Page 38 of Silas

She sits up on her elbows, “Is that so? What do you have planned, sir?”

I flip the cuff part of the bondage back and forth in a waving motion. “I want you completely at my mercy. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you. I can’t wait to see what you have planned, sir.” She thrusts her wrist towards me and I gently glide the cuff over her hand.

I tighten it to where it’s snug without cutting off circulation. “Is this okay? Not too tight, right? The point is to keep you from moving it but not to cut off circulation.”

She jerks her hand a few times towards her chest. “Nope, it’s good.”

I walk down to the foot of the bed and grab the ankle bondage. “We should discuss your hand signals. It’s imperative that we have them.” I gently grab her ankle and pull it towards the corner of the bed. Slipping the cuff over her foot, I tighten it around her right ankle.

I look up to see her face full of wonderment. “What do you mean by hand signals,” she asks.

Chuckling, I walk to her left ankle. “I am about to play with your body to the point that you will be overstimulated. The concept is to bring all of your nerve endings to a point of heightened awareness. The smallest, softest touch would cause a bodily reaction. It will be very intense and since it is, we need hand signals that will allow me to ask you how you are doing.”

Slipping her left ankle into the cuff, I run my hand up her calf and look up at her. Her eyes are rounded and her pupils are blown. “Sir, I have only ever read about these things in books. So while I understand the concept, I think I have never experienced it in real life.”

My fingers make contact with her calf before sliding up her leg. Her breath hitches as my fingers sink into the silken crease of her thigh, the heat of her skin a palpable thing. “I am glad that I will be your first Nova. Have you ever experienced the loss of one of your senses? Been in a completely dark room and thought you could hear the world breathing?”

She nods her head as I keep slowly trailing my fingers up her side. “It’s known that losing a sense will heighten the other senses. It’s the body's natural defense.” I run my fingers over her rib cage, trail them around the side of her breast. I watch in fascination as her chest rises and falls rapidly. I already have her senses on high alert. “What do you think would happen if you are deprived of two senses, hmm?”

A breath comes shuttering out of her, “I don’t know, sir.”

Humming, I trail my fingers up her arm. “I would think it would heighten the other senses even more, don’t you think?” Her mouth pops open as she licks her lips.

Grabbing the final bondage, I slip it over her left hand. “Do you know why I have bound your arms and legs?”

She shakes her head slowly, never removing her eyes from mine. “What we are about to do is going to make your body naturally want to move away from it.”

Her eyes grow large as she begins to panic, “Silas…”

Caressing her cheek, I say, “Shh…I promise I am not going to hurt you. It will be a natural response to the overstimulation.” Kneeling on the bed on her left side, I watch as the chilly breeze caresses her skin. Bumps seem to pop along her skin everywhere my eyes wander. Leaning down, I pull one of her hardened nipples into my mouth. As her chest arched off the bed, I gentlytraced my left hand across her chest towards her other breast. Her nipple is caught between my thumb and forefinger as I give a gentle squeeze. A moan slips from her mouth as I let go with a pop.

“For your hand signals, I will tap you twice on your breastbone as a signal to check your position.” I take my forefinger and middle finger and tap twice on her breastbone. “Just like that. Do you understand?” She nods her head quickly. “You will signal one with your fingers for good to continue. Two fingers means you need me to slow down, and three fingers we stop everything. If you signal three, I will remove the headphones, blindfold, and unbind your wrists. We can always continue after you have had a breather. Don’t feel obligated to continue because you think that is what I want. You are in control, even if it appears as though I am. Do you understand?”

She nods her head. “Nova, you have to use your words. The only time I will accept non verbal commands is when we have agreed to them beforehand.”

“Yes sir, I understand. I am ready when you are.”

I reach over to the nightstand, where I set up the other goodies. I grab the silk blindfold and slide it over her eyes. “The first sense you are losing, your sight.” Chuckling as her mouth pops open as she pants. “Now I will take your hearing. All you are left with is touch, taste, and smell.” Grabbing the noise canceling headphones next, I slide them over her ears. There isn’t music playing yet, so she will still be able to hear me.

Jumping off the bed, and head over to the dresser, I grab the Spruce branches that I had Warrick bring in. I drop them on to the fire. The smell aspect for her will be the spruce burning.

Walking back to the dresser, I grab the iPad. We are going to use classical music as our sounds for today. I will follow the buildup of the music to build her up. We will both be listening to the same song at the same time. She just won’t know that.

Pushing play on the music, I make myself a whiskey on the rocks while the music begins her journey. As I am sipping on my whiskey, I enjoy the view of the stunning beauty the Goddess chose for me. She is shifting her hips, probably wondering what I am doing.

The first notes of the music swelled, and I moved to the bed slowly, feeling the beat of the music echoing my steps. With a clink, I scooped a melting ice cube from the glass, the damp chill seeping into my hand, and set it down on the end table beside the bed. Nova, welcome to heat/ice play.

Holding the ice cube over her breast, I watch as a drop of water splashes down right next to her nipple. Her body immediately shutters. I lean down and swipe my tongue across the spot where the water was rolling. Taking the ice cube, I rub it across her nipple as her back arches off the bed. I pull the ice cube away and blow hot air across her hardened peak. While her back is arched, I drop the ice cube right where her abs drop from her rib cage. I watch in fascination as it slides down her stomach to her belly button. Leaving the ice cube there, I follow the trail with hot air. She is shivering from the conflicting temperatures as her skin is covered in bumps. I grab the ice cube with my teeth and glide it from her belly button over her mound. I see her thigh muscles jump as they try to stop me from going any further.

Using my hands, I hold her hood open for better access to her clit. Leaning in, I glide the ice across it in a swiping motion. Her hips buck to attempt to get away from me. I stop swiping andhold it directly on her clit. Her body breaks out in a full-blown shiver.

Leaning over her, I grab the whiskey glass off the table. I tilt the cup, allowing the contents to pour over her pussy lips. The music builds even more as we enter the second courtet. I dive into her pussy, licking all the whiskey from her lips. Thrusting my tongue in, I swirl my tongue in a circular motion. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck hard. She arches off the bed and I can feel her thigh muscles twitching against my shoulders. Popping her clit out of my mouth, I run my tongue along her back towards her mound. As I cross over, I make sure I swipe my tongue as close to her clit as I can get without touching it. As I lick my way down her opposite thigh, I bite down on the meatiest part of her thigh. Dropping my fangs down, I push a little of our venom into her. I know the minute it hits her because she lets out the loudest moan. For mates, our venom heightens our arousal even further.

Lifting myself up, I draw my knees under her legs. I grab my dick as I lean over her body. I glide it over her glistening lips as I circle her hole, only allowing the tip to graze her dripping center every few circles.

“Fuck, this is torture. This isn’t even fair,” she shouts into the air.

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