Belly of the Beast

Afterglow

The rich scent of musk and gollum invaded my sinuses as Vincent moved around me, eliciting a tingle of anticipation that wound through me like the ropes that currently intersected my body. He worked quietly and methodically, his face a mask of calm determination, but I saw a glimmer of expectation in his eyes as they drank in my naked skin bound by his hands.

The bondage technique, Kikkou shibari, mimicked the diamond pattern of a Japanese tortoise. Vincent chose it because the ropes would conveniently avoid my healing wounds, and it gave him access to all the parts he wanted. As his hands slid over my throat, he brought his face close to mine until our mouths nearly touched, tempting me while he twisted the rope. I indulged in his warm breath, which brushed across my skin like a hot wind, and I sucked him in as much as the silk gag would allow.

The process continued like this, with Vincent standing tantalizingly close, his chest bare but his lower half still tucked inside a pair of tight-fitting jeans. It was enough to give a girl an orgasm from sensory overload. When he finished his work, he rotated me gently onto my belly. My hands were tied in a simple pattern in front, and my head rested on a pillow, putting me in a vulnerable and incredibly erotic position.

I heard Vincent move away, then the hook and pully hummed to life. He lowered the rigging until it hung just over my head, and the slow burn of anticipation began to build. A moment later, I felt his presence behind me, then his hand came to rest on the small of my back. The touch was simple yet so powerful, and he held his position there, allowing the depth of my circumstances to sink in. He had complete control.

Kneeling behind me, Vincent let his fingers drift over my skin, tracing the pattern of ropes and checking that none were too tight. Gradually, his hands retreated to my exposed backside, and he slid a finger through the crack of my ass, blazing a trail to my sex and leaving fire in its wake.

He circled my sensitive flesh, letting the anticipation build, then he slipped his finger inside. A moan left my throat, something the gag couldn't silence, but Vincent didn't allow my pleasure to linger. I had broken the rules, and he would find another way to taunt me.

Standing up, he took ahold of the rigging, and I felt his fingers at my back again as he lifted the rope to slide the hook through a special loop he'd attached at the neck and base. Returning to the switch on the wall, he raised the rigging until I was suspended several feet off the floor with my ass in the air.

When he returned, he stood in front of me, so my face was even with the tight bulge in his jeans. He loosened the tie that held my hair up, letting it fall around my head. Then he threaded his fingers through the strands as his hips thrust forward, pressing himself against my face and nearly overpowering me with his heady aroma. I bit down on the gag to stifle a growl.

Stepping away, Vincent walked back to stand behind me. From my position, I was able to drop my head and watch. His mouth was positioned precisely where he wanted it, and he stood there a moment, appreciating the view. This provoked a wellspring between my legs. He must have noticed my reaction, because he moved in hastily and tasted me.

Using his monumental powers of restraint, not a single moan escaped him as he drank from my fountain, and with every lash of his tongue, I had to call on my own reserves not to cry out. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted to be the best he'd ever had. I also didn't want him to stop, so I held my tongue as he punished me with his, flicking and nibbling my sensitive bud, then sucking me until my eyes rolled back.

I knew the true test was coming, in the most literal sense, and Vincent knew it too as my body quivered. Sensing my readiness, he backed away, leaving me bereft and panting as he walked to the wall again. I was so close, a breeze could have triggered me, and I was grateful to have something else to focus on as my head was lowered to the pillow, leaving just my ass suspended in the air.

Still tucked inside his jeans, Vincent knelt behind me, and it was only then that I heard the whoosh of his zipper. My body quaked expectantly, and I felt the warmth of his manhood as it grazed my skin. He was savoring the moment, and I sensed the light brush of his fingers as he stroked himself at my sex, priming his erection for maximum effect when he finally decided to take me. What he didn't realize was how dangerously close I was to losing it. If he kept up this torturous foreplay, he would be left eating my dust.

Strong hands gripped my hips, and before I could suck in a breath, he plunged into me. I squeezed my eyes tight, blocking out all distractions while Vincent played master of the universe. And I didn't mind being the subject of his domination. I wouldn't have it any other way. I was living in his world now, and he treated me like I was the center of it.

I managed to keep my climax at bay while Vincent indulged in his fierce possession, but when his hand came around to fondle me, that was all she wrote. Releasing an internal scream that could have rocked the penthouse foundation, I bit down on the gag as I tightened like a vise around him. In a synchronous chorus of unspoken moans, he let go inside me, and the force of our convulsions had our juices spreading over my sex like the warm waters of the Nile.

Ignoring the odd Nile reference, I allowed the sensations to envelop me. Every spasm, every shiver. They reaffirmed my devotion to the gollum who possessed me in every way. And as Vincent released one last shudder, I felt his emotions pour over me as he stroked my skin with tender adoration. This was what we were made for. Here. Together. Til death do us part.

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I know. Parting is such sweet sorrow. But all good things must come to an end, and Vincent and Reese need their privacy back. They've got a family to cater to. I have enjoyed sharing this journey with all of you; the ups, the downs, the crazy bitches, and the undead assholes. 

Thank you all for this amazing ride. See you next time.

Kind regards,

M. Rider