Page 18 of Sweet Torture (Torture Games #1)

Putting it back, I take the strawberries, whipped cream, and the bar of chocolate. I thank my housekeeper, whoever she may be, and make a mental note to replenish these items immediately.

Confident with my choices, I stroll back and find Naz lounging on the comfortable couch with her legs wide and her dress tucked away to the side, exposing herself completely. No underwear in sight.

Fuck! Just as I thought.

“Before you can have any food, we need to ascertain how hungry you are, little one. Kneel and show me.”

Strawberries go flying as I chuck the items on the opposite couch and fall to my knees before her. The coffee table has already been moved a little to the left, and I can smell her arousal as the light catches a glimmer of wetness on her lips. Before I dive in, her words halt my actions.

“One more thing, you are not allowed to use your hands. Interlock your fingers behind your back and keep them there.”

I do as I am told, barely being able to contain the saliva forming in my mouth. When she is satisfied that I did as I was instructed, she nods, and I fall forward with my tongue ready for action.

Going as low as I can and with a broad stroke of my tongue, I lick from ass to clit, relishing in the mewling sounds coming from her. It doesn’t take me long to circle her swollen clit and have her shallow breathing turn into whimpering cries.

“Oh, little one, you are so good at this. Keep going!”

The praise makes me lose my mind, and I trust my tongue inside her at an alarming rate. Not in control of my actions anymore, I almost miss her direction.

“Slower, darling, find the right spot and drive me crazy.”

I take my cues from the volume of her screams, never wavering.

“Yes, yes, that’s it. You feel so good. Don’t stop!” she screams.

Not even an army invading the country and pushing a machine gun against my asshole can stop me at this junction. I press my face deeper and inhale deeply, delighting in the fact that I did this to the whimpering woman pulling my hair from my skull.

I circle her clit, applying just enough pressure to give her endless pleasure. Both her hands fly to my head and she damn near suffocates me as she holds me still while an excruciatingly long drawn-out cry falls from her lips.

Pulling my head away, I lick my lips to savor the wetness circling them.

Her breasts are heaving, but her face glows with pride.

“You are a natural, and that was fantastic. Let me clean you up.”

I expect her to go get a rag or something, but she simply pulls my face closer with both hands and starts licking her arousal from my lips. It is the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced. To top it off, she smacks her lips in between while exhaling satisfied little groans.

My dick is so fucking hard, I ache for her touch. When I reach for it, she slaps my hand away.

“No, little one, no one touches you but me. You are mine, and I will indulge in you when I see fit. Let’s get you fed.” Standing, she lowers the sleeves of her dress until it free-falls to her feet. It looks like a blue pool of fabric in which I want to drown.

She is stretching herself out in a catlike manner before she lies down, draping herself on the couch before me.

“Get the snacks you have selected and fix yourself dinner. You can only eat whatever has touched my skin.”

Am I understanding her correctly? Is she telling me to use her as my snack plate? I waste no time and rush to the irresponsibly strewn food items. While gathering rogue strawberries off the couch, I scoop the chocolate closer and shake the can of whipped cream.

Without awaiting further instruction, I begin by piping a mound of cream on one of her nipples. I tear open the chocolate and triumphantly insert a piece into the cream. Before I can lick even a dollop of cream from her ample breast, her sharp tone stops me.

“Stop, you are not allowed to eat the chocolate.”

“But why?” I moan.

Her head whips to face me, and I see the strict version of this sweet woman take over.

“But why, Mistress?” I ask more reservedly through clenched teeth.

Satisfied, she grins, “It hasn’t touched my skin. Pick it up and feed it to me.”

Realization follows as I gingerly scoop the piece of chocolate out of the melting cream and offer it to her. She inhales the piece of chocolate completely and slips my index finger into her mouth.

Her moan turns me feral while she sucks every last speck of chocolate from my finger. My throbbing dick is consumed by lust and jolts with every single plunge into her mouth.

Pop! My finger is freed, and she lies back and waits for my next move.

I break off another piece of chocolate, but this time I hold it at the tip and draw melting concentric circles around her other nipple.

“You are such a good boy, little one. Look at you, learning so quickly. What are you going to do next?” she praises.

She moves to her side as to offer her breast to me, and I attack it.

The melted chocolate gets everywhere as I press my face into her welcoming bosom.

When I come up for air, I notice the cream has dripped to the floor.

Nothing I can’t fix. When I pick up the can, I notice the strawberries, and a cunning plan forms in my mind.

Her eyes are glued to my hand as I pick up the juiciest strawberry and bring it closer to her wet pussy.

She opens her legs wider, and the invitation is too good to be true.

I slide the strawberry between her lips.

When I have drenched the strawberry in her arousal, I tilt my head to the side and offer it to her.

Just out of reach of her lips, I force her to obliterate the last inch of distance.

Along with the crunching sound of her biting through the cum-covered strawberry, the first drop of precum leaks out of my frustrated cock. She continues to nibble on the strawberry when my body convulses with an involuntary cry.

“Please!”

She grabs my hair, and I wince at the exhilarating thrill that runs down my spine .

“What do you need, little one? Ask properly and I will give it to you.”

I lick my dry lips and know exactly what to say.

“I need you to touch me and then I need to dip my cock into your soaked pussy, Mistress”

She swings her legs and drops them down to the floor. Still kneeling before her, she grabs the middle of my shirt and rips it open to see buttons flying.

“Rise.”

I do ass instructed and she immediately unbuckle my belt and opens my fly. I shimmy the shirt off. She lets gravity take over for the pants while she grabs my hard cock and wraps her hands around me.

The relief is indescribable. The pressure is crushing.

She lets go and my weeping dick jumps in disapproval. She grabs the can off the couch and lies back down. She sprays a line between her breast all the way to her pussy.

“You can eat your way down and then do what you want. I am yours.”

I practically jump between her legs and indulge in the creaminess I follow to my dream pussy. With every lick, I feel her body react, and it is driving me crazy to have this power over her.

The lower I get, the slower I lick, taunting her into submission.

Her shapely legs hook behind my back and she tries to pull me closer. But I am enjoying the game way too much to give her what she craves.

Stopping before I lick the last dollop of cream, I take my cock and dip it into the cream. Her frustration turns into fascination as she gets up on her elbows to watch me.

“What are you doing, little one?”

Getting up from my position and standing awkwardly, with my cream covered cock in my hand and walk closer to her face.

“I realized I am an extremely bad host. Would you like something to eat as well?”

Power move, that is what this is. And if she is as lustful as her body portrays, there is no way she can resist.

Expecting her to give it one lick at least, I am amazed by the ferocious way she devours my dick deeply.

Only a few seconds later, I register that the deep rumbling noise is from my chest and that this woman is going to make me burst. Her head is bobbing faster, and I stop her by holding her head in place with my hand.

“Not like this, you are mine tonight,” I wheeze.

She opens her legs wider and I accept the invitation. On my knees between her creamy thighs, I find the contrast with the pitch-black couch quite alluring.

Sliding my painful erection through her slippery folds, I can’t help myself from teasing her more.

After all, she loves playing games, right? And if tonight is my turn, then I want to hear her beg for it .

Time to lay on the charm, “You were perfect tonight. No one had a more beautiful woman on his arm.”

Ever so slowly I use my hard tip to apply pressure to her swollen clit and swirl it around.

Her mewling becomes feral, and I know my plan is working. I just don’t know how long I can play without blowing it.

“I especially loved the forceful way you dominated the conversation.” If she wasn’t gasping at the intrusion of my tip shallowly dipping into her wetness, she might have caught on that I was talking about the bathroom incident.

Fortunately for me, she is lost in ecstasy for she hooks her legs over my ass and gives me a defying look before she thrusts me deeper into her wanton pussy.

“Less teasing, more fucking, little one.”

Motionless, her warmth envelops me, and I know I must be dripping inside her. Which brings another notion forward. Last time, we used a condom.

As if reading my mind she states, “I want you to fill me up with so much cum that it runs out of me like a river of lust.”

Her arms weave around my neck, and she pulls me closer for a kiss.

When our lips meet, my restraint fails and my hips jackhammer into her with my balls hitting her ass again and again.

And again. My arms by her sides keep me from crushing her but also allow her breasts to bounce against them with the punishing rhythm my hips set .

My toes dig into the armrest, and I take her as hard as I can. When her body moves up the couch, my arms wrap around her shoulders to keep her from escaping my wrath.

Completely at my mercy, I lick the tops of her breasts trapped between our bodies. The sweet stickiness left behind tastes heavenly, and only one other taste can compete with it.

That ambrosia is soaking me as we speak, and drops of her arousal run along the sensitive seam of my balls, transporting me into another world where I hear her scream my name.

“Griffin!”

Her nails cut into my back, and the pain brings a sweet relief to know that all this is real. Her body convulses below me. Her soaked pussy is squeezing my cock so hard, I struggle to keep my eyes on her beautiful, unrestrained O-face.

Still, I don’t stop. The fire builds, and the orgasm that overwhelms me tears my soul from my body and offers it to her as a sacrifice.

Breathing harshly, we stare at each other with reverence, silently acknowledging the magnitude of what just transpired between us.

Neither one of us wants to admit that something monumental has just occurred, and the smile that adorns her face tells me that, for now, we will ignore the tear in the power realm .

With nothing more to give, I sit on my knees and slowly pull my satisfied dick reluctantly from his new home. Cum runs freely from her pussy onto the seat cushion below us and a sense of accomplishment I have never felt before courses through my veins.

Exhausted, I collapse on her but move slightly to the side so as not to crush her.

Her arm wraps around my neck, and she pulls me closer until my head rests on her still sticky breast.

“You were so beautiful and such a good boy. How do you feel?”

Honestly, I have never come like that before, and not once did I feel the urge to wrap my fingers around a throat. What is this woman doing to me? Changing my whole way of existence one orgasm at a time?

“I am good. It looked like you needed it as much as I had.”

She sighs.

“I really did. But it has never been as good as this.” We look at each other, and I see the same vulnerability in her as I recognize in myself. This might have started as a simple business arrangement, but it is quickly changing into something…so much more.

I can just pray she feels the same.