4

"Be a good kitten and place your hands behind your back." 

Standing up, I put my hands behind my back, and he wrapped my whole body with the rope. My arms were secure; it felt slightly uncomfortable, but it was an adventure I desired. 

He moved me from the ground with a pulley system. I could feel the rope pulling, my body being lifted from the ground. I moaned at the thought of what was about to happen as I was suspended in the air with my face down, but only ropes were holding me up. His hand touches me, moans escaping my lips at the feel of the leather gloves, his hand trailing along my body. 

His touch abruptly ceases, leaving an eerie quiet in the room, and anticipation starts to build within me as I wonder what comes next. After a couple of minutes, the initial excitement seems to wane, and a sense of suspense lingers. Where is he?

Suddenly, the sensation of ice gliding across my skin electrifies me, and I let out loud screams as he continues to explore my body with it. The rhythmic thud of the melting ice hitting the floor creates vibrations that amplify my screams. The toy moves skilfully across my skin, and my moans escalate as I approach the peak of pleasure. His hand halts at my intimate area, and the toy smoothly slides inside.

My moans intensify as I teeter on the ropes, the leather from his gloves caressing my skin. I moan, feeling myself nearing the edge. I should say 'Blue', according to the rules, but a rebellious desire whispers against following them. Not only would breaking the rules incur punishments, but he might cease the entire session.

"Blue", I utter, my body racing towards climax. His hand withdraws the toy, and he stops all contact, leaving my body suspended on the precipice. Gradually, the heightened sensations begin to recede.

The ice makes a return, gliding over my body, and my moans amplify as it is soon replaced by the returning toy. The vibrations reverberate through my body, and my mind screams as he thrusts the toy forcefully inside me, my screams echoing in the room.

"Blue" – my body nearly loses its fight; he pulls the toy out and waits till I calm down again. Calming down, he does it again, the ice running across my body, then the toy vibrating, pushing into my pussy, my moans getting louder.

 Trying to fight off the orgasm so he doesn't stop again, I want to know what the next level is. The paddle hits my ass; moaning, I wait for the next one. His hands tease me with the leather, rubbing along my body. As he reaches my ass, the sting of the paddle makes me scream.

His hand holding the toy, moving it fast and hard, trying to push me to my limit, pushing me to the point of orgasm.

"Blue": This is torture, yet I love it. I want more for some reason. I am getting a sense of being lowered, and suddenly his hands begin unwrapping me, still tied up. 

I am now standing up straight, his mouth kissing my lips, moving down to my neck, my head tilting, giving him access, as his lips keep kissing, reaching my breasts. I moan, ready for his mouth to suck, the feel of something ice cold pushing against it making me moan, as he rubs the ice cube from the nipple across to the other one. 

My moans intensify as I strive to stay grounded, avoiding an immediate rush to the limit. The needle's piercing sensation elicits a moan, triggering memories of the last encounter. The crisscross of needles, his forceful push, and the subsequent surge of endorphins nearly brought me to climax instantly. Another needle pierces through, and my body yearns for the pressure, anticipating the acceleration of my breath. The tiny needles grazing my skin provoke more moans.

The pinwheel is now in play, intensifying my moans, and the whip's sting on my ass elicits screams. As he presses the pinwheel harder against my skin, the whip strikes again. "Blue", I utter, my mind overwhelmed. I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word.

The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the skin is torn. Moaning from the pleasure of orgasm, I lean against him.

He slowly unties the rope, kissing down my body. The rope drops, and he lifts me, wrapping my legs around him, pushing me against the wall. His mouth explores my breasts, hand gripping my throat, and the leather adds to the sensory overload. The orgasm surges again as his teeth bite down. Moaning, I try to resist, but his hips start moving, his leather-clad cock rubbing against me.

"Blue, yellow," I gasp, unable to endure much more. The pause at the edge feels exhilarating, but the repeated intensity is draining. "Does Kitten want to finish?" His voice growls.

"Yes, Sir," I reply, biting my lip in anticipation. His hips thrust again, and I moan, wrapping my arms around him. The leather rubs against me as the orgasm spreads. His hand tightens around my neck, and my body collapses onto his.

Carrying me to the bed, we remain in silence. His hand tenderly applies lotion, removing the pins, and he kisses me. This experience feels distinct, as if he's enjoying it for himself, not just for my pleasure.

"Hey, have you noticed that we haven't had any more problems?" His comment made me realise he was right; there had been no issues since the launch. Maybe Damien was the culprit all along, and the police scared him off?

"Well, we had a peaceful Christmas. I hate bringing him up, especially now, but Steve's birthday is the same date as Beatrice's. I was thinking of throwing a joint party for them both. That way, he can't say no because he'll be going to Beatrice's."

As I awaited his response, he remained quiet. Perhaps it was too soon to mention Steve's name.

"If he agrees to come, I think it would be nice. He hasn't celebrated his birthday in years and doesn't even see anyone on that day. So, if he agrees, why not?" Wrapping my arms around him, I moved closer, and our lips pressed together. "Thank you," I said, smiling at him, realising how close I came to possibly losing him.

"I told you, Steve and I will stay friends through anything. I still love him and you the same. No matter what, I wouldn't punish you for saying his name or thinking of him. I know from time to time, you will."

He was too kind, always too kind. "Well, let's go get the girls. Christmas is coming, and I want to spend as much time with just the four of us."

Kissing his lips, I got up, walked across the room, grabbed my clothes, and got dressed. Sean lay there, just watching me, not saying anything.

"Sorry, sir, but I'm going to have to top from the bottom here and tell you to move your ass. We have to go get the girls." I looked at him, and he seemed shocked by my words. Why?

"Okay, Kitten. Orders received and understood," he smiled, climbing out of bed. I knew I was lucky, foolish, and lucky.