The Café Chateau

[caela]

With a lack of enthusiasm he undid the snapshackles connected to the D-rings of the cuffs. When she was free he said, "I'm tired. You can do for me, or join Christy, or you can leave," and he flopped onto the bed with his hands folded upon his chest, staring at a corner in the ceiling...

Caela was startled at the sudden change in the Grunt. So much so that for a moment she simply stood dumbfounded and watched him stretch out on the bed. Her gaze smoldered as she eyed him slowly, her eyes reaching out almost as physically as her fingertips would. She took his sudden lethargy as a challenge and slowly she crawled into the bed beside him.

Kneeling at his feet she gripped his right foot gently and drew it to her lap. Her thumbs rolled into the firm flesh of his foot with expert care to ease away any small lines of tension and knowing how each area of the foot would relax other areas of the body. Only when his foot was soft sn pliant in her grip did she settle it gently back to the bed and pick up the left. Again the firm grip and knowing touch that demanded all stress and tension disappear under her fingers.

With both feet placed gently back on the bed she crawls up just a little bit and begins to kneed the strong muscles in his right calf. These could be worked harder then his feet and her thumbs and fingers dug into the thick meat of muscle until it was smooth and soft to the touch. Leaning her body forward she placed a soft kiss just to the side of his knee before she switched and began to work the left thigh.

She was intent on her work as she sought to bring him the simple pleasure of relaxation. Her touch while firm and knowing was also soothing and her gaze continually lingered up to watch his face for any signs of pain, discomfort, or the pleasure she was seeking.

She'd "do for him" as he'd put it but she was determined to do more then simply bring him off quickly if he'd let her.

 

[da grunt]

... She'd "do for him" as he'd put it but she was determined to do more than simply bring him off quickly if he'd let her.

The grunt maintained his aloof demeanor, expression unchanged as she 'tried'. Inwardly he crowed. He did not want her to know he was 'showing off' now, he didn't want her to realize that the her anguish was his cruel tool to force her to prove to him that 'she was a good girl, and worthy'. He was determined to be selfish, to let her take him, to see where she would take him.

He merely watched as she worked his muscles, not revealing how superb her healing hands felt.

 

[caela]

He merely watched as she worked his muscles, not revealing how superb her healing hands felt.

Instead of discouraging her, his aloof demeanor only fueled her need to please him. She knew he must be feeling some pleasure even if he didn't show it, she could feel it in his muscles as they eased under her fingers.

Moving higher up his legs she works the tender muscles just around his right knee until the joint is loose and relaxed before moving higher up to the top of his right thigh. Here the muscle was thick and strong and required much of her strength to kneed it and roll it properly. It was obvious she knew what she was doing though as muscle once more obeyed the commands of her fingers and relaxed.

To reach his left thigh she had to lean across his body slightly and she deliberatly brushed the full curve of her breast against his cock as she did so. She let the soft flesh press and caress his length while her fingers worked their magic on his left thigh.

Casting an impish grin up to him she pressed a small kiss to the head of his cock before she sat up once more. This time though she shifterd her body and swung a leg across his hips so that she straddled his pelvis. She knew he could feel the moist heat of her pussy pressing against the length of his cock but she ignored both as she lifted his right hand into her deft grip and gently began to work each finger and then the palm as she had his feet.

 

[da grunt]

... and gently began to work each finger and then the palm as she had his feet.

The grunt tried to maintain his demeanor, yet her puffed and wet pussy lips, dragging the length of his cock brought forth a more truthful indication and with its increasing hardness the grunt's eyes unfocused and rolled back in his head, enjoying both the ministrations to his hand and the anticipation of having those moist lips surrond his cock.

 

[Pywakit]

Nina and Master Phoenix

I listen intently as Master speaks, not moving a muscle but breathing more and more heavily as he teases my nipples and clitoris with his hands. Throughout it all, I’m aware of the dildo inside me, latent yet potent, and I can feel my juices slowly pooling around it on the chair. I soon find that by focusing on his lower lip, on the sound of his voice, I can more easily control and suppress the urge to claw at my cunt with my fingers, but I only realize he’s asked me a question because he’s suddenly stopped talking.

“Oh? Oh! No, Master. I have no questions. Only a desire to serve you, a burning hope that you’ll ask me to use my body to delight and satisfy you.”

 

[caela]

...the grunt's eyes unfocused and rolled back in his head, enjoying both the ministrations to his hand and the anticipation of having those moist lips surrond his cock.

Caela could feel him hardening under her but she moved very little on his cock. Her focus was on his hand and then his arm. She worked her way slowly up his forearm and then up his uppper arm, kneeding his muscles gently.

The higher she worked the more her body had to lean out over him and as she shifted to the center to work his shoulders, her breasts teased lightly against his chest, her nipples brushing against his flesh.

 

[da grunt]

... her nipples brushing against his flesh.

It would be so easy now, to shift his ass a bit, and slide his cock in, which he desperately wanted to do, yet he was the master, and this was training. She may not yet be an acolyte, but soon would be, unless Keira had some serious problems.

He remained passive, simply appreciating her attention, but for the most part being her 'doll' with which to play, wanting to know where she would take him ...

 

[caela]

It would be so easy now, to shift his ass a bit, and slide his cock in, which he desperately wanted to do, yet he was the master, and this was training. She may not yet be an acolyte, but soon would be, unless Keira had some serious problems.

He remained passive, simply appreciating her attention, but for the most part being her 'doll' with which to play, wanting to know where she would take him ...

Caela was impressed with the Grunts control. She knew it wouldn't take much for him to shift and enter her body and yet he didn't and a wicked glint shined in her eyes as she decided to play as long as he'd let her.

With a soft purring in her throat she continued to work her way across his shoulders, her breasts continuing to tease his chest while her hips begin to rock gently. The lips of her pussy part to wrap slightly around his cock, surrounding him with her heat but not taking him into her body, just grinding on him as she works the tension out of his muscles.

Working her way down his left arm and out to his fingertips once more before she stretches over him in such a way that the opening of her body is nestled just above his cockhead. With a sweet, teasing whisper she murmurs softly in his ear, "Time to roll over if you would Sir." And with that she swings her leg off of him and kneels beside him waiting for him to roll over.

That wicked shine never leaving her eyes as she watches him.

 

[da grunt]

... That wicked shine never leaving her eyes as she watches him.

"Certainly," he says, and as he moves her like a ragdoll he inhales the fragrance of her neck as he lifts her off and away. He then pumps his cock a time or two, milking the pre-cum and wiping it upon his thigh. Then, with a wink in return to a wicked shine, he rolls over, his legs comfortably apart, his arms perpendicular to his body ...

 

[caela]

... Then, with a wink in return to a wicked shine, he rolls over, his legs comfortably apart, his arms perpendicular to his body ...

She grins as she watches him and can't resist a small laugh when he wipes the precum on his thigh. Waiting for him to get comfortable once more before she shifts on the bed. Moving up to kneel between his thighs she turns slightly right and begins to work the solid muscles of his hamstrings. With that same wicked lil glint in her eyes she leans over him and nips lightly at the small of his back while her breasts press against the curve of his ass and her fingers work their magic.

Slowly her fingers work up from the back of his knee and closer to his ass. Reaching the top of his legs she trails her nails in a feather light caress over the firm flesh of his buttocks and down over to his left knee where once against he hands begin their work. She can feel the way his flesh moves under her fingertips, muscles relaxing to her touch.

Playfully she leans over him once more to sink her teeth lightly into the upper curve of his left asscheek. Just a playful nip to remind him she's there.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Just a playful nip to remind him she's there.

Knowing, grunt moves his feet further apart, and his buttocks involuntarily flex as he grinds his cock into the mattress ...

 

[caela]

Knowing, grunt moves his feet further apart, and his buttocks involuntarily flex as he grinds his cock into the mattress ...

She chuckles softly as he makes more room for her and grinds dwon into the mattress. Her hands finally make their way up to the top of hi left legs and she shifts once more. this time she slips back a bit and, while watching him closely, leans down to flick her tongue across the bottom edge of his balls where she can see them between his thighs.

Trailing upward she traces the lower curve of his ass with small nips until she reaches his hip. Drawn more upright by her actions she reaches up and begins to kneed the solid flesh of his ass. Her fingers expertly rolling the strong muscles under her grip. Knowing he can feel the deliberate press of nails into his skin and the little drags of them on his flesh as she works.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Knowing he can feel the deliberate press of nails into his skin and the little drags of them on his flesh as she works.

Her hands felt wonderful, and the glancing of her breasts on his body were exotic and exciting but her nibbling upon his ass was maddingly stimulating and the grunt found himself lifting his hips so that she may access his asshole as she desired ...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mstr. PhoenixPrime w/ Nina in the dungeon:

"Oh I suspect that will happen lil one, when I'm ready and you've begged and pleaded long enough that is," he says as he stands again.

"Now slave to be fuck yourself with long strokes on the toy in your pussy as I lower the bar, but don't cum, no releasing little one. Just fuck your cunt for me so it stays primed and ready, dripping wet and so you're oh so close."

Walking to a wall he takes a control box on a cable from it's bracket and walks back pressing a button. There's a soft humming and the bar begins to descend as an electric winch lower it's cable as Phoenix looks back and forth from the slut fucking herself as instructed to the bar.

When he thinks it's low enough, "Now little slut up and move under the bar so you're suspension cuffs can be attatched to it after I've secured your feet.
"Spread your legs to the ring bolts that are wider than your shoulders and hold still."

When she's done so a clip attatches the steel ring on each ankle cuff to the bolt in the floor and he stands and one suspension cuff at a time is attatched to the bar.

Using the control box he raises the bar until Nina's on the balls of her widely spread feet.

Looking at her as she's stretched in front of him, "Well now lil one tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling," he says as he sets down the control box.

 

[caela]

... the grunt found himself lifting his hips so that she may access his asshole as she desired ...

She smiled feeling him giving her access to him. Lifting her right hand to her lips she suckled softly on her index finger for a moment before pressing against his back and sliding her finger along his asshole. She teased him with her touch, simply circling and pressing against the tender flesh while her body rolls slightly to stretch out along his side. Continuing to tease with her finger she presses tight against him and nibbles along his neck and shoulder, her teeth leaving small marks in his flesh.

 

[da grunt]

... Continuing to tease with her finger she presses tight against him and nibbles along his neck and shoulder, her teeth leaving small marks in his flesh.

Not that he was unwilling to have his ass explored, but with naughty intent he clenched his buttcheeks, rockhard and tight, trapping Caela's fingers in his grasp. As he did so he rolled away, forcing her to roll with, to find herself atop him, fingers still trapped, hand and wrist wrapped around his hip.

"Have you ever had your finger in a man's ass? My prostrate is always perfect, but I will allow you to play, if you wish, or," with an expert move he penetrated her, deeply into the smooth, tight wetness, "nevermind, this is good," and he unclenched his buttocks, releasing her hand, "yes, this is good," the membrane grasping, clutching ...

 

[caela]

"Have you ever had your finger in a man's ass? My prostrate is always perfect, but I will allow you to play, if you wish, or," with an expert move he penetrated her, deeply into the smooth, tight wetness, "nevermind, this is good," and he unclenched his buttocks, releasing her hand, "yes, this is good," the membrane grasping, clutching ...

Caela laughed in surprise as he rolled and forced her body to move with his. Lying on top of him she grinning down into his eyes and shook her head gently, "No I haven't Sir, the thought had occured to me before but most men seem highly protective of that part of their bodies."

She groaned low in her throat as his length slid deep into the clenching warmth of her body and looked down at him, nipping his lower lip gently. "Mmmmmmm yes, very good." Sucking his lower lip between her own and tugging softly she playfully rock her hips against him, grinding him deeper into her while the nails of her freed hand rake over the curve of his ass to rest on his hip.

 

[da grunt]

... grinding him deeper into her while the nails of her freed hand rake over the curve of his ass to rest on his hip.

Talking gave way to fucking and words gave way to kisses. The grunt was free with his hands, revelling where ever he could touch.

Soon he took her arms and forced her upright with her hands behind her, "hold your wrists," said he, as he then used his hands to bring her legs tightly next to his body, bringing her crotch slightly higher, returning some of the control she lost with her hands behind her back.

Now, with his hands to her waist he controlled the rhythm, easily pumping her, and he returned to talking, "Most men are insecure and think that their manhood is threatened. My isn't, and whoever would seek to dominate me would have to make me yield. This doesn't happen easily. God, you feel good."

He brought his hands up to her shoulders, and brought her breast to his, and rolled her again. From the classic missionary position he lifted himself up, rolling her so that soon only her shoulders were against the mattress, her back supported by the grunts thighs, her ass cradled in his crotch. His thrusts now were full, and building ...

 

[caela]

His thrusts now were full, and building ...

She groaned softly and let her thoughts drift away with the sound. She heard his explanation about men being insecure but for the most part it went in one ear and out the other. She hadn't been trying to dominate him and they both knew it so in this moment those words had little meaning for her. Only his moving her body to best please him was registering.

She felt herself lifted until only her shoulders and head pressed into the bed and she relished the feel of his firm thighs under her ass. Her inner walls clung around him, squeezing him as tightly as she can with the wet inner heat of her body. Looking up to him her eyes smoldered with heat and yearning in a look that clearly begged for more. All she could hear was the roaring of her own racing heartbeat and the small clawing sounds of her nails raking the sheets under her.

 

[da grunt]

[B... All she could hear was the roaring of her own racing heartbeat and the small clawing sounds of her nails raking the sheets under her. [/B]

Like the itch that couldn't be scratched desperation best described her look. More she wanted and he tried to oblige by carrying her, with him, so that her ass was midway off the edge, and his feet were solidly on the ground. He brought one leg down alongside his leg and held her other leg close to his torso while he bit upon her feet, coinciding his slamming with bites upon the small of her foot. Soon the temperature in his legs began to drop and his thrusts more erratic, and harder, longer bites accompanying the deeper, longer plunges. He wanted to cum, to cum now, and he wanted her to cum frozen popcycle drops ...

 

[caela]

Soon the temperature in his legs began to drop and his thrusts more erratic, and harder, longer bites accompanying the deeper, longer plunges. He wanted to cum, to cum now, and he wanted her to cum frozen popcycle drops ...

She growled softly as his teeth sought the curve of her foot, the sensitive nerves in it shuddering and making her jerk on the bed. She trhashed on the bed and clawed at the sheets as his thrusts pushed her higher in her pleasure. All of it coiling like a knot in her stomach and exploding out through her with a soft cry while her cunt spasmed around him trying to drag him into the pleasure of release with her.

 

[da grunt]

... with a soft cry while her cunt spasmed around him trying to drag him into the pleasure of release with her.

Now his thighs were covered in gooseflesh, and his balls drawn up, as if frozen, and he erupted, each thrust slamming against her cherry as he spurted great streams of jism deep in her cunt, the coincidental orgasm too good an opportunity to miss by blowing his wad on her chest ...

 

[caela]

She cried out her pleasure in feeling his own release filling her. Her cunt continued to spasm around him while her own orgasm lingered. Finally spent for the moment she slumps against the bed and smiles up to him, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, "Mmmmmmmmmm thank you Sir."

 

[da grunt]

... "Mmmmmmmmmm thank you Sir."

"Ohhhh, hhh, mmmm, nnooo, thank yoouuu," he moaned as he continued to slide his cock in the sopping pussy, every nerve immersed in the union with the their counterpart in the vagina, Caela still milking with each backstroke.

Eventually too flacid, he withdrew, with a plop, and took one of the towels still upon the bed and wiped his cock, then placed the towel on Caela's crotch and gave it a rough, and deep wipe down, "that was most satisfying. I think I'm gonna have a little broken heart tomorrow when you get turned over to Keira and the trainers. Lets go take a shower," and as he headed toward the shower he went to Christy's lease, which he released. "Return to the bar and dance, you'll have more later."

 

[caela]

" Lets go take a shower," and as he headed toward the shower he went to Christy's lease, which he released. "Return to the bar and dance, you'll have more later."

She purred softly as he wiped her off and slowly she pushed up from the bed. She leaned on him as her legs were still slightly rubbery and when they reached Christy she leaned close and gave the lovely girl a parting kiss before following the Grunt to the shower.

Pressing close up behind him she can't resist pressing small kisses over his shoulder and neck while he sets the water as it suits him. " A little broken heart Sir? Why would that be? I'll still hopefully be here tomorrow." She herself was going to miss such focused attention from him but she didn't think there was no reason to believe she'd never again be in his bed and they did say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Though in her case perhaps it could be said that denial makes lust grow stronger.