PHOENIX AFTER DARK (LET'S MAKE A LOVE SCENE
Vienna had fucked up. She knew it the moment they got into the house. Tension was thick between them. At dinner she had misbehaved and she was going to have to pay the piper. She slid off her high heels and headed to the bedroom. As she entered the space a shiver ran down her spine. It smelled like him and her and the sexual games they liked to play.
She stepped into the master bath and turned on the shower. Steam filled the room quickly and she hopped into the shower. The hot water pelted her skin as she scrubbed it with the sugar based exfoliate. The scent of honey and amber filled the air.
Vienna got out of the shower and patted her sensitive skin lightly with a fluffy white towel. Just as she reached for the jar of coconut oil the sounds of Janet Jackson’s Rope Burn floated from the speakers. She moaned in anticipation. Tonight she was going to be punished and damn if she wasn’t excited.
She speedily oiled her skin and walked into the bedroom. He was nowhere in sight but a white lace bra and panty set was laid out on the bed. She donned the garments, loving the feel of the sumptuous material on her skin. Vienna felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she glanced over her shoulder. There he was—the man who, with a single look, could turn her into a simpering mess of a woman. To the outside world she was a strong, no nonsense, and dominant woman. With Trevor, she easily gave up control. It balanced her world and she desperately needed that…needed him.
Without saying a word, he walked before her and Vienna casted her eyes downward. She felt his fingers in her hair and a slight tug. She looked him in his eyes. They were full of fire. His lips were a scant inch away from hers and she wanted to feel them against her. Trevor raised an eyebrow as if challenging her and she moaned softly. He chuckled knowingly. Fisting his hand in her hair, he led her to The Tower.
The Tower was a six foot metal stand. He placed her against it, the lone metal rod against her spine. He cuffed her wrists to either side of the rod. The base of The Tower came equipped with ankle cuffs and she was soon shackled that way as well. Walking away from her, he went to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room and pulled out a pair of Ben Wa balls and a wand vibrator.
Kneeling in front of her, he placed the wand vibrator in the holder attached to The Tower. It rested against her clit. Placing two thick fingers inside of her, he gathered her juices on his digits and coated the balls with them. Slowly he pushed one then the other inside of her and her walls automatically clamped down on them.
He stood and admired his handiwork before turning away from her. He unbuttoned his gray Ralph Lauren shirt and let it drop to the floor—his beautiful back on full display. He once again rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a few items. Ignoring her, he laid out rope, a nipple and clit clamp chain, a nipple/clit pump, a paddle—inscribed with the word Mine—and vibrating anal beads on the padded bench at the foot of the bed.
Walking back towards her, he licked his full lips. “I’m going to blindfold you.” Soon her vision was blocked and the rest of her senses were heightened. “I’m going to turn the wand on and then take a shower. Tonight you will be punished. Do you know why you are being punished?”
She cleared her dry throat. “Because…I played with your dick at dinner without permission.”
“What’s the safe word?”
“Violet,” she whispered.
“Good girl, I’ll be back.” The vibrator came to life and she moaned loud. “Do not let those balls drop. I don’t care how much you cum. They better stay inside of you.”
Twenty minutes later he walked back into the room and she was nothing but a writhing mass of overly stimulated flesh. At least ten orgasms had ripped through her statuesque body and she knew that by the time he was done that number would double…at least.
She felt him lift the vibrator away and turn it off. She could smell the D&G body wash that clung to his skin. She could feel his heat and hear his heavy breathing. He was just as aroused as she was and that made her smile. His fingers probed between her legs and she could actually hear his smile when he encountered the Ben Wa balls. Pride bloomed in her chest.
He released her from The Tower, rubbing the skin on her wrists and ankles. He led her to the bed and bent her over the edge, her ass high in the air. She knew what was coming and waited with bated breath. She could hear his movements, could smell his nearness but he did not make a move towards her. The anticipation was killing her, making her ache and had her breath bursting through her parted lips in short puffs.
The sting of the paddle landed on her ample ass, causing it to jiggle and for her to scream out. Blow after blow set her body aflame until she felt the stirrings of an orgasm. She bit her lip until she tasted blood as she tried to hold back. She had yet to receive permission.
He pulled her up by her hair, bringing her flush against his bare chest. She groaned at the contact. “Kneel,” he whispered hotly against her neck.
Turning towards him, she knelt on the plush carpet. Once again she heard his movements, smelled his scent as he walked around the room. The silky roughness of the rope caressed her shoulders before wrapping around her breasts. With sure movements Trevor bound her breasts before tying her hands behind her back. He grasped her by her jaw and pulled her upright. The rip of Vienna’s soaked panties bounced off the walls as he bared her lower region. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air.
