"Here kitty kitty kitty..."
She moaned as I tossed the feather aside, leaning down to lick her swollen * lips. I'd been doing this for hours. Bringing her to the brink with my tongue and fingers and then stopping, and switching to the feather. Her gorgeous thighs flexed as she rocked her hips, desperate for her release.
I pulled her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it rapidly. I could tell she was close when I stopped abruptly. I blew cool air on her *, licking my lips regretfully.
"I don't want to stop, you know. You are making me do this."
I pulled the gag free, offering her a sip of water. She cursed at me in Italian, something she only did when she was really, really mad. I started to put the gag back in.
"Wait!"
I raised my eyebrows, waiting.
"What the hell do you want, Daniel?"
"I want you."
"I'm here dammit! I'm getting bored with your little game."
I dragged my finger down her chest to her *, twirling it over her nub. She moaned, rocking her hips instinctively.
"Are you?"
"Damn you! What will it take to make you stop?"
"I want you to say the words."
"Fine. What words?"
I stared deep into her beautiful eyes and stroked her clit.
"I love you."
She glared at me. I shook my head, putting the gag back in place.
"Maybe in a few more hours you will be more agreeable."
"Hmmffff!!!"
I pulled the gag out again.
"Yes?"
"Fine, I love you! Please untie me now."
I smiled at her.
"I know you do Countess. I just wanted to hear you say it."
"Please Daniel... I can't take much more of this."
I shook my head.
"That was only the first part."
She swallowed nervously.
"What is the second part?"
"Oh nothing. Just a lifetime commitment."
Her eye grew wide with horror.
"Say you will marry me Francesca."
"Daniel-please... You know I don't believe in marriage."
"But I do."
I smiled at her, my fingers busy with her nipples now. She moaned, trying to focus. I didn't make it any easier on her.
"Do you want me to marry you just to appease you? That's insanity! What if we get bored of each other? What if-"
I stood up and started stripping.
"I won't get bored."
Her eyes were glued to my cock as I stood up, fully undressed. I stroked it slowly, staring between her legs.
"Will you?"
Her breath was coming rapidly.
"No, I don't think I will."
I grinned.
"So?"
"Daniel please-don't make me do this."
I shook my head, pushing the ball gag back into place. Then I crossed the room, digging out a butt plug with a long fluffy black tail, thigh high boots and a latex corset.
"Okay then. Let's get started."
Francesca
I hung from the ceiling, balanced precariously on a pair of absurdly high heeled boots. Shoes that only a hooker would wear. 'Come fuck me boots', we used to call them.
If only Daniel would actually fuck me!
I could see myself in the mirror. I looked ridiculous. Like a blow up doll on steroids. The corset pushed my bare tits up and out. My nipples were red from Daniel's fingers and lips. I looked like a stripper on Halloween with the damn cat ears. The tail was the worst though. It was attached to a plug that Daniel had gently pushed into my ass, making me feel strangely overstuffed.
A fucking tail!
My wrists were bound together and attached to a rope that hung from a sturdy hook in the ceiling. My ankles were held apart by a metal bar with fasteners at each end.
'A spreader' Daniel had called it.
I was well and truly spread. I couldn't have closed my legs if I wanted to. I couldn't even rub them together to ease the ache between them.
That was definitely deliberate.
Daniel stood behind me, his eyes eating up my obscene reflection in the mirror. His cock rubbed against my * lips as he taunted me, pinching my nipples as he grinded into me, not penetrating me at all.
My traitorous body was responding for the hundredth time. He hadn't touched my clit in an hour. He'd just been toying with me to get me to do what he wanted. I hated it.
But it was working.
He stepped away, one hand on his cock. I watched as he stroked it, his other hand on my ass. Then he pulled his hand back and smacked me.
Hard.
I shook, barely able to keep my feet.
I watched in horrified fascination as he spanked me, one cheek after the other. Each time my breasts bounced obscenely. Each time, I felt myself getting a little bit more turned on.
So was he.
He was breathing heavily as he started to work his cock in earnest. I moaned, desperate to feel it inside me. He was going to finish without me!
I watched as he pumped the cum out of his shaft. It spilled over his hand like a creamy vanilla milkshake.
He held up his hand and offered me some, pulling the gag aside.
To my shame, I licked his fingers clean.
Eagerly.
"You know I hate to waste it but..."
I moaned as he slid his clean fingers into my *.
"Are you ready to be a good girl now?"
I nodded, desperate for him to let me come.