I Know What You Need

DISCLAIMER: Characters and their naughty actions are my creations, and not based on any real persons, living or dead.

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“You get a reward for having done such a good job.”

“Oh really?” She sat back propped on her hands. She spread her legs a bit so she was exposed to his gaze. She knew he couldn’t resist her when she let loose and behaved in such a wanton manner.

“Yes, you do.” He shrugged out of his shirt and stood, holding out his hand. “Come on.”

She looked up at him suspiciously. “Where are we going?”

His answer was to raise an eyebrow and smile wickedly. Laughing she took his hand and he pulled her to her feet and against his hard body. He slid his fingers into her hair and held her head as he kissed her deeply, their tongues wrapping and sliding around one another. His hands moved down to her shoulders and back before gently kneading her firm buttocks. She sighed at the feel of his strong fingers digging into her soft flesh oh-so-lightly. He should have been a neurosurgeon, with those hands.

When he broke their kiss, he took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Slapping her lightly on her bottom, he ordered her to lie down on the bed.

“Oh, I love it when you get all masterful,” she said with a laugh.

“I know,” he answered before straddling her stomach. He held one of the old thick braided cords from a set of window treatments she’d had in the dining room a few years ago.

“What are you doing?” She was not alarmed, just curious. Usually he preferred handcuffs.

“Shhh. Just relax.” He took her arms and pulled them back over her head and secured them to the iron headboard. The bed had been her great-great-grandparents’ and was as solid as a rock. It was impossible to bend or break, regardless of how … vigorous they got---they’d tried.

She was propped against the pillows comfortably and he grabbed a couple more from the chaise near the window, putting one of them beneath her lower back so her cheeks were elevated. He then took her legs and spread them wide, bending them at the knee and, using more magically produced braided cords, tied them at the ankle and knee so they were secured to the bedframe, effectively holding her completely open and unable to move.

“Are you going to document this on camera?” she asked somewhat sarcastically. He’d do it if she dared him.

He smiled and shook his head. “Only if you want a souvenir.”

Lastly, he took one of her silk scarves, black with red piping around the edges, and folded it carefully.

“Hold your head up.” She did as he said and he secured the blindfold, not too tight, but effectively insulating her. He leaned down and kissed her softly, his tongue caressing her lips before slipping into her mouth to tease hers. He stood and she gave a small moan of frustration. She loved his kisses.

She relaxed, knowing she was, physically safe; but there was definitely danger in the places he took her when he was in control. As a cardiologist, she was accustomed to being in charge and found it strangely exhilarating when someone else was in the driver’s seat. Craig was actually the only lover she’d ever had whom she trusted enough to indulge her submissive desires. He always challenged her.

He left the room and then returned shortly. Since she couldn’t see, she had no idea where he went or what he did. She heard something like a tray with some glass items being set on the bedside table, then felt the bed shift as Craig knelt between her legs.

He began stroking her legs and thighs, his expert fingers teasing and tickling her. She relaxed under his touch and felt arousal begin to stir. When he began licking her legs from toes to where they joined her hips, her breathing became faster and she gave tiny cries, especially as his tongue slid down her open thighs to her buttocks, licking around the firm curves, almost to her rosebud. She tried to move so he would hit it, but was firmly secured. She heard him laugh softly.

“You are too impatient, Jennifer. Just relax and enjoy.”

She lost track of time as his warm tongue bathed her body everywhere except her slit and ass. He licked up to her breasts and teased her nipples as his cock brushed teasingly against her dripping, open snatch. She came as he suckled at her breasts, alternating between them, using his fingertips, nails and palms to stimulate them. He slid his tongue along the side of her tit and flicked it rapidly over her underarm, then repeated the action on the other side. She giggled and tried to squirm, and he silenced her with another deep kiss.

She heard something on the bedside table rattle, then felt searing cold on her left nipple. She inhaled sharply and tried to pull away.

“Shhh, don’t move,” Craig ordered. He rubbed the ice cube over the nipple and aureole until she thought she might suffer frostbite, it was so cold. Then something not quite as cold replaced it. It felt odd, thick and soft, then tightening as if covering the tip of her breast in plaster. He repeated the same thing on her right breast. She found the tightness pleasantly uncomfortable.

When he had finished doing whatever it was he did to her tits, she felt him move back down between her legs. His tongue flicked lightly over her moist, smooth lips, moving around her opening, and over the hood hiding her pleasure nub. He teased her without mercy for what had to be hours; bringing her almost to climax, then stopping, never quite touching her clit. He thrust his tongue inside of her and swirled it as she groaned.

“Please, let me come, Craig!” she begged. He laughed and she knew he wouldn’t just because she had asked for it.

He dropped his mouth down to tease her rear opening. He nibbled the skin around the little puckered hole and pushed his pointed tongue into the opening while simultaneously thrusting 2 fingers into her very wet pussy. He added a third finger as he set up a rhythm, fingers in one hole, tongue in the other, and soon she felt another orgasm building. She cried out as he brought her almost to the edge, then pulled her back.

He moved and she almost cried; she was so close. Her entire body was tingling and she knew it would only take his tongue in the right place for just a second and she would reach her peak.

She shrieked as icy cold covered her aching clit. She came hard and painfully, but it was so magnificent she couldn’t catch her breath. He kept the ice on her, essentially freezing her clit as she came. When she finally calmed, he moved the ice cube, causing delightfully painful stimulation of her super-sensitive nub. Then, she felt the same thick, soft, sensation that quickly tightened as on her nipples. As the substance hardened, it squeezed her clit just enough to drive her into another bout of over stimulation. She felt tears dampen her blindflold; it felt so good she could almost die.

She felt Craig stretch out beside her and he grasped her jaw and turned her face so he could kiss her. She could taste her body on his mouth and sucked his tongue eagerly. When he broke the kiss he laughed softly.

“Wow, you went almost 3 hours on the edge of an orgasm. That’s a record for you. Usually you come if I just blow on your nipples right.”

“Bastard,” she said with a chuckle. “You know you drive me crazy.”

“That’s why you love me,” he said, kissing her again.

“What’s on my nipples and clit?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing that will hurt you.”

”I know that,” she replied. “Just … tell me what it is.”

“I’ll show you,” he replied and grasped her right breast pulling it up. Guiding her head, he said, “Stick out your tongue and lick.” She did as he said and tasted something hard and sweet and … chocolate. Her nipple was covered in chocolate candy coating. The ice had lowered the temperature to where the chocolate solidified once it came in contact with her icy skin. The feel of the hard shell pressing against her nipple as her tongue moved over it was terribly exciting. She licked frantically to bring herself to another orgasm, but he let go of her tit and pushed her head back, licking over her tongue, sucking the chocolate from it.

“You know I can’t resist chocolate,” he replied.

He moved back between her legs and she felt him again start to lick around her sensitive holes. Then, without warning, he touched his tongue to her clit, pressing the hardened chocolate onto her sensitive pleasure spot and making her cry out. Instead of nibbling the chocolate away, he licked it slowly, letting it dissolve from the clit and catching it in his mouth. It took him at least half an hour to get it all, possibly longer, she couldn’t tell anymore. Time became meaningless when she was under his thrall.

She came at least twice more as he licked and sucked her clit free of the high-quality dark chocolate. When he slid up to lie between her spread thighs, he opened her jaws with his thumb and covered her mouth with his and she felt the warm, liquid chocolate trickle onto her tongue. She swallowed it eagerly and used her own tongue to lick and suck his mouth and tongue clean. She loved chocolate.

She felt him raise up and then his cock pressed against her extremely wet pussy, sliding into her slow and deep until his pelvis pressed her clit between them. He ground his hips and she groaned with the delicious jolts each thrust gave her over-taxed clit. She knew now what he meant when he told her he was going to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. She had come so much and so hard already she doubted she would be able to walk now, much less after a full weekend of his ministrations.

His strokes alternated between slow and easy, hard and fast, slow and hard---and always he would pause at the most unexpected times to give little grinding, rotating motions while deep within her, rubbing her clit with his pelvic bone. Then, he began to suck and lick the chocolate from her nipples as he fucked her.

Every time he would get a mouthful of chocolate melted he would pause and open her mouth, letting it flow from his mouth to hers. She would suck his tongue clean before he would go back to cleaning her breasts as he rode her to even more orgasms.

Finally, he thrust hard and deep into her several times in a row and bit the nipple that was in his mouth lightly, sending her over the edge one last time as he shot his hot spray deep inside of her, flooding her womb. He laid atop her for a moment kissing her lazily, their tongues swirling slowly around each other. As their mouths continued to dance, he reached up and untied her hands. She brought her arms down and wrapped them around him stroking his face and running her fingers through her hair.

She did not remove the blindfold. He did that once he had untied her legs, and she waited for him to do it.

She was surprised to see late morning sun slanting through the window of her bedroom. He had drawn out her “reward” all night. She looked into his sparkling blue eyes.

“That was good,” she said. And it’s only Saturday.” He laughed softly, rolling onto his back, pulling her with him. She snuggled against him and soon fell into an exhausted and satisfied sleep.