Page 57 of Degrees of Innocence
“I love the cuffs, and I like the mask and the gag. The idea that I wouldn’t be able to move, see what you’re doing or tell you to stop appeals to me,” I say.
“Katarina, I want to go slow with you. We’re going to progress from one to the other and I want you to guide me,” he says, lowering me onto the bed.
“I am going to put this mask over your eyes first. I don’t want you to see what I’m doing, just feel it,” he says, slipping it into place.
He slips a soft cuff around one of my wrists and then the other, extending each above my head in opposite directions. He does the same to my ankles, leaving me completely naked, exposed and vulnerable. His fingers trail along my inner thighs, avoiding the spot between my legs, already moist and aroused. His tongue lingers, traveling from my navel, along my waist and erect nipples, sucking and teasing. I hear the clink of glass before he kisses me, pushing an ice cube from his mouth to mine.
“I want you to feel how sensual warm and cold can be, Baby,” he says, swirling his tongue in my mouth, taking the ice back from me. The ice clinks in the bottom of the glass again and his fingers rub my aroused nipples, rolling them firmly, extending them. He kisses one nipple, licking it with his cold tongue while his fingers continue gently squeezing my other nipple until it becomes warm. He begins rolling the chilly nipple, warming it between his fingers. He lays something on my stomach. It feels coarse and bristly. I hear the ice clink, and tense, waiting as he places the ice cube in my navel. He removes what seems like rope from my stomach and rubs it gently across one of my sensitive breasts. My nipples must be connected with my most private nerve endings because I can immediately feel myself getting moister. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s softly abrasive. He continues rubbing it against my nipples, creating an exhilarating friction. The ice in my navel is causing a sweet burn. He removes it before it becomes painful, slowly rubbing it across my heated nipples, while his tongue explores my navel, warming it. I feel a mildly sweet burning sensation as he rubs my breasts with the ice and then switches to the abrasive rope to warm them. I try to move, but he has secured me well. His tongue explores the length of my waist, traveling towards my navel, removing the ice cube long enough to warm the sensitive area with his tongue, before placing it back. His tongue feels slightly cool against my heated skin, running it through the delicate hair between my legs and exploring my clit. I want to raise my hips and meet him, but am unable to move. Just as the ice in my navel begins to burn, he removes it, rubbing it against my excited clit, before switching to his tongue. I try to raise my hips again, but to no avail. He shifts back to cold and leaves it on longer, this time, creating the same sweet burning feeling before removing it and taking my clit back into his mouth.
“Chase, stop,” I moan.
“Baby, I just started. I’m going to use another restraint now and you’ll be unable to talk. He places a ball in my hand. “We will communicate with this. When you squeeze the ball, it makes a sound. Try it now,” he says.
I squeeze the ball. It emits a small squeaking sound. “Good, now I’m going to insert the gag. We’ll go slowly and if you want me to stop all you have to do is squeeze the ball and I will stop and immediately remove it. Ready?” he asks.
My body is poised with anticipation and a slight apprehension. I nod though, assuring him I am ready before he kisses my lips.
“I want you to open your mouth for me. It will feel slightly awkward at first so you’ll need to relax,” he says, inserting it into my mouth and instructing me through it before fastening the device. He is right, it seems large in my mouth.
“Do you trust me, Katarina? Squeeze the ball once for yes and twice for no.”
I squeeze once and it produces the same squeak.
“Is this making you hot? Squeeze once for yes and twice for no.”
I squeeze once.
“If you want me to stop for any reason, I want you to press the ball,” he instructs.
He captures my nipple in his mouth, exploring the sensitive flesh with his tongue before moving to my other breast. I feel all the anticipation in my body pool as he moves his tongue down the length of my body, exploring my navel, licking the hypersensitive skin in a circular motion. He holds me firmly in place, continuing his ministrations, allowing his tongue to circle around my mound, gently teasing me, finally focusing on my clit. His tongue runs over it lightly, and then moves away, and then back again, teasing me, licking gently, and then moving just off the mark again, creating a desire I can no longer stand.
Chase, stop… I can’t take it anymore…
He continues the pattern, bringing me to the brink and then adjusting to allow my body to cool; I squirm in an attempt to grind against his tongue, but to no avail.
Chase, stop… I can’t take it anymore….
His tongue finds my clit, lingering, building my pleasure until I tremble around him, and continue to shake as he extends my release. He removes the gag, and releases my legs from the restraints, lifting my hips to enter me deeply and urgently. “Wrap your legs around my back. I want to feel you cum with me,” he says, pushing deeper inside of me, still stroking my oversensitive clit. I can barely breathe as my desire intensifies and he sends me spiraling again before finding his own release deep inside of me.
“You were amazing,” he says, pushing my hair out of my face and pulling me into his arms. My heart is racing and I curl against his chest, placing my face against the beating of his heart while my breathing returns to normal.
“That was amazing,” I say, leaning up to kiss him gently on the lips. “I love how you make me feel, Chase. It’s beyond anything I ever imagined,” I say, resting my head back onto his chest and looking into his eyes.
His dark green eyes meet mine, holding them in the hazy light. “I like hearing about what makes you hot. What you like and what you don’t,” he says.
“I liked being tied up, but you already know that, don’t you?” I say, feeling the rising blush warm my cheeks.Why is talking intimately with him so embarrassing?
“I guessed, based on how wet you were that you enjoyed it,” he admits. “What else did you like, Katarina?”
“I loved what you did to me when you used the ice and that rope. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” I am pretty sure my face must be crimson.
“Did you feel it between your legs when I rubbed the rope over your nipples?”
How did he know that?“I did, it was incredible.”
“What else did you like?”
“I love being tied up, but I always want to move and it forces me to take the pleasure if that makes any sense.”
