"Do you want release pretty bird? Do you want me to let you fly on the wings of orgasmic bliss?"
This time there was no doubt about the pleading in her voice, "Please.. yes... please, please, please, don't leave me here like this..."
"You want more to suck on, pretty bird, or more between your legs...?"
"Yes, yes.. both... please... don't stop now..." Her hips still moved against the table as she strained for any contact or touch.. still hanging on that edge, but feeling herself slip further down from that peak... tears running down her cheeks in her frustration...
"Soon... very soon... but just not yet, pretty bird... not just yet..." His fingers lightly brushed against her neck and then ran along her skin up to her chin. He closed her mouth and held it shut with just a hint of pressure. Leaning forward, he brushed her lips with his, startling her with the contact and then he pulled back once more. "Soon," he whispered...
And the room grew silent...
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Elyndria's body quivered in frustration and need, aching with desire that struggled to be satisfied. She couldn't hold back little mews and soft moans of frustration as she squirmed within her bonds... If only one hand or leg could be released for a moment, she could satisfy herself and quench this burning hunger between her legs, and through her entire body. She could feel her nether lips were still swollen and open, the feel of the air a bit chill from the nectar that had so copiously flowed from her body drying against her skin. She tried to imagine something erotic and tantalizing to bring her to release just using her mind, but the images that came were full of what had just happened and the lack of any physical simulation just made her more frustrated in her failure.
Her face was still wet from the tears of frustration she had cried earlier... then more tears started to flow from beneath the blindfold. Quiet sobs filled the air as she struggled to be quiet and failed miserably. How could he do this to her? How could he keep her wanting like this? Wasn't she doing everything he asked of her? She found herself seeking out contact with him, wanting to please him and do as he asked... and she didn't even know who he was or anything about him. Just that he had molded her like an artisan creating a vase from wet clay upon a wheel. Her body slowly came down from the peaks he had taken her to, despite her feeble attempts to maintain her arousal. She could feel her nipples soften and her muscles relax a bit, her body returning to its normal state, yet she could feel that fire deep with her... not quenched but merely banked for the moment.
He looked on and watched Elyndria from across the room. The sight of her tears and her body quivering in her need upon the table were signs that she was ready for the next step... ready to realize a part of what she would do in her desire and need. A yearning need he had awakened and encouraged like a master cook added coal and wood to a fire to get just the right temperature for his creations. He stepped back to the table silently and bent down beside her head. With a soft whisper, barely audible he asked, "are you ready, pretty bird?"
Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest at the sound of his voice, its pounding beat surging in response to the rush flowing through her body. "Yes. YES. YESSSS, I'm ready... Oh please, I'm ready..." Her breaths were coming in gasps now and she could feel her body flush with desire. Her nipples swelling and hardening and the nectar between her legs beginning to flow again and he had not even touched her. Gods what he was doing to her.
She could hear the rustling of cloth and then a light creaking from beside her head. The voice came from above her... further away now as he said, "We shall see." She opened her mouth and extended her tongue in anticipation of what was to come, and she could feel a warm breath wafting across her nether lips. She felt the shaft slide down to her tongue, but it was different this time. She explored with her tongue and felt the difference in shape... a ridge that wasn't there before, and a small depression in the tip... and oh gods, it was warm... the sudden dawning on her that this was HIS cock in her mouth. For a fleeting instant, she thought of biting savagely upon it, and then she reached up with her lips and surrounded the head, sucking it into her mouth and laving her tongue in tight spirals around the tip. She felt a tongue dipping into her sex, tasting her and teasing her with its caresses.
All thought was abandoned as the turgid shaft was pushed deeper into her mouth. She took each additional inch willingly, surrendering herself to the man and the moment. Her tongue swirled around and along his length, concentrating on that spot where the flanges of the head come together. Her lips closed tightly around him, sucking him deeper and welcoming him in. He withdrew a bit, and then slide back into her mouth... each stroke a bit deeper than the one before, just as he had with the wooden shaft. This time though, the taste was of him, of his maleness, his own arousal and lust. She savored the taste of his cock in her mouth, something she'd have never considered before, but now hungered for. Her tongue teased at the tip, trying to coax out that first sign of his pleasure, that first slippery drop of his nectar.
Two fingers and a tongue were buried deep inside her, drawing out her own flowing nectar. She could feel her hips moving already, her lips clenching around the fingers as she sought to draw them deep inside herself as her mouth sucked in his cock. They curled and wriggled inside her, the tongue flicking and making tight circles around her wet pearl, driving her crazy with lust and desire. It was like tossing lamp oil on a fire, the sudden conflagration that erupted inside her. She wanted all of him inside her, and uttered soft moans of pleasure around his shaft, her head moving now, coaxing him deeper inside, wanting to feel his need in her mouth, wanting to drive him to the distractions and pleasures she was receiving, and hoping this time she'd find release... that she'd be good enough for him to reward her.
Elyndria suddenly tasted something hot and slightly salty on the tip of her tongue. A wave of pleasure washed through her as she congratulated herself for her success. Her lips wrapped around the head and her tongue teased out that first droplet of his arousal, sucking and licking at the tip to draw out more. She could taste the first stream of his precum oozing out of him, and she pushed her head up to meet his hips coming down, driving his length down her throat. She could feel the soft curly hairs of his pubic regions against her face, and his swollen sack brushed against her nose. Yes! She had done it... she had taken him all... he just had to reward her now. His motions took on a new urgency as his long slow strokes pumped in and out of her mouth. She breathed deep through her nose each time he withdrew and kept her lips and tongue busy along his shaft, sucking him deep on each stroke, and trying to keep him inside her as he pulled away.
He had felt that moment of her surrender and acceptance and his own growing pleasure with her oral efforts. She had indeed earned her reward and he motioned for the efforts between her legs to continue. He let himself go with the feelings she was giving him, and he felt that burning desire growing inside his loins as well... soon she would be rewarded with her own release.. and something more precious... with the gift of his seed. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace now, her lips and tongue caressing and sucking him in deeply, drawing him in towards his own release... Throwing his head back, he let out a long moan of pleasure and called out to her, "Time to feed you pretty bird. Don't disappoint me." With that, he pulled his swollen cock out till just the head remained in her mouth and the hot jets of his seed began erupting into her mouth in long, strong spurts.
She heard his moans above him, and his command and so she wasn't surprised when her mouth was suddenly filling with that hot, sweet nectar of his cum. She swallowed furiously, trying to keep up with the flow of his passion, tongue swirling and caressing the head, striving to draw out and devour every last drop and then her own body seemed to explode. She cried out around his cock as her body jerked uncontrollably, the fingers and tongue seemingly latched into her body as spasms of pleasure and release surged through her. She could hear the sound of her hips slamming against the table as she jerked against the caresses, threatening to pass out from the sheer energy it consumed, the sea of ecstasy that had been pent up inside her all this time being released all at once.
He slid his swollen length inside her mouth once more, and she sucked and cleaned him off with her tongue and lips. Elyndria could feel his hardness starting to diminish as he slowly withdrew it, and heard the table creak slightly once more as he moved off from it. Her own body was slowly coming down from the clouds where she had been thrust to, such a sweet, incredible feeling it had been. She'd never before known such pleasure.
"Very good, pretty bird... very good indeed. And this just a small step towards the places we have yet to go. Rest for now, and I shall have you cleaned up for your next lesson."
She could only nod her head as her mind was awash with the thought that this was just an early step? What was he going to do to her and make her feel that was so much better than this? Her mind and body simply couldn't handle the aftermath of what happened and think of the future as well, and she found herself drifting off to sleep.
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