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Into The Den - Black Out and [B M T H]

With the playful snap of his teeth, Emilia offered a sensual grin that barely tugged at her lips. Truthfully, she wanted to taste Dorian, consume the sweet nectar that awaited her past his full lips that taunted her so often. She wanted to run her tongue along them and lap up every last delicious morsel that remained on his lips before diving into his mouth and grinding her tongue against his own. The thought caught her by surprise and another gasp came from her as Dorian slammed her arm back against the wall. Their bodies writhed together, the heat between the two of them catching within their clothes as Emilia breathed heavily and found herself still unable to pull her gaze from his.

As his body withdrew from hers, Emilia felt the cool rush of air in the room. She needed his warmth, she craved it. She watched longingly as he grabbed a matching set of pipes and partially consumed his implements before returning to her and pressing his entire body against her small frame. His erection slid against the tight V of her leggings and her slightly quivering thighs helped push him into place. Emilia was hyper aware of the saturation of the fabric as it tightly encompassed her sex. Would he notice? Her eyes quickly fell to Dorian's crotch as he pulled back once again, checking to make sure there was no evidence of her wetness staining the front of his briefs. The lack of a stain allowed her focus to fall onto his muscular thighs before quickly rising once more.

The intensity of the situation remained as Dorian left her restrained against the wall and silently went to grab the next pair of pipes. Emilia found herself pressing her thighs together tightly in an attempt to subdue the growing desire that tingled at the base of her spine and jolted through her entire body. Dorian's all-consuming gaze once he brought himself to her feet made it nearly impossible for her to hold back her evident lust as she let him spread her legs.

She watched on, absorbed in his ministrations as he shackled her fully to the wall. Emilia felt the urge to speak up and remind him that their deal wasn't meant to be so intricate. She had assumed he would shackle her arms above her head and teasingly pull her leggings down off of her legs. The question of how he was going to remove her leggings now made her bite her tongue and remain silent. Her mind was in a limbo of curiosity. She wanted to stop him for a moment just to catch her breath but she also wanted to see how far he would take this. He wouldn't spend all of this time expertly affixing her against the wall just to simply pull her leggings down, would he?

It didn't matter, now. It didn't matter that she had lost fair and square to a drunken game of Blackjack. Hell, she had managed to completely sober up the moment Dorian pressed her half naked body against the cold wall. A drunken card game wasn't even in her mind anymore. What mattered now was how much she wanted, no, needed to see this through until the end.
 
When Dorian returned to the work bench to gather up the last pipe and paused to gather himself. It had always been a thrill for the man to engage in these wild sessions of domination and submission. He honestly couldn't recount the amount of lovers that had ended up shackled in this room before him over the years. But rarely had he felt this much intensity between him and another woman. He glanced over towards Emilia as she dangled on the wall with just one leg remaining to be screwed down into place. His eyes met her own and his hazel gaze focused on that unspoken want that was fixated upon her face. Dorians rough fingers shifted around the last bracket of pipe before he plucked it up into his grasp and stalked his way towards her like a tiger about to devour some unwary animal.

He couldn't help but think how swiftly this had escalated as he stood before her once more. His eyes wafted over every square inch of her figure as if he was seeing her for the very first. Which due to the circumstances, he sort of was. By giving in so far, Emilia had more or less shed that confident attitude that he had grown accustomed to. Now it was like she was practically a different person, as if she was revealing a side of herself to him that she didn't even know existed until this very moment. Finally Dorian snapped himself out of his reverie and cocked his head to the side as he placed a hand over the edge of her trim and narrow waistline. "Blackjack." He muttered as he gazed into her blue orbs, unable to hide the smile of amusement upon his lips. "If you want this to stop at any moment, just say the word, Blackjack."

Now that their safe word had been established, Dorian drifted away, leaving his hand to gently extract itself from her side as he took to a single knee. His attentions moved to her free ankle, the remaining screws cast upon the floor and the power drill that lied waiting next to them. He went to work, unhesitant in his actions now that he had offered her a simple way to stop it all. He didn't just grab her ankle this time, he claimed it, squeezed over it like it was always his and then he tugged it sharply out to her side. He drove her heel back against the wood wall, pinned it there as he moved the cold steel shackle of pipes into place. After the first two screws had been driven home, Dorian took his good old time drilling the last two into the wall.

He let his hand run up from her ankle, gathering the sweat from her skin before his palm glided over the tight spandex that fell down around her calf muscle. His palm smeared her sweat against that fabric, mixing it with a soft glaze of oil that had taken to him after his handling of the pipes . He didn't bother to look up towards Emilia, but he listened as his hand ventured further up her leg until it was grinding down against the form fitting spandex that covered her shapely hips. With no sign of stalling, Dorian continued to lead his palm closer and closer to the outline of Emilia's blossoming slit. He had every intention of rubbing down over that succulent mound of hers before he would finish securing the last bracket into place.
 
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Blackjack. It was all too fitting. Emilia had been winning, she had been so sure of her hand that she fully expected to tease Dorian while strapping him in against the St. Andrews Cross kiddie cornered on the opposing side of the room. She had planned to lock him him, strip him, then leave him as she finished her glass of whiskey and danced to the melodic rhythm quietly playing from the stereo. Emilia's eyes lowered to the glass still sitting on the bondage table, the slightest tinge of pink where her lips had been, and the quarter inch of untouched amber liquid remaining. Emilia's tongue ran out over her lips, tasting the sweet nectar still soaked into them. Blackjack. He hadn't even give her a chance to collect herself, let alone enjoy one final sip, before he lifted her arm up and possessively brought her over to the wall. Emilia's eyes once again danced over Dorian's side as he finished collecting the final pipe for her ankle. Don't act like you didn't love it. You loved every second of it. You wanted him to shove you against this wall and take you right then and there. She couldn't argue with her thoughts as she silently grew more aroused, the build up of anticipation making her writhe slightly in her restraints.

To the victor go the spoils...

There was a small moan from the petite woman as he pushed her leg into place, focusing his efforts on her ankle while easily adjusting her body. He didn't need restraints to manipulate her and they both knew that. Emilia's head fell back and she closed her eyes for a fleeting moment as her breathing held within her lungs. His hand was wandering up her muscular leg, her thick thigh twitching against his palm as it rose higher and higher, teasing the entire length of what remained of her covered body. The air that her lungs contained finally whooshed out from her nostrils as they flared, the staggering sound of her breathing clearly that of someone who was holding themselves back. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked down at Dorian who was dragging his hand along her as it it was a brush and she was his most exquisite piece of artwork.

Her breathing picked up as his palm moved so fluidly yet painstakingly slowly towards the dip between her hips. Her quavering breathing matched her slightly heaving chest as she held herself against the wall in yearning of what he was leading up to. The moment his fingertips found the curve of her mound, fully shaven beneath the thin leggings, her breathing hitched within her throat and her hips jutted out slightly to meet his touch. Blackjack...

"You're only supposed to strip me," she spoke breathlessly, the words no more than a whisper as she barely found the ability to speak them at all.
 
Dorian angled his head so he could gaze up her pale and bound body while his hand remained firmly settled across her thrust forward mound. Desire was swirling about within his intense stare as he looked upon Emilia after she barely breathed out her reminder. His hand turned, the angle shifted until his fingers curled up over the shaven stretch of her bush that lay under her tight fitting bottoms. This left his thumb free to arch between her spread legs and implant itself against the pouting folds of her slit that were framed so perfectly in her tight fitting pants. "I'm getting to that part." Dorian responded in a breathless murmur that nearly equaled Emilia's own as he finally drew his hand away from between her legs.

He leaned over, reclaimed the drill and then finished driving the last two screws into the wood, leaving the last bracket firmly affixed to the wooden wall just as the others were. Dorian left the drill laying upon the floor as he stood back up and dusted his hands off with a few quick pats of his palms across each other as he watched Emilia from out of the corner of his eyes. With one last smack of his hands that echoed across to Emilia, he turned and soon found himself standing in front of the sleek workbench again. This time Dorian slid open a side drawer and after sifting through the contents hidden within for a moment he produced a pair of shearing scissors.

His lips pursed as he idly hummed in amusement to himself as he clicked the scissors open and closed a few times just to make sure they were in working order. One of his bushy brows arched as he looked towards Emilia where she was plastered up against the wooden wall. "I had a twelve, by the way. If you wouldn't of hit, I would of been the one who busted, not you." He shot her a playful wink as his bared feet padded across the floor back towards her. He spun the scissors around his index finger as he drew closer, his gaze wandering over her exposed body before finding his way back to her blue eyes as he stood before her again.

Slowly Dorian began to lower himself to a single knee before Emilia. The scissors were drawn wide open while his free hand stroked down the sporty spandex that smothered the shape of her thigh. His fingers carefully twisted about, tucked under the hem of her pants down where they stopped just beyond her calf and pulled the fabric away from her flesh. As the cool air in the room wafted under that meager space that had been created, Dorian began to lower the sharp scissors towards the fringes of her pants. He was prepared to cut them, straight up the outside of her leg, all the way to her waist before he would do the same to the other side of her brightly colored pants. Outside the storm still howled and the lights in the room flickered and swayed as he made the first snip.
 
The tension was suffocating. Emilia could barely breathe as she watched Dorian's hand move slowly, teasing her covered body while showing just how much control he had over her in this position. There was no need for him to touch her, this was purely a display of dominance. He was asserting himself, letting her know that he could do whatever he wanted to her body while she remained affixed to the wall. And he's going to... unless I call. I want this. Emilia sucked in her lower lip once more, biting down on the soft flesh as her breathing stopped. The tip of his thumb brushed against her folds and if it hadn't been for the restraints securing her upright, Emilia would have crumbled to the floor right then and there. It was as if his finger produced electricity, shooting jolts of pleasure through her pelvis and up her spine. Her body jerked slightly, reacting intensely to his touch.

The last two screws made her entire body vibrate, she could feel the traction of the power drill beating into the wall as the screws nestled themselves in place across her entire body. Once Dorian completed his task and stood up, Emilia let her head fall back against the wall. Her hair playfully cascaded over her shoulder, a few loose strands stuck to her forehead while her skin became slightly slick from the light sheer of sweat that glazed her skin. She hadn't even realized she'd been sweating. The whiskey could have easily been blamed for her flushing reaction but in reality, it was the build up. Dorian was torturing her but barely touching her at all.

Emilia was catching her breath, her head still lolled back against the wall when Dorian cut in to her thoughts and admitted his poor hand. Her lower lip parted slightly from its companion, the underlying look on Emilia's face of utter disbelief for a brief moment. "You cunning wolf. I'll get you back for that, just you wait." Her sneer was met with a flirtatious tone as her eyes narrowed for a second. Dorian was upon her once again and her body gently writhed out from the wall, her narrowed eyes locked in with Dorian's gaze. She wanted so badly to feel those thick lips against her own, taste the sweet liquor Dorian had been availing himself of all evening from that supple pout. The anticipation was almost agony as the lustful fire in her eyes continued to blaze, the embers still cascading upwards from her pelvis and into her belly.

It was as if time had slowed to a nearly grinding halt. Dorian lowered himself, shears in hand. The first slice was almost deafening and it caused Emilia to clench her teeth, the hiss of air sucking in between those perfectly straight pearly whites sounding out. She held her breath once more, feeling the cool metal of the scissors as they glided up her smooth, perfectly hairless leg. The spandex snapped away from the sharp blades the moment they broke through the material, the stretchy fabric releasing itself from her skin. The cold air of the room hit her now bare skin in a refreshing manner, the sobering feeling reminding Emilia that she was about to be laid bare in front of her director. Blackjack! Blackjack!! The shears slid upwards over the side of her knee, over her thigh, up into the dip of her hip until suddenly the entire side of her leggings had been unwound. The fabric hung limply against the inside of her leg, the waist of the cut spandex resting against her thigh as it provided a makeshift barrier, still, of what Dorian was painstakingly building up to reveal.

The back of Emilia's head was pressed firmly against the wall, her eyes looking straight ahead as she tried to regulate her shallow breathing. Why couldn't he have just torn the leggings from her body or pulled them down like somebody normal? Why was this turning her on so much? Why can't I just get out of my head? Her thoughts turned to mush the instant the sound and sensation of the shears slicing into the fabric adorning her left leg was pronounced. Just get me naked and ravage me.
 
The scissors opened like the jaws of a shark and stayed that way as Dorian's guiding hand led them up along the contours of Emilia's other outstretched leg. After the initial cut, the spandex fabric parted like butter against the hot knife edge of the scissors blade as the flat end traced its way up the flesh of her leg. Inch by delicate inch those tight fitting leggings fell away from her firm and tension filled flesh. But unlike the first leg that he had sliced completely free from her hip hugging pants, Dorian stopped short this time just as the open blade ran beyond her knee.

God damn, she's gonna let me fuck her, she wants this! Dorians smoldering gaze drew up over Emilia's pinned and spread wide body as she rested against the wall while her labored breaths fell out of her mouth and made her spirited breasts quake oh so delightfully. Fuck, I want this! The scissors dropped from his hand and rattled against the floor as he brought his coarse hands to bear against the summit of that tear in the fabric that remained of her leggings. His knuckles rubbed over the smooth and sweat laden skin that had been revealed as he cinched his fingers around the spandex fibers while his gaze consumed her own. With a sudden rip the last of the fabric bulged outward, forcing Emilia's dainty frame to buckle forward as Dorian tore the last of her pants away and tossed them to the floor behind him like the trash that they were now.

He exhaled, my god did he exhale. It was like a breath that was potent enough to rival the winds of the storm that were still whipping about outside and battering against his home as he caught his breath. His fingers trembled with uncertain anticipation as he stood up and settled them around the sides of Emilia's now bared waist line. The clenched, pressing into her tender flesh as if they could disperse the tension by squeezing it out of those digits. Dorian's eyes bore down upon hers, wide and lustful as his body slapped against her bound flesh. The wiry jungle of hair that coated his naked and broad chest fell flush against the contrasting softness of her warmed body as he planted his forehead directly upon the crown of Emilia's skull.

Finally that rich and decadent whiskey she wanted to taste was right there for the taking as his lips hovered before her own pouting mouth. Only a sliver of space remained between them as he exhaled that tonic into her throat. His hazel eyes remained locked on her own while his flesh rubbed and pressed down against her exposed and vulnerable body. Not a word was spoken from his lips, though Dorian's ears remained acutely attuned to the faintest sounds that were drawn out of Emilia's mouth. Slowly he angled his head, eyes upon eyes, as his lips went to close that last fraction of an inch and take her own. There was no stopping him, unless that one word was uttered and if Dorian didn't hear Blackjack fall from her mouth, he was going to obliterate the tension that had been building between them since their first encounter here and now.
 
Just as the knife crested over the dip of her hip, Emilia finally let her eyes glance down at the mammoth of a man knelt before her. His knuckles fell into her skin and her entire body felt like it was vibrating as the warmth of his body extended over to hers from just his hand. The tension was growing far past the breaking point, they were both in agony. As his eyes flickered upwards to capture hers, she could see the lust that fueled his desire behind those deep irises. They both seemed to stop breathing while Emilia's brain all but muted the music playing in the background. They were frozen, his eyes upon hers as his fingers held the remaining bits of her clothing. What had been no more than a few seconds felt like it lasted for a full minute. She couldn't find her breath, her stomach quivered in anticipation as her ribs danced beneath her skin.

The snap of her leggings made her body jerk forward, a squeal more akin to a moan than anything else parting her lips. And they remained slightly parted, her lower lip trembling in wanton desire as Dorian's body moved in slow motion, his fingers snaking around her cinched waist as his head rose above hers before his body pressed against hers.

The heat was overwhelming. His body felt like it was aflame as his mostly bare skin pressed into her. She was practically whimpering against him, her eyes locked onto his intensely as each breath was carried through with the smallest mew. His slicked forehead leaned against hers and suddenly they were breathing into each other.

He had stripped her naked, the deal was over. Dorian was now supposed to release her from her binds and they were going to move on to whatever next activity they had planned to keep them busy during the hurricane. This was already proving to be a much better use of their time, though. Every moment since Dorian and Emilia's eyes landed on each other, the spark was there. It had been festering for the better part of a week and they were finally giving into that desperate urge.

Dorian was moving closer, their lips mere centimetres from one another. She could feel the dew of his lips on her own as his nose brushed against the side of hers. Her warm breath was still fluttering as it cascaded over his face. She waited for his lips to near hers, she could already taste them before they crashed down against her own. The moment the softness of his lips pressed into her, her head pushed forward and her chin rose, matching his kiss with the intensity he had built up within her. Her arms jerked for a moment, tugging against the restraints as she clearly wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into her even tighter, not that that was even possible. Her body pushed from the wall, pushing into his body as her lips parted and she flicked her tongue just barely over Dorian's lower lip before he granted her access. The tension had finally been shattered but the lust and desire continued to grow. Emilia hungrily leaned into Dorian, her tongue dancing against his as their bodies pressed against each other as if playing tug of war. One moment he'd have her body flush against the wall yet the next moment, she'd be pushing against him, the smallest bit of space between her back and the wall, before he'd push his weight back down upon her. She could feel his arousal against her body, the heat from beneath his underwear even warmer than any other part of his body.
 
Dorian teased at first, letting Emilia push into him, granting her some measure of control as their lust for each other erupted within that initial heated exchange between their lips. The back and forth continued briefly, the heat of the their bodies meeting with resounding desire that found Dorian reaching his hands upwards to claim Emilia's pinned hands in his grasp. His fingers twined around her captive ones, almost threatening to crush them in his strong grasp as their lips remained locked in a titanic battle. Down below, between his legs that fire and heat was blazing as his stiffened erection desired to burst out of that narrow little slit in his underwear as it stroked and ground over the shape of her cleanly shaven mound. The mounting pressure of his thrusts echoed straight up from between her spread legs and sent tremors up Emilia's spine.

Dorian could feel her all over him. Her hands sunk in against his, their nails scratching against one another's palms. The thickness of his chest smothered her perky little breasts and soon Dorian started to fire on all cylinders. He was taking control, using his mass and muscle to pin Emilia into place against the wall as his needful thrusts lifted her shackled body up just enough to cause her toes to loose contact with the floor. By now his bristled thighs had spread and mirrored the position of Emilia's own smooth and lean legs. His bony knees settled on the insides of her own as he began to pull his hips back, angling to push the briefs that covered the head of his raging cock up against the delicate folds of her slit.

As the passion rose Dorian's hands unclenched from her own and left Emilia's fingers grasping at the air. His hands swept in and raked into the frazzled sweaty locks of her auburn hair and pinned her head against the wall as he took full control over her mouth. His muscular tongue drove into her agape maw and pressed against the smooth and softer velvety shape of her own as they exchanged spittle. Down between his legs the relentless hammering of his crotch up against Emilia's bared sex was starting to spread the fly of his underwear as the domed head of his cock forced its way through the barrier. The first jab upward missed the mark, but barely and Dorian's eyes went wide at the sudden sensation of nearly striking himself deeply within her.

His mouth slipped away from her own, leaving strands of saliva to cover their lips and chins as he brushed his mouth across her chin before he moved to feast on the side of her neck. His teeth grazed deeply there, gnawing at the tender flesh while his hands sank in deeply towards the roots of her hair. More of his hungry and pulsing erection pushed its way free from the sliver in his tight fitting briefs as Dorian angled his hips back one more time. He surged upwards like a roaring engine and as his shaft parted the soft pink entrance to her vaginal canal, his teeth froze in place as he exhaled a wanton and overly warm gust of breath against the side of her neck.
 
The intense passion and desire that raged between their two bodies was stifling. Emilia's thighs quivered as Dorian pressed himself between her spread legs and she pressed them against the outsides of his thighs as if she was trying to pull him into her even more. The cold, hard wall behind her tantalized her otherwise burning hot skin, the sensation completely opposing Dorian's fiery, scratchy body. Then his weight came down on her completely and she squeaked into his mouth as he grabbed her head, pushing her flush against the wall as he bodily overtook her.

Emilia's head was swimming as she gasped. His hands affixed themselves to her head which pushed her even more against the wall. She may not have been able to move but Dorian would surely feel her squirm against him, writhing in need as her hips would rock back against the head of his cock as his thick bulge teased her tender, slick lips. She could practically feel the head of Dorian's cock as he thrust against her, causing her entire body to reverberate against the wall while somehow still remaining completely still. The heat seeping from the soft tip of Dorian's manhood made her toes curl as the wrestling match pursuing within their mouths grew with vigor. Her chest hummed against Dorian's body each time she let out a soft moan, her need soaking into the front of his briefs and leaving a telltale mark where the protuberance of his shaft rested.

Another rasp came from Emilia as his cock just barely missed penetrating her. The near invasion shifted the energy in the room. Dorian's hunger seemed to escalate to a near insatiable point. Emilia whined softly when he pulled his lips from hers, a thin tendril of saliva keeping her lower lip connected to his upper lip before snapping from the pressure of his lips brushing against her chin. Her eyes tried to seek his out but he was already dipped into the crevice of her neck before she could inhale. The next second passed far too quickly but also seemingly in slow motion. His fingers tightened their grasp on her hair while his teeth bit into her neck. For a moment, a spark of pain rose within her body but the sensation was very quickly overridden by the swift motion Dorian brought onto her body. As his cock head parted her lips and he entered her, her entire body seemed to undulate with his own.

Emilia's velvet walls clamped down around Dorian's cock, sheathing him tightly inside of her body as her cunt quavered around him. A sharp inhale came from between clenched teeth as Emilia's eyelids fluttered and her lower back bowed in an effort to meet Dorian's lustful movement. Her hands formed into tight fists, her fingers trying to find something to hold onto as she clawed into the empty air. Her toes curled beneath her, raising her body no more than Dorian had already pushed her upwards. Her chin rose as her skull pressed into the wall behind her, her neck craning, as she let out a breathy, low moan.

Blackjack...

After being so intensely worked up, Emilia was finally getting what her body craved. Yet Dorian's throbbing cock stretching her only served as fuel to the lustful fire that blazed within her entire being. His body forced hers to remain stationary but he could feel as her hips rocked forward, her pelvis rolling against his as she pressed into him. There was no denying that they both wanted to feast from each other's body. She needed him.
 
Dorian felt like his body was ablaze, caught in one feverishly primal moment as Emilia rolled her hips to meet his every lunging thrust. The salt and sweat from her skin subsumed every taste bud that decorated his tongue as he grazed on the side of her neck. His heart was pounding like a drum in his chest, every fiber of his being was acutely tuned into the vigorous act that had unabashedly ascended between the pair. The surge of heat was so palpable that fire and brimstone might as well have been pouring out of his nostrils to cascade down her neck and coat Emilia's shoulder with his steamy breath. He felt like some rage filled barbarian that had stormed a village and laid claim to some lone jewel that the village had tried to secret away.

And Dorian didn't shy away from becoming that conquering Viking as rammed upwards into Emilia's desperately clenching depths. The walls of her sex were like soft clay that was being shaped and molded by hard iron. His hands that had sunk in around the edges of her skull withdrew at the same moment that his mouth peeled itself away from the side of her neck, leaving it red and raw from his assault there. Those hands dragged their way out of her hair and down to her briefly unattended neck where they plastered themselves into place across her dainty throat. As his fingers tightened around her neck, Dorian's hardened features shifted back before Emilia's face and loomed there, ferocious and full of power.

But there was no intent to cause the sultry object of his desires any harm. Even though his fingers squeezed and the wild look in his eyes might of suggested otherwise, Dorian was gentle with the pressure that was being applied over her windpipe. It was a stark contrast to how determined the jack hammering blasts of his beating erection were vehemently tearing up into her. His hazel eyes were acutely drawn towards her captivated gaze, looking to them for the slightest sign that might offer guidance for his hands. If she wanted him to squeeze, all she had to do was give him a subtle nod, but if the act was to much Dorian was ready to release her neck at the slightest hint of discomfort from his newest lover.

Regardless the excitement was building. A crescendo was fast approaching on the horizon, and Dorian was ready for that just yet. So he reined his tepid motions in, drew in shuddering breaths as he shifted to a more savory approach. His heavy breaths diminished as he took a measure of control over the plundering of his manhood into Emilia's warm and silky smooth slit. Grinding his teeth as he let the dividing focus crystalize between the torrent of his now deliberately paced churnings within her hugging cunt and the intense sensations of his rough fingers shifting over the shape of her neck. As he waited for that sign, he couldn't fathom taking his eyes off of hers.
 
Every covetous thrust that met with a clap of their wet bodies elicited a carnal sound from Emilia. The visceral response from her was heated and constant, her mewls of pleasure met with a lustful contraction of her body as she continued to move as much as her restraints would allow. Meanwhile, her cunt enclapsed around his pistoning shaft, milking it with every assault he laid into her with salacious need. Emilia couldn't form any thoughts or words as her lower lip protruded slightly and trembled. The pleasure his actions were resulting within her was ascending her to a near orgasmic state. Dorian seemed to know Emilia's body better than even she knew herself. His teeth and lips that laid claim against her delicate neck suckled against her skin in a way that caused her desire to grow nearly tenfold.

She felt like she was floating as Dorian's ministrations mounted her pleasure, his conquering of her body more than just audible until he suddenly removed his lips and hands from her body. Emilia let out a gasp, her gaze locking into Dorian's as the embers in his eyes glinted back into hers. His hands were on her neck. He was pressing down gently, building up the slightest bit of pressure in her head as he toyed with her windpipe. A fleeting moment made Emilia's lips part as she inhaled, just about to cry blackjack, yet his grasp didn't tighten. His cock continued to sheath itself within her, making her entire body shudder as she stared back at him with doe-like eyes. The change in her ability to breathe made her entire body tense. She felt a pulse of pleasure build within her pelvis before Dorian's pace adjusted in an attempt to hold off the inevitable and savor every last second of the build up.

From beneath Dorian's fingers, he'd be able to feel Emilia swallow. Her eyes never left his, a surge of courage making her nostrils flair before her eyelids fluttered once more and her eyes flickered into the back of her head before meeting back with his, her hips jerking in reaction to the way he moved. This was more than the subtle nod beckoning him to press harder against her neck and asphyxiate her that he was looking for. This was a symbol from her silently pleading with him to absolutely wreck her.
 
Dorian saw that look do more then flash in Emilia's eyes. She was wordlessly begging him to absolutely destroy her as she shuddered visibly before his onslaught. He rammed himself upwards at the insistence of her jerking and gyrating hips. His fingers tightened and clenched around her slender pale neck, this time truly squeezing and constricting her airway. As his hands drew away her ability to breath, Dorian pushed his head forward so that his forehead rested squarely upon her own. The pounding resumed as his hips jerked and gathered steam, the veracity of those quickly building movements caused his head to scrape and grind over Emilia's as he kept his burning eyes focused on hers. His fingers loosened as he pushed upwards into as of yet unexplored depths of his assistants clenching sex.

He let Emilia breath intermittently between the stabbing upward motions of his engorged erection. His steam filled hazel eyes never wavered from her own, as he closely kept tabs on her reactions. The last thing he wanted to do was really hurt the young woman he had grown so fond of. But he could tell that Emilia wanted it all and as Dorian began to rise to his peak, he pulled a hand away from Emilia's throat and let his face fall back just enough to create some space between their faces. That's when he smacked her, and good. His palm cracked across the side of her face, most likely catching Emilia by complete surprise and forcing spittle and sweat to fly from her features as her head was jerked to the side from the impact. Dorian continued to squeeze and then relent around her throat as a second, third, and fourth smack found its way to Emilia's now reddened cheek. He was grunting towards her like some primal beast as his climax roared forth from the entombed head of his cock. His thick seed swamped into her womb, splattered her clenching sex as another smack shattered against the side of her face.

After that last slap, Dorian's hand lingered upon Emilia's cheek. A gentle caress followed as the gyrations of his own bucking hips began to tentatively loose their ferocity. He let Emilia work herself down from that frenzied state while he savored the caress of her cunt as it squeezed and pulled every last bit of his thick and viscoid cum out of his slowly churning manhood. Finally when he could feel himself softening up within her, Dorian leaned in and gave her panting lips a feather soft kiss that lasted for but a breath. As his lips parted from hers, Dorian's hand lingered n Emilia's cheek, gently rubbing away the red hue that remained from the strikes of his palm. Even those fingers eventually fell away from Emilia's face as Dorian's sweaty and naked body moved back over towards the nearby workbench.

His hands rolled over his face, his shoulders twitched as the afterglow that remained echoed thorough his body. After a quick stretch, Dorian started to open one of those drawers while Emilia was left to recover. "Ah there it is." He exclaimed to himself in a muted tone as he pulled out a staple gun and a swath of black latex that was square in shape and some three feet across. Quietly, Dorian waited to hear the word that would bring this all to a sudden halt as he reached into the drawer for another item.
 
In this moment, Emilia gave Dorian every last ounce of trust she had. She didn't fight as his fingers ensnared her neck and tensed. Instead, her eyes remained focused on his as her nose flared and she bit down on her lip. She could feel the pressure in her head growing as he trapped her beneath his palm and pressed his forehead against hers. Her lower lip slipped from her teeth and her entire body arched forward against Dorian's as her lips parted as if she was going to gasp for air. Nothing came out as her body writhed but the moment his grasp relented, she inhaled before yelping. His palm came crashing across her face before his hand quickly grasped her neck again.

Emilia's eyes bugged out as she felt stunned for a short second. Her cunt contracted around Dorian's cock and she let out a little squeak as his hand tightened once again. His roughness caught her off guard and for the shortest fleeting second, Emilia was about to cry blackjack. She was overwhelmed and surprised but as her eyes remained steeled into Dorian's, she readied herself for the next slap. Her body tensed in that moment and when he slapped her, she let out a feint squeak that sounded more like a moan than anything else. The return to choking seemed to do something to her.

As he asphyxiated her, Emilia felt her entire body loose touch with reality. She was floating, her head was aflutter as her gaze remained locked on Dorian's while also appearing like it saw staring through him, gazing at something a million miles away. Her mouth fell open and her body tensed up completely before her hips bucked off of the wall and her entire body convulsed and jerked against him. Emilia seemed to loose control as her cunt throbbed deeply and milked Dorian's cock intensely as she gushed around him. When he released his hand to slap her again, the sound coming from her chest was almost animalistic in nature as she climaxed on his cock. The slap seemed to make it stronger and it didn't cease until Dorian had finished coated her insides with his hot seed.

Emilia stared at him as if in astonishment, her chest still heaving as she breathed heavily. She had never felt an orgasm that powerful. A small whine came from her as his lips pressed against hers and another one, more insistent yet still quiet, when he pulled himself from her slick cunny. "No," she whined, wanting him to stay inside of her forever. She never wanted to loose that sensation. He filled her so perfectly, as if they had been formed for each other. Her breathing continued it's heavy pattern as she watched the man who she'd given complete control over to search his desk for his next tool.
 
Before the item could be drawn up out of that drawer and revealed to Emilia, Dorian paused while his grizzly haired back was still turned towards her. Well, let's not ruin the surprise just yet. Dorian concluded inwardly as he opted to leave whatever he was about to produce to remain within the confines of the drawer where it would stay hidden from her sight. A glance was stolen back towards Emilia, a glance that froze momentarily as he visually drank in the way she looked at this moment. Then his eyes connected with hers and as he stared across what seemed like a vast expanse between them, he echoed her heavy and rapid breathes. Dorian reached over and blindly gathered up the staple gun and the swath of black latex, composed himself, and with determination in his eyes he made his way back towards Emilia.

Every step of the way Dorian kept his eyes focused and drawn over Emilia's. Just looking at her was getting his blood pumping down below again. It was surreal to think that she had nearly walked her ass right out of here when she was first introduced to this room. Sure, Dorian conceded that maybe trying to stuff a gag into her mouth had a hand in her flight or fight reaction. But to see her now, spread out wide and bolted securely to the wall. Her body glistening with sweat, her own juices leaving a light sheen along the insides of her thighs, and those little goose bumps of excitement littering her skin. It was heavenly to see how much she wanted this, and seeing that in her eyes made him want to give it to her even more.

Silently Dorian pressed his flesh against hers, savoring the intimacy of the contact as the sweat upon his hair laden chest fell flush against her own torso. His arms stretched up over her head, absently slapping the black square of latex against the wall while his lips nuzzled against the side of her neck. He kissed away the traces of raw passion that he had imprinted along the side of her slender neck before he drew his lips up and embraced her own. The fire had died down, but the embers of his lust for her were still going strong and those embers were ready to ignite again as Dorian gently shared a kiss with Emilia. A soft breath left his lips as he parted from hers and as his eyes swept up towards the black latex that was pressed against the wall above her Dorian took a moment to let their gazes meet.

Wordlessly he continued forward, adjusting the thick square of latex over her head and letting it fall like a curtain down across her face. She disappeared beneath it and Dorian made a few slight adjustments, inching the fabric upwards upon the wall until the bottom of its expanse covered everything save for the bottom of her lips and her chin. Click. The sound echoed above the din of the diminishing storm beyond the walls of the room. Click. Another staple was added as Dorian worked to secure the top left corner of that black patch to the wall. Click. The third staple hammered into the wall, fixing that end in place. Dorian reached down then and took hold of the bottom right end, pulling it taut over Emilia's face as he prepared to place another trio of the heavy duty staples into that edge of the latex canvas that he was patiently covering the vast majority of Emilia's face with.
 
The expanse of Emilia's body was covered completely in goosebumps and sweat as she just barely quaked. The tremors cascading over her body were caused by the delightful fallout of their first peak. Through heavy eyelids, Emilia watched Dorian as if completely smitten and lost over simply his presence. The inevitable climax of their tension had come and gone yet instead of descending towards a resolution, the tension seemed to begin gradually rising once again. It was as if they were traipsing along a mountain ridge together - they had reached the first peak but there were still so many to work towards and explore. The peak with the best views was still way out in the distance. They weren't even close to being done.

Emilia's doe-like gaze appeared to grow in intensity as Dorian slowly sauntered back over to her. With every footstep, Emilia felt her heart leap from her chest in anticipation. It was just like when he had first affixed her to the wall; the excitement was still pulsing through her body and she found herself gently writhing in suspension. Her body had pulled out from the wall by a few inches and as Dorian's body found its rightful place against her, skin touching skin, she sunk back against the now warm panel. Even with her back now flush against the wall, Dorian would feel her body squirm against his, reacting to his movements as her head fell slightly to the side to widen the vastness of skin on her elegant neck. A moan hummed from Emilia's throat as her eyelids fluttered.

Dorian's teeth had left a lurid mark against her pale skin, the raw and sensitive spot drawing a carnivorous need from Emilia as his lips danced and suckled upon the tender spot. Almost as soon as Emilia had managed to bring her ragged breathing under control, it picked up again. Her need skyrocketed and Dorian seemed to sense that as he captured her lips within his.

His kiss was gentle but Emilia met it with a ferocity of an untamed vixen. She pushed into him, her tongue lapping against the side of his in an attempt to draw him in as her body rolled outwards to grind against his. This passion was met with a sense of control as Dorian pulled away, a single strand of saliva linking their mouths before snapping in mid air. Another whimper came from the lust-fueled woman as Dorian's attention ascended to the latex placed just above her head. Emilia pulled forward, her lips attempting and failing to meet Dorian's jawline as he swiftly began progressing them into his next intended scene.

Emilia thought she was ready for anything. She genuinely believed she could take whatever Dorian intended to throw her way. The latex above her head snapped into place against the wall with ease as Dorian embedded the staples against it. Emilia stared into Dorian's hyper-focused stare, observing his intentions as his fingers pulled the latex taut over her face. Suddenly, Emilia found herself unable to breathe through her nose. Her lower lip fell open, a warm gush of air exhaling from her lungs. She was shrouded in darkness. Emilia was handling the shift of her senses until the sound of the stapler reverberated from the wall.

The first loud click made Emilia's body jerk. The second one resulted in a mild panic from the restrained woman and by the third click, she was shaking. "Blackjack! Blackjack!" The response left her lips before she had a chance to reconsider. They had been moving at such a high speed that Emilia's reactions were instinctual and involuntary. Shackled against the wall, there was a sudden unsettled panic that caught the dominated woman by surprise.
 
Dorian seized up when those panicked words fled from Emilia's exasperated lips. The feeling of those simple safe words was akin to having a bucket of cold water thrown over his aroused and ready to go demeanor. He had to catch his breath, which seemed easy considering it felt like it had knotted up in his chest. Carefully Dorian backed off, his feet shifting as he angled his body away from the enticing glow of Emilia's bound and quivering flesh. His head still remained hovering inches from her own as did his hands which curled into fists, one upon the wall above her head and to the right. The other clenched around the handle of the staple gun which remained just above her left shoulder where he had finished putting in that last staple when she called out for him to stop.

He could feel her breath, raspy and still full of excitement that she was struggling to contain. Those short warm puffs of air struck him in the chest and washed over the dense rug of bristling hair there. Seconds felt like minutes as Dorian finally managed to exhale in one deep and fully audible sigh that cascaded down her chin, neck, and protruding breasts. Dorian felt a brief spell of dizziness invade his body as he came crashing down from those engrossing lustful heights that had swept over him during that heated exchange with Emilia. A quick shake of his head rattled that sensation away and after another deep breath and exhale, Dorian had regained some semblance of his normal composure.

With a delicate hand Dorian peeled the unfastened corner flap up and away from where it laid across Emilia's head. For now he didn't straight yank it away, instead he allowed it to rest across the top of her head while he held the corner up and away from her face so she could see him. "Are you alright?" He inquired carefully as he shifted his head so she could see him clearly from beneath the canopy of latex that hung over her. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you, Emilia." A small devilish smile found its way across his lips as he locked his eyes with hers. "Unless you wanted me to." There was a wink that teased after that comment.

"But if you want me to stop, I'll stop." His shoulders shifted as he angled his head while he gave her a serene and completely understanding look. "If you want, you can tell me what you've liked so far, and what you haven't." Dorian gave her shoulder a tender kiss before he looked over the side of her face. "Your in as much control of this as I am."
 
The air between Emilia and Dorian seemed to stale for a brief moment. The heavy breathing coming from Emilia paused, her hesitation evident as her voice caught in her throat and her entire body froze. Time stood still, the entire world feeling like it was collapsing into itself as Emilia tried to catch her breath once again. Her sporadic exhalations washed over Dorian's chest as she tried to quell her thrumming heart and when his breathing cascaded over her naked body, she felt herself quickly falling back into the headspace she had been in mere seconds prior to her discomposed reaction. The neediness she felt surge through her veins never stopped pulsing and when Dorian began speaking to her, checking in to make sure she was okay, she felt herself melt into his voice.

The latex scared her. It wasn't because she didn't trust Dorian, it was because she was fearful that he was going to take her breath away (at least, more so than he's already done). Her lower lip quivered as she peered out at him, her eyes wide. Those wide eyes seemed to simmer down when his lips brushed against hers. Dorian was saying all of the right things and Emilia found herself questioning why she had called out Blackjack in the first place. She wanted this, she wanted Him. The way her body squirmed against his, trying to close the gap between them, was something she didn't think she could even control of herself. She wanted to feel his lips brushed across every last span of her body and she wanted to feel his cock deep within her once again.

No, she didn't want this to stop.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, still clearly a bit ruffled. "Don't stop." Her face flushed, embarrassment evident against her skin, fallout from her calling Blackjack. Emilia had chickened out but she wasn't ready to throw in the towel. The urge to tell him to hurt her remained lodged in her throat, the impulse to plead to him for this simply a reaction to his wink. "Don't stop," she repeated, "take back control and ruin me." Her voice was between a whisper and a purr.
 
His unblinking eyes stayed focused on her own as Emilia murmured her desire for him to not only continue, but to ruin her. Dorian responded with a simple, courteous nod that caused his sweat glazed forehead to rub briefly across Emilia's own. His face diminished before outright vanishing as the canopy of smooth and dark latex fell back down across Emilia's flushed face. Immediately Dorian returned to work, dragging his hands down the wall as he pulled the unfastened bottom left corner of the latex canvas taut across his assistants face. Snap, snap, snap, in rapid succession three more staples were driven into the wooden wall, leaving only the top right corner of Emilia's improvised mask to be stretched and secured.

For the moment Dorian let that unhinged flap linger in place where it laid lazily across the top of Emilia's latex smothered face. Damn...she wants me to...ruin her... He couldn't contain the smile that formed over his lips when he allowed himself a moment to reflect on her hushed request. "I'm going to ruin you, all night long." Dorian's voice was subtle and teasing and more importantly, it was felt when he those last three words were breathed out over the slopes of her breasts. His mouth opened wide as he sealed one of her pear shaped mounds beneath his mouth. Dorian sucked, smeared saliva over its velvet smooth surface as he licked up the perspiration that clung to her flesh. His tongue was on her nipple, playing with that rosy nub like it was some joy stick that he was just learning the controls for.

The adulation of Dorian's mouth remained for countless minutes on Emilia's breast before it swept over to lay those same praises upon the other. He savored everything as his mouth consumed her perky and firm breasts. The sounds she made were like directions that led him forward in his quest to discover how she reacted to each and every sensation he was inflaming her with. After an incomprehensible amount of time Dorian shifted his mouth down from Emilia's breasts. The tips of his pearly white teeth dragged across the skin of her belly while his tongue painted a swirling line that led towards her visibly eager cunt. He paused there, drawing his mouth back just enough so that Emilia couldn't feel him physically upon her body anymore but so close that there was little doubt in her mind to his enticingly close proximity as his breath huffed over her shaven slit.

The tip of his nose was the first thing to touch down upon her as it rubbed up against her navel. His lips soon followed, parting wide once more as the warmth of his breath billowed out of his mouth. Dorian closed his eyes as his mouth settled into place around Emilia's glistening pink sex. He inhaled through his nostrils, the oxygen fueling his lust for her as he tasted her nectars. His breath exhaled from his engorged mouth, washing over the tender and sensitive flesh as he savored every morsel of the feast that laid before him. While Dorian gorged himself on Emilia's womanhood his hands settled around her sweat slicked hips and slowly shifted behind them. His rough fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, pulling those toned yet soft mounds apart as he dipped an index finger inward and pressed it against the star shaped ring of darkened muscles hidden below.
 
Any ounce of trepidation Emilia may have felt seemed to diminish as Dorian pushed his forehead against hers, a simple sign of reassurance. She stared into his eyes, the lust that fueled her gaze returning within them before he sealed her face behind the latex cover. Her chest protruded at the sound of the stapler and her lower lip fell open, the air filling her lungs serving as a bolster to her comfort. He may have been securing her face but she could still breathe. She could trust him. She didn't have anything to worry about.

These doubts fell from her mind the moment Dorian's warm mouth encompassed her nipple. Emilia let out a sultry moan, the movements of her torso displaying what her face was now unable to convey. She moved towards him. His body was like steel, attracting a magnet wherever his lips hovered. Emilia found her breathing once again labored, her lower lip trembling in ecstasy just from the expert movements of Dorian's tongue as it toyed with the pert nub. Her reactions only seemed to grow in relation to how much lower Dorian sunk himself upon her body.

When he pulled his mouth from her opposing breast, a desperate whimper came from her lips. Her belly seemed to quiver beneath his teeth as he treated her to an entirely new sensation, one that was quickly met with goosebumps that followed in his wake. Even Emilia's breathing seemed to tremble in need as it quavered from her lips, her body still following along with Dorian's mouth as her lower abdomen protruded as much as possible from the wall. Emilia was desperate, something that she'd finally let show once Dorian's lips removed themselves from her delicate skin.

Emilia whined, pushing her body out even more. She couldn't pull herself more than two inches from the wall, she couldn't press herself against Dorian's warm, welcoming lips. Don't stop. The words were on the tip of her tongue, wanting desperately to be announced. Emilia's breath hitched once again at the back of her throat and just before the words came, Dorian's tantalizing touch was once again upon her.

Emilia let out another moan, rewarding his renewed touch with a quiver of her thighs as he slowly, meticulously, made his was down to her slit. A gasp caught her barely bucking hips as his tongue lapped out between her shaven lips. Behind the latex, her eyes rolled back into her skull as a carnal moan eroded from her chest. Ruin me... he was going to absolutely wreck her. The moment his fingertip pressed against the entrance to her tightest hole, Emilia's hips rolled forward and she practically purred. Even from outside of her body, that fingertip would feel her insides throb with need. With the way he was building her up, he was going to make her cum hard. She could already feel it building up in her pelvis, the pleasure simply a delightful forewarning of what Dorian intended to do to her body.
 
Dorian lavished himself upon Emilia's slickened cunt, drawing his tongue over the folds and curls of its shape, and parting those wanton lips with a firm stroke of his tongue. Tasting her was like heaven and he couldn't stop gorging himself upon the flesh of her pussy. He was all to aware of every sound that fell out of her mouth and those soft sounds of need only drove Dorian to increase his efforts to really push Emilia to the edge of unbridled ecstasy. Those efforts started with his fingers as he pushed and parted that star shaped cluster of muscles further until his middle finger sunk in and joined his index finger in the confines of her ass. Dorian began to pump them inward, burying them until his second knuckles had split that compacted ring of muscle open enough to drive her mad with lust. He was intent on bringing her to that sweet precipice and leaving her to dangle there, wanting more when his mouth and fingers finally departed from the shape of her bucking body.

He stepped back, admiring the way she looked, spread out before him, pinned against the wall. The storm outside was all but an afterthought now to Dorian. He was far more concerned and focused with the storm that he wanted to unleash upon his newest trophy. Dorian leaned over and snatched up the staple gun and stepped forward again, this time finishing the process of affixing the latex shroud across Emilia's face with staple after staple that left that dark material stretched tightly over the top half of her face. Again, he couldn't help but admire the wanton display of her body's reactions as he set the staple gun back down on the floor and gave it a simple kick away, letting it scoot across the floor so it wasn't in the immediate way. While Emilia's lips were parted, gasping out in anticipation, Dorian took a moment to claim dominion over her mouth as he plunged a trio of fingers between their tender and pouting shape.

Dorian could feel his breathing growing erratic, could sense that blood beginning to return to fill back up what had gone limp between his legs. The arousal that roared from Emilia was sinking back into him as if they had shared this intimate connection for years, instead of the short expanse of time here where everything had finally exploded between them. In an effort to keep things on the edge Dorian made three quick plunges into the back of Emilia's throat, letting the tips of his fingers prod against her tongue before he pulled them free, leaving his newest assistant to gasp and squirm against the wall. Before he turned away, Dorian took his saliva smeared fingers and stroked them down Emilia's toned torso, swirling the point of his index finger about her belly button as a parting gesture.

While he left Emilia to collect her thoughts Dorian padded his way over towards an array of whips and crops that hung from tiny hooks upon the wall. His fingertips traced over the lashes of several, quietly contemplating which style he might bring into play upon her tender body. She wanted to be ruined, but Dorian wasn't sure exactly how truthful that abruptly hissed out statement might of been as his fingers lazily strolled over the length of a softer cat of nine tails. His lips pursed as he considered the velvet soft feel of it and with a soft shrug of his shoulders, Dorian pulled the whip away from its moorings and gave it a good testing crack through the air. This would do.
 
Emilia's gasps and ragged breaths were quick to turn into wanton moans as her body arched out towards Dorian's delightful face, his tongue sending jolts of ecstasy through her body and simply driving the restrained woman wild. His fingers penetrating her tightest hole continued pushing her closer to that edge, her chest heaving as she whined and mewed in entrancing pleasure. She was wholly captivated by him, her body moving with every stroke of his tongue and shift of his fingers as he worked her up to that edge. With her eyes covered, Emilia felt her senses heighten. She envisaged Dorian's cock penetrating the tight barrier his fingers were stretching. The thought alone was enough to make her toes curl as she let out another carnal moan, her internal muscles twitching in anticipation and delight around his index and middle finger.

It didn't take long for Emilia to reach that escarpment, just barely dangling from the edge and ready to fall forward into wave after wave of titillating euphoria. Just as her thighs began to tremble and her breath hitched at the back of her throat, Dorian withdrew himself from between her thighs.

It took every ounce of strength that Emilia was capable of mustering for her to hold back from pleading with him to get back onto his knees and ravish her until she came upon his face. Her lower lip trembled as her arousal lingered thickly between the two of them. She had a complete contra-position, having gone from calling Blackjack only a few moments before to now having to gnaw down upon her tongue to keep from imploring Dorian to feast upon her. She wanted Dorian to be in complete control, she knew that he was going to do exactly what he wanted to do to her and she would ultimately reap the benefit of his ministrations. This was all part of the plan, to leave her gasping and heaving for attention.

Emilia's tongue curled against Dorian's three fingers, her throat expanding to allow his fingertips to graze its entrance. Damn this position. Emilia ruminated on the concept of his three fingers being his erection. The undulation of her throat around his fingertips made her moan, envisioning it as the tip of his phallus. Emilia wanted to taste him in the same manner he had worshiped her body. The thought made her salivate, her tongue lapping up the length of Dorian's fingers slowly, taunting him of what he could expect if he released her.

The moment Dorian stepped away, Emilia felt the rush of cool air filling the space where he had previously been standing. Emilia let out a soft, needy whimper as she groaned from his absence. Her body writhed against the wall, the scent of her lust filling the room as she squirmed, her body language beseeching Dorian to feel the incitement she was swimming within. Anticipation was driving Emilia quite literally up the wall as she tried to contain her exasperated breathing. This motion continued until the sound of the whip cracking against the air, the nine separate whips snapping in reverberation of each other. Emilia suddenly held her breath, her chest protruding slightly from the wall as her nipples remained at attention.

A fleeting moment of fear passed through Emilia as she froze but this sudden shift in body language alleviated with a nefarious smirk that barely peeked out from beneath the latex covering. Her breathing returned to the tense, tattered pace as her hips rolled out once more.
 
Those rolling hips were met with a restrained forward flick of the velvet ends of the cat o' nine tails as Dorian returned to his wall bound trophy. His hazel gaze bore down on those pouty lips of Emilia's that peered out from under the dark covering that smeared across the top half of her head while he continued to spank the sensitive fringes of her slit with gentle underhand lashes from the whip he now wielded. With patient precision Dorian began to increase the tempo of the subdued flogging across those glistening wet folds displayed between Emilia's parted legs. In order to achieve that steady pattern of windmill strikes upon the flesh of his eager to be ruined assistant, Dorian had to swivel step his way into a perpendicular stance before her wall bound body.

While he treated her bared cunt to a steady beating of rhythmic thrashes, Dorian reached his left hand out towards Emilia's waiting body. He started by plastering his palm across the sweat laced flesh of her toned belly. His fingers curled and rubbed over her torso while the multitude of whips cracked repeatedly between her legs. When it seemed he had lured her body into a state where it appeared she was starting to respond to his predictable adulations, Dorian shifted gears. His hand swept up and grabbed hold of one of her breasts and he sunk his fingers into that supple orb like the talon of an eagle snatching up a field mouse. He never gave her a chance to focus or settle on that new sensation as that brief wrenching of her breast was replaced abruptly by his hand snatching around her throat. His fingers squeezed, harder and more persistent than they had come close to doing so before. Yet again though that sensation lasted for but a flicker of a moment as he drew his hand away and then smacked the side of her hips with authority.

And so Dorian continued, constantly shifting his fierce attentions about Emilia's entrapped body while the steady beating between her legs kept an elegant and contrasting pace. On occasion, to further breakup the monotony and leave his captive audience of one literally on the tips of her toes, Dorian would sneak a sultry and heated kiss into the exchange. To further confound the auburn beauty, the long handle of the soft velvet whip would get turned into a weapon of pleasure itself when their lips were briefly tangled up. As they shared that short and fiery kiss, Dorian would let the gentle lashings come to a halt, only to turn the blunt end of the whips handle around in his grasp and ram it up into her wet slit.

After so much teasing and taunting upon Emilia's glowing pale body, the self proclaimed Lord of the Den stepped back. The cat o' nine tails hung downward at his side as the air in the room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathes. Outside the storm was still pelting the house with rain and its forgotten presence returned in that short intermission. A crack of thunder shook the house, and Dorian unleashed a hellacious barrage of strikes across Emilia's prone body. The multitude of velvet lengths struck at her body, leaving bright red welts that would never truly hurt her beyond the sting that they inflicted upon her hyper sensitive flesh. As the storm outside had a brief surge of force, Dorian carried that fury into the room, letting it manifest in his hand to be transferred blow, after blow, across Emilia's bared body.
 
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The vibration of the wall behind her shaking from the power of the incessant storm billowing outside of the sturdy estate was by and far one of the very last things Emilia was able to focus on right now. The tender flick of Dorian's wrist sent a cascade of velvet rope up against Emilia's slit and she let out a yelp as her body jerked forth from the attention brought to her sensitive, quivering and sopping wet lips. The graze of the cat was restrained but the threat of his lashings made her heart beat thrum faster than it already had been, skipping a few beats here and there as her breathing matched the same pace.

Emilia's sensitive body was growing even more aware of every touch upon it when Dorian's warm fingertips danced across her skin. The sounds of mews, moans, gasps and little yelps were like a symphony of enticed pleasure that never ceased to end. Each touch, whether from the kiss of Dorian's fingertips or the taunts of the multi-tailed flail, elicited another euphonious sound that displayed the heightening sensitivity upon Emilia's body. Just as her tone was rising, about to implore him to slow down the slightest bit, his lips cascaded down upon her own and caught her by surprise.

A moan left her throat, the carnal desire spiking even further as she tasted her own need upon Dorian's succulent lips. Almost as soon as she felt his lips upon hers, they were gone. Somehow, this action seemed to increase her sensitivity even further while also allowing her to handle his continuing ministrations. Each time the handle of the whip parted her slit and slid deep within her, Emilia would let out licentious groan and her hips would jut out as she tried to grind herself upon it.

Gods, did she wish the handle of the whip was Dorian's cock.

He was driving her quite literally up the wall as her toes curled and her body writhed. He'd left her wanton upon that precipice of ecstasy and was somehow edging her further along with an implement used for torture. The kisses of the velvet whips kept making her yelp, their sharp and precise attacks painful enough to jolt the sensation of pleasure up her spine.

Emilia was breathless by this point, her insatiable lust further disparaged as she whined and moaned wordlessly for Dorian's continued attention until he finally allowed the whip to fall limp at his side.

Their breathing was synonymous with one another and Emilia found herself struggling to keep her thoughts to herself. Fuck me. Gods, she wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs. If she wasn't chained to the wall, she'd have pounced him and feasted upon his flesh until she was satiated. Her fingers curled into her palms as tiny fists tensed up against the wall. Emilia bit down upon her lip, silently signaling to Dorian how badly she wanted him. This motion was met with something completely unexpected.

The Cat streaked across her belly, smacking into her tender skin with just enough precision to redden her sensitive flesh while leaving it permanently unharmed. The strikes felt like Dorian was slicing into her skin, the sensation just barely registering before dissipating and leaving a barrage of lurid streaks across her naked flesh. Emilia cried out, her body jerking in astonishment as the startling attack's pain twisted within her overly sensitive body. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure down into her clit, her thighs jerking in an attempt to squeeze together momentarily.

This reaction was something Emilia had never experienced. It caught her off guard and rendered her speechless aside from the squeals that would yelp from her throat each time Dorian triumphed over her body. Each lashing was more sensitive than the last, increasing in intensity with every crack of the flail. As the pain escalated, the pleasure followed. The cries that left Dorian's prey ascended in volume, the storm barely audible over her cries of passion as she allowed the beast of a man to test each and every one of her limits.
 
By the time the last lashing had been applied, Dorian had worked up a fair lather of sweat. It clung to his thick and wooly carpet of hair and covered his tense flesh as he stared in wide eyed awe towards the lithe woman whose reactions had been far beyond anything he had expected to find. Emilia, in her submission, had almost put her boss into a trance like state that left him utterly focused on the task of granting that wish of hers. Ruin me... The words echoed in his head as his burly chest heaved with laborious breaths as Dorian looked over the red welts that had sprung up all over his assistants shivering figure.

Ruin me...

Dorian blinked as the velvet whip slipped away from his grasp and fell upon the floor at his feet with barely a thud made upon the polished wooden floor. In a moment of introspection, Dorian silently contemplated his next move, leaving Emilia, and to some extent himself, valuable moments to recover. Another blink followed as his gaze worked down her spread apart legs until his eyes reached the power drill laying just off to the side of one of her rigidly wall braced ankles. An image ballooned in his mind, his brows rising at the prospect of what his perverse mind had just conjured up. Dorian stepped forward, his gaze locked upon that discarded drill as he knelt down onto a single knee and traced his fingers over its handle. It was time to see if that vision of his could be made into reality.

Ruin me...

As Dorian latched his hand around the drill his vivid eyes rose back up over Emilia's stretched out, taut body. His free palm slapped down across her right thigh, lingered there for a moment, then squeezed down across her flesh before stroking all the way down her leg until his hand settled on the cold metal pipes that were locked about her ankle. Screw, by screw, Dorian released Emilia's ankle from its moorings, while hefty breaths fell out of his nostrils. Once that leg had been freed, he shifted across the floor to the other and repeated the process, remaining quiet, leaving only the sound of the drill and the screws that fell down upon the floor to echo through the room.

With a subtle shift back to his left, Dorian came to a halt, crouching on the front pads of his bared feet right between Emilia's legs. His hands swept out to his sides, grabbing her firmly by the ankles and caressing those joints with a tender squeeze of his fingers. Slowly his hefty arms spread out those pale and lean legs before lifting them up until they rested across his broad shoulders. Once he had Emilia's legs perched to either side of his head, Dorian began to ascend, drawing Emilia's legs all the way up with him while his hands slid down to curl around her firm calves. He was looming now before her, letting his silence and the way he was moving her body about speak in volumes as to what was about to transpire.

Ruin me...

His body pressed forward, the fringes of his chest grazing over the soft and supple contours of her breasts as Dorian stared into her lips. One by one, his fingers tightened around those legs of hers, testing the very limits of Emilia's flexibility as he sought to press the tips of her toes against the wall behind her, forcing her hips to jut out, drawing her ass into view as he compacted her slender body between the wall and the mass of his own enormous body. For every movement that was made, for every strain that he was piling onto Emilia, Dorian remained keenly aware of her responses, ready to release her legs if the slightest of complaints fled from her lips.

But if she didn't whisper for him to stop. Dorian was quite prepared to, ruin her.
 
Completely blind to the world rendered Emilia's hyper-sensitive body into nothing more than a shivering, soaking wet mess. Her belly quivered and her chest seized up with every single constrained breath. Her toes were lifting her up mere centimetres as they curled beneath her, over and over again. It was as if she was dancing before him, her writhing body stuck to the wall with only a few inches of freedom to move. The anticipation that weighed heavily upon her baited breath as evident, her hips rolling forward as she mewed once the Cat found its place upon the floor.

Her trembling body reflected everything that had transpired up to this point. Her thighs glistened with the nectar of their combined orgasms and a slathering of Dorian's saliva. The lurid marks that had now painted and speckled her neck and torso stood out against her porcelain, moist skin. Her chin quivered visibly, the only part of her face visible from beneath the latex stretched out over her face. Her lower lip jutted out slightly, her incessant need for him clear with how her tongue darted out of her mouth and ran over the thickness of her lip.

She seemed practically insatiable yet Dorian had left her on edge since the moment her first orgasm transpired. Every touch he caressed her body with simply turned into more agonizing need that rose up her body and twisted in on her within some perverse notion. She had never experienced pain that had felt so good. He had her shrieking and jerking while silently begging for more. It was why she was reduced to squirming and whining when the lashes stopped.

Her hitched breath trembled as Dorian neared her and she let out an impassioned cry when his palm smacked against her taut thigh. Once more, her hips rocked forth and she whimpered as his hand dragged down along her muscular leg. Goosebumps trailed after his fingertips, a quivering of her thighs rendering her speechless as she tried to remain still. There was something so enticing about his touch - it made her feel things no other object was able to. The whip had been fun, it had made her cry out in pleasure and, truthfully, he could have probably made her cum with just the right flick of his wrist, but it didn't replace the warmth of his skin upon her skin.

Emilia remained as still as possible, save for the trembling, as Dorian painstakingly released her ankles from the confines. She groaned in appreciation as her legs were stretched upon Dorian's thick shoulders. Her feet flexed as he slowly rose, curving her lower body into the perfect position to use her... to ruin her.

Her body stretched, her lithe form easily maneuvered into the position Dorian sought. Her breathing continued to waver and as the hairs upon his chest brushed against her breasts, she wiggled slightly beneath his touch to send her erect nipples into a tangling of soaked chest hair. Emilia let out a carnal moan, her body more than ready to feel Dorian sink every last inch of himself inside of her.
 
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