Isle De Soledad

[cgraven]

Corbeau savored the way Saskia melted into that sensually seductive kiss. he loved how she so willingly abandoned herself to it . He savored this little conquest of her innocence as the kiss lingered deepened until they shared but a single life giving breath their hearts beating in unison. She clung to him as if he where the only reality in what was a most surrealistic world of bound beauty that surrounded her.

There was almost a sense of desperation as this pale dark haired beauty broke their kiss her eyes both frantic and longing as her gaze darted about the gallery before finding his. Corbeau could see so many unasked questions in those stunning eyes, he saw the fear the way the her life force pulsed rapidly just below the silken skin of her neck and yet he saw something else in those smoldering eyes.

Corbeau slide his hands up Saskia's arms his fingers interlaced with hers as he brought her hands down from around his neck. He held both her dainty wrist in one massive hand. His dark eyes held hers as he reached for the manacles. The cold caress of iron encircled Saskia's wrists. click, click the manacles as softly as the whispered sigh of the shutter but with a finality that cut off all avenues of escapes.

His lips brushed her wrist where silken skin and iron met.

"Shall You pose standing or kneeling Miss Reynolds?"

There was a surrealistic air to Corbeau's formality as she lay naked with in his encircling arms.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Saskia was barely aware of the fact that he had brought her hands down, holding both her wrists captive in one of his hands. His dark eyes held her attention … kept her mesmerised. Two soft clicks echoed through the room as her decision became signed and sealed.

Saskia’s eyes darted down to find a pair of cold objects encircling her wrists ... wordlessly staring at the manacles as fear flickered in her eyes. There was no escape anymore.

As if in slow motion, Corbeau lowered his head to brush his lips across her captive wrists. Saskia bit down on her bottom lip as she watched the simple yet profound gesture. He seemed to relish in the knowledge that he was systematically relieving her of control … placing Saskia even more at his mercy than she was already.

Corbeau seemed unfailingly calm and sure of himself … his words quietly spoken commands. For some absurd reason Saskia felt compelled to comply … a strange sense of wanting to ‘please’ him.

A soft frown flitted across her brow at the thought. How was it possible for him to bend her will simply by speaking? Was it the tone in his voice … or his body language … or the way his fingertips seemed to glide across her skin as if he knew every contour … every plane?

“Kneeling,” she whispered as she finally looked up into his dark and searching eyes, an almost formal air about him.

I am just posing for a few photos to help him with his artwork … nothing more, nothing less, Saskia kept telling herself.

 

[cgraven]

With the soft click, click of the manacles those stunning eyes demurely lowered to see the cold iron that seem to take all of her choices away a captive in a strange house on a deserted Island and at the mercy of a man she had just met.

Corbeau noticed soft frown flitted across Saskia's brow the thought marring the flawless beauty of her face. he smiled as she worried her lower lip as if deep in thought or indecision so like a young schoolgirl so eager to please as she stands on the brink of a new undiscovered world. He watched and waited as this pale beauty with the dark raven tresses made her choice.

“Kneeling,”

she whispered as she finally looked up into his dark and searching eyes. A smile bowed the man's lips.

"Kneeling and excellent choice Miss Reynolds."

Again he pressed his lips to her captured wrists. His kiss pressed to where the young beauty's life force beat just below the surface of her silken skin. He lifted her chin with a single finger till her soft shimmering eyes met his he held those stunning eyes captive as he raised her by her bound wrists her naked body now pressed to the coarse material of his clothing. He held Saskia balanced on the tip of that finger the dark depths of his fathomless eyes treating to swallow her whole as his lips brushed hers in a fleeting kiss, a kiss to tempt to seduce. His lips where gone in an instant. to hover just a breath away from hers so tempting.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Corbeau seemed pleased with her decision and the strangest part of it was that Saskia felt ... content in the knowledge.

Ice blue eyes watched in silent fascination as he pressed another kiss to her bound wrists, his lips brushing across her skin in a soft caress. It only fuelled her initial reaction further.

Saskia was about to sink to her knees before him, her motion halted as he placed a single finger under chin, lifting her head to look at him. Her eyes were instantly held by his steady gaze. She tilted her head to the side, her raven hair sliding across her shoulder as she considered the man before her. The slither of fear she had felt before had all but evaporated.

Corbeau slowly ... sensually lifted her wrists above her head with his free hand. Saskia’s frame stretched, lifting her breasts and accentuating her narrow waist as she leaned in against him, the full length of her naked body pressed against the hard planes of Corbeau’s.

Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes dropped down to his lips for a fleeting second before returning to his eyes. God ... he made her feel sexy. She subconsciously licked her lips as she lost herself in his eyes, a delicious shiver running down her spine. Corbeau bent his head and brushed a kiss across her lips. Saskia could feel the fireworks explode deep inside. Her cheeks stained lightly and her heart was pounding in her chest as her eyes fluttered shut, savouring his touch.

He slowly broke the kiss and Saskia’s eyes fluttered open a few moments later to stare at his lips a mere centimetre away from hers with hunger swirling in their azure depths. She wanted more. Desire kindled in her veins as her eyes meandered back to find him looking at her ... lust, desire ... want ... flickering there. With a groan of defeat, Saskia surrendered her lips to him, closing the gap between them as her lips touched his ... and then moved across them.

At this very moment it didn’t matter who he was or how long she had known him ... all she knew was that she wanted him ... God help her, she did.

 

[cgraven]

Those cool azure eyes so soft with a dark fascination that signaled that this sweet beauty had taken another little step into his dark sensually erotic world. He loved the way that Saskia's supple young body melted to his as she surrendered to his kiss. He slowly broke the kiss and Saskia’s eyes fluttered open a few moments later to stare at his lips a mere centimeter away from hers with hunger swirling in their azure depths.............her eyes meandered back to find him looking at her ... lust, desire ... want ... flickering there. With a groan of defeat, Saskia surrendered her lips to him, closing the gap between them as her lips touched his ... and then moved across them. She was his and Corbeau knew it as he claimed her sweet mouth in a demanding kiss that gave as much as it took.

Their bodies pressed together Corbeau leaned the young beauty back till she felt the little dais pressing the back of her legs. The soft drapery that covered it caressed her naked back as he laid her there. Slowly sensually her stretched her hands above her head. CLICK the chains that bound Saskia’s delicate wrist where caught and held fast. Slowly Corbeau's lips parted from his young model's They traced the line of her jaw with kisses as soft as he brush of a butterflies wing. Followed the sensual curve of her neck to where her slender neck and shoulder meet and her life force beat just below the surface of her soft silken skin. This teeth grazed Saskia's neck in a lover's bite. Then those kisses flowed lower across the seductive curve of the girl's breasts. The tip of his tongue circled her dusky pink areola teasing and taunting till it was a puffy little pink pillow crowned by a soft rose pink nipple. his teeth graced the taunt moist tip to hungrily suckle the sweet rose body as if he where a greedy infant.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Saskia’s mind was trapped in a haze of euphoria. The only thing that took precedence was Corbeau’s lips moving across hers … his body pressed against hers. She was barely aware that he moved her back slightly, until her movement was halted by a dull wooden thud that emanated from the dais as her heel stepped against it.

Corbeau gently lowered her onto the lush velvety material that covered the dais, his lips keeping her mind occupied. Raven hair sprawled across the surface and lightly teased her naked shoulders as the fabric whispered a soft caress across her heated flesh. Her breasts had moved slightly up and settled atop her chest as she laid her head back, the icy depths of her eyes fluttering shut.

Her skin prickled with gooseflesh in response to the heat that radiated from his body as Corbeau painstakingly slow, lifted her bound hands above her head. A soft gasp escaped Saskia’s lips as another ‘click’ echoed through the room. He had snapped her wrists in place above her head leaving her supple body stretched and vulnerable to him.

He lifted his head and halted the kiss, allowing his lips to meander along her jaw and down the length of her neck. Teeth dragging across the silken flesh, Saskia shuddered as his breath teased across her neck. Her head lulled to the side as a moan hummed on her lips, feeling his lips continue their path of liquid fire to the soft mounds of her breasts.

She felt the warmth of his tongue circle around her nipple, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure to her spine. Corbeau’s lips closed around the tight bud as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Saskia expelled a long breath that rushed past her lips as she arched against him. He was playing her body with masterful skill, the overwhelming sensory experience deepening the haze of ecstasy that Saskia was experiencing for the very first time.

She always thought that she would feel self-conscious … shy. Corbeau made her forget her insecurities, her inexperience … making her feel as if she was born to do this, to share her body with him … here … now.

 

[cgraven]

Soft languid azure eyes fluttering closed, moist ripe rose pink lips parted and "O"ed as a gasp of dark pleasure escapes them. Saskia’s supple young body bound and laid of the dais as if it where some pagan alter to lust and she the virginal sacrifice Offered up to the darkest pleasures. Corbeau's lips mouth and teeth played the innocent bound beauty's ravishing young body as if it where a fine musical instrument and he the master of it.

He explored her firm young breasts crowned now by puffy, dusky pink areolas, capped by taunt rosebud nipples. Sensual little kisses mingled with seductive tonguing and erotic little lover's nips floated down across the flat quivering plane of Saskia’s abdomen. The tip of his tongue darting into her naval. The soft where hip and thigh meet graced by a lover's nip. His hot moist breath washes across her mons, stirs the fine wisps of dark fleece, caresses the rose pink folds of the young innocent's labia. The musky fragrance of Saskia’s arousal so intoxicating fills his nostrils. Corbeau's tongue snakes out to catch the first dewy drop of her arousal on his tongue as if it where the nectar of the gods. He savors it and then his eyes lift to hers a dark smoldering need. His head lowers and Corbeau begins in earnest his seduction of the young innocent bound beauty. his mouth tongue and teeth lashing her sweet innocence as he drivers Saskia to the edge of the dark abyss that promises such dark forbidden pleasure. He lets her titter there her fingers outstretched where she can almost grasp the pleasure and yet he lets it slip from her grasp only to again build her to the point where she can almost taste the ecstasy that dances before her mind's eye.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Saskia watched in abject fascination as Corbeau descended on her body. The fiery strands in his hair marked his progress down her body as he adorned her flesh with light little kisses, dragging his tongue across her heated skin ... lower ... and lower. The little nips of his teeth jarred through her mind as she inhaled and expelled the much-needed air from her lungs. It felt as if her mind had somehow come undone, leaving her this heaving and writhing being that yearned for his every touch... his every caress.

She felt the warmth of his breath wash over that most intimate part of her a moment before his tongue dipped into the moist depths to savour the ambrosia that was offered from the heated depths of her soul. Saskia stopped breathing. A tingle that seemed to grow in intensity shot down straight to her feet leaving a warm and tingling sensation to simmer in every nerve-ending of her body. Her body suddenly remembered that it needed air as she gasped only to let out a long undulating moan, trembling uncontrollably.

He looked up for a moment and Saskia’s heart skipped a beat at the unbridled need that shimmered in the dark depths of his eyes. It was as if he was egged on by the longing need reflected in the light blue depths of her eyes, as if there was a hunger burning in his soul to send her plunging into the deepest darkest depths of complete and utter release.

He lowered his head and Saskia jolted as his tongue made contact with the sensitive nerve bud connected to every part of her body. He held it captive and lashed it with his tongue and teeth until Saskia was balking against him, control of her body no longer belonging to her ... but to him and him alone. She writhed and thrashed her head from side to side as every possible receptacle in her body sped up to near breakneck speed, incessant whimpers falling from her lips.

He would push her to the very edge of sanity and then let her slip down enough to almost catch her breath before he would start the torturous process again, sending her higher. Saskia never knew it was possible to feel such ecstasy. It felt as if she was disembodied from herself ... floating on a cloud of euphoria. Saskia strained against her bounds, her body writhing against Corbeau’s onslaught on her sanity until a sheen of perspiration shimmered on her skin.

“Please...” she heard the breathless plea. The voice sounded foreign to her, yet the unadulterated need and blistering passion that seemed to vibrate from the singularly unique contralto voice ... was her own.

“Please Corbeau,” she gasped again, and yet she had no idea what she was asking for. Her body knew though ... her mind whispered the dark answer to that question.

 

[cgraven]

Corbeau savors the cloud of euphoria that enfolds this ravishing young beauty. he delights as Saskia strains against her bounds, her body writhing against his onslaught on her sanity until a sheen of perspiration shimmered on her skin. Her body bathed in the pure whit light of the studio that hides nothing and bares all. Her skin glowed as if it where the finest chaste sliver. Corbeau relished her fall from grace as this young innocent gasped

“Please...”

That soft little girl voice tinged with the husky blistering passion that raged with in her bound supple body, pleading begging him........

“Please Corbeau,”

She gasped again. He wondered if this innocent creature knew what she was pleading for.

" Please what Reynolds ?"

Before the hapless beauty could answer he lowered his head again to feast on her innocent and yet until she answered he would not grant her what he knew her young body craved.

 

[DarkEmpress]

He lifted his head for a short reprieve as his question hung in the air. Saskia’s chest heaved, her breath racing past her lips and her eyes narrowing questioningly at his request ... no, order. What did she need? What was her body so desperately asking for?

Before any semblance of an answer could crystallise in her mind, Corbeau continued his unrelenting assault on her senses sending Saskia’s mind barrelling head long into the blinding mist of ecstasy. Her heated mind was whirling around in circles until she felt as if she would quite literally go insane with ... want?

I want ...

I need a ...

“Please! Let me cum,” the answer slammed into her mind and across her lips as Saskia arched off the dais, her body quivering at the hands of Corbeau’s ministrations.

 

[cgraven]

The questioning look in her soft doe eyes surprised Corbeau surely this ravishing young beauty had taken a lover or two. Her supple young body differently knew what it wanted. Saskia’s chest heaved, her breath racing past her lips and her eyes narrowing questioningly at his request ....... No could it be.... that this young beauty was not only innocent but a..............virgin. A slow smiled bowed Corbeau's lips his head lowering his mouth tongue and teeth lashing the little vixen's sweet young sex.

I want ...

The words came as a sweet sensual gasp

I need a ...

There was a yearning , a desperation as Saskia breathlessly stammered. Then in a flash the answer slammed into her mind and across her lips as Saskia arched off the dais, her body quivering at the hands of Corbeau’s ministrations, offered to him with her desperate plea.

“Please! Let me cum,”

Yet still the question that hat crossed his mind festinated him, a virgin pure untouched, ready, ripe for the plucking, in fact begging for it. An innocent ready to have her body schooled to pleasure and so much more. Corbeau's hand's slid up the sensual curves of the bound young beauty's torso, his hands cupped her firm young breasts his thumbs rolled her taunt rosebud nipples beneath their pads. His mouths tongue and teeth drove the hapless beauty again to the edge of the abyss, again he left her tittering her arms outstretched her fingers struggling to grasp the pleasure he offered. Again he held her there until her little moan of frustrated desire and need escaped those moist ripe lips. Then with a suddenness his tongue drove into the tight depths of her sweetness as he pushed her over the edge and into that dark abyss of sinful pleasure. With the ecstasy, his nails raked across the bound young virgins throbbing nipples pain and pleasure raking her innocent young body as they became one blinding flash.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Trapped in a haze of pleasure Saskia’s mind was floundering around aimlessly. Her body had never experienced anything remotely like this ever before. The sensory overload was simply too great. It did not matter what he did … the lightest touch sent her nervous system pirouetting on the edge of ecstasy.

She could feel Corbeau’s hands move up her torso leaving a blistering trail of flames across her burning skin to solidify into molten lava around her soft mounds. Saskia slowly rolled her head to the side as she stared up into the blinding lights … a moan tremoured on her lips as his thumb grazed and rolled across her nipples.

His tongue continued its wicked descend on her sensitive bud, playing and toying with her senses until Saskia was shaking, her body a trembling mass of need. A pleading whimper escaped her lips, filled with desire and tinged with a dash of lust. The sound mirrored the growing need that was eclipsing her ability to think.

Without warning Corbeau’s tongue plunged into her depths sending Saskia spiralling with an earth shattering impact into the abyss of pleasure.

Saskia stopped breathing for a split second as every muscle in her body contracted … her eyes wide as she stared transfixed into space. Her orgasm pulsed through Saskia’s body and then combusted into a raging fire as Corbeau raked his nails across her nipples, her body taking the pain and amplifying the pleasure tenfold.

Saskia arched against him as she gasped for air … and then screamed out her climax.

 

[cgraven]

Corbeau was fascinated with Saskia's fall from grace. With an artist's eye he took in every detail of the young innocents fall. The way her hair draped and fanned out in wild disarray around her angelic face as her head lulled to the side to side. The way her sweet ripe lips "O"ed as the little whimper of dark need and sinful desire escaped their ripe perfection. How her soft doe eyes so clear so innocent went wide as he plunged his tongue into her sweetness, the dark smoldering lust that now filled them. Her supple young body arching to him, as she gasped for air … and then screamed out her climax.

Even as this raven haired beauty lay there gasping, flushed with the intensity of her orgasm, her gorgeous young body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat. Corbeau's mouth slipped from the girl's burning need kisses floated up her quivering young body, caressed her raked nipples traced the sensual bow of her neck His mouth crushed to hers with his own burning need. Her own sweetness mingled in their kiss. his arousal pressed to her belly. Then as his hips arched back his hand guided his lust to Saskia's innocence. Slowly he rolled his hips forward the tip of his cock parting her soft slick labia. This young beauty was ripe for the plucking the only question was if she was truely a virgin if she where a innocent ready to be molded and shaped like the clay he worked or the marble he carved.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Saskia’s heart was racing in her chest as the last waves of her earth shattering climax subsided. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she tried to catch her breath. She had never experienced anything like that ... nor has any man ever done that to her. A warm blush streaked across her cheeks as her mind replayed the image.

She barely had time to think before he continued his assault on her senses. His lips left her most intimate place and slowly ... languidly, made its way back up her body. Saskia was quivering as his lips flitted across her nipples, the feel of his hands raking across them emblazoned in her mind. His touches were exquisite and she shivered as he trailed his lips up her neck before claiming her lips hungrily ... the sweet taste of her own arousal lingering on his lips. His actions were no longer reigned in and controlled, but filled with need ... and desire ... and lust.

She felt him slide his body against her, his engorged member pressing into her tummy. A soft moan escaped her lips as he manoeuvred himself into position, her eyes widening as she felt him press to the tight opening. Fear glinting in her eyes. She didn’t know if she was ready for this yet, had no idea what to expect ... but god, she wanted him ... so badly.

Corbeau paused for a moment and Saskia looked up at him, as her breath quickened. She was trembling against him, the barely parting tidal wave of passion slowly working itself back into a frenzy, her body readying itself for what was about to come.

“Please be gentle,” she whispered barely audible, her body tensing instinctively.

 

[cgraven]

This gorgeous young creature lay bound beneath him, her freedom of action taken from her. Saskia lay there and all the conflicting emotions that surged through her where reflected in the clear depths of her soft innocent eyes. Fear, desire, innocence and lust all flashed and warred within those strikingly impressive eyes. Eyes devoid of guile or cunning. It was in that moment that Corbeau knew that this lithe young beauty had never taken a lover that she was as she appeared a virgin, a spotless work ready to be molded and shaped by a Master’s hand.

“Please be gentle,”

Saskai’s voice was a soft sensual whisper, a barely audible plea. Those striking eyes smoldering with the dark lust and desire that now consumed her. The back of Corbeau’s hand caressed the bound little virgin’s cheek, He brushed the stray hairs from her angelic face. His eyes held hers in his dark steady gaze, his lips fleetingly brushed hers in a teasing seductive kiss that promised the girl such sweet pleasure. His mouth crushed to hers in a sensually demanding kiss His body arched like a bow being drawn, the point of his shaft resting just within the soft outer rose petal folds of Saskai’s labia. Corbeau’s hips rolled to his little virgin’s slipped within the tight confines of her chaste young body then he stilled letting the young innocent adjust to him. Even as his kiss lingered, deepened, he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

Corbeau held himself still he could feel her heart hammering against his chest, her little gasp turning into a soft sensual whimper. Then slowly he began to seduce her with his body with his as he led the young innocent in a dance older than time itself. Slowly he opened and stretched Saskia. He played her supple young body as if it was a fine musical instrument and he was the Master of it. When she was once more tittering on the edge of that dark abyss that promised such dark sinful pleasure her prepared to thrust into her and to claim her innocence. As she arched her body below him eager to claim that dark pleasure once more Corbeau thrust to meet Saskia as he swallowed her cry of pain in the passion of their kiss.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Saskia was wound up so tightly she would have snapped at any second. Instead of the inevitable … Corbeau stared down at her, holding her gaze … waiting. She could see gentle comprehension in his eyes as he smoothed his hand across her cheek, brushing a wayward hair from her temple.

Those dark eyes kept her centred, the rest of the world fading into the background as Corbeau lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers, leaving soft tingles in their wake. It was a small prelude, before he claimed her lips with feverish ardour.

Slowly pressing deeper, Saskia could feel Corbeau move … spreading the entrance of her velvety depths just enough so she could feel him, his efforts rewarded with a soft moan from the helpless girl.

He halted, keeping himself steady and giving Saskia time to adjust. His lips never left hers as he set about fanning the embers of her desire to a roaring flame, slowly unwinding the apprehension and turning it into something much sweeter. Corbeau kissed her until she felt she would surely die, the tip of his member tempting and teasing the entrance to Saskia’s warm depths until she was aching, her body quivering … her hips moving of their own volition to welcome him deep within.

A patient man, he waited until Saskia was gasping and writhing in her bonds, her eyes pleading for something she did not know … something she had only ever imagined. Arching off the dais in blinding need, Saskia was taken aback when Corbeau suddenly met her move, driving full force into her maiden depths with a smooth, powerful thrust. Pain lanced through her body and Saskia screamed, her body trembling. Corbeau deepened the kiss to distract her … to fuel the flame that managed to push her over the edge once more.

Her sex convulsed around the intruder that filled her with exquisite torture as she moaned against him, the moment emblazoned in her mind forever.

She was finally a woman!

Saskia could not help the smile that tugged at her lips … the shimmer in her eyes, as she looked up at Corbeau sheepishly.

 

[cgraven]

Corbeau suddenly met her move, driving full force into her maiden depths with a smooth, powerful thrust. Pain lanced through her body and Saskia screamed, her body trembling. Corbeau deepened the kiss to distract her … to fuel the flame that managed to push her over the edge once more. His kiss was deep lingering a lover’s kiss, and in that kiss, the pain that had laced through Saskia began to fade to a throbbing. When Corbeau’s hips once again rolled to hers that throbbing became a dull ache and as his body once more seduced Saskai’s. That dull ache blossomed into a burning desire, and that burning desire exploded in a white hot flash of ecstasy. Her sex convulsed around the intruder that filled her with exquisite torture as she moaned against him, the moment emblazoned in her mind forever.

Corbeau smiled down into her smoldering azure eyes, so dark with passion. The violet hues in their depths reflecting the fire in her soul. As he gazed down on this innocent lamb she looked so adorable, the smile that tugged at her lips … the shimmer in her eyes, as she looked up at him sheepishly.




His lips parted from hers just for a moment as he breathed ,

“You are beautiful!”

His mouth sought hers and his body craved hers and that dark dance continued as he coaxed a series of cascading orgasms from her innocent young body giving her everything she desired Until his own climax mingled with hers his scalding white hot passion filling her fertile young body.

He bathed neck face and mouth with tender little Kisses. Slowly he rose and again took up his camera. To capture that moment of her ecstasy. Then he came to her slipped the bonds that held her and gathered the naked beauty into his arms.

“ Shall I carry to your room or to mine Saskia.”

 

[DarkEmpress]

“You are beautiful.”

The words were spoken so honestly, so reverently that it brought a hot blush to her cheeks as gooseflesh erupted across her entire body. He made her feel beautiful in his words and in his actions and Saskia could feel herself melt in the warmth of his gaze.

“You are too,” she said shyly, wanting to run her fingers through his hair, gently smooth her thumb across his cheek.

Not being able to touch him was a sweet torture as she lay bound in the throes of passion, Corbeau giving her a steamy glimpse of the pleasure there can be between a man and a woman. It was a torrent of exquisite ecstasy and pure need. She was splayed open to him, completely at his mercy and it added an extra thrill of excitement that made her quiver inside.

Staring up in wonder, Saskia watched as Corbeau reached his climax ... the expression on his face ... the groan that came from his lips ... the way his body stiffened and shook. The blood in her veins were thundering through her body, her breath coming in short gasps as Saskia convulsed in answer, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. Yet, she was amazed that she could evoke that same pleasure in him.

Corbeau pressed soft, sweet kisses to her lips, across her face and down her neck that made her moan softly against him. He slowly rose from her and reached for his camera, Saskia finding herself the object of another impromptu photo shoot. This time she had nowhere to hide as she stared at Corbeau, her eyes baring her soul, her heated flesh still simmering from his ministrations.

A final flash illuminated the room before Corbeau put the camera aside. His hands made quick work of untying her before effortlessly lifting Saskia into his arms.

“Shall I carry to your room or to mine Saskia.”

The question made the butterflies in her tummy thrash about wildly but also brought a soft frown across her features. Her body was craving his, there was no denying that. Saskia wanted to do that until they both couldn’t walk anymore but she did not want to come across as a sex starved harlot. A great deal had just happened and she needed a bit of time to reflect and gather her senses.

“Mine,” she said softly, almost apologetically.

 

[cgraven]

“Shall I carry to your room or to mine Saskia.”

The maidenly blush that kissed the young beauty’s cheeks was priceless as she demurely lowered her eyes. Corbeau could smell the dark musky fragrance of Saskai’s arousal. He knew that her supple young body longed for more , more of the hot liquid pleasure that flowed through every fiber of her young body. Those startling blue eyes met his for just a moment as the young beauty whispered almost apologetically .

“Mine,”

Corbeau’s lips pressed to hers as he carried her from his studio and to the room that would be hers. Saskia room was an opulent suit composed of a bed chamber, dressing room, and bath with a sunken tub that was almost a grotto pool. He laid the young beauty on the silken comforter. His body seated next to her recline form.

“Rest well my beauty for we have much work to accomplish tomorrow.”

His lips brushed the young innocents in a fleeting tempting kiss. He paused at the door.

“ There are clothes in the wardrobes perhaps you might find something that fist my sweet.”

Corbeau took his leave to let his sweet young guest explore her rooms. His art if anything was more erotic in her rooms’ dark and more sensual in nature to anything she had seen so far. Bound beauty’s in acts so sensual as they pleased men with their mouths. The clothes in the wardrobes where thin as gossamer, ranging from translucent to transparent all designed to draw the viewers eyes to the wearer’s charms.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Entering a room, decorated in rich reds, Corbeau laid Saskia down on a smooth, silken comforter that was cold to the touch. Azure eyes stared up at him as he bent to brush a soft kiss across her lips.

Standing he left her there, pausing at the door to look back and say: “There are clothes in the wardrobes perhaps you might find something that fits my sweet.”

“Thank you, and goodnight,” she said as the door closed behind him.

For a moment Saskia laid on the bed, just staring at the ceiling. She was still trying to work out how exactly she had managed to find herself naked, tied up and the object of Corbeau’s sexual advances. A soft smile touched her lips as her cheeks warmed, the explicit images flitting across her mind sending a fresh spurt of butterflies to rummage around in her tummy.

Standing, Saskia slowly started exploring the room ... running her fingertips across the bedding, soft and lush. Her eyes swept across the walls and she stilled midstride, her breath catching in her throat at the explicit images that greeted her. A fresh tinge of red flooded her cheeks as she simply stood staring, her sex giving an excited lurk at the delicious images it created in her mind.

Turning, Saskia found the opposite wall adorned with the same artwork. If the purpose of putting her in this room was to have Saskia floating in a simmering state of arousal, Corbeau was succeeding.

Dropping her eyes to the floor, Saskia walked to the bathtub. Unable to resist the temptation she ran the hot water and sat on the edge, watching the water cascade from the tap, the sound filling her soul. A bath was a place to unwind, wash away the stresses of the day and as Saskia climbed inside, leaning back and relaxing ... her eyes fluttered shut ... her mind silent.

Bliss

Slowly running her fingers across her body, she soaked up the heat and felt the tension leave her limbs until she was on the verge of falling asleep. Fingers wrinkly, the water slowly losing its heat, Saskia finally rose. Rivulets of water ran down her skin. Finding a fluffy towel she wrapped it around herself and stepped out, letting the water drain.

Saskia found a rail full of clothes inside the cupboard, each garment competing to be more revealing ... more lusciously provocative than the next. Soft laughter rang from her lips as she shook her head slightly. Somehow she was not surprised. She did not know Corbeau all that well, but the little she knew of him certainly reinforced his taste in clothing. Humouring him, Saskia flitted her fingers through the clothes until she found a sheer black wrap around dress. The silky material smoothed across her skin as she shrugged into it, tying it around her waist. The dipping neckline accentuated her breasts, the outline of her areolas and nipples clearly visible. Her skin looked translucent through the material and when she moved it skittered to life in different shades of dark, shimmering lustre.

Saskia stood staring at herself in a full length mirror she found, another hot blush adorning her cheeks. It was scandalous and outrageously sexy as she turned, looking at her reflection from the side. Smoothing her hands across her hips, Saskia shook her hair and walked to the bed, trying not to think of the fact that she will be walking around in this outfit the following day. Slipping between the sheets, she lay thinking about Corbeau ... or more specifically ... pining for him. Sleep finally came in the early hours of the morning...

 

[cgraven]

Corbeau could not get the image of Saskia from his mind. He could still see her before his mind’s eye her arms drawn above her head the bounds that held her , held her for his pleasure. The soft seductive curve of her supple young body. The way her ripe moist lips had “O”ed as she arched her body to his offering her innocence for him to claim.

He ran his fingers through his ginger hair and poured two fingers of whisky neat. He nervously paced as he sipped the strong whisky, its fire reminding him of the girl’s passion. He turned down the hall to the room where she lay. Her lithe young body so ripe for passion. Corbeau’s hand lingered on the doorknob. A twist of his wrist, a few steps and she would be his. He took a deep steadying breath and let his finger’s slip from the doorknob he turned his footsteps fading as he headed for the only place he could find relief.

When Morning dawned it found the artist asleep at his work bench. Countless photos of the naked bound beauty where scattered about, photos that had caught that sublime moment of her darkest ecstasy . and there on his bench was a wax rendering that had caught moment in perfection, a wax model of Saskia in that moment when her innocence was claimed , no longer a girl but a woman. She seemed to fly in the freedom of her bounds.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Saskia woke, a little groggy ... disoriented. Her eyes scanned the room. A slight dull ache permeated her loins and as the memories came flashing back she blushed, a soft smile touching her lips.

Stretching, she rose from her bed and pulled the covers from her body, grinning at the outrageously seductive dress. Rolling over and onto her feet, Saskia made the bed, her tummy giving a hungry little growl. As soon as everything was neat and tidy she stepped out in search of something to nibble, ravenously hungry.

Finding no sign of Corbeau, Saskia searched the house and found the kitchen. Rummaging about, she found a few things that would pass for food and went about preparing breakfast for them. Done, she loaded the two plates filled with Bacon and fluffy eggs with a plate of toast and went in search of her host.

“Corbeau?” she called, walking down the corridor he had taken her the night before. Violet eyes flitted across the bronze statues, and her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink as her imagination ran rampant amidst the explicit images. Rounding the corner, Saskia stopped ... her eyes wide ... the tray of food forgotten in her hands.

A gasp

Before her was an image so explicit ... so exquisite ... so life-like. Saskia’s eyes roamed across the image of herself, the passion captured on her own face making her quiver at the memory. It felt as if she was having an outer body experience, looking from somewhere outside her own mind at the ecstasy ... the fire ... the insatiable lust burning in her own eyes.

“Corbeau...” she breathed, her eyes finding him.

 

[cgraven]

He felt her presence at first rather as he drifted in that half world between sleep and waking. Saskia’s soft little startled gasp at her first sight of his sculpture of her. He raised his head his eyes fluttering open as he ran his fingers through his hair as she breathed his name,

“Corbeau...”

She stood there with the breakfast tray forgotten in her hands as her stunning blue eyes flitted between his rendering of her in her naked ecstasy and his own dark hazel eyes.


“Breakfast how thoughtful of you Saskia. How did you know I was famished?”

There was a devilish twinkle in his eyes as he teased his young guess as she stood there apparently frozen to the spot on which she stood.


“Do you like it or is it horribly hideous and crude?”

 

[DarkEmpress]

Stunned, Saskia stood staring at the statue. It was disconcerting, overwhelming … deeply erotic. Her eyes meandered back to Corbeau, the morning sun sparkling in his ginger hair … alluring hazel eyes staring back at her teasingly as if he knew what delicious things the sight of the statue did to her.

“It is beautiful Corbeau,” she said as a warm blush spread across her cheeks. It was a statue of herself, quite a bizarre and unusual thing to find first thing in the morning. She felt apprehensive and excited all at the same time at the thought of him putting it on display somewhere in his house. “You are not going to put it up somewhere are you? I mean … the craftsmanship and artistry is magnificent … but,” Saskia stumbled over her words.

Remembering about the tray, she took the few steps to Corbeau and placed it on the workbench he had fallen asleep on. A soft little smile danced on her lips, her eyes slowly sweeping across his features. He did not look like a morning person. Sidling in behind him, her hands gently smoothed across his shoulders as she acted on impulse and massaged them. “You must have spent the entire night working on it,” she gently said close to his ear, feeling the knots beneath her fingertips as she set about relieving some of the strain.

 

[cgraven]

The young beauty’s eyes where wide with wonder as she took in her own form reclined in such wanton erotic spender

“It is beautiful Corbeau,”


Saskia’s cheeks were kissed with an adorable shade of pink as she took in the brazen and deeply erotic sculpture of herself.


“You are not going to put it up somewhere are you? I mean … the craftsmanship and artistry is magnificent … but,”

Saskia stumbled over her words. As he raised his dark hazel eyes to her stunning blue eyes Corbeau could see that like a moth drawn to the flame this innocent young beauty reveled in the excusive beauty of the sculpture and the act it captured but terrified that others might see her so reveled in every sensual detail.

A soft little smile danced on her lips, her eyes slowly sweeping across his features. He did not look like a morning person. Sidling in behind him, her hands gently smoothed across his shoulders as she acted on impulse and massaged them.

“You must have spent the entire night working on it,”

she gently said close to his ear, feeling the knots beneath her fingertips as she set about relieving some of the strain. His hand covered hers as he turned his head to smile up into Saskia’s startling azure eyes. He pulled her into his lap and his mouth found hers in a deep sensually seductive kiss.

“ Umm a very attractive dress Miss, it suites you well.”

He teased the young beauty. There was a mischievous gleam in his own dark eyes as he continued.


How did you know I was hunger, and what I was hunger for.


Again he claimed her lips in a searing kiss to fan the dark fires he had ignited in his young innocent guess.

“ But I fear I must settle for the eggs and bacon you’ve brought for I must cast your statue in bronze. This wax model will be sacrificed for the final creation Saskia.”