Kiss: Part Three

A drop of your blood closes the bite on my neck, and you run your right hand down my left arm, to a spot that would mirror the bite on my left side. I lean my head towards the right, giving you access to the vein, in the hopes that you will continue the bloodletting. But you whisper in my ear, “Not yet, my love. There’s more to come, but you will just have to wait.”1

I sigh, and you laugh slightly at my reaction. My whole body quivers in anticipation; I wonder what you are going to do to me next.2

The hand that was resting on my left shoulder travels up my neck, cupping the back of my head, and pulls me towards you. Our lips meet and I can taste my blood in your mouth. Sweet, tangy, salty. I lean in to the kiss and try to take control, but you pull away and give me a look that says. “No, no, this is going to be done my way.”3

I bite my lip again, and the release it as I see the strange look in your eyes. Unsure of how to respond to that look, I lean closer to you and trace the outline of your perfectly shaped lips with my tongue. Your teeth catch my tongue, and bit down gently, with enough force to remind me that you are in charge tonight. I keep forgetting. Sigh. 4

Your lips meet my skin at the junction of my neck and shoulder on my left, and I feel your teeth brush my skin. My head leans involuntarily to the right and I let out a soft moan. I want you to bite me again. It feels wonderful and stokes the flame of desire that burns within me. 5

Your lips travel down my neck, over my chest, and to the sensitive nipple on my left side. My back arches, an involuntary invitation to suckle, and you take the opportunity with delight. 6

Warmth encloses my nipple and begins to suck; hands travel down my arms, and one moves to the other nipple, and one traces light circles down my stomach. You brush your thumb over my right nipple, and move the other hand even lower. 7

A deep pull from you causes a flood of feelings to rush through my body all at once. A jolt goes through the breast that you are suckling, a gasp escapes my mouth, and a rush of juices starts to drip from between my thighs. 8

Your lips move upward, to the flesh above my breast, and your tongue traces light circles that tickle like mad. I squirm under your gentle touch and you respond my sinking your teeth into my skin, just enough to draw blood. I arch my back again and you draw a mouthful of my sweet life force into your mouth, tasting me. Two mouthfuls later, and I am starting to feel the effects of blood loss. Not so much that I won’t be able to continue this game, but enough that I know that if I lose any more blood, I most likely would not make a very good partner for much longer. 9

You close the wound, and continue suckling. I forget that my hands are bound, and yank on the cuffs hard enough to bruise in my excitement. A deep chuckle emits from your throat and I want to wrap my hands around it and strangle you. I hate being tied up, but at the same time, it’s rather erotic. 10

Your left hand is brushing, ever so slightly, against the opening to my dripping center, and all I can do is squirm. One finger slowly makes its way inside me as your thumb gently rubs my clit. This slow, maddening torture is driving me to the edge, but you can always tell exactly when I am there and back off. 11

Upward pressure inside me causes me to lift my hips and arch my entire body again. You withdraw your hand and, staring me right in the eyes, proceed to lick it clean. 12

I let my body fall back to the bed and try to yank my hands free again. It does no good. You tell me to stop trying and get over the fact that I am bound helplessly to your will. I shiver at the tone in your voice, which is more annoyed than lustful, and try to tickle your inner arm with my big toe. You slap my foot away and, starting at my knees, run your hand up the length of my body, and to my wrists, and then back down. On the way up again, you stop at the junction of my thighs and lower your head to kiss my stomach. 13

A moment later, I feel your teeth puncture the skin covering my rib cage and shudder with pleasure. A gush of juices follows this shiver and I look at you with need in my eyes. 14