torture. Every muscle in his neck, arms and shoulders was tense but he smiled at her.
“That felt amazing, Mistress.”
Eleanor smiled down at him, knowing that she had pushed him almost to his limits. But he had done exactly what she had asked him, and part of her hadn’t thought he could do it, or would even want to. Perhaps he really did want to please her as much as he said he did.
She climbed back onto the bed and leant down to kiss him. He strained up to meet her, his lips almost frantic, gripping hers as though they could release him from his torment.
A bottle of oil stood beside the bed so Eleanor picked it up and rubbed a small amount into her hands.
She smoothed her hands along the muscles of his forearms and bulging biceps. She worked her way down to stroke his chest and stomach, paying attention to his tiny nipples and giving them a little tweak.
“Mistress, that feels so good,” he groaned, throwing his head back.
Eleanor oiled her hands again and began to massage the tops of his thighs and lower belly before finally reaching her target.
Once more, she rubbed more oil onto her hands and began to fondle her lover’s cock. She ran her hands up and down his shaft, pulling tightly and then stroking softly, caressing his bollocks and listening as he groaned and sighed in bliss.
When she felt him start to tremble or tighten up she slowed her hands, wanting to draw it out as long as possible.
“Please Mistress, please,” he began to beg. Eleanor liked it when he begged.
“What do you need, my pet?” she asked, pulling on his cock before letting it go completely and fondling his bollocks again.
He let out an animalistic grunt and arched his back.
“Please, I don’t wish to disappoint you, but I am going to come soon.”
Eleanor smiled, reached up and tugged on his nipples again.
“You have done very well tonight. I wish to give you a rare treat.”
His eyes lit up as he waited for her to continue.
Eleanor reached up and unbound his hands, first from the bedhead and then from each other.
He sat, rubbing his wrists and looking confused.
“You aren’t going to finish?”
He looked hurt and embarrassed. Eleanor laughed and kissed him.
“I will give you one chance to choose how you find your release. Would you like me to touch you? Suck you? Or mount you?”
Her beautiful lover swallowed and looked away.
Eleanor felt her stomach drop. She had wanted to give him some freedom not make him feel unwanted. What had she done?
“What is wrong, my pet? Tell me so your Mistress can fix it.”
He looked back at her, his eyes pleading.
“I want to come inside you.”
Eleanor grinned and went to climb on top of him, but he grabbed and flipped her, his weight pinning her down.
“Like this.”
Eleanor’s throat caught and she swallowed against the old fear that was crowding in. Memories of being forced in this position crowded in – pain, fear and humiliation. Her lover saw her fear and relaxed against her, leaning in to kiss her neck and nuzzle her ear.
“But only if my Mistress allows it.”
Eleanor had a decision to make, for herself and her future husband. She could truly be her own Mistress and accept all parts of lovemaking and play, or she could shy away due to her fear. Gareth was not her first husband – he had proved that over and over again.
Decision made, she spread her legs and wrapped them around her lover’s fine waist.
“Fuck me, my pet. Fuck me until I don’t remember anything except you and how you make me feel.”
Eleanor felt him position himself and push the head of his cock into her. She braced herself for the dominant shove and weight of his body, but instead he slid into her slowly, holding most of his weight on his arms.
When he was fully seated within her, he paused for a moment, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her lips – anything he could reach.
“You are mine.”
Eleanor opened her mouth to correct him but he kissed her long and deep. He began to move