The Pleasure Principle

Chapter 6

Pete carefully released all the manacles and the spreader and helped Tracie to a sitting position. She felt weak and shaken but still unbelievably stimulated. He poured two glasses of wine from the cooler he'd set up earlier and handed her one.

"To us, my lovely princess. And to heights we have yet to attain." He stretched out his hand and touched his glass to hers. "You know, sugar, I've looked a long time for a woman who could match my s****l appetite and enjoy the things I do. I certainly never expected to find it at my new office."

She gave him a glance filled with speculation. "Surely in New York - especially in that club you belonged to - there must have been many women who could match you."

He reached over and stroked his fingers down her cheek. "But none so real about it. None who took pleasure and thrived on it. Not like you, princess. With you everything is new and fresh. I don't think I'll ever tire of this."

Tracie's heart did a tiny hitch. Was he trying to tell her something, or just flattering her in the moment? She decided no good could come of over-examining Pete's words. It was what it was. Beyond that she'd learned to have no expectations.

Pete was watching her as he sipped at his wine, eyes taking in every inch of her as he idly stroked his c**k.

"No thinking, princess. Only feeling. That's all that's going on here tonight."

"Can I ask you a question?"

He grinned. "Sure. Ask away."

"What are all those things in the other room? We just kind of zipped through them without explanation."

He moved closer and lifted his hand from his c**k to one of her breasts. As he talked he idly rolled one n****e between thumb and forefinger. "Tomorrow, sugar. Those are things we work up to."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean tonight is preparation for the big playroom." He opened the drawers in one of the nightstands and took out some of the toys they kept there. "But we're going to try another new thing along with some of your favorites."

"My favorites?"

"Uh huh. "He placed the vibrating butt plug, the vibrator that clamped over her entire vulva and the lubricant on the bed. To the pile he added the leather glove from the carton. Then he picked up the discarded handcuffs. "You know how you love those little spanking sessions we have?"

"Yes." She wet her lips nervously.

"You love punishment, don't you, sugar."

She nodded. Would she ever have thought something like that would give her such pleasure?

"You get so hot just from my hand I thought I'd add a little spice to it. Turn around."

Obediently she turned toward the bed.

Pete snapped handcuffs on her wrists and ankles and secured them to the bedposts. Then he dropped to his knees behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass. He spread the firm globes with one hand while the other applied lube generously to her anus. Two fingers slid inside, making sure the tunnel was properly prepared. She thought she knew what he had in mind and when she felt the tip of the plug press against her she knew she was right. Her p***y began to clench.

"Take a deep breath and let it out slowly," he ordered.

As she was releasing her breath, he pushed the plug inside her until it was seated all the way. Then he pushed again and the plug began to vibrate. She felt her juices start to drip from her cunt.

"Everything good, princess?"

"Yes." She nodded again. "Yes, it's good." You know it's good, Pete. You know how hot this makes me.

"The glove I showed you is a spanking glove. The leather has a different effect than my hand. We'll see how you like it."

He began to spank her ass in a methodical rhythm, one side, the other side, then across the cleft. The leather glove had a greater stinging effect than Pete's bare hand, just as he'd told her, and Tracie felt her ass begin to burn. When he slapped her right on the plug, the vibrations shot through her body like hundreds of electrical jolts. Upright and spread-eagled as she was, there wasn't even a chance to absorb the intensity of the shocks. Instead licks of fire blazed through her and she knew her cunt was drenched.

Abruptly the spanking stopped, Pete knelt behind her and began to kiss the reddened to move into it, but he laughed softly.

"Oh, princess, I'm afraid after this weekend I'll have a real addict on my hand. If you like this, tomorrow night will show you how the pleasure principle really works." He reached between her legs and dragged his fingers along her wet, wet slit. "Oh, yes. I knew I was right."

The spankings resumed and Tracie felt the throbbing in her cunt reach almost unbearable proportions. As her body began to shake with the effort to control herself, Pete tossed the glove onto the bed and climbed onto the bed in front of her. His c**k was swollen and throbbing, the head a dark purple glistening with precum. He moved so his groin was directly in front of Tracie's mouth.

"Would you like to come, princess?" His voice was like a soft caress.

"Yes." She swallowed. "Please."

"Put my c**k in your mouth and suck me off. If you do a good job, I'll let you come."

Tracie opened her mouth and slid it over Pete's c**k, trying to control the shudders that kept building and building as the plug continued vibrating. She took Pete into her mouth as far as she could and began the rhythm with her mouth that he loved so much. He threaded his hands through her hair, guiding her as he always did, pumping his hips as she felt him reaching orgasm. Then the first splash of semen hit the back of her throat and she began to swallow convulsively, swallow it all down as he always wanted her to.

She heard his breathing slow and felt his hands loosen on her head. When she drew back his c**k slipped from her mouth and he moved off the bed. Tracie was nearly exhausted with the effort to keep her orgasm at bay, her cunt begging for relief, the heat building low in her abdomen and trying to climb through the rest of her body.

Pete was behind her now, his chin resting on her shoulder, and he nibbled lightly on her ear lobe. His hands moved up and down her arms, the caresses only adding to her tension.

"Do you want to come?" he asked again.

She nodded, unable to speak, almost crying with frustration.

"You've earned it." He knelt behind her, turned up the speed on the vibrator and slid three fingers into her p***y. His other hand reached underneath her and with his thumb and forefinger he began to pull on her clit. "Come for me, princess. Now."

She exploded. Her body shook from head to toe, her vaginal muscles clamped down on his fingers like a steel tunnel, and she poured into his hand. Like a rider one a roller coaster, she surged over the top and plunged down to the bottom. She heard herself scream, again and again, until finally every drop of liquid, every tiny spasm, had been wrested from her body. Her head fell forward and she drew in great lungfuls of air.