Page 111 of Gideon
Tap, tap, tap, tap. Swish. Swat!
The crop struck my tender folds yet again. This time I arched into it, feeling myself drip down my thighs with aching want for him, my desire flaming higher with each touch. The pain only enhanced it.
Over and over, he brought the crop down on my most sensitive place, making me ache and tremble as gasping pleas fell from my lips. Finally, the sound of the crop hitting the floor rang through my ears. Before I could process that fact, his fingers threaded through the braided strands of my hair, holding my head exactly where he wanted me as his lips claimed mine. All questing tongues and clashing teeth, he stole my very soul with the kiss. His other hand found my apex, pushing his fingers through my dripping wet folds as he found my opening and slid inside.
My arms ached, my body trembled, and his touch overtook every thought in my brain until none was left but him. Only him. Only this.
His fingers pulled out, moving up to my aching clit, his thumb flicking over the swollen bud rapidly.
“Sir, I’m going to cum,” I whimpered, my breaths panting out with gasping breaths.
“You may cum. Just this once,” he smiled against my lips. Our breaths mingled, his controlled and even, mine gasping and panting as need flooded my body and overtook every thought I possessed. Nothing existed except for him.
Pleasure swirled low in my stomach as my toes curled against the floor, my orgasm hanging there on the precipice.
“Give it to me, vixen. Give it all to me,” he groaned against my lips only seconds before he stole another kiss. My mind swam as my orgasm exploded, shooting electric shocks of pleasure through my body and out of each fingertip and toe. He held me to him, his hand fisted tightly in my hair as he stole my breath, stole my orgasm, stole my very soul. My knees shook, my body trembled, and my pussy clenched and ached, drenching his fingers as the cataclysm rocked through me.
I felt like I was floating, hovering in bliss as he stepped away from me, his touch never leaving me as he circled around me. Suddenly, the rope holding my arms above my head went lax. He quickly untied my wrists, moving my arms around my back as my feet firmly settled against the floor once again on shaky legs. His hands squeezed down my arms. I knew, somewhere in my foggy mind, that he was checking my circulation.
Without a word, he began to retie my arms. Working around my wrists and then up my forearms as he bound me securely. My mind stayed hazy as I allowed myself to be taken over by the sense of submission that seated itself fully in my soul.
I heard the rope sliding through the ring in the ceiling as my hands lifted behind me. His hand pressed firmly on the center of my back, bending me over.
“Easy, vixen,” he coaxed, helping me into a bent over position. “Trust the rope. Trust me.” His words guided me, soothed me as I did exactly as he said, relaxing into the bindings and letting myself fall into the position he desired. Some small part of my mind registered an uncomfortable pull on my shoulders, but I was hardly aware of it in the depths of my submission.
“Deep breaths, love. And this time, you may not cum,” he growled behind me, his hand running down the length of my spine as he kneeled down. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing as he had commanded, focusing on his command and his dominance. I let it center me as he parted my thighs further, an instant before his tongue touched my core. He licked and lapped at me slowly, tantalizing me and titillating my senses.
His fingers parted my folds as he continued ravishing me with his lips and tongue. I felt my toes curl as another orgasm built quickly.
“Fuck!” I cursed, gritting my teeth against the rising sensation.
“Do not cum,” he reminded, his words vibrating against my swollen clit and pushing me even further towards climax. I nodded my head, knowing he could not see my response, yet unable to articulate words as I fought against the rising bliss. His tongue tickled and flicked, circled and sucked as he tortured me endlessly.
My legs shook as I struggled against the ropes that bound me, helpless against his agonizing motions.
“Please. Oh God, please!” I shamelessly begged. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back. Every nerve ending felt raw, ravaged by his tongue and lips.
“Cum,” he growled against my core. As soon as the word was spoken, I exploded, flooding his face as I screamed. The sound echoed, bouncing off the walls of our room as my body shook and trembled. My back arched, pressing into his tongue. He didn’t let up for a moment, another orgasm building just as the last had crested.
As my third orgasm finally rippled through my body, he stood, the sound of his pants hitting the floor barely registering as the head of his thick cock pressed against my over-sensitized folds.
“Mine,” he growled, his tone deep and almost sinister as his cock pushed past my outer lips, filling me with his thick length in one swift motion.
My back arched even further as I took him inside of me. I hung limply, suspended only by the bindings, fire burning through my muscles as the rope held me in place. His hand fisted in the ropes that wound around my torso, holding me firmly as he pounded in and out of my wet heat. The movement pulled against the ropes, holding me to the ceiling with each thrust, increasing the aching burn in a way that was both painful and ecstatically pleasurable.
My mind spun, dizzying arousal flicking at every nerve in my body as I let myself go. The ropes held me securely in his control as I floated into the freedom that Gideon had given me, the freedom he had shown me existed.
“Let go and give in.” His words invaded my thoughts, allowing me to finally let go of that last thread of control. The one that was so very difficult to release.
One of his hands gripped the tail of my braid, pulling hard as my head snapped back, my eyes fixated on the mirror that hung over our dresser. The image I found there captivated me, and I finally did it. I let go.
I focused on the image of my bent form, held securely by ropes and knots as he stood behind me, thrusting violently into my pussy. My reflection was almost unrecognizable. My jaw hung slack and open, my eyes dilated, drunk on arousal and his dominance. A smile played at my lips as I gave him everything, giving over to anything he wished.
I tightened around him as his thrusts quickened, careening both of us towards orgasm.
“Now.” I wasn’t sure if he had actually spoken or if I had just seen him speak in the mirror’s reflection, but the command was there, nonetheless. My back arched, my eyes closing as he pulled the orgasm from the depths of my soul, sending me crashing into my submission and my bliss like a rocket.
My mind went fully blank, the sound of Gideon’s pleasure barely registering in my mind as I hung, floating in the balance of heaven and earth. I felt the ropes go lax as he released me from my bindings, holding me securely to him. My eyelids hung heavy as he held me, pulling the ropes from my body slowly. Every pull of the rope felt like a thousand kisses on my body, the texture dragging across my skin, turning every inhale into a gasp and every exhale into a shuddered sigh of ecstasy.
