from just pressing her legs together? It felt that way but she remembered what he'd said this afternoon and there was no way that she would chance coming without his permission. There was something very erotic about that stipulation.
”Go and lay yourself in the middle of the bed. Eyes closed.”
”Yes, Sir.”
Phoebe closed the distance to her four-poster bed, naughty visions of what Lach had planned floating through her mind. She felt her knees tremble as she crawled into place, finally turning over to see him walking to where he'd placed his black bag. When she caught him looking over at her, she realized that she hadn't closed her eyes. Quickly lying back, she let her lashes drift shut.
”You said the other night that you only enjoy pleasure, not pain.” Phoebe strained to hear what Lach might be getting out of his bag of toys. ”Is that still true, even after the research you seem to have done?”
”Yes, Sir.” Phoebe loved pleasure. She'd witnessed almost every scene imaginable, at least she thought so, and she'd come to the understanding that she wouldn't like pain. She could probably withstand a flogger, as long as it was used to tickle her skin, but not the stings from a flip of the wrist. She absolutely hated the sound of a whip. ”I enjoy pleasure very much, Sir.”
”I'd like to see how much, Phoebe.” Lach had somehow materialized by the side of the bed without her hearing him move. She turned her head to the side but before she could open her eyes and look at him, he was placing a blindfold over her head. ”This will keep you focused on the pleasure you're about to receive.”
Phoebe could barely contain her antic.i.p.ation at what was about to occur. She'd only ever witnessed a scene, never partic.i.p.ated in one. It was hard for her to call it a scene when it was so much more than that. She listened intently as he went about doing something to her mattress and for a second, she thought she heard the rattling of chains, but instead felt her wrist being encircled by something soft. The binds felt as soothing as the corset around her waist. It didn't take him long and when he'd completed fitting her wrists and ankles, he somehow attached them to the posters of her bed. She was now spread eagle and completely open to whatever pleasure he deemed to give her. It dawned on her that she was still without her panties and he could see just how much this bondage aroused her.
”Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s won't be ignored tonight,” Lach said at the exact moment she felt his breath on one of her sensitive nipples. When his lips sealed around the erect tissue, Phoebe arched her back as much as the restraints would allow. The heat and suction felt exquisite and she cried out when he pulled away. ”This cream will keep them stimulated while I concentrate on other sensitive parts of your body.”
Phoebe felt his finger smear something across one nipple and then the other, but didn't comprehend what he meant by stimulated. All she felt on her skin was a wetness, as if it were a cream or gel. She'd heard of products like the one he described, but maybe his merchandise had expired.
When Lach went about adding what she a.s.sumed was the same cream to her c.l.i.t, Phoebe's moans were due to the pressure of the responsive tissue. It felt so good to have him rub her there that she completely forgot about the cream. When Lach finally stepped away, she heard the swish of his denim fade, as he must have walked away. She strained once again to hear where he'd gone and what he was doing.
”Sir?” Phoebe didn't know why she'd said his t.i.tle, except that she started to feel a tingling sensation on her left breast. It wasn't long after that she felt the same response in her right. It felt absolutely wonderful, as if little tiny electrodes were sending signals into what was surely now pink and swelling tissue. ”That feels good, Sir.”
”Umm-hmm,” Lach hummed over what sounded like a cord being unraveled. ”Tell me, Phoebe, where do you keep your vibrators? I can't imagine a sensual woman like yourself wouldn't have one or two on hand.”
Phoebe tried reaching for her breast when the tingling started to overwhelm her nipples. They needed to be touched and it was only when her wrists pulled against the restraints that she understood she was at his mercy. Surely he wouldn't leave her like this for long. She inhaled deeply, hoping that would help ease the intensity of what she was feeling, but it only seemed to exaggerate the now fiery sensation.
”Sir, I-” Phoebe broke off when her c.l.i.t began to amplify what her nipples were feeling. She went to close her legs to obtain relief, but her ankles immediately stopped against the cuffs and elicited a deep-seated groan. ”You need to touch me, Sir.”
”You said you wanted pleasure. That's what I'm giving you.” Phoebe heard him plug something into the electrical socket over the blood rus.h.i.+ng through her ears. Having her sight taken away only amplified her senses and she was starting to understand the difference between pleasure and all-consuming decadence. ”I'll ask again, where are your vibrators?”
”Top drawer on my left nightstand.” Phoebe exhaled the words, now in complete need to have him touch anything on her body. ”Sir, please touch me.”
”Ah, a somewhat small sized vibrator with a c.l.i.toral stimulator attached,” Lach stated, after he'd apparently opened her bedside drawer. She whimpered at the thought of him looking at her vibrator. What she'd give to have it inside of her right now. ”Have you ever experienced a Hitachi magic wand?”
”No, but Sir, please touch me. I can't stand this anymore.”
”Pleasure is what you asked for.” Lach must have moved from her side, because his voice came from the end of the bed. She forced herself to concentrate over the unbearable need she was experiencing. He was taking off his clothes and she couldn't have been more pleased to hear them hitting the floor. ”I'm going to pleasure you, Phoebe, until you beg me to finally take control of this situation and give you what you really need.”
All Phoebe needed was for him to touch her and finally give her the o.r.g.a.s.m she's waited on all year. While they had an interlude in Iraq, it wasn't nearly enough. That's why this cream was affecting her this way. Had Lach allowed her to have relief earlier today, she wouldn't be this tangled mess of need now. Finally, finally, she felt the mattress weigh down under his large frame and felt him position himself between her legs. This was it. He was finally going to give her the release she needed.
”You may come as many times as you like, although I have a feeling you'll find that harder to manage than you think.” Lach turned on the Hitachi and she mentally called up the image of the device with a large ball on the end. She could have wept with relief that he was going to place it on her p.u.s.s.y. ”Feel, Phoebe.”
Phoebe screamed aloud when Lach placed the powerful vibrator on her c.l.i.t, but it wasn't long enough as he dragged it down to her opening and then back up again. She struggled against her binding, needing him to keep the apparatus directly on her c.l.i.toris. The pleasure rolled over her in waves as she struggled to form words.
”S-sir, m-more please.”
Phoebe tried her best to move her hips as Lach refocused what she was coming to think of as a torture device once more. Her entire lower half felt as if it were about to explode, yet she knew that she couldn't come without harder contact. He was barely brus.h.i.+ng over her c.l.i.t and she could now feel his fingers grazing her nipple. It seemed to create a current and she felt like she was suffocating.
”Sir, please.”
”I'm giving you pleasure.”
”Not enough,” Phoebe screamed, pulling on restraints. ”Sir, I need more.”
”Then I will give you more.” Lach s.h.i.+fted and when Phoebe felt his finger enter her p.u.s.s.y, she would have sworn her eyes rolled toward the back of her head. Her sheath contracted, yet she was so wet that his finger easily slid back out. ”Did that help?”
”No, Sir,” Phoebe said, whimpering and not in the least bit embarra.s.sed by it. She was beyond that point and if he didn't do something soon, she wasn't so sure she wouldn't die from being denied more. ”More, more, more.”
The Hitachi rose higher and Phoebe held her breath as it descended over her c.l.i.t. The strong vibrations finally settled onto her engorged flesh but it wasn't enough and she felt a sob rise in her chest. She tried to breathe but couldn't get enough oxygen. When his thumb stroked one of her nipples, she broke.
”Lach, do something!”
Everything stopped, yet nothing was motionless-not the air around her, not the blood streaming through her body, not the electricity in the air, and certainly not the throbbing that steadily pulsed within her c.l.i.t and nipples. Shock seemed to have invaded every pore and her brain struggled to dissect what had happened.