Fear: The Aphrodisiac

We walked into Col’s bedroom. I sat down on the edge of his huge wrought iron bed as he walked around the room lighting more candles. Soon, soft light and the scent of sandalwood and vanilla filled the room. Col pointed to a door on the other side of the room, “The bathroom’s over there. Go in and take a hot shower. It will help you relax. I want you completely at my mercy,”

I quickly showered and came back into the room, wearing just a towel. Col had turned down the bed and was lying there, waiting for me. I moved to the edge of the bed and looked at him. The color black suited him; it was everywhere. It brought out the chestnut highlights in his hair and set off his sapphire eyes perfectly. The black silk roe woe wore hugged his sculpted form to perfection. He sat up and drew me to sit next to him on the black cotton sheets. We leaned in towards each other and met in a kiss. He reached under one of the pillows and pulled out a blindfold. He dangled it from the end of his finger, “Do you think you can trust me?” he asked. I stared at him. “It’s simple, really. Yes, you do and we can play. Or no, you don’t and we call it a night.”

“What do you want from me?” I asked as I watched the blindfold swing back and forth on his finger.

“I want you, at my beck and call, for six weeks. During that time, we see each other exclusively. You fuck no one but me and I fuck only you. The games we play test the limits, within reason. Neither one of us will get hurt…unless it’s part of the game.”

“How do I know you’ll play within the boundaries? You got me here on the basis of fear based sex.” I asked.

“That’s why I’m letting you set the rules. See, I know what a woman like you needs. You talk tough and can even hold your own when your survival instincts kicks in. You want power and thrills. I can pleasure you in ways you’ve only dreamt about. All I’m asking for is for you to trust me.”

“No, I need more than that. Let’s say…I need a token. I need a physical symbol, of sorts.”

“What did you have in mind?”

I pulled the blindfold off his finger and slid it on, “We’ll discuss it later…after we’re done ‘playing’ for the night.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to negotiate terms before we start?” I heard him ask leeringly.

“No, let’s get started,” I declared as I crawled toward the center of the bed.

I felt the mattress dip as he moved closer to my body. I felt his hands remove the towel from my body. He pushed me down so that I was flat on my back.

“Move towards the headboard. Yes, that’s it…grab it.”

I felt as he took my left wrist and wrapped a silk scarf around it, securing it to the headboard. He quickly did the same to the right and moved to secure my ankles to the footboard. I lay spread eagle and naked in the center of his bed. I tugged at the scarves, to test how secure they were. There was a little give and it wasn’t so tight that I couldn’t rotate my limbs within the confines. I felt as he got off the bed and I heard him walking on the floor.

“Here is what I can promise you. I won’t leave any visible marks where people might see. I won’t leave any permanent scars to mar your gorgeous skin. I will do whatever it takes to arouse you to a fevered pitch that you’ll beg for release. By the time I’m through, you’ll be screaming my name.”

I felt my pulse quicken, “Talk is cheap. We’ll see who will be screaming whose name.”

“Big talk for someone in your position,” he said as I felt the mattress dip down again. Suddenly, I felt something warm and liquid being poured on my skin. The scent of sandalwood wafted towards my nose. “My personal favorite. From now on, when you smell sandalwood, I want you to think only of me. I want you to remember the heights of lust and passion that only I can raise you to.” He continued to rub the oil into my skin. He made sure he didn’t miss a spot.

He moved off the bed once again and returned rather abruptly. I felt him kneel between my spread legs; he had removed his robe and I felt naked flesh against mine. I felt a soft, feathery sensation on my clit. He had taken another piece of silk and began to rub it across the lips of my puss. I squirmed at the tickling sensation and tried to suppress a giggle. He placed two fingers across my lips, “Make a sound and I’ll gag you.” He trailed his fingers from my lips, down my body. I was ticklish and soon, I started to giggle again. His hands moved to lift my neck as he put the gag in place. I moaned this time; did I really want this? He must have decided to punish me as the silk was jerked away from my quivering feminine core.

All of a sudden, I felt a stinging and burning on my breasts. The odor of sandalwood, vanilla and melted wax flooded my nose; I realized quickly that he had poured the melted wax from a candle that was on the nightstand. I gasped at the intensity of the heat that spread across my breasts to the tips of my nipples. I then felt his fingers rub the wax off my body. “You should see the red marks that cover your breasts,” he breathed. “But, as promised, there will be no permanent mark.” Soon, I felt melted wax being drizzled all over my exposed flesh. I writhed at the burning sensation but I made no move to stop the torture. As the wax cooled, I felt Col remove the hardening wax from me. There was a brief pause and then I felt ice being traced along the paths the wax had taken. The ice melted quickly as my shad had become very hot to the touch, partly due to the wax; but I had become aroused as well.

“You should see how your skin jumps and twitches. But, then, you must be able to feel it anyway, right?” he said as he moved to lie between my legs. I felt his hot breath on my curls and wondered if he could smell how aroused I had become. His fingers gently parted my nether lips as he sought to find my center. He briefly suckled at my pearl before he raised himself, slightly, to address me. “Tonight is for you. I want you to see the pleasures that can be yours for the taking for the next six weeks. All I ask is that you share yourself with no one else.” With that, he slid one finger past the slick folds and into my shuddering body. A second finger joined the first, to be quickly joined by a third. All the while, he swirled his tongue across my throbbing sex. I had become lost in the intense heat of denied fulfillment. I wanted his man flesh to be where his fingers were. I pulled at the scarves, trying desperately to break free of my bonds.

I felt a pinch in my overly sensitive thigh, “Naughty, naughty…you can’t pull yourself free. Only I have the power to release you and I’m not ready yet. I want you to scream when you come. You belong to me; body and soul.” He sat up and removed my blindfold. I gave him a heated glare that promised unholy retribution when I got loose. He shook a finger at me, “No…I own you. I decide when to fuck your willing body and when you will come.” He positioned his throbbing shaft at the opening between my thighs. He pushed forward until the tip of his cock was inside of me. I strained to pull my legs together to force him in deeper but to no avail; he laughed. “See my power over you? You’re dying for me to finish what I’ve started.”

I tried to arch my pelvis towards his loins. As I moved to wedge him inside deeper, I felt the scarves give just a fraction. I twisted my limbs back and forth, in an effort to release myself completely. He grabbed my waist with both hands to stop me from moving.

“What are you doing?” he managed to say before I pulled myself free of the silk bindings. I twisted my body so that I lay on top of him; I pulled off the gag and smiled evilly.

“I belong to no one, especially you. You were right about me; I do what I want, when I want,” I snarled as I pinned his wrists to the mattress. I grabbed one of the scarves and secured them to the headboard. I turned the other way and secured both of his ankles together at the footboard. I sat on his thighs as I stared hotly into his eyes. I dragged my nails from his neck to his groin, leaving a trail of red scratches behind. He winced as the skin parted in places and blood started to seep out. I leaned over and began to lick the red marks. I tasted his blood on my tongue and discovered that I liked it very much. I sat up and rubbed the back of my hand across my lips.

“Now, look at what you’ve done. What am I going to do with you?” I asked as I lay on my side, propped up on one arm. I had one leg extended and the other bent at the knee. I reached down, between my legs, and began to stroke myself. He opened his mouth to say something but my fingers pressed his lips closed. “Don’t make me gag you.” I growled. He shut his mouth with a snap. I sat up and positioned myself over his cock.

“I know what I want to do,” I declared before I mounted him. He hissed bet cle clenched teeth but didn’t say a word. “That’s a good boy. Now, be nice and we can both get something out of this.” I moved my body up and down in a near violent rhythm. I watched as his eyes darkened with lust as I moved faster and faster to my personal release. Finally, I threw my head back and screamed as my orgasm hit me. I shuddered and writhed as waves surged through my entire body. Col started to whimper; his own release was not far behind mine.

“Who do you belong to?” I demanded between clenched teeth; my sheath throbbing around his arousal. He shook his head, reluctant to tell me. I lifted my body slightly above his and then moved back to envelope his hardness. He pulled fruitlessly at the scarves, unable to free himself.

“I asked you a question. Who do you belong to?” I demanded again. I moved myself upon him again and he relented.

“YOU! I live for you; I’ll die and even kill for you! Please, let me come now!” he cried.

I flexed my muscles deep inside and a cry was wrenched from his lips. I felt his release match the pounding surge of my blood. He arched his pelvis to bury himself deeply into my body until there was no telling where I ended and he began. I collapsed on top of him, trying to catch my breath. I rolled off to one side and stared at him. His eyes were closed tightly and his chest heaved. I traced small circles on his ribs; he twitched and tried to move away. He finally opened his eyes and looked at me. They were glazed over due to the intensity of our fucking.

I reached up and untied his wrists from the headboard. He sat up and freed his ankles. He cupped my face softly between his hands and kissed my swollen lips. Not saying a word, he led me to the bathroom. We showered and toweled each other off. Still silent, we walked back to the bed and collapsed upon it. He pulled me into his arms as we drifted off to sleep.