Three Means 1

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    (A/N: WARNING! This chapter is completely 18+; it is filled with sexual content so read at your own risk.)

Dulce found herself uncertain of her intentions. Indeed, she possessed limited experience in the realm of sex; however, she harbored a clandestine passion that had haunted her for many years: an affinity for daring and amorous literature. From a tender age, she had indulged in the pages of risqué novels, thereby cultivating a reservoir of fantasies within her mind.

    "Get up, I said," she commanded, retreating a few paces to afford Pierre some space. With the strength of his legs alone, he complied, his hands rendered immobile by tight bonds.

    "Please be soft on me." he implored, igniting a spark of confidence within Dulce. Observing boys, particularly handsome specimens like him, so vulnerable and submissive beneath her touch, evoked an inexplicable sensation within her.

    He now stood towering over her, a disparity she found discomfiting. Extending her hand over his head, she threaded her fingers through his hair, grabbing and pulling locks of it and utilizing them to guide his movements, drawing his face closer to hers.

    "I'll be as rough or as soft on you as I wish," she replied to his previous plea, maintaining eye contact. His gaze shimmered as her words resonated, and he nodded slowly, their lips brushing in close proximity.

    "Good, now get on yours knees for me."  she demanded once more.

Though confusion etched Pierre's expression, he remained sufficiently whipped to comply. Dulce observed as he knelt before her, withdrawing her hand from his hair to caress his cheek instead. Leaning down, she parted her lips, extending her tongue to trace a path from his jaw to his cheek, eliciting slight shudders from his body.

    "Mmm, I like how obedient you are. You'll get a treat each time you obey," she explained, earning a smile from him, his pearly whites visible and more beautiful than ever.

"If only we had a collar for my cute boy, but we don't, so we'll have to use hands instead," she teased, grabbing the nape of his neck and pressing him downwards. "How cold it feels, hm? Go ahead and crawl next to me until we reach the room."

She proceeded with measured steps as he crawled upon his knees, doubtless receiving bruises beneath his clothes. Upon reaching the room, she opened the door and proceeded towards the bed.

    "Stay right there." she commanded, her voice spread with seduction, similar to the lure of a siren encouraging her prey to the depths of the ocean.

Pierre, uncertain of the compulsion driving his compliance, found himself impossibly obedient, as if destined for this role.

Dulce took her time and removed her dress, ensuring each movement was deliberate, tantalizing Pierre, who remained transfixed at the door. As she removed her bra, he inched closer, captivated by her form.

    Upon dropping it on the floor, she approached him, delivering a resounding slap across his face. The trickle of blood from his lip, previously staunched, re-commenced.

    "This is what happens when you don't follow instructions." She warned, her tone stern and severe. Gazing upon his face, her eyes descended to the small stream of crimson trailing to his dress pants.

"Let's get you off these; we don't want them getting even more ruined now, do we?" she joked, though aware of his indifference towards the material wealth at stake.

"No" He shook his head, not meaning it, but eager to remove his pants.

Assuming a kneeling position, she deftly undid the buttons of his pants, gradually lowering them to his knees. His arousal was palpable, and she caressed it with her hand, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Pierre, who seemed unable to exhale.

"Mmm, so hard already hm?" she teased, her hand tracing delicate circles upon his crotch, evoking a giddy smile from him.

"Mhm, please take them off," he begged, his voice tinged with a fervent need. She did not prolong his agony. Rising gracefully, she circled him, placing a dainty yet firm foot upon his back, recalling Pierre's earlier actions with Arthur. With a gentle push, she sent him sprawling face-first onto the floor, a groan of mingled pleasure and pain escaping his lips.

Since he was laying down, she seized the opportunity to remove his pants, casting them aside with a flick of her wrist. With a commanding grip, she took hold of his shoulder, her arm encircling his waist to turn him onto his back. "Yes, that's right," she murmured, her voice thick with excitement, "now I get to see your pretty face, hm?" He nodded, his gaze fixed upon her panties.

"I see what you want. You're so needy, I can tell," she chided, her foot gently massaging his growing bulge.

"Will that busted lip impede you from tasting me?" She asked, already anticipating his denial. As expected, he shook his head.

"What was that?" she demanded impatiently.

"No, fuck. Please sit on my face," he begged, his hips thrusting forward against her foot in a desperate plea.

"You have such a potty mouth."

she remarked, hooking her fingers around the edge of her panties and sliding them down slowly, his eyes glued to the sight. Rather than discarding them, she balled them in her hand, slowly got down on him, and wrapped her thighs around his waist. She pressed the panties to his nose, using part of them to dab at the blood on his lip.

"Mmm, you pervert," she said with a smirk as he inhaled deeply. Discarding the garment, she leaned in for a gentle kiss, then positioned her core over his eager mouth. His tongue was already extended in anticipation, and she smiled as she lowered herself onto him. His tongue moved with expert precision, sending waves of ecstasy through her, causing her to clutch at his hair, pulling with each surge of pleasure.

"Fuck, you're too fucking good at this ," she moaned, moving her hips to meet his rhythm. She wondered briefly whom he had learned such skill from. As the intensity built, she lifted herself to give him a moment to breathe.

"Fuck," he exhaled heavily, as if having run a marathon. "I love the taste of you. I want it in my mouth all night."

Her stomach tightened at his words, making her more aroused. Instead of returning to his tongue, she rose, the evidence of her arousal glistening on her thighs. He gazed up at her, bewildered.

"Did you not enjoy it?" he asked nervously.

    "Quite the contrary, I fucking adore your tongue inside me. I want more of you," she affirmed. She released the bindings on his wrists, and as he stretched his arms, he once more loomed over her, a sight she now relished.

He took the chance and grabbed her whole body with ease, draping her over his shoulder as he had done earlier. This time, she laughed and kicked playfully. "Let me down," she giggled. He complied, tossing her onto the bed and immediately covering her with his body.

"I'm going to eat you all out. You're already dripping wet," he murmured, inching downward. She stopped him with a tug on his hair, pulling his face to hers.

"Kiss me first," she demanded. He licked his lips.

"Want to taste yourself now, do you?" he teased. She nodded, eyes locked on his. Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him closer until her breasts pressed against his chest. She opened her mouth invitingly.

"Fucking naughty you are," he said, spitting into her mouth before plunging his tongue inside. She sucked on it, swirling her tongue with his. After a few moments of shared passion, he withdrew, and she swallowed, ensuring he noticed. Enraptured by her, he wrapped his hand around her neck, biting gently on her lower lip.

"You're my girl," he whispered, grinding his arousal against her bare core. She stayed silent, closed her eyes and arched her back, little moans escaping her lips.

    She was grateful her moans were low, since their intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of keys in the door, causing her to freeze and fall silent.

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