The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[DarkWarrioress]

She swung around, a ready smile for her lover on her lips. A sparkle in her eyes reserved only for him.

"Hello, darling. Shall I pour--"

She didn't finish the sentence. It was his eyes and that grin on his mouth that gave her pause. Instantly, she had a feeling that his thirst wasn't for the sweet juice she was drinking. Her heart rate accelerated. Rapidly. Her eyes moved over him, almost leisurely. She loved him in that color. But more than that, how long had it been? She felt a twinge between her thighs. Too long. Her fingers tightened around the glass she was holding. Her eyes slid upward to his face, his dark ones meeting her green ones. The rim of the glass rose to meet her lips. She took a sip that put moisture back into the cavern of her mouth, but barely. As the glass lowered, the tip of her tongue swiped against her bottom lip. She adored him when he found the mood to play with her. The glass found the granite counter top of the island with a litter chitter. Nervousness or thrill? Both. With this man? Definitely, both.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His gaze on her was steady as he watched her, the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes making him smile inwardly when she swung around. It was always there for him. Whenever he saw her. It made him feel special. Wanted. He watched calmly as the rim of the glass slid between her luscious lips, the liquid entering her mouth after which he imagined it sliding down her throat. He loved that throat. Especially when stuff was sliding down. As the glass pulled away from her mouth and her tongue flicked over that bottom lip, he started moving in her direction slowly. As the glass hit the granite counter, he was standing to her left. His arm slid around her waist as his lips planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Pour...what, darling?"

His grip over her waist tightened immediately as he moved behind her, his lips trailing from her cheek towards her ear where his lips captured the soft lobe between them and sucked gently. Teeth nibbled on the flesh. Tongue flicked out to swirl inside the whorl before it moved downwards over her neck where his teeth sunk into her skin for a brief moment before withdrawing, his other hand sliding over her arm on one side, idly caressing it. His mouth hovered over her neck for a while before slowly moving to the back of it, his warm breath against her skin. Lips pressing against the back of her neck before gliding towards her left shoulder and kissing it gently. He looked up, tilting his head slightly, his right hand around her waist firmly holding her against his body, while his left hand moved away from her arm, one finger tracing a line down her left cheek slowly as they stood near the kitchen counter.

"How was your day?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She didn’t move. She couldn’t. She was rooted to the spot, her heart pounding in her chest as he moved toward her. Tension snaked its way up her spine as he moved in her direction. Her eyes watching him while she got the feeling of being stalked by a dangerously appealing male tiger.

“Hm? What?”

Damn him. He had momentarily shut down her brain of all thought. If that wasn’t delicious enough, his arm tightened around her waist as he moved behind her. She felt a spine tingling shiver slide through her. That shiver was rolled into another as his lips trailed from her cheek to her ear.

Oh god, not the ear.

She swallowed hard as her arm came up, her palm sliding along his arm, still holding her captive against his hard body. She wanted to melt. Against him. Her eyes slammed closed as the air in her lungs was suddenly gone. His teeth. Damn him. Her fingers curled into his arm. Her nails digging into the flesh there. Her head tipped upward slightly as his finger trailed down her cheek.

“My day?”

She managed to whisper raggedly.

“Not as good as it’s going to get, I’m sure.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The arm around her waist slid down as his hand rested against her right outer thigh, feeling the fabric of her skirt before it slid upwards slowly, all the way to her waistline and then above, coming to rest just under her arm. His fingers trailed down her cheek, and her neck before moving away from her body. He wasn't gripping her with his arm anymore, but she could feel the weight of his body against her as it pressed her from behind, now against the counter. His eyes shot to her pony tail as she whispered with ragged breath.

"What makes you so sure, dear?"

His left hand reached up and around to cup her cheek, turning her face to one side as his head tilted and dipped slightly. His eyes bore down on her. The hand that was resting on her other side slid down just a bit to rest against her hip as he felt the softness of her buttocks like a cushion against his manhood that was hardening inside the slacks. His mouth moved closer and claimed hers in a fierce manner. It was neither gentle, nor soft. But there was passion. And hunger that only existed between the two of them. His hand slid from her hip and back around over the firm globe of her ass, giving it a hard squeeze, even as the material of her skirt made his fingers slip and difficult to grab the flesh underneath. As their kiss broke and he pulled away from her mouth, his eyes didn't waver. They were still intently watching her every expression as his hand moved away from her bottom and slid around her body once again.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He withdrew his arm from her waist. As he pressed her forward, making her all too aware of the hardness that had grown in his slacks, her hands made contact with the counter of the island. Palms flat against the cold surface, a direct contrast to how she internally felt. He was burning her up from the inside, out and he hadn’t even begun anything yet.

How could she be sure? Because he was who he was. Her heart. Her desire. Her breath. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him. She couldn’t contain herself. She pressed her buttocks back against him, grinding into him. His kiss sent her reeling. The heat in his eyes, there for her, because of her, was a heady aphrodisiac. Her chest rose and fell swiftly with her potent need for constant air. For some reason, the damn stuff never seemed like enough.

“You.”

Her green eyes darkened, letting him see the embers of desire and need flare to life in their depths. All for him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His eyes slowly moved away from her face and down her body as his arm around her waist pulled her tightly against his body, before twisting and turning her to one side so that her front was visible to him, his own feet planted firmly on the ground with his upper body slightly tilted towards her. He was quite sure her feet were nowhere near firm and he was going to make damn sure of it that it stayed that way. He intended to make her weak in the knees, if it hadn't already happened and by the time he was done with her, she wouldn't be in a position to stand. It would happen. Slowly. But surely.

Her answer pleased him. A finger placed over her forehead, but only for a brief second as it started trailing down her nose, brushing over her lips, curving around her chin before sliding down her neck all the way down to her cleavage and passing between the gorgeous mounds of her breasts that were hidden underneath the tunic. His fingers paused over her belly before it withdrew. He looked back up into her eyes for a moment and then released her from his grip, taking a step back as she stood leaning against the counter of the island. He glanced towards the wall where all the utensils and kitchen tools were hanging and then back at her. He moved swiftly towards the wall and grabbed a pair scissors before returning to stand in front of her.

"That outfit looks really good on you, darling. But I'm afraid this is the last time you are going to be able to wear it."

His eyes traversed her body all the way from her heels to her ponytail.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her body twisted slightly. Her hip found the hard edge of the counter, pressing into it. His move to turn her so, had her on her tiptoes for the moment. Her balance was a precarious thing right then. She couldn’t blame it all on his movements, damn him again. Her knees were weakening from the assault on her senses.

His finger, trailing down her face, made her tip her head back slightly and when the pad of it crossed her lips, she fleetingly kissed it before it continued its path, wherever the hell that was going. A soft, small moan filled the kitchen and resounded off the cabinets, bouncing back to their ears as his finger teased her. It left a trail of throbbing fire in its wake. As his fingers paused over the concave curve of her belly, she could feel the heat in her lower abdomen start to spread.

She barely sucked in a breath, feeding her starving lungs as he left her but only for a second or two. His words barely registered in her mind.

Wait. What? She blinked.

Her eyes went to the scissors in his hand. Her favorite tunic. No. Her mind was a torn passionate maze. Yes. Do it. No. Don’t. Just let me take it -- screw it. If he wanted to cut it off of her, she'd just make him buy her a new one. The luxury of beautiful clothes was one thing, dressing for him was another, but right now, it was a torture. She needed to be naked for his eyes.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He watched her closely as she stood there against the counter, her mind torn between wanting to be ripped of her clothes for him and keeping her favorite dress. The soft sounds that emanated from that throat of hers pleased him, arousing him further. But tonight was not just about him. It was about her as well. Even if he was the one in control at the moment.

Stepping closer to her body once again, with the scissors in his right hand he placed the tip against the edge of her top, right in the middle of the front. His eyes shot to the wide belt that was placed around her waist. He looked up into her eyes once and swiftly slid the scissors open on both sides of the belt before cutting it loose from her body, not caring where it went or fell. His obstacle was gone.

"Remain still, love. I'd hate to have blood in the kitchen."

The tip of the scissors moved quickly to the bottom edge of her tunic once again and then he closed them. The first slit had been made as the front of her dress started getting divided, The scissors ran upwards, close to her body. He made sure the metal never touched her. Not yet anyway. As the tip approached her breasts, he tugged on the fabric and continued to scissor through until the sharp metal reached all the way to her neck. Buttons flew to the ground. His fingers brushed against the softness of her skin underneath before feeling the bra clad breasts that came partially into view.

He stepped back and admired the work he had done. Simple really. But effective. Although it could have looked amusing to some if they were watching. Incredibly arousing to others.

The skirt was next.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Control. It was a funny thing at times. With them, it could switch hands in the blink of a moment. It was never a contrived thing between them. It merely happened and they were comfortable enough with each other to let the reins change hands whenever it did.

Her belt went first. She felt a pang of loss which was swiftly replaced with the thrill of his control. His words brought a lazy, enticing smile to her lips. She knew about sharp things, wielded them when she saw fit. And the scissors were sharp, deadly so. She always insured it.

Her breath caught, her eyes dilated as the scissors went to work on her tunic. Buttons flew in every direction and her ears registered the sound of them hitting the counter and the floor. As the sharp edges passed over her breasts, she inhaled sharply again. Her head tipped backwards exposing her vulnerable neck to his eyes.

The material parted to either side of her body, slightly. It did expose her lace clad breasts to his view. Her bra was an emerald green. The thong she wore under her skirt, matched it. As did her garter belt. She had a feeling, by gazing at his smug, well pleased expression, her skirt was going to be the next to go.

Her hands gripped the edge of the granite counter behind her. Her legs readjusted themselves, parting slightly. She twitched. Deeply. There was something to be said about her man exposing her to his eyes while he remained fully dressed.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His eyes didn't miss the lace that adorned her gorgeous breasts as it came into view. They never missed a thing when it came to her. They were merely waiting. Waiting to expose her body one deliciously tasty part at a time so that they could drink in her entire beauty at once. Although the glimpses were like foreplay. Intense foreplay as the scissors slowly cut through her dress material.

He noticed her hands as they grabbed the counter, her body trying to stay still as her legs parted slightly. He lowered himself onto his knees and smiled up at her as the tip of the metal once again flicked against fabric, this time her skirt that was tightly wound against the lower half of her body. His eyes then focused on the blades as they opened and started running straight upwards. The slit in her skirt got bigger and bigger until the tip came to rest just below her pelvis. He stopped and pulled his hand away, still holding the scissors. His other hand tucked into the waistband and yanked her forward before the metal cut open the remaining top portion of her pencil skirt, making sure not to hurt her in any way.

The lovely creamy thighs that came into view along with the garters made his mouth water. If an outsider was watching through the window, he could have bet who was in control at that moment. He would be very wrong however. Unless he noticed the scissors in his hands. Smiling back up into her eyes, he admired the view in front of him as the skirt slipped off her body and dropped to the floor. The emerald green thong that hid her pussy lips from his view and the garters matched the lace fabric he had noticed clung against her breasts. Lovely. It was going to be fun playing with his kitten. He had every intention of ripping all the things off her body using the scissors, one by one. Except maybe the heels.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

M. On his knees in front of her. Her mouth went instantly dry. The fire in her blood raged throughout her body. He was going to thoroughly wreck her. She just knew it. He hadn’t even begun with her yet and she could feel herself already wet. The scissors went to the hem of her skirt, somewhere between her slightly spread legs and starting cutting. Her eyes watched the process. The pressure of the skirt gave way to the sharp edge of the scissors and by the time they got to the waistband of her skirt, her tummy muscles had sucked in rigidly. The sudden yank caused her lower body to bow away from the counter toward him. Her heart jolted.

The material dropped away and fell to the floor. The pleasure in his eyes at uncovering her, washed over her. She felt priceless. He never ceased, day in and day out, to remind her of how sexy and sensual he found her. Her heart swelled. Her spirit soared.

The haze of passion made her eyes smoky, a darker hue of green as she gazed down at him. Was he planning to cut the rest off of her or did he have something else in mind now?

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He ran his hand slowly up her stocking clad leg. Skin. Against fabric. Against skin. Such a sensual, erotic feeling it was. For her, as well as him. For his eyes. As well as his fingers as they moved upwards, pausing just where the edge of the stockings were clipped by the garter belt. He felt her skin. No fabric in between them this time. He continued to run his left hand along the bare portion of her thigh as his fingers curled inwards and slid towards the heat that was radiating from between her legs. His eyes glanced up at her once. Should he cut the rest of her undergarments? No. Maybe not yet. He wanted to savor this. Relish it. Leisurely.

Standing up once again, his hand remaining against her thigh, just centimeters below her covered sex, he moved his palm over the material of the thong and cupped her lips gently, stepping very close to her body and leaning in to kiss her mouth. It was intimate. Not too rough. Not too gentle. When the kiss ended, he stepped back and took her left arm into his hands, raising it up in front of him, between the two of them and held the tip of the cutting tool once again near her wrist.

"Still, my dear."

He didn't want her to waste energy in removing those clothes, however tiny amount of effort it might take. He wanted to see each and every piece of that clothing fall to the floor without her moving a muscle. The sharp blades cut through each of the arms of her tunic this time until they reached her shoulders. When he was finally done cutting on both sides, the top fell from her body and onto the floor. Her lovely figure was now for his eyes to admire. Dressed only in the emerald green bra, matching thong and garters, stockings, and heels. He didn't fail to notice the gold collar that was placed around her neck. His eyes shot downwards and looked around, as he eyed the skirt and the tunic that were lying on the floor before his gaze returned to her with a wicked grin.

"I guess I need to buy you another outfit."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A sensual moan. Low. Gutteral. Feral in need, slipped from her lips. His fingertips tortured her flesh. Just that one sound. It’s all she let slip. Damn tease. She could do it too. She damn well knew he loved wringing those sounds from her throat and lips, almost as much as he loved making her squirm for him. His palm pressed against her. As he leaned forward to kiss her, his palm still pressed there, she moaned again. Okay. So she broke. He did that to her. Stripped away her will. The kiss broke. Her eyes pleaded for it not too. He stepped back, raising her arm and set the scissors to the sleeve of her tunic. He made short work of divesting her of the rest of her outer clothing.

His eyes went to the simple beautiful collar around her neck. It was only removed, when he, himself, removed it and that usually was only to strap another one on that suited his whim. The gold one always replaced afterwards.

She grinned. Despite the need that gnawed at her soul, she grinned.

“Damn straight you do and you’ll be dressing me every time I try on something.”

A soft slight growl came from her throat and her eyes flipped to a slightly aggressive look. But under it, another smoldered. The fire he had started and fanned for brilliantly.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He watched her grin. Along with that slightly aggressive growl that left her throat. It didn't move him. He was in complete control here. And the Tigress could growl all she wanted to. She was not going to switch. Not now. Not today.

"Are you sure you want to take that chance...every...single...time, my dear? Hm? Especially when I'm in the mood of running around with scissors. I would hate to be there and rip apart all those beautiful new clothes. I do like you dressing up for me...and also dressing you up myself...but...maybe not...every..single...time."

He winked and let out a wickedly soft chuckle before stepping close to her body. His hands grabbed her hips before sliding down a bit and lifted her up onto the counter, her buttocks brushing against the edge before settling over the cool granite top. His hands slid down her thighs as she sat there before moving inwards to part her legs. He stood between them, close to the edge of the counter and gazed directly into her eyes. His kitten. At his disposal.

He placed a soft peck on her lips before leaning back and grabbing the scissors once again. This time the metal touched her skin as the outer edge slid against her shoulder before the blades opened and cut the right strap of the bra. He did the same to the left strap. The emerald green lace lowered from her breasts as the bra was scissored. Then placing the cool metal against her belly, he held the blades perpendicular to the ground, the tip hovering underneath the space where the two cups meet. One quick snip. Done. What else remained? Thong. Garters. Stockings. He took half a step back and his eyes moved from her breasts to her eyes.

"I want you to lie on your back, my darling. Now."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She wasn’t looking to flip and well he knew it. She tilted her head slightly as she continued to saucily grin at him.

“Didn’t you ever learn that lesson about not running around with scissors, darling? I don’t plan to let you have scissors in your possession when we go shopping for new outfits. You’ll definitely play lady’s maid, mark my words.”

Before she could continue or catch her second wind, he winked at her, following it up with that rich wicked tone he used when he chuckled. Damn him thrice. His hands fastened on her hips and he lifted her onto the granite counter top. Her eyes were fascinated with his hands sliding over her thighs. When his hands parted her legs, her own arms extended behind her, palms flat on the surface of the counter. He stepped between her legs. She twitched again, not only deep inside, but on the surface too. There was nothing like having a man, her man, between her thighs.

A kiss, too brief for her liking. Then those scissors returned. She felt the cool metal touch her heated skin and almost sighed. The right strap of her bra fell away. Then the left. The full swell of each breast kept the cups in place. Until the scissors poised at the material in between. Her eyes sought his out. His were intent on the job at hand.

Snip.

That’s all it took. Just one. With nothing to hold the material together, it fell away, exposing her breasts to his view. His eyes moved upward to her face, to find her own gaze collide with his and held.

His command. Her service. She slowly leaned back, her arms coming away from their earlier held position. Her back kept lowering until she felt the cool, hard surface of the granite under her. Her knees bent over the edge of the counter. Her hands came to rest on her stomach as she gazed up at the kitchen ceiling. Her body was taut with tension. Every nerve ending throughout her body, pulsed. The heat of desire, need and lust rose in the air between them.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Her words registered in his mind but were shoved into some closed, dark compartment inside his head for now. He was in no mood to play anybody's maid. Neither was she in the mood to make him. Maybe another day. Another time. His eyes smiled and watched as she leaned back against the counter, lowering her bare skin slowly down onto the cold surface of the polished stone. He stood against the edge of the counter as her legs parted on either side of him with bent knees, her panty clad sex clearly visible in between her stocking clad thighs. Her heels rested against the surface, waiting to slip off the edge as he watched her lie back per his command and place both her hands over her belly. He glanced up at the kitchen ceiling once, smiled and then grabbed her right leg using both his hands. One hand slid to her calf while the other hand cupped her heel. His eyes shot to hers directly as his cheek brushed against her ankle. The heel on her foot slowly came off, his lips planting a gentle kiss against the fabric of the stocking.

His eyes were on hers the entire time, his mouth traveling all the way up her leg, stopping just above her knee when his nose brushed against her bare skin. He was now leaning over the counter between her thighs. He placed her foot back onto the granite and grabbed her left leg to slowly remove her other shoe while watching her intently. He needed to see the look in her eyes as he undressed her slowly. As he took off her heels. And then the rest of her intimate things. Soon, she would watch herself being separated from the remnants with her own beautiful eyes.

Both heels dropped to the floor one after the other, the sound echoing throughout the otherwise almost silent room as his lips planted soft kisses along her inner left leg, once again stopping where the garters were clipped, but only for a moment. He continued his travel further upwards and dug his teeth into her left inner thigh this time, while holding her leg in both his hands, fingers caressing it idly before finally letting it go. He could already feel the heat radiating from her and the oh so familiar scent that was slowly filling his nostrils. One hand raised high in the air. A snap of the fingers as he looked up at the ceiling and leaned back from between her legs. A mirror appeared above the island. His eyes lowered down to her once more.

"I had it installed last weekend when you were away on business." He stepped away from the counter while still speaking, grabbed something from the drawer, "I also had a few other things installed here in the kitchen while you were away." and returned to her with a different cutting tool this time. "But more about those later."

"Do you like it, my darling?" He looked up at the mirror on the ceiling once again briefly before he bent slightly, his eyes bore down on her, chin resting over his right arm that was pressing down on her knee, the small chef's knife waiting to be used as he held it dangling between his fingers, just inches from her thigh/calf area of the bent leg. She knew the tool very well. She used it in her kitchen all the time. And made sure it was always, extremely, sharp.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She never for a second thought he was anywhere else but right there with her, oh, not physically, though there was that too, but mentally, he was in this place with her. They were locked in an indefinable moment of time. Together. The second she felt his hands on her, her eyes shifted from the ceiling, moving leisurely down her body to where he stood with her leg in his hand. Green eyes closed for an instant as she drew in a long, slow breath as his cheek brushed against her ankle, then felt his lips through the finely weaved fabric of her stocking.

Oh baby, baby. How you make me feel.

The words weren’t spoken aloud, but the sentiment was carried in her eyes, plain enough for him to see and know. The edge of lust in hers was now softened by her feelings for him. His eyes held hers captive even as his lips traveled up her leg. Could any man ever love a woman so much?

Her leg was replaced on the counter as he lifted the other one. She heard her heel hit the floor to join the other. His soft kisses along her inner thigh was almost her undoing. The hard sharp, sweet, brief pang of pain as his teeth sank into her thigh, threw that sharp edge of lust and need right back into her eyes. She moaned softly for him.

She knew what that snap of fingers usually meant. What had he done? She followed his look to the ceiling and found herself grinning like a fool. Only M. What else did he have installed in her kitchen? With his devious mind? Who knew. Was that really her? Her hair splayed out across the island like red seaweed floated on the surface of water at low tide. She saw herself as he saw her.

His words drew her eyes from the reflected portrait above and found his. Her heart beat accelerated alarmingly as she saw the small knife in his hands. Her lips went dry as did her throat.

Oh sweet god, he wasn’t, was he?

He was out to push every single one of her buttons today. Blades, her weakness. There was something about tempered steel against her skin that made her swoon. She had used it on him. This was the first time he was about to use her own trademark against her.

Question. Required a reply. Focus, Caitlin. Focus.

She glanced up at the ceiling into the mirror then back at him standing between her spread legs. She had to wet her lips again.

“Very nice addition, M…. not…what I expected at all.”

Her voice was breathless. Her eyes fastened on the sharp blade in his hand that caught the lighting from above, causing the steel to wink at her.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The look in her eyes when his lips touched her legs, the sweet delightful moans coming out of her mouth, the expression on her face when she looked up into the mirror...they were all priceless. He smiled and came around the edge of the island, standing on her left side, leaning over her body spread on the granite top. The red tresses of her hair were splayed on the stone top, hanging off of one edge while her stocking clad feet were pointed towards the other. His eyes turned darker, lingering on that hair for a while before they moved to her face. His right arm rose as the knife appeared.

"I had a feeling you might like it. Now, I would suggest not moving, my love."

He pressed the cool blade against her cheek before slowly tilting it, sliding the blunt side down to the corner of her mouth, while the sharp edge was in the air. His wrist turned as the tip of the knife was now pressed against her bottom lip. No pressure. He knew what even the slightest amount of pressure, applied over the wrong place could do to her flesh. He didn't want that to happen, especially if she didn't want it. The tip slowly curved down her lip and around her chin as he watched her carefully. So beautiful. He paused when the blade came to rest just above her neck and pulled it back an inch to let her dip her head back. Once her neck was nicely visible and stretched out, he continued to caress her skin with the tip of the knife, making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure each time it stopped, letting her feel the sharpness of the blade without marking her flesh. The metal passed between her breasts and slid down her belly before it turned left and paused just below her hip where the waistband of her thong clung to her skin. His head turned to look at her face after he proceeded to glide the blade further down her thigh.

"You did good, darling. Now, it's time to lose some more clothing. Again. Remain still. You just need to lie down and stare up at the ceiling, if you want a peek."

The knife went in between each of the straps of the garter and her thigh. Each flick of the wrist met with resistance as the elastic snapped. The stockings were no longer attached to her waist. He smiled and turned his attention to her thong. His wrist turned once again as the flat side of the blade pressed against her hip, the tip slowly sliding underneath the lacy green material before she felt the blunt edge press down against her skin. The tip emerged from the other side. He felt the resistance. Then there was a jerk as his wrist flicked upwards. The fabric tugged against her waist and rubbed against her sex as the thong was cut on one side. There would be no resistance when he did the same to the other side of her underwear. He looked back at her once before going to work. Leaning over her body, he cupped her sex with his palm, pressing firmly. She was wet for him. Wetter than when he had touched her earlier. He could feel it now.

Grabbing the part of the fabric that was enclosing her lips, he pulled it away from her right side and slid the blade once again between the waistband of the thong and her pelvis. This time there was no quick movement of the hand, but rather he tore through the material slowly using the sharp edge and the tip, keeping the pressure using his other hand until her sex was exposed. Glistening. Beautifully. His gaze turned to her once again. Then, he bent over, still standing to her left, his head going between her thighs and planting a soft kiss against her luscious lips, her scent intoxicating him again. His tongue snaked out to taste his kitten, taking a long slow lick along her slit before his head turned to look directly at her, his body still bent over the counter.

"It's time to shred those stockings. What do you think, Caitlin?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her fingers curled into her stomach. Her breath came in short puffs as she felt the coldness of unforgiving steel against her cheek. Her eyes were fastened to the image floating above her. To feel even while she watched it happen, sent her senses reeling, in every direction. She had no idea her lover could wield the steel as expertly as he did. Her lover, her heart. Her head tipped back against the counter as she felt the blade at her throat. It was instinctive of her, in this position.

The blunt side of the blade passed over her throat, moving between her breasts. Her breathing turned incredibly shallow. There was nothing she could do about her palpitating heart however. As the blade slid closer to her belly, she moved her hands, sliding them off their place and let them rest on each side of her body. The muscles in her stomach tightened.

He didn’t have to encourage her to look in the mirror. Her eyes had been glued there since he started with the knife. She found herself biting her lip as the sharp edge of the knife slid under each stretched strap of her garter and gave a sharp tug upward to overcome the resistance it would encounter, each fell under his mastery.

Her thong was next. The muscles in her lower abdomen sunk inward in anticipation. She almost squirmed. The moment she felt the pressure of the material press against her sex. Almost. His palm. Cupped against her throbbing, obviously wet, warmth. Her pelvic region minutely pressed against his hand while it could before she needed to remain still again.

She groaned. Lowly. Deep in her throat as she felt the contact of his lips against her lower ones. In the mirror, all she could see was the back of his head. Her hands went there, sliding over the back of his head in a gentle caress. Her body stretched, bowed, as his tongue soaked in the flavor of her essence.

Her eyes dipped from the image above to find and meet his eyes.

“I believe,” she swallowed, “I love that idea, Sir.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He would taste her later. He knew what his tongue did to her. Especially when it was somewhere between her thighs. He knew which buttons to push and when. But there was a small piece of material that was still on her body which he needed to remove first. She was now devoid of all clothes except the sensual nylon that was still wrapped around her sexy legs all the way from her thighs to her toes. Leaning back up from over her body he walked around the corner of the island once again and shifted his weight against the edge of the counter between her legs.

The knife had already slipped underneath the left stocking, the blunt side rubbing against the flesh of her thigh as he started tearing through the nylon slowly. The initial cut met with some resistance. After that it was smooth sailing all the way. He let her leg stay bent over the counter as the tip of the knife reached the peak before moving down her knee and then her shin, ripping the stocking all the way to her foot. He followed the same procedure with the other leg. The right stocking was cut all the way from thigh to toe. The material still clung to the back of her legs. He placed the knife aside for the time being and grabbed whatever items of clothing were left over, under or on the sides of her body and collectively threw them down on the kitchen floor. Shredded panties, stockings, and garters joined her tunic and skirt. His kitten was now naked before him. Except for her collar.

He was just as aroused as she was, if not more. It was time. But there were a few things he needed to do first in preparation of what was about to happen. A snap of the fingers. A thick leather pad appeared from under the edge of the island at which her head was pointed and curved upwards to provide a sort of cushion. Another one appeared at the other end as sort of an extension so that her legs could rest on it when straightened. Another snap. Four hooks appeared at the four corners. Two for her wrists. Two for her ankles. She could only see these if she looked carefully up in the mirror. He walked around on the side where her head was pointed, grabbed a bunch of hair and tugged on it.

"Shift back, my pet."

He made sure that she had shifted back slightly before tying her up so that her neck was resting on the leather cushion while her head hung slightly over the edge.

"Enough."

Letting go of her hair as it flowed over the edge, he grabbed each of her legs on the other end of the counter and pulled them apart, straightening them out. Both her hands were secured using chains above her head to the two hooks. Her ankles were cuffed and linked to the two hooks at the bottom edge of the island. He looked at his kitten, totally open to him, bound and pulled apart. A few small things still remained before he could start.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The blade had always been her friend. Always. The conditioning she had gone through to wield it had been excruciating. Now, it tortured her. Granted, it was in the most delightful of torturous ways. The top of her stocking was tough going, but M dealt with it. The edge of the knife then slid through the rest of her stocking like pressing through softened butter. She watched as they fell away from her legs like fluttering paper through air.

His hand fisted her hair and tugged. At his command, she arced her back off the granite just enough so she could give a quick shove of her body backwards. Her eyes followed his body as he moved down to her legs, cuffing and hooking. Damn. She wasn’t the only one who could make chains and hooks appear. But her kitchen? She giggled. What would the guests think? Her eyes flashed to the ceiling again and she almost wished she hadn’t done that. Her own body reflected back the imagery of her bound and spread for his pleasure. She did squirm then in anticipation of what he might have in store for her.

She knew damn well he remembered what had occurred in the Room of Mirrors and how she teased him, drove him wild with need. How she didn’t stop or show mercy. She had a stinking hunch, today was her turn. Instinctively, she tugged against her restraints.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He walked over to the fridge and pulled something out, coming back to the island on which his dish was being prepared, laid out for his taking. Almost ready to be consumed. The item that he had just pulled out from the fridge was in fact nothing but a previously peeled banana. Covered in a thick layer of chocolate. He had made sure the chocolate covering had become hard enough not to drip or melt unless some amount of heat was applied to it. He held it in his hand, moving to her right side this time and staring down into her eyes with a lust, hunger, and passion that only the two of them shared.

He brought one end of the banana against her lower lips, leisurely sliding it over them, his eyes moving away from hers and watching as the chocolate over the tip was already starting to melt, but not quite. It would, eventually. The curved fruit slowly started sliding inside her as he shoved it through her wetness, her petals parting readily, swallowing the fruit as it lodged itself halfway into the heat of her sex. The other half, remained sticking out of her pussy like a thick dark brown cock. He turned his eyes to her again before licking his fingers of the chocolate that had melted against his skin while he held the item inserted into her pussy. He glanced up at the ceiling once and then back at her.

"Do you see what I see, kitten? Doesn't it look beautiful?"

He grinned wickedly at her before making a quick trip into the dungeon and returned with a pouch in his hand. Pulling out two chains, he fastened one end of each to her wrists and the other end held a clamp that went around her nipple. Making sure there was enough tension in the chain that every time she tugged or pulled against those restraints in the wrong direction, or arched her body enough, her nipples would feel the effect. There were no screws. Just her movements would be enough to do the damage. He then started removing his clothes, starting with the belt.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He went out of her line of vision, physically and mirrored image. However, a small clue made itself known when she heard the subtle opening and closing of the refrigerator door. Damn him. Whatever he was up to was bound to be cold. That, was confirmed a few moments later.

Coldness. It touched her overly heated body and made goosebumps appear on her skin immediately. What the hell did he have in his hand? Her hips twitched, trying to avoid the cold, but to no avail. He had her on lock down so well.

Dummy. Look up. Duh.

Her eyes shot to the mirror above.

Oh god.. A banana, covered in chocolate. Fuck me, sideways.

He had taken one of their earlier offline teases and made it a reality. And fuck the cold. Okay. Wait. That’s exactly what he was doing to her. Slowly, teasingly, fucking her with a cold, hardened chocolate covered banana.

AND he left the damn thing inside her before disappearing.

“M! Damn you! Don’t you leave me here with that frozen banana shoved inside ---”

Too late. He had. She grumbled. She used her internal muscles, but the damn thing stubbornly remained shoved deeply inside her, the chocolate slowly melting, coating her walls. Hm. She was warming to that idea. Her wicked sense of imagination was kicking in too.

M returned with a pouch in hand. Her head twisted as he came up from below. Now what was he up to? That wicked grin did not bode well for her.

Chains. Two of them. Her curiosity was soon sated. She watched in the mirror as one end was fastened around her wrist and the other end, which held a clamp, was fastened to her nipple. She waited until he did her other side before she experimentally tugged on her wrists restraints. The results made her eyes dilate.

Wicked, wicked man. How she adored him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The belt slid out of the loops as he tossed it over her abdomen. Then the zipper of the pants made a sound before his slacks dropped to the kitchen floor. Stepping out of them, he pulled the polo over his head and threw it down onto the floor, standing completely naked next to her. It had taken time to undress her. His was quick in comparison. She could see the thickness of his already aroused shaft as it protruded from his body. Stepping close to where her head was hanging off the edge of the island, he reached his hand to grab the banana that was still lodged inside her and started moving it slowly, in and out from between her lips. He was quite sure the chocolate inside must have melted by now, because his fingers were covered with it in seconds even as he held the outer part. What else could he expect with the kind of heat that was emanating from between those legs. His cock brushed against her cheek, rubbed against her face while he continued to fuck her slowly with the brown colored fruit, coating the inside walls with chocolate.

"I was just giving it time to melt, honey," He whispered, "I want your cunt all nicely coated with it."

He gave out a wicked laughter before his fingers came off the banana and slid over her lips as he let her lick them clean and have just a little taste of the chocolate. Once she was done, he grabbed the shaft at it's base with one hand, fisted a bunch of her hair with the other and aimed the thick, throbbing velvety head to her mouth. Her sexy mouth was born to suck his cock. And she did it so well. Even while tied up and hung upside down, Sort of. His grip on her hair tightened as a soft growl was heard from his throat for the first time. His eyes bore down on her as he pressed forward and shoved his manhood into her mouth with one thrust. She did not take it all in at once. But she would. Slowly. His eyes shot to the banana launched inside her sweetness. His hand left her hair and grabbed the fruit once again as he began to slowly push it deeper inside her, but not all the way. Unlike his cock. That would go all the way. Down her throat. His balls brushed against her forehead, and then her nose as he started moving his hips.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She heard the sound of his belt as it freed the loops of his slacks. Heard the whisper of the zipper being drawn down. The visual, caught in the mirror above, simply added to her arousal. Her eyes drank in his nakedness. She made a soft sound as the banana started moving inside her. It moved quite slickly in and out of her tunnel.

Yeah… that’s what she thought. Now, what exactly did he have planned for that sweetly coated passage way of hers? She could think of at least two things. Both of which were guaranteed to drive her out of her mind. His wicked laughter slid over her like sinful dark chocolate could have. She shivered.

His fingers found her lips and reactively, she licked them, tasting banana, chocolate and herself on them. His sudden hold on her hair made her heart start thumping rapidly in her chest cavity again. No time for thought as he aimed his thick, wide cock head toward her waiting mouth. Her lips parted giving entrance into her mouth. She was ready for him, from the moment he rubbed against her cheek. His hand left her hair and she felt the banana start to move inside her again. She moaned around the thick pulsing shaft. The vibrations pushed against his head as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth and toward her throat.

She tugged against her wrist restraints, wanting to get her hands on him, having forgotten the chains. Ah, those chains. Those tugs sent a reaction that made her arch her back off the granite as the chains tightened and pulled at her nipples. Her mouth was full. She couldn’t voice her frustration. Her back flopped back to the granite as she continued to accept him, overcoming her gag reflex. Then, she began to milk him, with the muscles of her throat. They rolled over his length in a continual tugging motion of their very own.

Her mouth was filled. Her vaginal cavity was thoroughly coated in a sticky sweetness not completely of her own making with a banana still lodged inside it. That left one orifice left untouched and if truth be told, her senses were already on overload.