Holly, November seven years ago
“I missed you so much, chaton,” he murmured against my throat.
I loved it when he called me kitten. I moaned, pressing myself against his chest. “I missed you too.”
“Prove it,” he growled, his hand pushed down into my yoga pants to grope my ass, the other spread out flat against my back.
The sound of his voice was enough to send a jolt to my clit, but the feeling of his stubble against my neck and the way he trailed his tongue was more than enough to make me clench my legs in frustration. Oh fuck, where do I start? There was so much I wanted to do.
“Holly,” he warned, “I’ll give you to the count of five to show me how much you missed me, or I will make sure you can’t sit for a week.” His whisper was gruff and low in my ear.
His hand came up from my back to the base of my neck, not squeezing but firm, a warning. His stubble against my cheek, his mouth just below my ear - his teeth just grazing my ear lobe. My mouth fell open as I panted, twisting my fingers in Adrien’s hair, trying to pull him closer, his fingers just gripped my ass cheek harder. “One.”
Our mouths met and his tongue stroked mine, his lips were soft but unyielding. The hand on my throat tightened slightly, and I gasped against him. My mind was reeling, I was pretty sure my panties were about soaked through, and I couldn’t quite focus long enough to form a cohesive sentence. He’d only been gone for a week, I couldn’t believe how much I missed his touch. I could feel his cock, rigid in his jeans and pressed firmly against my thigh. I wanted to scream, I couldn’t get the words out and it was killing me, I wanted to show him what a good girl I was, how much I wanted him.
His hand pulled out of my pants, the other released my throat, suddenly he jerked down the front of my tank top and vaguely I heard the fabric rip. My nipples hardened instantly in the cool air, and his hands cupped my breasts lightly. Adrien leaned down and took one peak into his mouth, his tongue swirled around it - teasing me with tortuously slow movement. My heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest. I grasped his hair, threading my fingers through the long black tendrils while pleading silently for him to be rougher, to feel his hands against my labia, anything that would bring me closer to release.
“Please, Adrien!” I cried as his teeth suddenly dug lightly into the sensitive flesh of my nipple.
“Three.” He pulled away from my chest, and before I could protest, he jerked my hips, bringing me down with him to the bed.
The sudden movement made me squeal and throw my hands out, landing with my forearms on either side of his grinning face, my tits only inches from his lips. His hands gripped the waistband of my pants and forced them down before trailing his fingers lightly over my g-string. I pushed my hips down hard on his, grinding against his bulge in frustration. I needed his jeans off now, my pussy ached to feel him stretch me. Adrien bit my nipple harder this time, a light growl was my only warning before his fingers found my hair and jerked it making me arch against his mouth. He released it suddenly and flipped us over, pinning me to the mattress - my pants around my thighs, my top shredded - exposing my bruised and sensitive tits. He hasn’t even taken his shirt off yet. I moaned in frustration; he wasn’t anywhere near done playing with me.
“Please let me suck your cock! Please, Master.” I begged, gazing up at him with desperate need.
He held my jaw tightly as he spoke, “See mon chaton, it wasn’t that hard.” His hand pushed hard on my hair that was fanned out around me before his mouth met mine again. My eyes fluttered shut, his mouth forced mine open against his and I felt his tongue trace my lips. “But if you think I’m not still going to pull the paddle out later then you’ll be sorely mistaken.”
I moaned at his threat, excited to know that he planned to make the most of the evening. I slipped my free hand between us and groped for his belt, pulling at it desperately, the jingling of the metal as it came loose made my heart leap with excitement. I’m so close He laughed against my mouth, a rough, strained sound. His green eyes gazed down at me in amusement. Suddenly he pushed off the bed, standing, he reached for the buttons on his shirt and undid them with slow calculated movement. I pushed up on my elbows and watched in fascination as he did it, the way his hands flexed, his tousled hair falling messily across his face and over his shoulders. My mouth watered and I clenched my jaw, trying not to betray how much his teasing was turning me on. His shirt fell open and I followed the dark trail of hair down to his jeans, hanging low on his hips and revealing the V of his groin. Unconsciously I clenched my legs together again, as I did, I caught his eyes flick up - watching me. He threw the shirt on the floor and stepped closer to the edge of the bed, his hands reaching quickly for his zipper.
“Sit up and take your pants off, panties stay on. Get rid of the shirt too.”
Adrien’s voice was forceful, I pushed myself up completely and wiggled out of my yoga pants. As I pulled my shirt up, I started feeling shaky, jittery. We hadn’t spoken for most of the week with our hectic schedules while he was in England, and now being naked in front of him I started to feel horribly self-conscious. What’s wrong with me? I want to be here.
“Ma chere,” he spoke, cupping my chin. “where are we?”
“Green, Master. I promise,” I whispered, unable to meet his gaze.
“Where are you?” His voice was soft and concerned.
“I’m here, with you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin this.” I couldn’t stop the tears welling up.
He kissed my cheek where the tear trailed down. “Mon âme, we don’t have to do anything. I know it’s been a long week, but I can run you a bath and we’ll call it a night.”
No! I shook my head fiercely and swiped at the other tear. My pussy was still throbbing, and I could clearly see the outline of his cock through his jeans. I wanted this; I wanted him.
“Please Master, I want to keep going.” I reached for his waistband as I spoke, feeling myself beginning to calm down.
“Anything you’d like, mon âme.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “What’s the safe word?”
“Red,” I whispered, and nuzzled my head against his hand.
That was all it took, it felt like slipping underwater - like I was weightless, my insecurities were gone and I could only feel what he wanted me to feel, and right now he wanted me to be his good girl. He leaned back while I pulled his jeans off completely. His cock sprung free and I stared at it in awe, wrapping my fingers around him gingerly. I glanced up at him, his eyes heavily lidded as he gazed back, his fingers threaded into my hair and pulled me closer to his groin. My mouth opened instinctively, and I trailed my tongue from the base to the tip, following the curve, taking time to swirl around the opening. My free hand dropped to my panties, trying to covertly rub my clit without his noticing.
“Both hands,” he snapped.
I obeyed sullenly, bringing both hands up to pump his cock, I spit eagerly on it and tried to keep my attention on him to avoid how much I desperately wanted him to touch me. My mouth moved lower, trailing across his scrotum, he moaned, and his grip loosened slightly as he began to pant, the rapid rise and fall of his chiseled torso captivated me – I couldn’t stop staring, mesmerized by his reaction. I wanted to worship every inch of his body. Leaning back, I kissed the head of his cock, dragging my tongue around the sensitive flesh where it connected to the shaft. Suddenly his grip tightened, and he jerked my head back, a line of drool connecting from my lips to the tip.
“Open your mouth.” His voice was rough and strained.
I did so without hesitation, moving my hands to his hips and opening my mouth wider this time, I stared up at him expectantly while he eased in his cock. My eyes watered again as I reached the gagging point and he stopped, letting me relax slightly. Both of his hands clutched my hair as he fucked my mouth slowly, easing in a bit more in each time. I moaned and I pressed my tongue against him, my eyes falling shut as we fell into a faster rhythm. I knew better than to touch myself before he told me too, but I was so close. One hand again dropped to my pussy, and I teased my clit through the fabric of my panties. He forced the final inches of his cock into my mouth, tears streamed down my face as I tried desperately not to gag. I forced myself to open my eyes and stared up at him, my Master, knowing how much he liked seeing me like this I wanted to give him a show. I loved this feeling, below him and his to use. I love you, Master.
His eyes met mine and he smirked down at me, he tugged my hair back until only the head of his cock was in my mouth and I sucked hard, eager. “Oh fuck-” He gasped and closed his eyes, throwing his head back.
He groaned and suddenly forced my head completely down until my nose was buried in his thick pubic hair and I felt his cock flexing in my throat. My hands dropped to grip his thighs as he came; thick ropes of his release filling my mouth. I pushed back after a few moments, needing air, he released me, and I pulled off gasping. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, now covered in my spit and his fluid. I breathed deeply, taking a second to regain my composure.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself, slut.” His hand seized my jaw as he spoke, forcing me to look him in the eye.
My cheeks burned as I tried to apologize for my indiscretion, “I’m sorry, Master-”
“No, you aren’t, but you will be when I’m done with you.”
“Is that a promise?” I asked defiantly.
“You get mouthy when I’m not here often enough.” He released my jaw and pushed me back on the bed forcefully. The excitement made me giggle as I squirmed backwards on the bed. He lunged across, baring his full weight down on me as he whispered in my ear, “I’m going to get the rope, and you are not to move an inch while I do it. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice was throaty and strained, but I couldn’t hide my excitement.
He stood up and went for the rope, my eyes followed the patterns on the ceiling, desperately trying to distract myself. I was hyper-aware of his movement, the sound of him ruffling in the closet was excruciatingly slow. I listened as he approached the bed and felt a chill go up my spine as he began tying the rope around my calves, pinning them to my thighs. He repeated it on the other side before he secured the rope to the bedposts. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt myself become completely exposed to him, the wetness on my thighs and soaked panties couldn’t lie. I was surprised when he didn’t restrain my hands too, but I didn’t complain. - I couldn’t wait to touch him. He went back to the closet and I protested loudly, “You can’t just leave me like this.”
“Quiet slut, I’m just getting a surprise for you.”
Oh, fuck no. My pussy clenched in anticipation, knowing what he was looking for. I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing so as not to betray me. He knelt between my legs and chuckled. “Open your eyes, I want you to see this, chaton.”
I glanced down at him and felt my heart skip a beat, he was holding the Hitachi wand and smirking sadistically. “What do you think; fast or faster?”
“Fast!” I begged, knowing full well it was a futile effort.
“Faster it is,” he replied happily.
I felt the coolness of a blade touch my hip gently and he jerked it upward, cutting the waistband of the thong, he repeated the action on the other side and pulled the shredded undergarment away. I heard him toss the knife on the side table before his fingers probed my opening and I thrust my hips upward, desperately trying to feel them deeper. He pulled his hand away suddenly and I whimpered in protest. Adrien leaned forward, kissed the dip between my breasts and I inhaled sharply. Slowly, he kissed his way down my body, coming to stop just above my slit. Please, touch me! I’m more than ready! He pulled back and pressed the head of the wand directly against my clit, I tried to brace myself for the sensation but failed miserably. The cry that came from my throat was strangled and weak as my nails dug into the duvet, the vibrations were stronger than I could have anticipated. Adrien leaned down over me, pressing the wand harder against my clit, making me buck my hips frantically. His teeth raked over my nipple and I mewled helplessly, climbing closer to the edge.
“Please - Master--” I gasped, choking on my words.
His assault on my nipple was relentless as his other hand came up to my neck, squeezing slightly, I cried out suddenly finding my release. The orgasm racked my body, tremors radiating throughout my groin. Even as it ended, I felt the beginnings of the next on my overly sensitive clit, I desperately pushed my shoulders back against the mattress and tried to squirm away from the stimulation - jerking my legs against their restraints. His mouth moved to my ear, kissing just below it. “You wanted to come, chaton. Be grateful I’m letting you finish at all.”
I gritted my teeth as I felt the next climax but couldn’t hold back my scream, suddenly Adrien’s hand covered my mouth, muffling it. They kept coming, until I reached a point where I couldn’t come anymore, stuck on the edge. Tears streamed freely and I kept screaming into his hand, pleading for him to stop but not willing to use my safeword.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he mumbled against my jaw. “My filthy little slut.”
Yes, I’m your slut, Master! Only yours! I screamed harder against his hand, releasing the blanket I grasped frantically at his hair, his back, anything to keep me grounded while I came. The feeling of his muscles rippling under my grasp, his skin warm and soft, it was the most comforting thing I could ask for. Stars danced behind my closed eyes and just as I felt like I would pass out he pulled the vibrator away from my abused clit and turned it off, I lay there, shivering from the aftershocks as he gently detached me to undo my leg binds. Carefully he stretched my legs out, running his fingers along the inside of them as I came down. I felt him move closer between my legs and moaned when I could feel his cock brushing my spread labia. My incoherent babbling was back, and I just kept repeating please, desperately feeling my pussy tighten on nothing - waiting for him.
“I want you on your hands and knees. Now.” He dragged his nails across my thighs to emphasize his point.
Meekly, I rolled over with my ass in the air, I couldn’t hold up my upper half and instead lay with my cheek against the duvet, arms stretched out above my head. His hand came down in a harsh slap on my ass cheek and I yelped. “Thank you, Master...” I moaned against the bed quietly.
“That’s not what I want to hear,” he snapped, slapping the other cheek harder this time.
His chest bore down on my back, forcing me hard against the bed, without warning one hand came between my legs, two fingers driving deep into my pussy, his other held my arms in place - refusing to let me move.
“Yes! Please, fuck me!” I screamed, trying to push back on his fingers as they found the sweet spot just inside.
He pressed hard against my g-spot, rubbing on it relentlessly. His teeth dug into my shoulder and I whimpered again, feeling his cock pressed hard on my ass. “I can’t hear you, slut. I guess you don’t want it that badly after all.”
“No, I want it! Please, Master, fuck me like the filthy slut I am!” I screamed louder this time, desperate for him.
If he makes me beg anymore all of Paris will hear me screaming bloody murder. I suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment thinking about others hearing us, but as quick as the blood rushed to my cheeks, I felt his hand twist into my hair jerking me back against him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he spoke directly into my ear and I felt every nerve standing on end waiting for him.
There was a brief moment where he released me, the sound of foil tearing seemed so loud in the quiet bedroom as he sheathed himself. In an instant he pulled my hips back hard to his, filling and stretching me completely. I fell back against the bed from his brutal movement, the curve of his cock dragging directly on my g-spot made me moan and cry out. I felt him twist my hair harder, his other hand digging into my hip roughly, but I couldn’t complain - this was everything I wanted.
“Harder!” I screamed, abandoning all sense of embarrassment in lieu of my next orgasm.
He fell against me, never stopping his movements. His arm snaked around my shoulders, pinning me to him, while the other found its way to my clit and rubbed it furiously. I was teetering on the edge with every thrust, his cock bottoming out against my cervix and every hit had me gritting my teeth from the pressure.
“Come for me,” he growled, tweaking my clit between his thumb and finger.
I wailed, going over the edge one last time, my legs shaking and feeling the sudden flood of wetness between my thighs. If I wasn’t so satisfied, I would have been embarrassed by it, but right now I just wanted to enjoy his presence and not worry. The world stood still as he collapsed on top of me and slid out of my abused pussy; we lay there for what felt like a blissful eternity, entwined, sweaty and sated for the time being. I stretch under him, content to stay like this for a while longer.
“Promise you’ll still bring out the paddle later?” I mumbled.
He laughed quietly. “Of course, mon chaton, but you need to give me a bit.”
I threaded my fingers through his as I closed my eyes.
"Chaton?” he mumbled into my hair.
“Hmm?” I hummed, unable to speak.
“As much as I would like to stay like this, I do want to get under the covers at some point--”
I cut him off with a giggle, rolling out from under him and getting up on wobbly legs. I stretched languidly and stumbled my way to the washroom while he got the mess on the bed sorted out. The tile was cool against my feet and the warm light was comforting. Running the tap, I washed my face and rubbed the streaked mascara with frustration. I need to take this off first next time. Glancing in the mirror I snorted at myself, I looked like a demented clown with faded pink lipstick all around my mouth and jaw, the mascara created dark circles and lines under my eyes. My hair way worse, the long black curls now severely knotted and frizzy from sweat. By the time my face was clean, and hair somewhat back in its original state, I was more than ready for him to play with me again. I heard Adrien padding into the bathroom before I felt his arms wrap around my waist, I leaned back and tilted my head up to see him. He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead, gently rocking us back and forth.
“You were taking a while, I started to worry that you got lost...”
As he spoke his fingers danced across my abdomen, I placed my hands over his before twisting around in his arms. I was only somewhat disappointed to see that he had put on sweatpants, but I didn’t blame him. I rested my head under his chin, my arms looped up under him to hold his shoulders. For a long moment we just stood together, I felt like I could sleep exactly like this - no bed necessary.
“I know your game Holly; you just want me to carry you to bed.” He snorted but didn’t move from our embrace.
I smiled against his throat and squeezed him tighter. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Adrien. But out of curiosity; what are the chances of you being able to get it up again?”
I leaned back and batted my eyes up at him innocently when he raised an eyebrow, I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his scruff. It was rough and scratchy, but the way it felt when I lightly traced my tongue through it made my toes curl with excitement. He sighed and bent down suddenly, hoisting me over his shoulder. I squealed with delight as he carried me back to the bedroom before he dropped me unceremoniously on the bed. I stretch out against the cool sheets; I noticed that he changed them, now a dark green damask pattern instead of plain grey. As we adjusted ourselves and got more comfortable, I reached out and snuggled closer to his arm. He took the hint and wrapped it around me, bringing me in close.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute, you know.” His words were low and his mouth close to my ear.
I stuck my tongue out at him and laughed as he pinned me back against the mattress, his eyes burning with excitement.