The Pleasure Principle

Chapter 4

Pete moved Tracie while he stripped everything but the sheet from their bed, fetched one of the big bath towels, and stretched her out on it. He positioned her so her heels were at the edge of the mattress, knees bent, legs wife apart. Methodically he lit the candles that were set around the room in holders, punched the button that turned on the stereo so that soft jazz floated into the room, and took a small vial of oil from the warmer where he kept it.

"First rule: from now on you only come when I tell you to. Okay?"

"I-I guess."

He caressed her cheek. "You'll find out that having to hold off until I say you can come will give you unbelievable orgasms."

"A-All right." She'd thought she should be fighting fear over this, but instead she was becoming more and more aroused. She was giving her body to him to do whatever he wished. She would have no voice in the matter. And she couldn't wait to get started.

Pete poured the scented oil into his palms, rubbed them together and leaned over to place his hands on her shoulders. "This oil will protect your body, princess. I don't want the cold metal of the restraints - or anything else - to harm the gorgeous, beautiful skin."

He began a slow massage, rubbing her shoulders, tracing her collar bone, over the slope of her breasts, n*****s, down into the softness of her abdomen. Every few minutes he stopped and replenished the oil in his palms. He rubbed slow circles on the insides of her thighs, her knees, her legs, down to her feet. Every area of her body he had so carefully bathed he now applied the oil to with the same skilled touch. Her skin began to tingle pleasantly.

When he had massaged every area of her front except her p***y, he turned her over and began on her back, his fingers drawing patterns along her spine. When he reached her waist, he moved down to her ankles and began to work his way up.

"This oil has special ingredients in it to stimulate even as it calms." His voice was slightly hoarse. "You'll understand what I mean shortly."

When he reached her ass, he spent long minutes massaging the cheeks, running his fingers along the crease at the tops of her thighs.

"Princess, reach back here with your hands and pull those beautiful cheeks apart." He tapped the globes of her buttocks.

Tracie did as he asked. Was he going to put one of the butt plugs in? Or something else? Then she felt the warm trickle of oil on her anus, and in a minute two of Pete's fingers began working the oil inside her. And then she understood what he'd said earlier. As soon as the oil hit the tender skin inside that hot channel, her flesh began to tingle in a strange way, and to her surprise, her p***y also began to quiver.

"Tell me you like that," he ordered.

She nodded her head.

"In words, Tracie. I like to hear you say it."

"Yes, yes, I like it."

She heard him chuckle softly.

"I knew you would." He leaned over and planted a row of kisses along her spine. "Tonight is about pleasuring you, princess. To see how high I can take you before finally letting you have that all-important orgasm. But just like always, any time I do something you really don't want, tell me to stop. Okay?"

"Okay."

He turned her over, bent her legs again, and poured some of the oil directly into her open cunt. She twitched slightly then forced herself to stay still, wondering. Slowly Pete began to rub the oil all over her labia, her clit, and into her v****a. The more he stroked, the more he rubbed it into her skin, the stronger the tingling sensation. She felt as if a thousand tiny wires were stimulating her and she knew her cunt was dripping.

"Don't worry about the cream running out of you," he said, as if reading her mind. "That shows me how aroused you are. The more your juices flow, the more I like it." He leaned close again. "But do not come until I give permission."

She nodded.

Pete reached down beside him and pulled up two sets of handcuffs. In a moment he had her wrists cuffed and manacled to the bed, her arms stretched taut over her head, arching her breasts up to him. He tugged on the n*****s and watched the reaction on her face.

"Like that, do you? Tomorrow I have a treat for these little luscious buds." He bent down to retrieve two pillows from the floor and placed them under her hips. "Almost ready, princess."

He lifted two more pairs of handcuffs from the carton and locked one around each ankle. Then he showed her the thigh spreader again.

"Bend your legs again, baby, the way I like you to. Good." He nodded when she complied.

Moving her legs as far apart as he could get them, he clamped one manacle of the spreader around each thigh and hooked the cuffs around her ankles to the thigh manacles. She was now effectively helpless, her ass and her p***y fully exposed for whatever he chose to do.

He stroked his engorged c**k. "Just the anticipation makes me horny as hell. Do you like to see my c**k swell, sugar?"

She nodded. "Yes." Would he ever get on with this?

Without giving her any warning, he leaned forward, spread the lips of her cunt as far apart as he could get them and penetrated her with his tongue. Tracie gritted her teeth to force herself to stay still. Pete had a truly wicked tongue, and the things he could do with it were amazing. Now he concentrated on licking the inside of her v****a in long, slow strokes, then suddenly lapping the sensitive skin between her cunt and her asshole. Then back again.

She knew she was creaming and she could feel little spasms trying to overtake her body. But Pete felt it, too, because he backed off, but not before gently nipping her clit. He picked up the short thin rod with the cluster of feathers at the end and turned back to her.

"Dallas swears by this," he grinned. "I've never used it before, but I thought it would be something new to try. Let's see how that gorgeous cunt likes the soft caress of these feathers."

If she thought his tongue was arousing, it was nothing compares to what he was doing to her now. He played the feathers over her clit, barely touching it like the whisper of a kiss. Back and forth. Back and forth. She clenched her jaw not to cry out. Then up and down her dripping slit, in the same even rhythm. He stopped and she nearly sobbed, craving that ghost of a touch. Through slitted eyes she saw him watching her, his eyes filled with possessive lust. He gave her a carnal smile and resumed stroking with the feathers.