He began to draw his manhood in and out of her mouth, his hands holding her head firmly in place. He began slowly, and then began to thrust more rapidly, deeper, smashing against the back of her throat, as she obediently held her ankles and strained to accommodate him with her mouth.
He groaned, and held her by the hair, pulling his member out of her mouth. She heard a sticky, quick, slapping sound, and her sore jaw slowly closed.
“Open your mouth, Miss Blanchet,” he growled, and gave her hair a sharp pull to tilt her head back.
A hot, sticky liquid shot into her throat, then over her tongue. Some of it fell across her face, onto her throat, and then his member was at her lips, the liquid shooting to the roof of her mouth. It was hot, and its bitter taste made her long to swallow it, but Blackstone groaned and reminded her to leave her mouth open.
She obeyed, and at last he released his grip on her hair, instead drawing a finger to her lip and pulling gently on her jaw to open her mouth. He swiped up the liquid that had fallen on her face and throat, and slipped it between her lips. “Suck my essence from my fingers, and swallow it,” he said.
She obeyed, and then he pulled her jaw open gently again.
He moved on the bed, and pushed her head down, until she was forced into his lap, where his fist gripped the now semi-flaccid manhood that he had placed in her mouth. “Now you will lick it clean, Miss Blanchet. Clean it with your tongue, every side of it.”
She let go of her ankle, for the position she was in was difficult to maintain, and Mr. Blackstone swatted her gently on the hand. She strained to pull on her ankles as she licked his member, hoping that she was doing as he wished.
At last, he pulled on her hair and placed her back in a seated position.
Her heart beat wildly, and the ache between her legs had returned. More than the relief he had given her earlier, she craved hearing his approval, for she had tried very hard to please him, though she did not fully understand how to do so.
“That was very good, Miss Blanchet. Very obedient.”
Though she could never have imagined such a scenario before being brought to this room, she was surprised to find that she felt, more than anything, a sense of contentment for having pleased her awful master. Even if she knew that he was strict and sometimes cruel, and not to be her master forever, she could not diminish the flame of pleasure in her chest for having met his expectations.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice shaking.
He had moved again to stand behind her, and with a tug of the fabric, he loosened the knot of silk and the soft fabric fell from her face, caressing her shoulders and breasts as it fell to her lap. Her arms tingled when he passed his fingers over them, from her shoulders to her wrists.
“Very good,” he breathed against the back of her neck, and her heart swelled. He peeled her fingers from her ankles and brought her wrists together in front of her. His body touched her back and sent gooseflesh running in waves over her arms and shoulders.
“Now,” he whispered, “I said that I would reward you, and I shall, but your reward shall also be discipline, for that is what you must have at all times, Miss Blanchet.”
He lifted her arms above her, and wound a strap around them, which he somehow fastened to suspend them above her head.
His body was against her back within moments, his warm breath against her neck. He stroked her from top to bottom, stopping at her aching nipples to squeeze them until she gasped. When he did, it felt as though a cord existed between her breasts and the nub that ached so divinely, and once plucked on either end, the other seemed to ignite with the same pleasure and pain.
He finally turned his attention to the place between her legs where her body ached to be touched, for now that she knew that there was an excruciating, exhilarating end to the building pleasure-pain, she desired to go there again, for him to touch her, and make her spend.
His fingers slipped into the folds of her womanhood, at the same time that he worked a knee beneath her bottom, and pushed her down onto it so that the projection from the object in her bottom moved with his thigh, as he made it go round in slow circles that pressed the ache everywhere inside of her again.
His fingers worked slowly on her nub, rubbing at an infuriatingly slow pace, so that the fire within her only raged, until her head fell back and she was sobbing. It seemed to go on forever, and when she came close to that glorious moment of release, he stopped, making her whimper.
“Please,” she whispered, and when she did, she knew that she had disobeyed him.
His fingers withdrew, snaking along her navel, between her breasts, and to her lips, where he brushed her juices over them, and tapped her lightly on the mouth.
His breath was hot on her ear, and it almost made her cry with desire. “Do you remember what I told you, Miss Blanchet? You shall not make yourself spend, or you will be severely disciplined.”
Lina was consumed by the fire that burned inside of her, and the thought of the time that stretched before her, unknown in its duration, during which she would be required to overcome it without quenching it, so she said nothing.
Mr. Blackstone’s hand swatted her bottom, delivering a burning wave that only made her wetter, her nipples more erect, and the fire within her more ferocious. She knew in that moment that she would be disobedient, that she would be unable to withstand the temptation to relieve herself of her craving. She also knew that, somehow, Mr. Blackstone would discover that truth.
“I must insist that you respond to me, Miss Blanchet, so that I may know you have understood.”
Lina breathed her answer, and it caressed her from the inside out as she said it:
“Yes...s...sir...”
“Yes, sir, what?”
