Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

... wanes, but the stimulation continues to breathe fire into my chest. My breasts feel heavy and swollen, aching to be squeezed and touched. I’ve never been able to come from stimulation of my breasts alone, but in this moment I’m convinced I could if he would just damn well touch them. I plead with my eyes and jiggle them for him, attempting to coax him into action. I’m received with a smile and a shake of his head. “Oh, Corrine…it’s going to be a long night for you.” He looks almost apologetic for what he has planned for me, but overriding any compassion he may hold for the moment is a look of excitement and maddening control, and I know that no truer words have ever been said. I inhale deeply; the smell of my excitement mingles with the menthol as my juices continue to pool between my legs and onto the chair. As if he is just sensing it himself, a low growl escapes Patrick’s chest as he squats down once more, pressing his mouth intimately between my wide-spread legs. Using the flat of his tongue, in one long, fluid stroke he licks from the bottom of my open pussy, deep between the swollen folds, before raking across my very erect clit. My body begins to involuntarily spasm and tremble from the intensity. Repeating this motion over and over again, it’s clear he is enjoying cleaning every last drop of my excitement, although his actions are only succeeding in creating more. Behind the belt, desperate groans and gasps flow freely from my lips. My head is thrown back, eyes ...

... closed, as I absorb the sensations careening through my body. I force myself to open them, and look down just in time to see his tongue lap at my clit. This vision alone nearly sends me over the edge. I struggle in my restraints, not in attempt to set myself free, but to enjoy the sensation of being completely bound and helpless. “Patrick…sir…please!” I beg. Although is comes out as “Hathrick…thur…hease!” He pulls back, the look on his face raw. Primal. My heart explodes from the stark desire in his eyes. “No words, love…. Although you sound pretty adorable with my belt in your mouth.” My face burns once again from hearing the nonsensical words instead of my usually radio-ready voice. “Do you want to come, Corrine?” I nod eagerly. Too eagerly. “I think not…” My heart deflates. “….yet.” My heart beats once again, and even faster as I see him reach for the Vicks. Scooping a generous dollop onto his forefinger, he looks into my eyes as he approaches, until his gaze slowly shifts until it’s locked on to the pink and puffy folds of my pussy. Squatting down once again, with almost clinical expertise he uses one hand to stretch my outer lips, exposing my pulsing clit and inner labia. In a conversational tone, he talks to me as he proceeds. “Vulnerability only enhances your beauty, Corrine. I know how strong you are… how competent. That you willingly release that power to me is such an honor. That you allow me to mark you, to tease your body…to torture it…fills me with such pride and love ...