PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

18. What's for desert?

AVNEET'S POV

Siddharth stands in the playroom, waiting for me like a good boy. He studies my hands in which I'm carrying bags of snacks and pastries.

"Lie down," I order.

Without wasting a beat, he gets on the table and lays back. He watches as I produce a pair of fluffy cuffs and a blindfold from the drawer.

I secure his hands to the table and tie the black cloth around his eyes.

I move back to the bags of supplies. Pulling out everything that I need, I place them neatly in a line on the side of the table.

"What are we doing today, mistress?" He asks curiously.

"You're about to find out."

I climb on the table and straddle his thighs. I lick my lips, the sight before me too enticing. I trail a finger on his torso. Goosebumps erupt in my wake. 

His breath starts coming in small spurts. And we haven't even started yet. A smile grazes my lips.

Picking a can of whipped cream, I shake it and pop the cap open.

I spray a small amount on Siddharth's nipple.

"It's cold," he complains.

I wrap my warm tongue around his nipple and wipe the whipped cream clean. A moan escapes his mouth at the sensation. I draw more foam on his other nipple and suck on it.

His cock starts to stand up.

I pour some spicy red sauce on his stomach. Then I snag open a bag of nachos. With the pointed tip of the triangle, I trace a path along the sensitive flesh on his navel and stomach.

He squirms in his place. I dip the chip in the sauce. Bringing my mouth over to eat, I take it between my teeth. I munch on, its crunchy crackle echoing in the room.

Cutting small pieces from all the pastries we bought, I smear them on his chest.

I start with the truffle pastry on his heart, and the coconut pastry on his chest. Butterscotch on his left side and black forest on the centre.

Then I suck and nibble and eat his flesh.

His moans grow louder and more consistent around me. He starts struggling beneath me, making it difficult for me to straddle him.

An idea pops into my mind.

"No movement or I stop."

He groans.

"Please don't do this mistress," he pleads.

Something wet touches my stomach. I look down to find pre cum leaking from his shaft. I smirk but I don't touch him yet.

"You will be rewarded later," I bribe him.

Begrudgingly, he agrees.

I take a scoop of strawberry ice cream and let a few droplets fall on his lips. I hover my lips over his, as he painfully waits for me to close the distance.

He pouts and taking pity on him, I taste the ice cream on his lips as I kiss him. I swipe my tongue on his bottom lip and then the upper lip.

I press my lips to his and shove my tongue inside. He is careful to not kiss me back, though I feel the tension radiating from his body.

I feel his muscles rippling due to suppression and his knuckles going white from straining. He moans in my mouth, demanding more.

I drop melted mango ice cream on his jaw. I watch as it dribbles down from his jaw to his neck.