“That,” Pilar said, wiping a hand across his glistening chin, “is teasing.”
“No!” Alice said. “Please don’t stop. It’s too cruel to bear.”
She almost squealed with delight as Pilar pressed his face to her again. All she needed was a few more seconds, a few more licks, and “Do you want me to stop?” Pilar said, pulling away.
“No! God, no!”
Alice was so close. So near experiencing what she longed so much to experience. Her whole life, she’d felt like a broken doll, missing an essential piece. But now she felt like a woman. A full-blooded, sexy woman. Alice wanted sex. She wanted it so bad she almost felt like crying.
“Do you want me to lick you again?” Pilar asked.
“Yes!”
“Or would you prefer I mount you?”
The thought made Alice shudder.
“Oh, mount me,” Alice said, close to tears. She’d never used such a vulgar command before. “Please mount me!”
Pilar stood up. Alice eyed the bulge in his leather pants. It seemed monstrous.
“Do it,” she begged. She felt like her lower regions were on fire.
“Would you like it if I spanked you now?” Pilar asked. “What if I took the riding crop and tapped you where I just shaved? Would you like that?”
The very idea was abominable, but Alice was so excited that if anything touched her there, even something as terrible as a riding crop, it would send her right over the edge.
“I… I would like that.”
“Beg me to spank you.”
“Please… Pilar. Please spank me.”
“Beg me to lick you again.”
“Please. Lick me, Pilar.”
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes! Oh, yes!”
“No,” Pilar said.
Alice cried out in frustration. She tugged against her bounds, thrusting her hips into empty air without relief.
Pilar reached out, gave her cheek a tender caress, and then moved his hands to her breasts. His rough fingers found her nipples and began to tug.
Alice’s breath caught in her throat. Somehow all of the burning in her loins had suddenly transferred to her breasts.
“Harder,” she said.
Pilar gave each a small pinch, and Alice grunted in appreciation.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, releasing her.
No! No, no, no!
Alice squirmed and strained and begged for him not to leave. She felt completely out of control, more frustrated than she’d ever been in her life. This teasing was intolerable, and she thought about using the safeword just so that wicked Pilar would untie her so she could touch herself.
However, she didn’t say the safeword. Because deep down, Alice realized she liked being teased.
It made no sense. It was like being hungry, and not being able to eat an apple only a few inches away. Or being terribly hot and thirsty and denying yourself a cool glass of lemonade. Or having an irresistible itch on your arm and being unable to scratch it.
But it was more than that. Alice yearned to know what other ways Pilar could torment her. She wanted to see how much teasing she could take before she burst. The throb had become a steady thrum of pleasure. Pilar’s tongue on her most intimate parts had awoken some primitive beast in her.
A beast that demanded to be fed.
“Let him try to tease me beyond endurance,” Alice said to herself, stiffening her upper lip. “I can handle anything he does. Even the riding crop. This can’t possibly get any more intense.”
Pilar came back from the cabinet with a leather bag. “Did you say something, dear Alice?”
“I said you can tease me however long you like. I can take it.”
“Is that so?”
“Indeed.”
Pilar reached his hand between her bare legs, rubbing her wetness, beginning the slow and steady rhythm again. Alice wanted to buck against him, to beg him to go faster, but she set her jaw and refused to give him the satisfaction of even a moan. But when Pilar took his hand away, Alice once again had to fight to not cry.
“Poor little Alice. How she suffers so.”
Pilar reached into his bag and took out a small, golden chain. On each end was a wooden, spring-action clothespin.
“These hurt somewhat going on,” he said. “But the real sensation begins when they are pulled off. The feeling is tripled.”
Pilar pinched some skin of her inner thigh, and clamped the clothespin down. It brought a brief pinch of hurt, but then only pressure. Alice thought, wickedly, how it would feel clamped down elsewhere on her body.
“See?” Pilar said. “Not bad at all. But when I remove it.”
He pulled off the clothespin, and the pinched bit of skin seemed to burn like she’d been struck with a wooden cane.
“Oh!” Alice cried out. It hurt, but as with the spanking, the sensation melded with the feeling in her shaven area, heightening the intensity of her longing.
“I shall clamp these onto your nipples,” Pilar said.
“No, you can’t!” Alice said.
“I can. And I will.”
Then his hand was between her legs again, rubbing and teasing. Alice clenched her jaw, watching as he brought up the clothespin, pinching the end so it opened like a tiny bird’s beak. He touched her nipple with it as she watched, helpless. Then he clamped it upon her.
Alice screamed. Not from pain. As before, somehow the heat between her thighs connected with the sensation in her breast, and a wave of pleasure hit her like a slap.
Panting now, her breath in short gasps, Alice watched as Pilar opened up the clothespin’s partner, circling it lazily around her areola as the fingers of his other hand thrust inside her with increasing speed.
“Do you want me to clamp this on your nipple?” he asked.
Alice couldn’t answer.
Pilar slowly began to withdraw his finger, until it barely touched her entrance.
“Yes!” Alice blurted out.
“Beg me.”
“Please, Pilar!”
The clothespin bit into her nipple just as he roughly entered her again, two fingers this time, going in and out with increasing speed. The pinch in her breast grew to encompass Alice’s whole body, and her eyes squeezed shut as a wave built inside her unlike anything she’d felt previously, and then “Not yet,” Pilar said, withdrawing his hand. “You aren’t ready.”
“I’m…” Alice gasped, “I’m ready.”
“I think not.”
“I really think I am.”
Pilar shook his head.
Alice wanted to scream. To cry. She was torn between wanting to strangle him, and begging him to touch her again.
“How about,” Alice said while panting, “we trade?”
Pilar narrowed his eyes. “Trade what?”
“Keep touching me, and I’ll…”
