Isle De Soledad

[DarkEmpress]

Before Saskia knew what was happening, Corbeau had manoeuvred her into his lap, kissing her soundly. He certainly knew how to sweep a woman off her feet, his comment about her dress bringing a warm flush to her cheeks. She had almost forgotten about it.

“Thank you Corbeau,” she said softly, the mischief glinting in his dark eyes bringing a smile to her lips.

“Breakfast is always important,” she said, taking a sliver of bacon and holding it for Corbeau to eat from her fingers. His lips claimed hers again, and Saskia found herself floating on a cloud called Corbeau. Without fail, he managed to let the world fade into the background … often.

The rest of the morning Saskia spent, watching the master at work. His skilful hands knew exactly what to do; where to nip and where to touch. He smoothed his hands across the statue and Saskia could almost feel them moving across her own skin from where she sat … lost in translation between watching his superb artistry and the memory of what those hands did to her the night before.

 

[cgraven]

“Breakfast is always important,”


The morning became a sensual affair starting when Saskia, taking a sliver of bacon and holding it for Corbeau to eat from her fingers. Not only did he take it from her fingers but he licked them clean with a devilish gleam in his eyes just before his lips claimed hers again, and Saskia found herself floating on a cloud called Corbeau. He was well aware that she was watching him work and he made each move a sensual little seduction as took nip here and seductive little touch there. He smoothed his hands across the statue, heard Saskia’s little gasp as if she could almost feel them moving across her own skin from where she sat watching his superb artistry, his fingers enkindling the memory of what those hands did to her the night before.

When at last the wax model was to his satisfaction he pleased it in a form half filled with sand. He firmly pressed the base to the sand. Placed a mated frame to the first then began to fill and pack sand around the excused wax sculpture. He saw the question forming on Saskia’s moist ripe lips. Corbeau placed a single finger to those sweet succulent lips to still her question.

“Watch and see My dear.”


The term of endearment fell naturally from his lips, his eyes tenderly held hers for a moment before he returned to his work. When all was in readiness Corbeau took the frames from his work shop to the foundry where the bronze had been prepared. The heat was intense as if they stood at the gates of Hades. The crushable shimmered bubbling with the molten bronze. Corbeau began the pour liquid metal in to the mold, it was a slow and laborious process and left Saskia free to examine her surroundings.

The foundry was filled with works that had not been put on display yet. The works darker more sensual, more erotic then anything she had seen before.

“Do you like them?"

His voice was soft but at her ear his arms snaked around the girl’s waist as he drew her back to him.

 

[DarkEmpress]

It was fascinating. Saskia had never seen how a bronze statue is made before. The long and laborious process gave her new respect for the craft. She was mesmerised just watching his hands move, every now and again getting up to peer over his shoulder to see exactly what he was doing, pressing a soft kiss to his neck and smiling teasingly at the effect it had on him.

“Watch and see My dear.”

His endearment was so sweet; it made her feel like a naughty child, as she took her seat trying to contain her curiosity. Once the mould was complete, Corbeau moved it to another room. As soon as the doors opened, Saskia was overwhelmed by the intense heat coming from it … a foundry. It did not take long for beads of perspiration to stream down both of them as Corbeau went about pouring the bronze into the mould.

Slowly circling the room, Saskia’s violet eyes inspected each of the statues lined along the walls. They were exquisite … deeply erotic … extremely explicit. She thought by now the sight of his work would not affect her so deeply, but still she blushed. Saskia could not help but wonder if each of the girls immortalised in bronze had ‘posed’ for him.

“Do you like them?" he suddenly said next to her ear as his arms enfolded her, pulling her up against the hard plains of his body.

“You are a gifted artist Corbeau,” she said softly, leaning back against him, raven hair cascading down his shoulder. She loved the feel of his arms around her, his breath playing across her neck. How was it even possible that in two short days she felt so at ease in this man’s world … by virtue a complete stranger.

Saskia slowly turned in his arms, her hands snaking up his chest to rest around his neck. She let one hand trail across his face, her thumb smoothing just above his cheek. “I wish I could see the world through your eyes,” she said in wonder.

 

[cgraven]

Saskia’s sweet little blush at his term of endearment, had pleased him. As he worked he noticed that his guess began to give in to her curiosity and like a naughty little school girl She began to investigate her surroundings slowly circling the room, Saskia’s violet eyes inspected each of the statues lined along the walls. His question seemed to draw the stunning little beauty from her revelry of his works … deeply erotic … extremely explicit. Nature. He was not quite sure if her maidenly blush was the result of shock or a stirring of dark arousal.

“You are a gifted artist Corbeau,”

Saskia sighed as she leaned back into his embrace. Slowly she turned in his arms, her hands snaking up his chest to rest around his neck. She let one hand trail across his face, her thumb smoothing just above his cheek.

“I wish I could see the world through your eyes,”

“Soon you will see yourself as I see you dear.”


His lips brushed hers in a tempting little kiss that played lightly on her lips. A kiss that lingered only a moment before his lips parted from hers and hover just a breath away.


“ It will be several hours till it has cooled enough to be view….”

As he spoke his lips brushed hers his moist warm breath bathed her face, his mouth so deliciously close all she had to do was rise on her toes and claim his lips.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Corbeau’s lips brushed hers, teasing her … setting her senses ablaze with a single, alluring, and intimate kiss. He moved away, his lips a mere hair’s breadth from hers. It was maddening. Her eyes dropped to his lips, staring at them longingly … wishing … hoping.

His words did not register … all she knew was that the lips that spoke them brushed hers again, her eyes fluttering shut. He moved away again, almost as if he was trying to pry a response from her … wanting her to make the first move.

Her eyes slowly opened, staring up at Corbeau with longing glowing in their depths; just staring. Slowly, she placed her hands on his chest … smoothing them down to his hips in a soft caress. Leaning forward, Saskia pushed up onto her toes, pressing her body against him.

Lingering for a moment, her eyes dropped to his lips once more before she tilted her head slightly to the side. Inexorably, she closed the gap between them, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her lips to his. Sweetly … softly … tenderly.

 

[cgraven]

She was such a sweet young innocent Corbeau thought to himself as she slowly rose on her tip toes. Leaning forward, Saskia pushed up onto her toes, pressing her body against him. Lingering for a moment, her eyes dropped to his lips once more before she tilted her head slightly to the side. Inexorably, she closed the gap between them, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her lips to his. Sweetly … softly … tenderly.

Corbeau let her kiss linger, then deepen until it threatened to consume the young beauty body and soul. Slowly he broke their kiss his eyes mischievously smile down in to her stunning azure eyes. His fingers toyed with the little sash that held her transparent black dress closed. The sash slipped from around her trim little waist, the dress gaped open, and he eased it from her shoulders.


“ Perhaps you could pose again for me.”

Their was a devilish twinkle in his dark hazel eyes.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Their lips seemed to meld together, souls connecting for a split second before Corbeau slowly broke the kiss. His hazel eyes were filled with a hint of mischief as he looked down on Saskia. The morning light was dancing in his red hair.

She felt his fingers toying with the sash tied around her waist and it made her intensely aware of how little there was between them. The silken sash slipped between Corbeau’s fingers like satin water before falling away … the dress coming undone around Saskia’s frame.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Corbeau’s eyes held her captive as he smoothed the dress across her shoulder, letting the sheer black material shimmer down her body to pool at her feet. He had an unerring ability to strip her naked before him … not just physically, but emotionally.

“Perhaps you could pose again for me.”

It did not matter what he did with her as long as he did. It felt as if there was a strong connection between them. Saskia could not explain it. It had an almost tangible feel of someone she deeply loved in a life before, someone that her soul was chained to in every sense of the word.

“I would love to,” Saskia said softly.

 

[cgraven]

Saskia made no effort to resist Corbeau as he sensually stripped her of the flimsy transparent dress. He loved the way she seductively worried her lower lips like a naughty schoolgirl who knew she should say No but her eyes said Oh Yes!. She stood there before him wearing nothing but a little impish smile as she softly breathed

“I would love to,”

Corbeau led Saskia deeper in to his realm. The studio that this calmly young beauty found herself in was filled with darker and even more erotic sculptures of young women. As before these sensual young beauties where bound, caught forever in that moment of their ecstasy. Yet these young beauties had delicate golden chains that looped sensually between their nipples, and then down across the flat plane of their abdomen to drape across their Venus Mons and then dip between the delicate folds of their womanhood.

“Chains my sweet girl?”

Corbeau’s question brought his young guess back to the present and to why they had come to this dark sinful studio.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Saskia followed Corbeau like a trusting child. The new studio he led her into had Saskia stop dead in her tracks. The statues that surrounded her were sensually provocative. Each work of art was an immortalisation of an intense moment of ecstasy. Her eyes glided across each exquisite figure, her own body reacting to the expressions of pure rapture on each of the faces ... their bodies stricken in an earth shattering release ... their naked bodies proudly displayed for eyes to enjoy ... lust over.

“Chains my sweet girl?”

Saskia had not noticed the chains until his question, and once she did her eyes roamed across each statue once more ... the chains a prominent part of each work of art. She took a subconscious step back, fear flickering in her eyes for the first time. She had been living in Corbeau’s house for two days now, the sexual undertone of each of the rooms a constant stimulation that kept her mind focused on carnal pleasures, her body in a constant state of arousal.

For the first time, she questioned why. Why was Corbeau showing her these statues? Why did he want her to pose for him? Had all these girls posed for him before?

“I ... uhm,” she ventured haltingly. “I’m not sure,” she answered taking another step back. “Why are you doing this?” She asked searchingly, oblivious of the fact that she was scared: Scared of surrendering her body to a man she barely knew and in something as strong and unbreakable as chains ... it was daunting.

 

[cgraven]

“I ... uhm,” she ventured haltingly.

“I’m not sure,”

She answered taking another step back. Her body now pressed hard to his arousal his lust for her pressing to the young beauty. Corbeau breathed in deeply savoring the intoxicating fragrance of Saskia’s fear and arousal, her voice a husky passion filled whisper.


“Why are you doing this?”

She asked searchingly, oblivious of the fact that she was scared: Scared of surrendering her body to a man she barely knew and in something as strong and unbreakable as chains ... it was daunting.

“Because you want to be bound my sweet so you can be free, free like last night free to enjoy the carnal delights of the flesh.”

Corbeau’s lips brushed the girl’s ear as he spoke, his hot moist breath washed over the nape of her neck. Saskia’s nostrils were filled with the scent of him, the dark musky scent of his sweat from his work at the forge. The subtitle hint of the wax with which he had molded and sculpted the model of her that even now was replaced by molten bronze.


“Lifted your hands above your head Saskia so I may bind you, so you may embrace the dark pleasure you desire.”


His voice, his waords coiling around her will binding her to him as surely as the chains would bind her to his will.

 

[DarkEmpress]

“Because you want to be bound my sweet so you can be free, free like last night free to enjoy the carnal delights of the flesh.”

Saskia could not deny the truth in his words. The thrill and the excitement that rushed through her being at the thought of it was answer enough. Some part of her ... a part of her that was becoming increasingly more dominant ... wanted to be restrained and completely at his mercy. It scared her ... excited her.

Unbeknownst to her, Corbeau was standing behind her. The step she had taken back had placed her body against his ... his need for her clear as Corbeau’s engorged member pressed against her naked flesh. The scent of him filled her senses as he brushed his lips across her ear ... the warm breath of his words caressing her tender skin as he spoke.

“Lift your hands above your head Saskia so I may bind you, so you may embrace the dark pleasure you desire.”

It sent a shiver down Saskia’s spine. Breathing more rapidly, Saskia lifted her hands above her head, her wrists pressed together as if they were bound already. The move lifted her chest and stretched her frame as she leaned back against Corbeau ... surrendering her body to him. Her eyes were dilating with desire, warm arousal kindling a flame in her being.

She wanted to be bound ... physically ... emotionally ... to this man, who had the ability to make her burn like no other man has ever been able to.

 

[cgraven]

Corbeau could feel the dark beauty’s heart racing the warmth of her body as his words wound around her will. He smiled as she breathe caught in a moment of hesitated, then Saskia lifted her hands above her head, her wrists pressed together as if they were bound already. His hands encircled her trim little waist as she leaned back against him slowly they slid up the sensual curves of her torso. His thumbs brushed the up thrust contours of her firm young breasts, slide up Saskia’s out stretched arms. The sensually seductive metallic clickwhispered to her as the young beauty’s wrists were captured in the cold unyielding grasp of metal.

Corbeau slowly circled the now bound young beauty his finger tips trailing down her bound arms across the sensual bow of Saskia’s up thrust breasts his thumb brushed her roes pink nipple to roll it under the pad of his thumb. He lifted her chin with a single finger his eyes held hers for a moment. Then his lips claimed hers in a tender kiss, that linger deepened and became more demanding and darker in its passion as they now shared but a single life giving breathe. Slowly his lips parted from Saskia’s his teeth graze the young beauty’s ear lobe as he spoke,

“Have you ever felt the sensual kiss of leather Saskia, or its seductive firry kiss?”

Slowly Corbeau stepped away from the trusting beauty. He adjusted the chains that bound her. slowly he bound her right ankle to an iron manacle and then the left. Slowly the young beauty felt her legs being spread apart as well as her arms till she balanced on her tip toes. Corbeau had disappeared from her view and when he stood before her once more he held something by his side. With the flick of his wrist Saskia saw the long sinuous fingers of the flogger slither to like by his side.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Corbeau’s hands smoothed around her waist pulling her close up against him, eliciting a soft expel of breath from Saskia. His hands smoothed up along the contours of her body … her arms before securely trapping her wrists in the cold embrace of steel.

Ice blue eyes darted up to her hands, a sudden coil of fear constricting around her heart. Why did it have such an effect on her? Was it her body’s reaction to realising that there was no turning back … that she was now at his mercy?

Corbeau circled around her, making Saskia feel as if she was trapped … a shudder reverberating through her body. His hand slowly trailed down her arms before smoothing across her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Lifting her head, Saskia stared into his dark eyes … fear, trepidation flickering in them. There was something strangely intoxicating about being so utterly vulnerable.

Corbeau lowered his head, capturing her lips in a soul-searing kiss that made the world melt away. She could feel her pulse rate quicken … something deep inside her quaking at the little voice in the back of her mind screaming for self-preservation. When Corbeau pulled his lips from hers, a soft moan escaped Saskia as his teeth grazed her earlobe, his breath teasing her as he said, “Have you ever felt the sensual kiss of leather Saskia, or its seductive firry kiss?”

“No,” she whispered, the thought igniting a flicker of fear in her veins. She watched … felt, as Corbeau adjusted her bounds, spreading her form … making her feel even more vulnerable, stretched … perched, on her tiptoes, barely able to move.

Corbeau stepped from her line of sight for a moment. Upon his return, a different light danced in his eyes. It both excited and scared her at the same time. Something was idly hanging from Corbeau’s hand, limply cascading down the side of his leg. With a flick of his wrist, the leather strands jumped to life, sending a chill down her spine.

Her eyes widened, her body tensing up as she tested her bounds … with little success. She could not free herself even if she wanted to … Corbeau was the keeper of her freedom, the master of her body.

“I’m scared,” she said earnestly, the emotion clearly etched on her features.

 

[cgraven]

The flogger in Corbeau’s hand, limply cascading down the side of his leg. With a flick of his wrist, the leather strands jumped to life, sending a chill down her spine.

There was a dark thrill that surged through Corbeau as Saskia’s stunning blue eyes widened, the way her supple young body her tensing as she tested her bounds … with little success and a growing desperation. Corbeau loved the adorable little look of excitement mingled with fear a she realized that she could not free herself even if she wanted to … Corbeau was the keeper of her freedom, the master of her body.

“I’m scared,”

she said earnestly, the emotion clearly etched on her features.

Corbeau looped the supple leather of the flogger around Saskia’s neck her drew her lips to his in a primal savage kiss that lingered and deepened until the young beauty was left breathless. Slowly he broke the kiss and as he stepped back the sinuous tongues of leather sensually slithered across her shoulder, cascaded down over her up thrust breasts. One strand of leather clung hungrily to Saskia’s nipple before dropping to caress her wide spread thighs.

Again Corbeau gave his writs a little flick and those sinuous leather tongues slither to life . A sharper flick of his wrist and they barked with a sharp,

CRACK

Another flick of his wrist and the sinuous tongues of leather curled around Saskia’s waist to lick at her breasts and nipples and for the first time in her young life Saskia felt the firry kiss of leather.

 

[DarkEmpress]

In answer to her confession, Corbeau draped the flogger around her neck ... the leather strands wilting across her shoulder to splay across her breast. Her eyes dropped to them, trailing along the supple lengths as her breathing quickened. He gently tilted her head up and claimed her lips in a none too gentle kiss that only stoked the embers of her desire further. By the time Corbeau stepped back, Saskia’s eyes were glazed, her breathing ragged.

She felt the leather strands lift ... trail down her body, seductively teasing down the contours of her form. She knew the next time those leather strands touched her, it would not be so gentle.

Fear was rippling through her mind and she was on the verge of begging Corbeau to let her go ... to tell him that this was a bad idea, when he flicked his wrist. The flogger cracked through the silence of the studio without touching her, stealing the words from her lips and replacing them with a whimper. Saskia trembled ... fear now burning in her eyes.

Changing the angle, the flogger hissed through the air and found a home on her flesh ... across her waist ... greedily licking across the gentle swell of her breast.

Saskia screamed.

Her skin felt as if it was on fire ... the strands adorning her flesh with ripe red marks painted across her fair skin. Her heart was beating deafeningly in her chest, her breathing short, hard gasps. It took her senses a moment to register and when they did, Saskia frowned slightly ... her eyes locked on Corbeau’s.

Her body was having a most peculiar response to it.

Something deep inside was splintering into a million burning lights, that was setting the very core of her alight with want ... dark desire. That single instalment of pain had managed to sky-rocket the embers of passion that Corbeau had awakened with his kiss into a roaring flame. It scared her. Who in their right mind would want this done to them ... and enjoy it?

Was there something wrong with her?

 

[cgraven]

Corbeau savored the fear and confusion he saw in those stunning ice blue eyes. The simple crack of the whip had Saskia’s eyes burning with that fear and her ripe lower lip trembling as the lithe young beauty tested the bounds that held her. Yet she did not beg to be released. Not even when the sinuous tongues of the flogger curled her waist ..... greedily licking across the gentle swell of her breast to lick at her taunt rosebud nipples.

Saskia’s scream echoed through the studio, her breathing now ragged as she tried to catch her breath, yet she did not beg to be set free. No, for those stunning ice blue eyes where now a deep azure with a touch of violet, and Corbeau’s nostrils were filled with the intoxicating musky sent of her growing arousal. He could see the young beauty’s soul bared in the depths of those stunning eyes and he smiled as he saw something deep inside was splintering into a million burning lights, that was setting the very core of her alight with want ... dark desire.

With a dark mastery of the lash Corbeau began to seduce his young model with the sensual caress of leather. From her breasts to her claves no an inch of Saskia’s gorgeous body was spared from the firry kiss of the lash. How erotically she danced to the caress of the lash as she hung between heaven and hell in her bounds. The heavenly caress of leather that drove the young innocent right to the edge of the abyss to the Hell were Saskia could almost grasp that dark shimmering pleasure that danced just beyond her reach.

Her supple young body was covered in a delicate lattice work of crimson stripes where the lash had kissed her pale flawless skin. Then with one flick of his wrist the lash curled around Saskia’s firm ass to lick at her hither to neglected pussy as Corbeau whispered a single word.

“Cum”

 

[DarkEmpress]

Every time the flogger landed, Saskia’s body shook. Her breath was hissing past her lips, chest heaving as her body worked to get the air it so desperately needed to fuel the fire burning in her soul.

The world swirled into the background, the only thing featuring prominently were Corbeau’s eyes that held her captive, watching every nuance she made ... staring into the depths of her being. The flogger brought exquisite pain that stripped away the layers until Saskia was completely naked before him ... no inhibitions and no false pretences.

Her body was strung like a tightrope on which she precariously balanced her sanity and the notion of utter release. Her whimpers slowly died to be replaced with sharp breaths, every muscle in her body tensing, her desire for her tormentor ... her lover, weeping from her depths as Corbeau propelled her higher.

Saskia’s eyes widened ... she stopped breathing ... her mind, body and soul perfectly poised on the edge. The flogger streaked across her derriere and for the first time the strands sped up and licked at the doors to her warm depths that shot a lightning bolt of ecstasy up her spine.

“Cum”

A word ... a command.

Saskia could feel her will bend to his as her body obeyed. Rolling her head back, long raven hair cascaded down her back ... Saskia gripped her bounds tightly as the first spasm of a powerful orgasm ripped through her being. She gasped and then expelled the breath in a high-pitched moan as her body trembled, multiple charges exploding through her nervous system.

Tears were glistening in her eyes as her body convulsed and shook in the aftermath of the storm, the metal bands wrapped around her wrists and ankles holding her securely and safely in place. A sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin, accentuating Corbeau’s gift that criss-crossed her flesh.

Saskia’s head rolled to the side, half leaning against her arm as she stared into Corbeau’s eyes ... no barriers ... Just Saskia. Something inside her connected to him on a much deeper plain. It was overwhelming...

 

[cgraven]

That one singled whispered word that one little command that had so sensually slipped from Corbeau’s lips seemed to free the bound little beauty in the security of her chains. Saskia gasped and then expelled the breath in a high-pitched moan as her body trembled, multiple charges exploding through her nervous system. The unblinking eye of the camera had recorded every sinfully delicious moment of her ecstasy. It captured the crystal perfections of her tears. Tears that glistening in her eyes as her body convulsed and shook in the aftermath of the storm, the metal bands wrapped around her wrists and ankles holding her securely and safely in place. A sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin, accentuating Corbeau’s gift that criss-crossed her flesh. The way her pretty little head half rolled head side against her arm. The adoring way her stunning blue eyes stared into eyes of the Master of this new dark sensually seductive world..... no barriers ... Just Saskia…… her soul and innermost being laid bare before him.


His eyes held hers as he slowly released and Lowered the stunning blue eyed beauty to her hands and knees. Her supple young body shimmered a pale golden hue in the flickering light of the studio. The brush of his lips to the little divot at the base of her spine. It was then that the studio fell dark and Saskia was left only with the touch of his hand. The young beauty felt the brush of his lips as he bathed her back with little kisses. At the first a bright flash flooded the studio with light. Then another as the brilliant strobe light created a surrealistic world of light and dark. Corbeau came to her his body molding to hers and he made Dark passionate love to his little naïve model.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Corbeau stepped closer and made quick work of her bounds, releasing her into his arms as if she was soft clay, to be moulded and shaped to his will. He lowered her to the floor, to kneel on her hands and knees before the statuesque beauties that stared down upon both of them. Their faces mirrored the sublime ecstasy that was to follow, their silent gasps echoing around the room in preparation.

She could feel Corbeau’s lips leave a soft kiss at the base of her spine before the entire room was shrouded in darkness. A soft gasp echoed in the room, and it took a while before she realised it was her own. The only thing that kept her grounded in the darkness was Corbeau’s hand resting on her flesh.

A blinding flash of light illuminated the room for a split-second … faces … bodies splayed in a blinding moment of passion … light glinting off the bronze surfaces in a stark white contrast.

The strobe light transformed her world into a stuttered whirlpool of staggered movements. She could feel Corbeau move … mould himself to her body, and in a slow and sensual taking of her body he sheathed himself inside her warm depths. A moan escaped Saskia’s lips as she arched her back, staring wide-eyed at the flickering faces that mirrored the ecstasy etched on her own … passion flaming in the blue depths of her eyes.

Their bodies moved in unison, Saskia’s heart beating out a deafening rhythm to a dance as old as time itself. Every move, every thrust changed the angle when the light exploded in a crisp white flash. It felt as if everything was happening in slow motion as Corbeau filled her with the length of him only to retract and plunge headlong into Saskia again.

Something deep inside her quivered and quaked at the sensory overload, the pain still freshly etched on her skin adding an extra edge to it. She could hear Corbeau’s breathing increase, his need for her escalating. A cry tore from her lips as he reached the pinnacle of his desire … pulling her firmly against him as his body exploded inside her.

Closing her eyes tightly, Saskia felt her body clamp down around him as another earth shattering orgasm pulsed through her veins, his name falling from her lips in a reverend whisper.

 

[cgraven]

Wrapped in a surrealistic world of darkness, suddenly fractured by brilliant white light that revealed all, each little erotic moment was caught by the unblinking eye of the camera. The way Saskia’s sweet ripe lips sensually “O”ed with each gasped sigh of ecstasy, her hair splayed out as she threw her head back, her supple young body arching to his thrusts and the way her head dropped in submission as he claimed her all captured in one brilliant flash of seductive eroticism.

The bronze faces of other young beauties frozen in time seemed to smile down on Saskia as if welcoming her to their sisterhood, eager to welcome her into their dark sensual society. Their hands reaching out to caress her supple young body, lips pursed to kiss her own sweet lips. A sharp flash of pain shattered the dark spell as Corbeau’s fingers entwined in her dark silken mane. Her head snapped back, twisted so that he might claim her sweet ripe mouth in a dark savage kiss that demand all that she could give him and then even more. When he roughly broke their kiss his hot moist breath washed over her face as he huskily whispered to her.


“You please me Saskia!”

His mouth claimed hers once more and was a prelude to a day spent in heathen sensuality.

It was late afternoon when Saskia awoke in Corbeau’s arms his body spooned to hers and his ardor pressed hard once more to the firm curve of her firm little derrière.

“Shall we see your statue now my sweet Saskia?”

 

[DarkEmpress]

You please me Saskia

The words were softly floating in her mind, dwindling in and out of her slumbering mind. Her dreams were filled with statues, but their faces were marred with subtle warnings … little hints. The strobe light was playing tricks on her mind … Corbeau’s features dancing in and out of her thoughts…

Saskia stirred. She felt drained … tired, as if she had run a marathon. She was safely wrapped in a strong pair of arms, the heat of his body permeating through hers … his desire pressing against her.

“Corbeau,” she whispered, as she snuggled a little closer, content just lying in his arms.

“Shall we see your statue now my sweet Saskia?”

The memory of the statue dusted Saskia’s cheeks with a slight hint of pink, before she slowly turned around to face him, placing a soft kiss against his lips.

“I would love to.”

 

[cgraven]

Her dark raven tresses lay in wild disarray and framed Saskia’s angelic face with a dark shimmering halo. Corbeau gazed down into her stunning ice blue eyes that showed the violate shadow of the young beauty’s darker passions. As she lay there Saskia was a contradiction on one hand she was as innocent and naïve as a schoolgirl so fresh faced and trusting. On the other hand she was a sensual creature with dark passions that he doubted that she even understood. The memories of how those passions both frightened and enticed her brought a smile to his face as she so eagerly answered his question, and then the adorable little pink blush that colored her flawless cheeks. As she shyly whispered.

“I would love to.”

Corbeau rose from where they lay and stretched out his hand to the young beauty to help her arise. A bemused smile bowed his lips as she reached for her robe.


“Do you think that is really necessary Saskia after all I have seen you naked before………….”

He gently teased the young beauty.


“….besides it would be a sin to cover such beauty with mere silk.”

Corbeau led the naked beauty back to the foundry where her statue stood encased in sand.
His hands showing a power he had kept to this moment secret broke the mold apart. Slowly as he broke away the sand the shimmering bronze figure of Saskia emerged and before her eyes she saw what Corbeau saw ad beautiful creature part schoolgirl part wanton her wrists bound, arms stretched above her head . Her lips were parted in a sensual “O”, her supple young body arched in that moment of divine ecstasy. A young beauty freed by her bound to embrace the darkest and richest of forbidden pleasures. He had caught her at rare moment of transition when the girl died and the woman was born.

“ Do you like it Saskia?”

 

[DarkEmpress]

Corbeau pushed himself up and extended his hand to her, which Saskia took without any hesitation. Instinctively Saskia reached for her dress and was halted by Corbeau’s remark. He was right; there was no need for modesty. Staring at the dress for a moment, her eyes slowly meandered back to his dark ones. For the umpteenth time she marvelled at his ability to cast her inhibitions aside, blushing slightly at his compliment before she placed her hand in his.

Saskia couldn’t help but grin at the way he gently teased her before they set off down the corridor back to Corbeau’s foundry where he left her standing in the middle of the room

Saskia watched as Corbeau walked up to the massive statue, effortlessly breaking the sand away from it. She frowned slightly at his progress. The sand looked brittle between his fingers and yet it had held the molten bronze. A piece came sliding across the floor and Saskia picked it up in her hands. A gasp escaped her lips, it was rock hard ... she couldn’t even break it in half ... yet Corbeau...

Her eyes rose and froze in wonder as the statue stood revealed. It was definitely her ... the expression on her face was unlike anything Saskia had ever seen. Raw passion, desire ... fire dancing in her eyes. Every possible aspect of her naked body was captured in absolute perfection, the way she had arched ... her lips parted ... she could still hear the cry that escaped them in her mind.

Blushing, Saskia took a step back, her body reacting quite strongly to the image ... even more so for the man standing before her, watching every expression on her face intently.

“Do you like it Saskia?”

“It is beautiful, Corbeau,” she said softly, as she slowly started circling the statue in wonder. Her eyes roamed across every detail, every crevice ... every part of her body immortalised in bronze. A soft sheen of gooseflesh erupted on her skin at the enormity of this profound moment. It was timeless ... a moment that would be emblazoned in Saskia’s memory forever. Corbeau had given that to her.

She walked back to where he stood and straight into his arms, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her lips to his. “Thank you,” she simply said, emotions dancing in her eyes.

 

[cgraven]

The master of the forge watched from the corner of his eye as Saskia’s bronze was slowly revealed to the world for the first time. A wicked little smile tugged at the corners of Corbeau’s mouth as the young beauty eyes rose and froze in wonder as the statue stood revealed…..... the expression on her face…………..raw passion, desire ... fire dancing in her eyes The blush that kissed the girl’s cheeks as she saw that moment of ecstasy captured in the rich lustrous bronze for eternity. Every possible aspect of her naked body was captured in absolute perfection, the way she had arched ... her lips parted ... she could still hear the cry that escaped them in her mind.

Blushing, Saskia took a step back, her body reacting quite strongly to the image.


“It is beautiful, Corbeau,”


Saskia seemed mesmerized by her own image. Her soft eyes roamed across every detail, every crevice ... every part of her body immortalized in bronze. The she stepped into his arms, her little adoring kisses bathing his lips and face as she simply whispered,


“Thank you!”

He eased the girl to the floor and then he took her as her own image looked down upon artiest and model. The bronze beauty seemed to smile down on Saskia as the fires of the forge bathed her young supple body in a fine sheen of sweat that shimmered with a golden hue as the flames that had given birth to the bronze now warmed the girl of flesh and blood

 

[DarkEmpress]

She felt Corbeau’s arms encircle her, lowering her to the floor. Saskia’s eyes were streaming blue rivers of desire as he claimed her body in one smooth thrust. In some recess of her mind Saskia realised it was an act that paid homage to a bronze statue that stared down on them triumphantly, the expression on the statue’s face reflected once more on the face of the woman lying beneath its maker.

Saskia wrapped her arms and legs around Corbeau, the heat in the foundry leaving her skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration as their bodies moved against each other … sensually … slowly, flesh against flesh, interlocked in the most intimate of embraces.

She could feel Corbeau move inside of her, halted breaths coming from her lips intermingled with soft gasps as she stared up at him, holding his gaze. She wanted to remember him like this … exactly like this. The expression on his face, the raw power in his arms, the slow … deliberate thrusts that buried him deep within her velvety depths as if he was claiming her body as his … again … and again.

“Corbeau,” she whispered his name, before she lifted her lips to his, kissing him deeply as the primal rhythm continued … roaring like the flames that danced around them.