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He saw. And felt. Slowly, Adriana once more took him into her mouth, deeper than before. He felt the tip of his cock tease the back of her throat before she adjusted the angle of her head and sucked. Hard and long, her mouth enclosed him, the pressure giving him his own pleasure/pain. This time, it was he who groaned his enjoyment, as he felt his shaft pulled and grazed, as she deliberately—it seemed—let her teeth gently take part in the proceedings. He could stay like this for an age, such was his enjoyment. He looked at her head as it bobbed up and down, each movement mirroring that which his cock was receiving. A master at controlling his senses, his reactions, he wanted nothing more now than to return each movement with a thrust of his own, and fill her mouth with his cum, watch her drink his saltiness and let some spill and cover her.

Instead, he bent slightly, eliciting a protesting mumble from her, swiftly followed by a gasp of—he hoped—arousal, as he nipped each nipple firmly, stopping just short of true pain.

“Now, my love. Now your true lessons will begin.” So saying, he pulled back slightly, noting with satisfaction how she still sucked him inside her mouth up until the very last moment. As he removed his throbbing cock from her warmth—her lips tight around him, as if to hold on to him for as long as possible—he noted with pleasure the drops of precum mingling with her ministrations, and smiled to himself.

“What tasted you?” he asked as he stood back slightly and helped her to her feet. She stood awkwardly and waited, her eyes glancing over his rock-hard cock, before her gaze once more returned to his.

“You,” Adriana replied boldly. “You, your juice. How rock covered in silk is an aphrodisiac. Your saltiness. All the essences of you.”

That was more than he had dared hope. So now... “Now, my love, we move on. Lie on the bed, face upward. This part of your tutoring, I am desirous of seeing you watch.”

C
HAPTER
N
INE

At last.
Adriana felt she was getting somewhere, albeit very slowly. As much as she loved the feeling of his staff in her mouth, the sense of control she’d had then, she knew that control was very tenuous, and only to the degree he was prepared to allow. She craved the knowledge of his manhood deep inside her, to feel how he filled her and sensitized her nerve endings. At last, it was her chance to become all woman, and she intended to revel in it. She realized Ash was still waiting for her to move and scrambled onto the bed, knees first, her back toward him. His amused voice made her laugh.

“My dear.” His drawl was exquisite. “Although I will demand to avail myself of you in that position at a later date, this time, I demand you turn around.” A stinging slap on her left buttock, somewhat harder than the time before, accompanied his words.

Son-of-a-bitch!
He knew very well that was her intention. To then only minister to one side was not, she felt, good gamesmanship. Deliberately, she took her time in rearranging herself as he commanded.

Resting her head on a silken pillow—for he had not decreed otherwise, and to see all that was to take place, she needed her head raised—Riana surveyed him as he stood tall and considering at the end of the bedstead, his cock jutting out proudly from its bed of dark, male curls, demanding to be noticed. It really had no need to demand, she opined, as her eyes could not leave the sight of it for more than a few seconds before once again returning to it. To know it was she, and she alone responsible for its ready state, for the precum still evident at the tip, was gratifying. Riana wondered for the
n-th
time how such a thick, hard, and long object could fit inside her. The thought that she’d soon find out had her squirming in anticipation, and she saw the awareness of her arousal in Ashley’s eyes.

“Grip the posts and do not move. I will be back shortly. But first...” She watched, mesmerized, as he once more took up that long string of pearls and with a gleam in his eyes put them around her waist, twisting them at the front, before threading through her legs. And?
Oh my.
Gently, she felt pearl after pearl slip into her hole.

“Your task, my love, is to ensure those pearls do not slip out. Then I will grant you one boon. If you do not succeed, I will demand of you something you may not enjoy.”

Her eyes widened. “Nothing untoward.”

He hastened to reassure her. “More a withholding of something you would otherwise have gained great pleasure from.”

“Ah.” Her lips twitched. “You will choose not to chastise me in the way I have discovered is your preference. Also,” she added audaciously. “Mine.”

His eyes narrowed. “Be careful what you opine, my dear. For if I choose to take you at your word, you may find you have declared more than you realize. A spanking on your arse is one thing. On your bare cunt is another. Arousing and exciting as I may feel it is, I do not feel the pain, only the pleasure as I see you redden and feel your warmth increasing. To me, that is an instant cock-hardener. To you?” He paused. “Well, perhaps you will inform me?”

“Perhaps I spank you in return for you to appreciate those feelings?” she asked audaciously. “So you can experience what I do?” She watched as his face creased in laughter.

“Mischief, thy name is Adriana. I think not. You know not how to minister to the right degree.”

“Perhaps not now,” she retorted boldly. “Nonetheless, one day?”

He bowed his head in acquiescence of her request. “Perhaps. Now, my dear, take hold of the posts and move not. I will be but a second.” He turned, unselfconscious in his nakedness, and walked into her bathing chamber, seemingly never doubting she would not follow his diktat.

Her libido rising, Adriana did as he bade her and took hold of a bedpost in each hand. The resultant position stretched her arms out wide. Why did he want her like this? And please, any God who was listening and accepting of her arousal, let her discover all those pleasures hitherto denied her...and soon. Never before had she experienced such a state of excitement without doing something about it herself. Now she waited, somewhat impatiently, for his return. Only his decree that she not move stopped her from fingering herself and coming quickly. For he had spoken the truth—the light taps he had given her
were
arousing—but she did not know if a true spanking would be to her liking. Instead, she clenched and loosed her inner muscles, feeling the ripples run through her pussy, and wondered if Ash would enjoy that feeling around his cock. Well, she would soon—if he hurried up—find out. Whoever said anticipation was good for one, lied. She hoped the diktat
all good things come to those who wait
held true for orgasms.

When he did reenter her bedchamber, every breath left her. Her gaze was glued to the items in his grasp. Did he truly mean to use such things on her? In her? It seemed he did.

She saw the glint in his eyes as he regarded her demeanor. Not shocked, exactly, she told herself firmly, more apprehensive. Not that he would hurt her. She knew that would not be the case. More unsure if she would like, enjoy, or beg for some things to be withheld. Apart from which she noted, as he laid his goodies on the table at her side, some things she could not comprehend their usage. Well, she amended silently, not with regard to her, him, or them!

Ashley was silent. She felt his eyes boring into her. Was he waiting for her to comment? He would wait a while in that case. She would
not
comment. It would be up to him to decide what and when he told her of their use.

That time seemed to be then.

Ashley spoke softly, his tone muted but sure. “Ah, my love, how splendid you look open to my regard. These...” He waved silken cords in his hand. “Are for you. For I am desirous to see you bound and unable to do anything other than receive.” It seemed he waited for her protest. Of which she was determined there would be none. Her pussy was already clenching in anticipation of that feeling. And what else, she wondered? She would try all he had decided upon. For she had her safe word if she so needed. Somehow, she felt she would not.

He nodded as though agreeing it was time to act. As she watched, mesmerized, each hand received a loop of cord before the cord was then looped itself around a bedpost. She felt her grasp of the wood loosened as Ash moved her hands to allow a little give in each arm.

“Are you all right?” he questioned. “Remember your safe word if you feel you need it.” He watched her closely until she nodded her acknowledgement. “Good. Now relax and let me show you some of the things we will enjoy.”

Relax? Surely he was jesting. How could she relax when every nerve was tense with anticipation? When her arms were stretched wide, lifting her breasts high to his gaze. However, she could but try. Smiling, Riana stretched her body, enjoying the friction of bound hands against the silky coverlet, the slither as she moved her body in excited suspense. The feel of pearls held tight inside her, pulling from her waist. Once he touched her, she felt there would be little time to enjoy all those arousing emotions before they overcame her. She was nigh on ready to shout her coming at that moment; heaven knew how she would contain herself for long.

“Ah, good girl; for this you have a boon.” Ashley was slowly taking out those now wet and shimmering pearls, one by one. As the last one left her, he did not, as she thought he might, remove them from her. Instead he left them loosely covering her clit, almost absently rubbing them over it, as he regarded her body. Swiftly, he moved, taking her by surprise. Gone were the soft gentle touches, the wooing. Now he was all business.

Ahh.
His fingers were probing inside her cunt, first one and then two. Oh goodness, was something probing her arse, demanding entrance? Adriana tried to see, but Ashley moved onto the bed, his fingers still busy, putting his head toward her tummy, and circling her navel with his tongue.

Sweet sensation flooded her, and she moaned involuntarily, then gasped as the seeking invader penetrated past her tight ring of muscle and moved further inside her, producing what? Pain, oh such pain, that she would have pushed him away if she had unshackled hands. Then, as if by magic, the pain became pleasure, and she relaxed and began to enjoy that hard-seeking conqueror.

“Ah, you like that.” his voice, full of satisfaction, rumbled against her skin. Again, that soft swirl of lips. Then she jumped! He had nipped her cunt! He then soothed it with a kiss and nipped again. Once more he soothed, before repeating the action. Was that thready moan really emitting from her? By his throaty, sensual chuckle, it seemed it was.

“One day, my love.” His voice was full of promise as he prodded and touched the entrance to her arse. The hardness inside her shifted, and the sensation caused Adriana to bite back another moan. “One day, I will replace this with my cock, and you will discover even more pleasure/pain than you thought possible. But now...” He turned, and she felt the head of his cock probe where so recently his fingers had nestled. Against her will, she began to tense. He spoke soothingly, never ceasing his delicate probing. She realized with a jolt that whatever he had filled her arse with were not his fingers, so it must be... She felt her face flame as she remembered the long-knobbed jade he had carried in earlier. That was in her? And, moreover, she liked it?
Truly, Adriana you are a hussy,
she thought with satisfaction.

Ashley was smiling down at her, and she knew without being told he was enjoying her initiation as much as she.

“You are so deliciously wet and ready. It will be a small pain, my love, but necessary. Then you may truly call yourself a woman.” He moved and thrust. At the sharp sting, Adriana began to scream, but before the sound left her throat, the pain changed and became sweet torture, pleasurable and unrestrained. Her body began to hum in anticipation of all she hoped to experience.

She watched as the sinews on his arms stood out as he kept his weight off her whilst still thrusting powerfully into her. The movement was contagious, and unconsciously, she began to match him thrust for thrust, untutored but perfect. With horror, she understood those small, keening noises emitted from her! She stilled.
What must he think?

It seemed he thought she was doing all he desired. Almost. She pulled on her ties, wanting to run her hands over his body, to touch and nip his little nubs, to see if he reacted as she herself did. However, her bindings held tight, so instead she leant as far forward as she could and caught one between her teeth, grazing and sucking in the manner he had done to her. Still, the hardness in both cunt and ass filled her, in the most amazing ways possible. She felt as though they reached through the thin walls separating them and enfolded her with their pleasures.

She nipped harder, keeping her teeth and mouth firm.

“Do not stop.” Aha! That command was not as forceful as he would have liked, she would bet her month’s mantua makers bill on
that
. Slowly, experimentally, she once more pushed against him and felt his response filling her. He was so big; still she knew not how he fitted. How could she stay so tight up against him? Dare she ask? One look at his taut face made her hesitate. However, it seemed he caught that wondering look.

“What wish you?”

Now, how to put those feelings into words? How could she think coherently with that delicious friction within her, and not just in her cunt—for somehow, she knew not just in what manner it was achieved—her arse was still full also. She felt she was hurtling toward something new, exciting, and, more than likely, life-defining. Already, she felt branded.

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