Sweet Surrender [27/12. evening]- Xmas 1677

[Aria]

Juliana liked his hair, which was one reason she kept pulling on it. So many gentlemen didn't have much these days, preferring to keep it close-cropped under their periwigs. She thought that most gentlemen who wore periwigs looked like fops. There were a few who managed to look gorgeous in them, but they were the exception rather than the rule.

 

She was surprised that Charles had such good balance, fully expecting that he would fall at least once. When he faltered, she did not slow down to give him time to steady himself, which would have been a kindness that Venus would not have allowed him, considering how furious she was at him.

 

His moan told her that he probably suspected what was coming, and he seemed rather eager for it. While he obeyed her command, Juliana went the cupboard where her scarves were kept and took out three more. Moving to another cupboard, she removed a long crimson ribbon and carried them back where he awaited her. She took a few moments to admire his fine bum before rounding the table and tying one of the scarves around his other wrist. She wrapped the ends of both scarves around the top of the table legs, which was why she had told him to stretch out his arms.

 

As she strolled back to the other side of the table, she ran her fingernails lightly down his back and over his arse. Kneeling down, she tied the other two scarves to his ankles and bound them to the bottom of the other two table legs. All of the bonds were loose enough that he could break free of them easily if he wanted to.

 

Standing up, she moved into his line of vision and tickled his cheek with the ribbon. "It looks I have one restraint left." Her voice was playful. mysterious. "Whatever shall I do with it?" Juliana knew exactly what she was going to do, but she wanted to build up the suspense and make him wonder what she had in mind.

[Charles Audley]

Charles would have agreed entirely with Juliana's thoughts on periwigs, had she voiced them. Quite aside from the aesthetic concerns, he found the damned things devilishly uncomfortable. (Admittedly, he would have been perfectly willing to accept the latter were it not for the former.) Alas, most gentlemen were not as willing as he to invest the required time and effort to keep long locks clean and properly tended to.

 

Such sartorial concerns were far from his mind as he stretched out over the table, trembling in delightful anticipation, entirely at the (hopefully utterly non-existent) mercy of Venus. He moaned shamelessly as she bound him and arched his back into her touch as her nails trailed lines of lightning down his back. His tongue was hanging out by the time she started tickling his cheek with that ribbon.

 

"Whatever you desire, Domina," he managed to gasp out in answer to her question. (Juliana might well not have wanted a reply, but that was the fun of it, wasn't it?)

 

As to the ribbon, Charles could think of at least three interesting potential uses for it. He was quite looking forward to seeing which his mistress chose.

[Aria]

Juliana didn't care if Charles spoke as long as he was properly respectful. “Yes, whatever I wish.” She grinned wickedly and then circled the table until she was in back of him again, lowering herself gracefully to the floor so that she could easily reach his cock, which was standing so magnificently at attention.

 

Sliding the ribbon around it, she pulled both ends until they were even. Being careful not to touch him, she wove the crimson silk around his shaft, starting at the bottom and moving slowly upward. When she reached the head of it, she tied the ends in a bow. Now every move he made would cause a bit of friction between the ribbon and his skin.

 

And he would most definitely move in a few short moments. “There,” she proclaimed with satisfaction as she stood up. “And now for your punishment.”

 

Drawing back her hand, she slapped his well-formed backside quite forcefully. Juliana was strong for a woman, and while the pain wouldn't be unbearable, it would certainly sting. Over and over, she spanked him, watching with amusement and rising desire as his arse began to redden slightly beneath her hand.

[Charles Audley]

Oh, that bloody minx.

 

Charles could not stifle the whimpers that left him as Juliana twined that tortuously smooth ribbon about his cock. The brush of the cloth on his flesh was almost unbearably pleasurable in his current state. It would be worse, he knew, when he started moving, and he was as certain as his mistress that move he would.

 

He arched his back when she announced it was at last time for his punishment, presenting his arse properly for her, stopping just short of wiggling. (The friction, as expected, was a delectable torment.)

 

The sound of his lewd moan was swallowed by the crack of her hand on his backside. Charles started, arching his back further. Juliana had an unexpectedly strong arm, not that he was complaining. Charles rather enjoyed the contrast of sensation. Barely, he gathered sufficient air through his gasping to fill his role in their current game.

 

"O-one. Thank you Domina."

 

He kept up the count and thanks throughout his spanking, adding in theatrical whimpering and mewling as they progressed

[Aria]

By the way he raised his bum in the air, Juliana could tell that he knew what was coming. The ribbon around his cock, she believed, had been a surprise, hopefully a very pleasurable one. His whimpers and moans increased the fire burning within her and the ache between her thighs was now nearly painful. Something needed to be done about that, and soon.

 

She had not expected Charles to count each slap as it fell, and she enjoyed that almost as much as she liked the satisfying smack her hand made when it hit his arse. The strength of each blow varied … some were soft, others were hard. She spanked one cheek and then the other, alternating between them.

 

Juliana smiled as she imagined what that ribbon was doing to him as he writhed and arched his back. When he had counted to ten, she switched hands and at the count of twenty, she stopped. His backside had reddened quite nicely and she could see the outline of her hand against his flesh.

 

She moved around the table again. Bending forward, she kissed his forehead, her full breasts dangling in front of his face and giving him the opportunity to misbehave again if he wanted to. “Shall I continue?” she asked. “Or are you ready for your next task?”

[Charles Audley]

"T-twenty, thank you Domina," Charles managed to groan out, voice hoarse with lust. He was genuinely wriggling by now, both for Juliana'a benefit and in search of more exquisite friction between that damned ribbon and his cock. He knew his facial expression must have been quite a sight, nostrils flaring and eye rolling in his head. He must have looked quite mad.

 

He whimpered softly as Juliana kissed his forehead. Her breasts were a nigh-irresistible temptation, but resist he did. He could not touch without permission. (That decision was made easier by his shrewd idea that permission would soon be forthcoming.) The answer to her question was instinctive, though, spilling out through his aroused panting almost without conscious volition.

 

"I am your slave Domina. That is for you to say."

[Aria]

The ribbon was an erotic trick she had never tried before, and now that she knew how well it worked, Juliana would definitely use it again. She was tormenting him in an excruciatingly pleasurable way without even touching him and she enjoyed the way he wriggled and panted, trying to produce more friction after she had stopped spanking him. Although she longed to untie him, tell him to sit on the chaise lounge, and impale herself upon him, she wanted to drag out their naughty foreplay a bit longer.

 

Charles did not try to kiss or lick her breasts, which surprised her a bit. She had thought he would jump at the chance, as much as it was possible for one to jump while tied to a table. Because she had been looking forward to it, she decided to punish him a bit more.

 

“Very well.” Crossing over to the vanity, she picked up a gilded mirror and then walked over to him and smacked him with the back of it, wondering at the sensations the smooth cool metal would give him. Juliana didn't hit him as hard as she had done with her hand, so as not to break the expensive glass. She gave him ten lashes this time and then set the mirror aside.

 

“All that exertion has famished me,” she announced as she bent down to untie his ankles from the table legs, leaving the scarves wrapped around them as she planned to use them later. She did the same with his wrists. “Stand up, slave. Now you must feed me, and in case you didn't know, the goddess of love gets her nourishment from kisses. Kiss me and satisfy my hunger. You may touch me if you think it will help appease my appetite."

[Charles Audley]

Charles nearly did jump when Juliana swatted his backside with the mirror. Tied down as he was, he had not seen what she had done at the vanity, and the cool metal of the mirror's back was a marked contrast. Not unpleasant but most unexpected. Charles just about managed to gather himself sufficiently to respond appropriately.

 

"Twenty-one, thank you Domina. Twenty-two, thank you Domina..."

 

(Charles, as it happened, had never had a relationship based on these sort of games. If Juliana continued to be so wonderfully, effortlessly commanding and so exquisitely creative, he might consider reviewing that policy. It was... nice, for want of a better word, not to have to be the one driving things on.)

 

He could do nothing than pant and whimper as his mistress unbound him from the table. Frankly, it was taking quite an effort of will not to rock his hips in search of more stimulation from that wonderful, diabolical ribbon. Finally free, he made a plaintive noise in his throat at Juliana's next command. Right now, being told that he could actually touch his goddess seemed the grandest thing in the world.

 

Straightening, he turned slowly to face her. A nervous gulp as he steeled himself, and then Charles leaned in to press his lips to hers, reaching out to gird her waist. The kiss steadily deepened as he sought to sate Juliana's appetite, hands sliding out to massage first the small of her back and then dipping down to grab at her bum, caressing smoothly. Feeling the need to breath, he broke the kiss and moved his lips down her throat.

[Aria]

As he turned to face her, Juliana's eyes went immediately to his cock, wrapped like a present in a crimson ribbon. Eventually she would wish to remove it, and she contemplated several different methods that would give him different but very pleasurable sensations. For now, though, it would stay on, teasing and tantalizing him until she decided to replace it with her hands or her lips.

 

She had already tasted Charles' kisses and had found them divine. He didn't have to worry about displeasing her but he was playing his part to perfection and his feigned nervousness was endearing. How many ladies, she wondered, had seen him quiver and heard him whimper? How many had he allowed to command him as she was doing now? Tonight, he was not the cocky rogue she had met at the ball, but a humble slave afraid of offending his goddess. In truth, she liked him both ways.

 

He kissed her softly at first, his lips barely brushing against hers. His hands encircled her waist, their warmth permeating her skin and sending more heat sizzling through her body. Her breasts felt heavy and continued to ache and as he deepened the kiss and caressed her back. When he grabbed her bum, Juliana pressed her bosom to his chest, her sensitive nipples tingling at the contact. The wetness between her thighs intensified and she opened her mouth so that he could plunge his tongue inside if he chose to do so.

 

She didn't realize that she needed breath until he broke the kiss, and she moaned as his lips left a fiery trail of bliss down her throat. “I'm still hungry,” she gasped. “Keep feeding me with your kisses, and if you please me, I will let you drink my nectar.”

[Charles Audley]

Well, with a prize like that on offer, what was a man to do? Perhaps it was just as well that his face was buried in her neck, for his eye involuntarily flashed in a most unservile manner at Juliana's words. She doubtless felt the way his cock twitched in response, though, trapped as it was between them.

 

Charles kissed down to the pulse point in her throat, pausing there to suckle hard at it. (He ordinarily took greater care about not potentially leaving marks where they might be seen, but his customary decorum was long fled. Frankly, he was not certain that he remained capable of speech.) A hand slid up from her backside, fingertips trailing lightly over hip and ribs, to caress a breast. He could feel Juliana's nipples pressing into his chest, an almost unbearably erotic sensation equalled only by that evoked by her pleasured moans. A low growl escaped him, self-control too eroded to remain perfectly in character.

 

Finally abandoning his suckling, Charles kissed his way back up her throat and then along her jawline to her ear. A brief pause to nibble delicately at the lobe before he moved to reclaim her lips. He was determined to kiss her into at least a minor swoon, however short of breath the endeavour might leave him.

[Aria]

Juliana could feel his cock twitch against her stomach when she hinted that she might allow him to drink her nectar. Even now, it was sliding down her inner thigh, warm and wet. She wanted to grind her hips against him but a goddess had to remain aloof, at least for a little while longer. It was difficult not to respond more fully to the magic of his lips. She did not expect him to suckle her throat, particularly not vigorously enough to be alluringly painful. He would probably leave his mark on her, but she didn't care. It could be easily covered by jewelry if she chose to hide it.

 

She threw her head back to give him better access, her long blonde hair bouncing against her back. Juliana had suspected from their encounter in the labyrinth that Charles knew how to worship a woman, and she had not been mistaken. Eventually, she would worship him too, but now she was able to be a bit selfish, to simply enjoy the tantalizing sensations rippling through her body as his hand moved upward to caress her breast.

 

She moaned a bit louder, and he answered with a growl that she could feel as well as hear with his lips still nibbling at her throat. Her heart was beating rapidly and her breath came out in little gasps. When his mouth left her throat and moved higher, she was a bit disappointed. The pain had been enthralling, but so was his hot breath burning along her jawline. His nibbling on her earlobe made her tremble, and then his lips met hers again.

 

Her hands had remained at her side, but now she wrapped her arms around him, raking her long fingernails down his back and to his bum. His kiss captivated her completely, and while she didn't swoon, she did sway a bit against him, her nails digging into the firm flesh of his arse. Her desire was mounting and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold back.

 

“Yes,” she whispered against his lips before pulling away. “You have satisfied my hunger, and in a few moments, you will satisfy my thirst. I shall let you ponder how that will be achieved." Juliana wondered how he would feel about being tied up again. The bed had four posts for a reason. "But first I will give you what I promised.”

 

Taking hold of one of the scarfs around his wrist, she pulled him over to the huge bed. Climbing upon it, she lay back upon the pillows and spread her legs wide. “My nectar is yours for the taking,” she breathed.

[Charles Audley]

Charles hissed through the kiss as Juliana dragged her nails down his back, unable to stop his hips bucking against her. He redoubled his caresses in gratitude for the new sensation. The pain was a cool, clean feeling, providing an exquisite counterpoint to the burning consuming him. He was going to have marks of his own, albeit ones considerably more easily concealed.

 

He barely retained enough sense to break off when his mistress did, just about catching himself short of leaning after her. It took a further effort of will to focus on and process her speech. He could not help the keening moan that escaped him at her words and the delicious promise therein. Tamely, he followed her to the bed and watched in utterly unfeigned awe as she positioned herself upon it. She was achingly beautiful.

 

"Absolute perfection," he breathed out, and meant it. Juliana's supreme confidence and comfort in her own sensuality were bewitching, entrancing. She could not have appealed to Charles more had she been designed and built for the purpose.

 

He took a further moment to appreciate the tableau, burning it irrevocably into his memory before moving, crawling up onto the bed and placing himself between her lissom thighs. He gently ran his hands up her calves and haunches, skin like satin under his fingers. He drew in a deep, slow breath, basking in her musk, before lowering his head and setting to work.

 

He started with her inner thighs, kissing and licking. Remembering her reaction to the earlier love bite, he even dared to try a gentle, playful nip at the delicate skin. Moving on, he pressed a trail of feather kisses around her lips before before beginning a series of broad, slow licks from the.bottom to the top of her mound. He took his time, savouring every little reaction she gave him. Finally, when he judged her to have been suitably prepared, Charles let his tongue steal out to dance upon Juliana's pearl.

[Aria]

She almost reprimanded him when he thrust his hips forward but she enjoyed the warmth of his cock and the silkiness of the ribbon she had wrapped around it too much to protest. Her magnificent slave seemed to enjoy a bit of pain, as evidenced by his reaction to her spanking and her nails. It was fortunate that Juliana had no qualms about administering it, as long as it enhanced his pleasure. She was not a cruel woman by nature.

 

Charles seemed quite eager to taste her, judging by that lusty moan. Her confidence was not feigned. She knew she was beautiful and desirable and saw no reason to pretend otherwise. It seemed completely natural to open herself up to him without any attempt at modesty. Some of her lovers had preferred the dominant role and then she had cowered and pretended to be embarrassed. When it came to this particular game, she believed that you had to experience both roles in order to fully understand them.

 

Now she was the arrogant goddess demanding to be pleased and she smiled inwardly when he praised her. Juliana had instinctively known that he would not mind her displaying herself for him, while some men might have thought her behavior more suitable for a whore than a princess. The mattress sank under his weight and her eyes followed him as he moved between her legs.

 

The texture of his hands excited her and she couldn't stop her legs from trembling visibly as they moved inexorably upward. She could feel his hot breath as he inhaled and when she felt his mouth upon her inner thigh, she moaned and wiggled her hips. When he nipped her, she cried out, reveling in the exquisite agony his teeth inflicted upon her.

 

His tongue was magical, ravishing her with delectable slowness and sending sparks of fire and ice hurtling through her body. He seemed to know exactly what to do to make her writhe in delight. The touch of his tongue on the sweetness of her pearl caught Juliana by surprise and her hips launched upwards of their own volition. Fiery little thrills exploded inside her, so sharp that they were blissfully excruciating.

 

Juliana closed her eyes and arched her back, her breasts thrusting upwards. His beard tickled her softness, arousing her even more. Her hands ruffled through his hair, but she did not pull it this time. Never had she felt anything quite as rapturous as this, and she could have easily allowed herself to climax. But no, she wanted them to reach completion together and so with reluctance, she commanded: “Enough!” her voice low and husky. “You are enjoying this far too much.”

 

Lifting one leg over his head, she rolled over and sat up, finding it difficult to think with her pearl pulsing so gloriously. Juliana slid off the bed and looked down at him, her blue eyes glazed with desire. “I shall now quench my thirst. Lie on your back in the center of the bed.”

[Charles Audley]

Charles grinned wickedly into Juliana's thigh at her pleasured cry. It was a wonderful thing to bed a woman who knew she was not made of glass. It really was almost terrifying (or would have been, had he thought about it) how seamlessly compatible they were. For good measure, he nipped at her other thigh, before moving to her mound and setting to work in earnest.

 

He had always enjoyed worshipping women like this, even outside the context of games like these. There was something remarkably ego-affirming about it, reducing a woman to a writhing, blissed out puddle with lips and tongue. Charles would have been more than happy to keep his head buried between Juliana's thighs until she begged for mercy or his jaw locked up entirely, whichever happened first. Alas, it seemed his mistress had different plans.

 

Reluctantly, he drew back from her garden, ostentatiously licking his lips. He dared a quick look at her through his eyelashes. If she looked half as pleasured as she sounded then he had exceled himself.

 

And it would appear that I have. Good show.

 

"Yes Domina," he murmured, almost vibrating with anticipation as he moved to obey, spread-eagling himself on the bed. It was not difficult to guess where this was going, and if Juliana did manage to surprise him, Charles had every confidence it would be an immensely pleasant one.

[Aria]

Juliana would have loved to let him continue his enticing onslaught until the ultimate pleasure consumed her. She was one of those lucky women capable of multiple orgasms without any effort, and one release would not have cooled her ardor. Maybe later, she would allow him to please her this way, assuming their game lasted all night. He might have other plans for their next round, which was one reason she didn't want to relinquish control now.

 

She smirked when he obediently obeyed her command. By the way he positioned himself, he must know she planned to tie him up. Back to the cupboard she went, removing more scarves. The ones that were tied around his wrists and ankles were not quite long enough to reach the bedposts.

 

With every step she took, her inner thighs stung deliciously where he had nipped them and bright sensations shimmered through her body as she returned to him. Working quickly, she tied another scarf firmly around the ends of each of his bonds, and then fastened them around each post of the bed, pulling so that he would feel a bit of a stretch in his legs and arms. As always, the bows on the ends of the post were loose and he would be able to free himself if he wished.

 

There was one last scarf in her hand when she crawled back onto the bed and towards his head. Leaning toward him, she kissed him lightly and then wrapped the scarf around his eyes, lifting up his head so that she could tie it in back. I'll bet you didn't see that one coming, she thought smugly. Without his vision, his other senses would be sharper, which suited her purposes well.

 

“There is one more thing I must do before I slake my thirst,” she purred. Turning around, she scooted close to his thighs and undid the bow around his cock. Then, very slowly, she pulled one end of the silky ribbon, watching as it undulated around his shaft until it was removed completely.

[Charles Audley]

Charles lay on the bed, tongue hanging out as he panted in arousal and anticipation. He moaned as Juliana bound his limbs, stretching them perfectly so that he was pleasantly aware of it in that sweet spot just short of pain. His moans grew louder as she blindfolded him. That was a pleasant surprise, and it left him completely in her power, an almost overwhelmingly erotic thought.

 

With an effort of will, Charles forced himself to be completely still and silent and meekly await Juliana's pleasure.

[Aria]

After she slowly ripped the ribbon from his cock, Juliana sat back and just observed Charles for a moment, making him wait to see what she would do next. He did look absolutely irresistible tied to the bedposts, entirely at her mercy. She was no longer thinking like herself now, but had fully embraced the role of Venus. Had she been a commoner, the stately blonde would have made a superb actress.

 

She crawled upward until her face was level with his, the mattress bouncing slightly which each move she made. Leaning toward him, she gently blew into his ear. “Yes,” she whispered, “It seems as if you already know how to quench my thirst. I drink your moans of pleasure, and I assure you, I am quite dehydrated.”

 

Turning sideways, she looked down at his nude body and smiled wickedly. What should she do first? Deciding to tease him with her hair, she pulled her blonde mane over one shoulder, gathered it in one hand, and trailed the silky ends over his forehead, down his jawline, and over his neck. Moving lower, she ran her hair over his chest in tiny feather-light caresses, continuing down to his stomach.

 

Avoiding his cock, she tickled his inner thigh with her long tresses and then moved down his leg. Sliding around him until she was on his other side, she rubbed her locks over his other leg, moving upwards this time until she reached his inner thigh. Now Juliana tantalized his cock with her hair, gently wrapping some silky strands around it and then pulling them away so that they swirled around him before they came free.

 

Suddenly she pulled her hair away and brought her face close to his again. “Tell me what I teased you with,” she purred into his ear, “and you will be rewarded.”

[Charles Audley]

Despite his resolve, Charles squirmed needily in the yawning silence, arousal somehow growing along with the tension. (Part of him was uncomfortably aware that, positions reversed, this was exactly where he'd go and savour a quiet brandy.)

 

Venus' breath in his ear was startling, drawing a high-pitched whine from his throat. His goddess was so close and he could neither see nor touch her. What sweet frustration! He could barely process her words but gathered enough to give her an eager moan as she began her ministrations. Every bit as fully subsumed in his role as she, he would have let her spank him in front of the entirety of court if it would please her. Lustful moans and whorish writhing were no hardship. Quite the opposite. (That said, he went as still and silent as a statue when she condescended to play with his cock, tension written in every line of his body. That trigger was not at its most reliable and Charles was not about to loose early.)

 

It still took him several moments to compose himself enough to answer her. She had been kind enough to give him an easy one to start (that tickling sensation could be nothing but hair) but his reasoning ability needed all the help it could get.

 

"Y-Your hair, Domina," he managed to force out at last, agonisingly aware of how close she was. This was pure torture. He loved it.

[Aria]

Juliana enjoyed the way he moaned and writhed as she teased him with the silky strands of her hair. Just watching him increased her own desire, and she remembered how it felt to be in his position. They were so perfectly in tune with each other, and she tormented him as she had liked to be tormented.

 

The only trouble with gentlemen was that they were not in complete control of their passion, and when Charles went perfectly still as she lavished attention on his cock, she could see and sense the tension in his body. She knew that she had nearly pushed him to the limits of his endurance and she certainly didn't want him to achieve release without her.

 

It seemed to take him a few moments to compose himself, and she waited patiently, her gaze moving from his eye patch to those expressive lips that had given her so much pleasure. His answer was correct and she gently ran the ends of her hair over his lips. “Very good.”

 

Leaving the bed again, she went over to the table that held the cognac and poured a bit more into the glass. Returning to him, she had to maneuver carefully so that she didn't spill it all over the sheets. Lifting his head with her free hand, she held the glass to his lips. “Drink, sweet slave. But don't be too greedy.”

[Charles Audley]

Charles felt the bed shift as Venus moved away and keened pitifully at the sudden loss. Had he displeased her somehow? He could have wept at the mere thought. (That was not entirely melodrama. His cock by now was beginning to become genuinely painful.)

 

Those concerns were short-lived as he felt his goddess once more settle down beside him, even lowering herself to touching him. Charles cooed in surprised pleasure, both at the contact and her new form of address for him. 'Sweet slave.' His metaphorical tail wagged as he sipped slowly at the offered cognac, doing his best to obey the latest divine command.

 

Entirely unconsciously, his hips rolled slightly throughout, cock bobbing gently in the air with the motion. Coherent thought was a distant memory. He retained just enough focus to play his part.

 

"Thank you Domina, for visiting your grace upon this unworthy peon."

[Aria]

His keens were a nice touch, and he did indeed sound distressed when she moved away from him. This gave her an idea, one that had been used on her once and had her writhing in anticipation. It was a simple but very effective form of torture that called for no physical contact whatsoever.

 

But first, she would give him his reward, and when she lifted his head, he cooed, obviously happy to feel her beside him again. Juliana would have told Charles to raise his head himself, but thought that might have been a bit difficult considering the way he was splayed out on the bed. He might have been able to lift it a little, but not enough to prevent himself from choking on the cognac.

 

She enjoyed touching him, and she softly stroked his cheek as he sipped from the glass she held in her other hand, chuckling a bit at the way he rolled his hips, watching his cock bounce gently in the air. Perhaps she should have left the ribbon on. How she wished she could take it into her mouth and taste him! She clenched her thighs together to partially assuage the pangs of desire between them.

 

The game must go on. To stop now would be to deprive them both of their deepest pleasure.

 

Juliana kissed his forehead when he thanked her. “I'll be right back,” she whispered into his ear and then left the bed again. Now for the real torture. Instead of returning, she wandered about the room, picking up various objects and the putting them down, rummaging through her cupboards, rustling the stiff silk of one of her gowns.

 

All he could do now was listen to the sounds she made and wonder. When she was coming back? What was she going to do to him when she did? And with what? Anticipating the unknown while bound naked and completely at the mercy of another was an excruciatingly exquisite torment.

 

After about twenty minutes, Juliana picked up her hairbrush from the vanity and returned to him. “Did you miss me?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. Without warning Charles what was coming, she ran the slightly stiff bristles of the brush down his cheek and over his neck. When she reached his chest, she trailed it over to his left armpit and then down his arm and up again.

 

Moving across his chest to his right arm, she did the same, then she dragged across his chest from side to side while steadily pushing the brush downward, ticking his stomach with it. The brush then followed the path her hair had only recently taken, over his inner thigh and down his leg to his feet, reversing the process with his other leg. She avoided his cock completely, moving back up his torso and finally brushing it across his cheek again. Replacing the brush with her lips, she kissed him briefly and then once more whispered in his ear. “What did I tease you with this time?”

[Charles Audley]

Charles nuzzled into her stroking hand between sips, all but purring with the pleasure her closeness gave him. Even her soft chuckles brought warm, content feelings to his chest. He knew he must have looked pathetic and ridiculous, panting and humping the air, but if the sight gave his divine mistress even the slightest pleasure or amusement then it was worth it. And it did, to judge from the kiss she pressed to his brow. Charles mewled delightedly. At this point he prized her lips on his forehead far above those of any other woman on his cock.

 

He was beyond disappointed at her moving away again, of course, but he managed to remain silent. Her pleasure was what counted after all and, besides, she had said she would be back soon. Charles listened to his goddess rummaging through the room, unable to stop himself from wondering what she had planned for him next. Did she own any dildos? Wonderfully deviant thought, albeit one unlikely to be realised for a variety of reasons.

 

Time crawled forward interminably slowly and Charles began to feel... disconcerted. He strained his hearing, seeking to assure himself that Venus was still in the room.

 

"Domina?" He asked in a small voice. "Domina, I need you, please!" His voice grew even quieter. "Have I displeased you?"

 

It was not difficult to guess at her game, of course, even in his reduced state. He played into it, moaning fearfully, but took advantage of the time to assert some degree of control over himself once more. Not as much as he would have liked, though, as was shown by his reaction to Juliana's return. He didn't even have words to answer her properly, simply moaning and nodding frantically before starting suddenly under her next round of teasing. His efforts were comprehensively undone under the hairbrush, any coherence and control he had gathered put to flight under the tantalising ministrations. His lust fogged brain was initially stumped by her question, responding poorly to his attempts to cudgel it into usefulness.

 

"Ah. Umm. Like hair but not hair. Too stiff. Ah. Brush?" he guessed at length, after several long moments of thought.

[Aria]

To have such a fine specimen of manhood groveling for one's attention was a dream that never came true for most women. Being adaptable when it came to sex gave Juliana the chance to experience many diverse pleasures. This was one of her favorite games, and while she enjoyed both parts, she preferred to be dominant. Having a handsome slave cater to her every whim was extremely gratifying.

 

She didn't think Charles looked ridiculous at all. He was, as he should be, eager to please his mistress and thankful for any shred of affection she threw his way. The way he bucked upwards made her want to impale herself upon him and ride him until they both achieved completion. Her body practically screamed with need for him. They were both now starved for each other, and she relished the sharp ache inside her, knowing that it would eventually be assuaged.

 

Her kiss to his forehead was obviously unexpected and his little mewl of pleasure delighted her. She was surprised that he remained still and silent while she wandered the room teasing him with various sounds. This was a good time for him to regain control of his desires, as she was attempting to do with hers.

 

Had she known his thoughts, she might have brought out one of her dildos. Juliana had only used one once on a man, when he had specifically requested it. She didn't want to force her partners into something they felt uncomfortable with. While she enjoyed pleasuring a man in that way, she preferred that they ask her for it. She might bring out a dildo for their second round and see how he reacted to it.

 

His moans were like music to her ears, as immersed as she was in the role of Venus. When she returned to him, she thought he looked much like a puppy when he nodded to her question, and he jumped at the first touch of the hairbrush on his skin.

 

Once more, Charles answered correctly, although it seemed as if he was having trouble forming coherent thoughts, which meant her teasing was having the desired effect. “Yes,” she said. “You are right again. Unfortunately, you are not moaning enough to satisfy my thirst, so I will have to quench it another way.”

 

Now, she kissed him, rough and demanding this time, catching his tongue with her teeth, sliding them down the length of it. Pulling away, she kissed her way to his ear … alternatively nibbling, licking, and blowing into it. Sliding down to his neck and then his chest, she explored him with her mouth, kissing, licking and sucking lightly. Juliana circled his nipples with her tongue, then drew them into his mouth and nibbled on them.

 

Trailing little kisses down his stomach, she tickled his bellybutton with her tongue, much like he had done to her, and then scooted to his feet. She kissed, licked, and nibbled up one leg, nipping his inner thigh, and then did the same to his other leg. Again, she avoided that lovely cock, moving up again until she reached his lips. This time, she barely brushed against them before sitting back on her knees and looking down on him.

 

“You have a decision to make, sweet slave. What would give you the most pleasure … my mouth around your cock or sheathing your sword inside me? Don't disappoint me by telling me to do whatever I wish. Just this once, tell me what you want.”

[Charles Audley]

Charles could not suppress the whine of disappointment that escaped him when Venus said that he had not moaned enough for her. Another failure. He opened his mouth to apologise profusely and beg for her forgiveness... and was promptly (and preemptively) silenced by her harsh, domineering kiss. Charles submitted eagerly, his tongue yielding easily before hers. The kiss hovered on the threshold of being too rough and he loved it.

 

But Venus had plans beyond just kissing him senseless it seemed, and moved on swiftly. Charles groaned and quivered in delight as she made her way to his ear. With shameless lewdness, he moaned and writhed for his goddess, babbling out his gratitude for her attention and begging her not to stop. What little coherence he had began to dissolve as her teeth found his nipples, a particular weakness of his, sending waves of sweet pain mingled with pleasure through him. By the time she reached his thighs the sounds he was making bore no resemblance to human language. He could not remember ever being so torturously aroused. His cock was pulsing agonisingly, crying out for attention.

 

Fortunately, it seemed that attention was near at hand. Charles did not even try to stop himself purring when Venus once more addressed him as 'sweet slave.' It was just as well that her question had a simple answer. He rather doubted his mind would be up to anything complex for the foreseeable future. This, though, was a straightforward decision- only one of those would be physically pleasurable for both goddess and slave.

 

"I would give anything to be inside you Domina."

[Aria]

Either Charles was putting on a good show or she was truly thrilling him with her creative torment. He moaned and writhed so sensuously beneath her lips and tongue that she didn't think his reaction was feigned. He seemed to particularly like the attention she paid to his nipples. Many men did, even if they refused to admit it. Juliana doubted that many ladies knew that a man's nipples were as sensitive as a woman's and probably ignored that part of their lovers' bodies completely.

 

When she was finished, her devoted slave seemed barely capable of speech. Her own body was so painfully aroused by pleasuring him that she decided it was time to give in and end the first round. And so she gave him a choice. She would have been perfectly content to use her mouth on him first, but again, his thoughts echoed her own. “As you wish,” she answered.

 

Juliana slid off the bed again and released his hands and feet from the bedposts and removing the scarves from his wrists and ankles. She wasn't certain if he wanted to remain her slave for the rest of the night, but if he did, she could always tie him up again. Back on the bed, she straddled his chest and leaned over his head, lifting it and taking away the blindfold. Her breasts, heavy and swollen with desire, hovered above his face for a brief moment as she blew again into his ear.

 

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “I give you permission to take me however you want, Show your goddess how much you adore her.”

[Charles Audley]

Blindfold removed, Charles was, for perhaps the third or fourth time that night, greeted by the sight of Juliana's exquisite breasts filling his vision. For the first time he gave into temptation and took advantage, leaning forward to kiss and lick at her swollen buds, right hand gliding up her flank to join in. He barely noticed her whispered command, though fortunately it tallied exactly with his intentions anyway.

 

Mouth abandoning her nipples, he made his way up her throat to her lips, kissing her deeply. Gently, he took hold of her and rolled over, lowering her to the bed without breaking the kiss. One hand moved to resume caressing her breasts while the other dipped between her thighs, two fingers stealing out to explore her mound while his thumb flirted with her pearl. He knew well that this was more like to be a sprint rather than a marathon on his part and so, how ever much it strained what little patience he had left, it was necessary to stimulate his mistress a little further.

 

But there was another necessity in play, and it would be ignored no longer. Groaning, Charles repositioned himself, head rubbing against her lips. With a shudder, he entered her, hilting himself in one slow motion. He paused for a moment, lost in wonder at the joy of subsuming himself in another's flesh, before beginning to thrust in a steadily accelerating rhythm. He kissed her again, hungrily, and his thumb resumed its playing with her button. Charles knew he was not going to last long but was nonetheless determined to bring Juliana on first.

[Aria]

Charles seemed to know what she was going to say before she said it. They did seem to have a strong mental and physical compatibility, which was very rare in her experience. It was Juliana's turn to moan when he kissed and licked her sensitive nipples and she jumped as his hand slid up her bare leg to her bosom. The desire she had suppressed while teasing and disciplining him flowed back in full force and enjoyed his hands and mouth on her heavy aching breasts.

 

She moaned again when he removed his mouth from her nipples and kissed his way up her throat and to her lips. His kiss, as always, was delectably enticing and she was so absorbed in the dazzling sensations careening through her body that she hardly noticed when he rolled her over so that her back was pressed against the softness of the mattress. Juliana sighed against his lips as one hand moved back up to their breasts, completely consumed by his kiss. She jumped slightly when she felt his thumb tease her delicate pearl and her hips bucked upward as she felt his fingers exploring her mound.

 

More warm dew gushed from between her thighs as the pressure built within her. She felt as if she were about to climax, but she managed to hold back. Any time now, she thought, and as if he could read her mind, Charles slid into her, slowly and exquisitely, until he was completely sheathed inside her. She was able to savor the feeling better than she had in the labyrinth and she adored the way he filled her completely, stretching her walls as her inner muscles contracted around him.

 

For a moment, he remained still, as if he, too, was relishing the feeling of being joined with her. Juliana smiled up at him, realizing for the first time that their positions were reversed. How had that happened? That was her last coherent thought, for when he began thrusting within her, she surrendered to the glorious passion he evoked in her. She eagerly returned his kiss, her tongue dancing with his.

 

His thumb was taunting her pearl again. Without any warning, a plethora of sublime ecstasy tore through her body. It was so intense that she arched her back and cried out, trembling uncontrollably with indescribable bliss. The compelling sensations were stronger than any she had ever felt before and she writhed beneath him and moaned with pure delight.

 

The pleasure he was giving her was absolutely and perfectly divine.

[Charles Audley]

Like Juliana, Charles was far beyond the point of being able to think coherently, by now guided solely by instincts older than language. He felt her arch beneath him, heard her cry out, and only dimly realised what it meant. Face contorted into a lustful snarl, he sped up his motions, chasing his own completion. He lasted through a bare half-dozen more thrusts before growling deep in his throat as his climax raged through him. Thought fled, carried away by a flood of pleasure.

 

Cognition returned slowly as he withdrew from her and rolled onto his back. The rasp of his breathing as he forced air into his lungs seemed to him unnaturally loud. He reached out an arm to curl around Juliana and cuddled into her side, silently enjoying the soft, intimate warmth of her closeness. His free arm crept out to encircle her waist and draw her further into his embrace. Still not trusting his voice, Charles dipped his head to kiss gently at the join of Juliana's throat and shoulder. (He might never voice the thought, but Charles rather enjoyed post-coital snuggling.)

[Aria]

Her pleasure continued to increase as his thrusts gained speed and she reveled in his lusty growls. Considering how much she had tormented him, Juliana hadn't expected him to last long. When she felt the warm spurt of his seed, more waves of bliss washed over her and she cried out again and again. This was not only the most intense orgasm she could remember but also the longest lasting.

 

And yet still she wasn't ready for it to be over as the glorious sensations began to fade. She felt him roll off of her and onto his back while they both regained control of their breathing. Juliana felt so bereft that she snuggled against him when he curled an arm around her and pulled her close. Usually, she didn't enjoy cuddling and sent her lovers packing soon after they had satisfied her, but it was different with Charles. She was entirely comfortable lying here with him as the lovely little aftershocks of lovemaking shimmered through her.

 

He pulled her even closer, and she draped one long shapely leg over him, wrapping the arm that wasn't trapped between them around his own waist. She was now lying partially on top of him, her curves pressed tightly against him. The pretend princess purred when his kissed her neck, raising her head to give him full access. “Mmmmmm,” she murmured. Her mind was still filled with the aftermath of pleasure and she wasn't yet capable of coherent speech. Turning her head, she kissed his shoulder and then rested her blonde head against it, sighing in contentment.

[Charles Audley]

For Charles, the world did not get any more peaceful than this. Idly, he toyed with the idea of getting under the covers before rejecting it. He was not cold, and that would have involved moving, which he was loath to do at the moment, with a purring Juliana draped over him like a great contented cat. He laughed deep in his chest at the image.

 

He lay luxuriating in the warm feeling of melting together for several moments before slowly bringing a hand up to stroke her scalp and the back of her head. That was a delicate business- Juliana had been partially lying on that arm, and he did not want to disturb her.

 

"I may have said this before," he breathed out softly into the silence. "But you make for a wonderful armful, all soft, warm curves." The hand on her waist dipped to rest on her rump, a gesture mostly absent any lustful intent. "I almost feel as though I should apologise for being composed purely of hard angles." Another distant rumble of laughter as he kissed at her tenderly.

 

He waited a few moments before continuing.

 

"You are an exquisite Domina, incidentally. I should very much like to play such games with you again sometime soon, which is not something I say often."