Beatrice
I gasped when everything darkened except the stage. The sexual tension suddenly gripped my body, lust filled my veins, and arousal pooled between my legs.
“Do you remember your safe word, little angel?” I heard Zeke’s voice behind me before I felt his body press on my back.
I bit my lip and nodded before whispering, “Inferno.”
He nuzzled, placing kisses until he reached my earlobe. I let out a small moan when he bit it.
“You can make this stop any second.”
“Zeke, I already know that,” I said, rolling my eyes.
He moved his hands on my sides. His touch sent tiny little electric shocks as I knew everyone was watching what he was doing to me.
“Someone’s so eager for pain.”
Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his shoulder and placed my hand on his neck for support.
“Yes. Make me bleed,” I whispered.
Blood used to be a scary thing until he became the one who delivered it. From his hands, pain and blood were the sexiest things.
I used to hurt myself to deal with what was happening in my life. Seeing that ruby colored liquid that gave us life was hypnotizing and numbing. But when Zeke made me bleed it was lust, excitement, trust, and liveliness that I felt. Every fiber in my body was alive when he did that, there was no place for numbness.
Somewhere in the background low music reached my ears. It was almost a holy music that passed through your skin and touched you on another level. I was surrounded by the tune even I could feel it in my bones. The intensity and holiness of the track made everything even more hypnotizing and seducing.
Zeke was silent. I was mute. The whole salon was thick with anticipation it almost felt like no one was breathing.
Closing my eyes, I only focused on Zeke’s feathery touches on my body over the fabric of my dress. His hands ran over my breasts, grazed the mound between my legs, and slid over the curve of my ass.
I shuddered when his fingers moved up to my spine until they reached the zipper of my dress. The material that hugged my skin opened eagerly to reveal my body to the only man it ever wanted and dreamed of touches from. And the touch came almost immediately. He moved his knuckles on my naked back as he peppered my neck with kisses. His lips moved down over my spine with the same sweet and tickling kisses. The way his mouth cherished me with care and softness caused my skin to erupt into goosebumps. My breath quickened. My stomach clenched with the hunger he awoke in me.
He knew I loved pain. I knew he loved to give it. But he always took his time to worship my body like it was his religion. And that… that only intensified my need, trust, and love for him.
My skin was tingling when he finally moved from my back to face me. All I saw in his gaze was love and passion, no words could possibly describe.
“I love you,” he whispered before pulling the fabric off my body, so it could pool around my feet.
Leaning close, he cradled my face and kissed me sweetly. His hands moved from my face to my shoulder and down my arms. He linked our hands and moved them over my head. I gasped when something smooth but strong wrapped around my wrists. Our lips separated then, and he tightened the leather around my wrists, looking at me with the mixture of lust and mischief.
Diving his head down, he teased my naked breasts. My nipples were achingly hard and needy for his attention, but he purposefully ignored them. I wanted to grab his head and guide his mouth to my nipples, but my tied hands weren’t any help. I groaned with frustration, and it only caused him to grab my ass and dig his fingers in enough to make his point.
Yeah. He was in control. I got it.
Every muscle in my body tensed with anticipation when his lips moved down from my breasts to my stomach and close to where I needed him the most. I sprea my legs when he crouched down in front of me to give him better access. But just like my nipples he ignored my pussy.
Standing on his feet, he walked away from me. I tried to see what he was doing, but that part of the stage was dark. When he appeared again, he was pulling something behind him, something that looked like a small dresser, but before I could study it, he distracted me with his body behind my back. Pushing my hips to his crotch, I sought more friction. I heard his chuckle behind me before he placed fabric over my eyes.
“Don’t you think it’d be better if you don’t see these people?” he whispered. “They’ll see you. They’ll see what I’m gonna do to you, but for you, it’s only me you should think of.”
I bit my lip, nodding. “Yes, Zeke.”
He didn’t want me to call him anything but his name. He said he only wants to be himself with me.
I felt his warmth behind me, his breath on my neck, and his touch on my stomach. But it wasn’t his hands I felt, it was something harder, scratchier. Like sandpaper. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t a soft touch. It grazed my skin and awakened my senses even more, like a peeling. It left my body fresh, but also made it vulnerable or maybe sensitive would’ve been a better word. Whatever it was, I liked the strange sensation it caused.
“Your skin blooms,” he whispered to me and a moment later, I felt his touch on my shoulder blades. This time it was his hands that caressed me.
When he dropped his hands, I felt a soft wind of something that moved on my naked back.
“Take a deep breath,” he ordered, and the moment I did what I was told, I felt a sudden pain in my shoulder blade.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but it definitely felt like a needle.
“How does it feel?” he asked. His voice was strong and in control, but also concerned.
“Uncomfortable, but not bad,” I murmured.
“Another breath, baby,” he said, and I felt the same sharp sting again, but this time without the shock of the impact I felt the dark arousal of pain. It sizzled all over my body and pooled down between my legs. With every new needle, my stomach tightened, my breathing became heavier, and the throbbing in my clit got more demanding. I pressed my thighs together to create some friction as Zeke placed another needle.
The process continued until he pushed four needles on each shoulder blade. The sting of the bites turned into soft throbbing that made every nerve in my body go on alert. There must be something at the end of the needles because I was feeling something heavier than a few needles on my back. Something that felt like moving.
“What’s this?” I whispered.
He answered my question by pulling off the blindfold from my eyes. I expected my eyes to be hurt by some light, but the room was still dark except the stage. And the light on stage turned red. I studied my surroundings, realizing the movement of crimson lights seemed like fire. That was when I understood what was on my back. Zeke put angel wings on me. An angel in hell, that was how he always saw me.
Tears welled in my eyes with the emotions he made me feel. His love was purer and more intense than anything I could ever think of, and I would’ve fallen in love with him even if I had a thousand lives. With the feelings I had, my need for him intensified even more.
“Zeke, please,” I begged.
He placed a chaste kiss over the junction of my neck and shoulder. “I know baby, I know. But patience,” he told me, and I sensed him walk away.
When he was back, I drank in the way he looked. He unbuttoned his black shirt all the way, and I wanted to lick his abs with the way they taunted me. His erection was visible in his dark jeans, and he looked good enough to kill.
I was distracted by checking him out, I didn’t realize there was a device in his hand until he showed it to me. I knew what it was, I saw it was used in a scene here during one of my visits. The Wartenberg Wheel. The woman I saw in the scene seemed like she was enjoying it, but Zeke and I had never tried it.
I was excited, hoping it would hurt.
“Let’s see what this little toy will do,” Zeke smirked.
I gasped when he ran the wheel from the flare of my hips to the side of my breast. It wasn’t as sharp as needles. It hurt, but it was more like a nail graze. Since I discovered I enjoyed sharper pain, this was just a fun snack for me that left me panting for more.
“More,” I moaned, and he chuckled.
He moved the wheel around my navel and traced the curve of my breasts before coming closer to my right nipple. Circling my areola over and over again, the sensation built harder and deeper. The pain became more intense.
I was panting, the sweat covered my skin as every muscle in my body clenched with anticipation. I sucked in a breath when he rolled the toy over my taut and sensitive nipple.
He then moved it away from my body, causing me to let out a protesting noise. He chuckled and brought the toy close to my pussy. I held my breath with anticipation as I waited for his next move. I moaned loudly when he pressed the wheel at the mound of my pussy. He moved it like he was trying to frame my skin. I couldn’t help but shudder each time he brought it close to my clit.
He leaned close to my ear to whisper, “I can smell your arousal. Your pretty cunt loves the pain I deliver, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathed out. “More. Please. More.”
But instead of giving me more, he dropped the toy and grabbed my ass. I let my head fall to his chest when he pressed his body against mine. In his arms, my skin sang a song like I was his instrument to play. His roaming hands were burning and freezing my body at the same time, giving a pleasure no toy could compete against.
“I need you,” I whispered, trying to press myself even closer to him.
“You’ll have me soon,” he whispered back and trailed his hand from my side to between our bodies. His fingers easily found the place that was burning for him. Spreading my folds, he moved from my entrance to my clit using just the right amount of pressure that would make me squirm. As he circled my clit, I bit my lip with the shuddering pleasure.
Just when I was ready to explode in his hands, he moved away from me, leaving me frustrated.
“Zeke!” I half-groaned half-begged, but my voice didn’t affect him as he casually walked back toward me with a pair of gloves in his hand this time.
“Did you like my new toy?” he asked, teasing me.
I didn’t understand how these could be considered as toys.
I mean… Leather gloves? Really?
My confusion and frustration grew as he only winked at me.
“What do you want?” he whispered, walking around me in circles as putting on the ‘toys.’.
“I want to come,” I snapped.
He chuckled. “You will.”
“I want to come now.”
He tutted. “Demanding little minx.”
“Zeke, please. If you don’t fuck me, at least... hurt me,” I said with desperation in my voice.
“Oh, baby girl. It’ll hurt. I promise.” He peppered kisses on my neck and finished it with a bite on my shoulder.
He grabbed my ass.
And… it hurt.
Fuck.
It really hurt.
I moaned with the unexpected pain. It was sharp, hot, and numbing. It was like so many needles were pushed through my skin over and over again. There must be some little razors in the leather because as Zeke caressed my skin the graze of something hard was followed by the smooth texture of leather.
I pressed my ass harder toward his hands, hissing and moaning with the intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure. When he dove his head to capture my nipple between his teeth, I was already dizzy. High as a kite. I hardly realized he took one glove off while all I could think of was the sensation around my body. Need was moving through my veins like fire, and I was so close to exploding.
His fingers drummed my clit and moved down to enter my soaking pussy, and I was delirious when he pumped two digits inside me.
“Zeke… God…” I panted.
He added one more finger in me, pushing and circling his fingers while pressing his thumb on my clit and I exploded. I didn’t know if the ringing in my ears was the effect of the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt or the effect of my deafening scream. But when Zeke untied my wrists and lifted me up in his arms as he carried me out, I was still shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
My arousal and his amazing scent permeated my senses. His arms were tightly wrapped around me while my head was securely rested on his shoulder. Every cell in my body was sated and satisfied with pleasure. And I knew at that moment how heaven must’ve felt like.
And I would never trade this moment for anything.