Sweet Pain

"Come here,' he said, his tone soft but the demand was clearly there, so Madelaine did so. The heels of her boots click-clacked on the wooden floor of the apartment right up until she stopped just in front of him. "You know what I never got the appeal of in this whole...thing? Handcuffs. I mean sure, I get them. Their use is rather apparent. But...the roughness of it. I know, of course, some people love it. The way the metal of the cuff can leave a mark. Or rope burn if that's your thing in restraint. However, me? I'm not the biggest fan. To me the important thing is the restraint itself. Making sure you move just how much I want you to move."

He opened the box to show a pair bracers, connected by a piece of metal. They were lined on the inside with a cushioning over the metal. The outside however was all real steal, shiny and elegant in a way.

"I fashioned these myself. They do the trick. Would you like to see?"

"Yes sir," nodded Madelaine. He kissed her softly and took the bracers out, setting the box down on the floor then walking behind her. The sound of Madelaine breathing deeply as his hand touched her porcelain skin was music to his ears. Gently he grabbed her arms, gentle but in that grip was an order to give in. An order easily followed. He traced down to her wrist on each arm before putting them in each band of his bracer-cuffs, fastening them on her.

"See this...this is what I like," he said, kissing he bare skin of shoulder. "Besides, who would want to blemish a single inch of this perfect body?" The next kiss went to her neck and Madelaine's head rolled back on his shoulder, completely succumbing to his touch. She was clay in his hands as they moved all over her body, ready to be shaped into what ever he wanted.

Wayne moved back to the front and went to the box, removing a key on a small bit of string.

"You know what this is for," he said. "Before we go any further, safe word?"

"Albuquerque." Madelaine replied.

"Albuquerque?"

"Yeah...I mean I'm not going to say Albuquerque when I cum."

"Good point." Wayne tied the key around his neck and approached Madelaine. "Now, do you want to know what I want?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, for starters," Wayne said, bringing his hand to her face, Madelaine instinctively sucking on his thumb as he caressed her face. "I want that mouth of yours."

Madelaine nodded as Wayne took his thumb from her mouth. She carefully fell to her knees, look up at him. "Please sir...please let me service your cock."

He smirked at her. "Well since you're being so well-behaved..." He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off, looping it up and caressing the strip of leather over the bare flesh of Madelaine's shoulders and then down and over her breasts. before letting it fall to the ground.

Wayne's zipper was next, pulling it down and opening his fly. Madelaine's eyes grew wide in anticipation of finally seeing what she'd been hungry for going on a week. And there it was in all it's hard, thick glory when he pulled his pants to his knees. Her mouth was actually watering at the sight of it. She actually pulled against her restraints, aching to feel it in her hand.

"Well, do I need to tell you what to do or can you figure it out?"

The captivated redhead looked up at him, swallowing a bit as she tentatively move her mouth towards his crotch. She didn't however got for his cock first, but to the area around it, softly kissing his left thigh, circling the spot with her tongue before moving a bit closer to the throbbing stalk, her hot breath teasing the borders of pleasure and giving Wayne a taste of the anticipation cocktail.

Madelaine was right at the base of his rod. She let her tongue out and began to lick the base the slowly drug it up his length, planting a kiss in the middle before reaching the tip. Her eyes looked to Wayne for approval, which he gave with a wordless nod. Her tongue, the pinkness of it wonderfully contrasting with the deep red of her now smudged lipstick, extended from her mouth, making first contact with the mushroom tip of his cock. A soft but controlled grunt escaped Wayne as Madelaine swirled her tongue slowly around his cockhead.

After a few revolutions Madelaine traced her tongue down the other side of his cock to the based and back up again. Her mouth then hovered over the head, her eyes gazing up at Wayne.

"May I?"

"Proceed."

She barely contained the smile before wrapping her lips around the head. The initial sucking was soft and slowly, giving that throbbing bundle of nerves all her attention. Her tongue ran in slow, sweet circles at the underside before pausing to do another rotation all the way around before resuming the fantastic friction.

Just when it was about to be too much Madelaine changed tactics, giving his glans a brief reprieve as she ventured a bit further down his cock and began the cocksucking in earnest.

"Mmmm so good....doing so good," Wayne said, holding his hands behind him and letting Madelaine do all the work. That's what she was there for and clearly was getting lost in her work. It didn't take long for the skilled redhead to build up a strong rhythm.

Not using her hands was a delightful challenge for Madelaine, one she took on with glee. It was still all about paying the right amount of attention to the right spots. Giving the crown the right amount of polish and not too much, finding just the right spots on the shaft that made him shake like jelly.

Of course with it being hands free, it was a lot messier with saliva and spittle drooling from her hungry mouth. Not that it was a bad thing. It just made Madelaine hotter and made her suck him harder and hungrier, craving the cum he'd been promising her for a week.

Madelaine decided to press the issue, forcing herself further down on his massive muscle and taking him into her throat right to the root. This made Wayne wince. He was expecting it by long shot, especially not so soon. And Madelaine held herself there, his cock throbbing in the exquisite captivity she was now providing. Finally she had to pull back to gulp in some much needed air.

"Very good," Wayne said, caressing her cheek as she breathed in deep. "Impressive even."

"Thank you sir," Madelaine said, her breath regained. That breath escaped her lips in escalation, soft choking moans as he began to run his saliva-coated cock along her face. He smiled as Madelaine got lost in the delicious depravity of it. The redhead genuinely loved the sensation of his dick gliding across her face, spit mixing with precum and sweat before he withdrew.

"Now you're going to do that again," he said, brushing stray locks of ginger hair from her face. "And this time I'm even going to help you. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yes sir...please sir. Let me taste your cock again." Madelaine's eyes pleaded just as much as her voice had. Wayne couldn't say no.

"Open your mouth," he ordered. Madelaine complied, opening up as Wayne guided his dick into the hot, wet confines of her mouth. Once her lips sealed around the rim her brought his hand to head head. He stroked her hair back and held it in place as he began to thrust into her mouth.

The redhead moaned, once more pulling against her bonds, needing to touch herself. her pussy was sopping by this point and aching for attention. And still she gave herself to him completely, letting Wayne fuck her mouth and drowning in the desire.

GLAG GLAG GLAG, the sounds of the throat fucking Madelaine was receiving echoed through the loft, silent only for a brief moment when Wayne held her head tight, pushing himself once more in to the hilt and holding himself there. Madelaine added a little garnish to it, extending her tongue out and tickling his balls.

"Yeah...oh fuck yes....oh god...", grunted Wayne, thrusting into Madelaine's mouth, the redhead almost willing the cum from his balls with her mouth. She was his fucktoy until he had to stop, knowing it's be too much for him to keep going...then Madelaine pushed the issue. He stopped thrusting but she refused to stop sucking him and at the end of the day it just felt too good to even think about stopping the miracle mouth of Madelaine.

"Oh shit!" Wayne said, finally yanking his cock from Madelaine's mouth and the redhead dutifully tilting her head back, mouth open and waiting for her reward. Two pumps free from her mouth and that reward came exploding from his cock, splatting on the redhead's face, her tongue, and her cleavage, the hot white streams of cum streaking in her hair and on the black vinyl of her top.

Madelaine was breathless, breathing deep but far from exhausted. The hot warmth of the cum on her only seemed to fuel her even more. She swallowed what had landed on her tongue and licked around her mouth to gather what she could, though there was a lot she couldn't reach. One of her eyes was sealed shut, a rope hitting it diagonally during the cumshot chaos.

That wasn't a problem for two long as Wayne lended a helping hand, first clearing her eye then getting the rest up with his fingers to her mouth, Madelaine happily and hungrily sucking his fingers clean.

Wayne then squatted down, eye level to Madelaine. "Do I taste good?" he asked.

"Delicious sir." She answered.

"Would you like to do a taste test?" Wayne took his hand and slid it down her stomach and under her tight vinyl shorts, dipping his fingers into her dripping wet snatch and pulling them out. He then brought them to her mouth and Madelaine lurched forward, sucking herself off of them. Before he pulled them out. He then returned his fingers to her cunt once more, wetting them then scooped up the cum left on her cleavage and offered her a mixture which she also eagerly sucked him clean again.

"How does it all taste?"

"Like heaven," Madelaine said.

"Heaven? Oh Madelaine...you haven't seen heaven yet. Stand up."

The redhead got to her feet and Wayne took the key from around his neck and moved behind her, taking the bracers off. She moved her hands to her front rubbing her wrists. There were no deep indentations. No cuts, not a bruise or burn. But the sweet pain was their. The ache to be released and the aftermath. She hoped it wouldn't be the last she'd see of those lovely confines.

Wayne paced back to her front, stopping in front of her. He had slid his pants completely off now and removed his tie, shirt and jacket in a civilized fashion. Folding his clothes and setting them to the side. He then looked at her quizzically. "You know, this isn't right don't you?"

"What's not right sir?"

"You still have those clothes on." he answered. "Does that seem fair to you?" She shook her head. "Then do something about it. And you know what? I'll even help you."

"Thank you sir," Madelaine said. Wayne stepped forward and slowly pull the zipper down from her vinyl stop, opening it and leaving it hanging on her fit form. "You finish it. I'll handled the rest."

Madelaine smiled and nodded excitedly, letting the top slide from her shoulders and down to the ground, her tits out and proud on display.

"Gorgeous," Wayne said, pausing from his mission to unclothe the pale beauty to get up close and personal with her tits and their pink-candy colored puffy nipples. His touch as he cupped them felt absolutely electric to Madelaine, and it went from a shock to a full on lightning storm when he sucked on those nipples, tongue swirling around them and he hopped from tit to tit and back again.

"Oh god...." Madelaine cried when Wayne too her nipple between her teeth. He gave just the right pressure, pulling and tugging the tender flesh. "More...please...please sir more..."

Being the kind host he was, Wayne gave in, happily giving both beautiful breasts equally hungry treatment. He would have happily spent all day there if there wasn't other delicious destination that he wanted to get a taste of. Her breasts, covered in the hot saliva of Wayne were left alone as he began to travel down her body, a trail of bits and kisses going down below her navel where the vinyl pants began. Wayne ran his hand over her vinyl-covered ass, squeezing that lovely apple bottom before moving to the front. Once more there was a zipper between him and paradise, however there were two more barrier added. As sexy as the were on her long legs, the thigh-high boots were a bit in the way of peeling off the ultra-tight vinyl.

He kiss her inner thigh then caressed the spot with his hand before grabbing the zipper on one of her boots and pulling down then repeated the process on the other leg. Both boots were gone and Madelaine lost a couple inches in height but not in desire. The path was clear for her to be just as bare as Wayne was.

It was a sight to behold for sure. While Wayne had already probed her depths with his fingers, seeing her wet cunt was a unique delight on it's own. Wet and glistening lips, pink against the rest of her pale flesh and standing out just as much as the patch of bright red pubic hair, neatly trimmed and groomed into a triangle just above her slit.

It was too mouthwatering for Wayne not to take a taste.

"Ooooohhhh god yessss," whined Madelaine. She couldn't help herself as she moved her hands to the back of Wayne's head as he dined on her pussy. She wasn't holding it in place, not even swimming pleasure would she do such a thing. But she just had to touch him, feel him as his tongue sent shivers up her spin, priming her for something much bigger.

Wayne pulled back and turned Madelaine around to put that perfect pale peach front and center to his face. he ran his hands over the single most perfect ass he'd ever seen, admiring the clear work Madelaine put into making it as round and juicy as it was. If a butt could be considered a work of art then Madelaine was a sculptor on par with Michelangelo. All that and Madelaine's ass was a lot more pleasing to the touch than anything found in a museum.

Madelaine purred like a cat, wanting to melt into the ground when Wayne began to eat her ass. Goosebumps upon goosebumps rose all over her sweat-glistened body as he tongued her starfish, his hands groping big handfuls of her luscious cheeks before he pulled away and rose to his feet, turning Madelaine around to face him.

"You are a work of art, you know that?" Wane said, running his hand through her scarlet locks.

"Thank you sir," she said,, moving her cheek to his hand to feel his tender caress.

"But...I didn't say you cold touch me, did I. And yet you grabbed my head..."

"I'm sorry sir."

"It's all right...but you do know there's a toll to pay now, don't you?"

She nodded, making a show of it by adding an innocent and nervous gulp to her motions.

"Shhhhh," her said, lifting her chin up to look at him. "Something tells me you won't mind in the least." He picked the bracers up and presented them to her. "Want to see something fun about this little toy?" He ran his hands of the middle of the device, where the key went. "There's a nice little feature."

"Will you show me sir?"

He nodded. He pointed out a small bump on the underside of it and pressed it. A near inaudible click was heard and the lock changed position from vertical to horizontal, putting some space between the bracers.

"It's not just cosmetic," Wayne said. "Still locks nice and tight. Would you like to see?"

"Very much, sir." Madelaine replied with stars in her eyes. He looped his index finger around the chrome hoop in her choker and led her to the final destination of the night, his bed. It was large to the point calling it "king-sized" would be an understatement. The sheets were black and satin to the touch when Wayne sat her down. She looked up at hi, her doe eyes asking for the next instruction.

"Lay back," he said, calm yet direct. It was not a request and Madelaine didn't take it as such. She laid her head on her bed, still looking to him for what was to happen next. "Hands at the headboard." She did this as well and watched as he climbed on top of her, re-attaching the bracers to her, the new configuration of them making it very easy to bind her to the headboard. "Comfy?"

"Mmm hmm," she nodded, smiling softly and anticipating what he was going to do. Madelaine's eyes went from his face to read him to his cock, almost back at full mast resting in the valley of her breasts. Madelaine moaned softly, lightly struggling against the bracers already as Wayne grabbed her tits and pressed them around his cock.

"Such a perfect body....I just don't know where to start," he said, softly thrusting between her tits. "I mean technically I started with that triple A mouth...but we both know this is what we've been craving for a week...and these wonderful tits are as perfect a place to start as any.

Wayne reached over to a nearby bed stand and grabbed a tube of lubrication, squirting a dollop on his cock, making it nice and slick before placing it back between Madelaine's titties. As Wayne began to thrust his dick between her porcelain globes Madelaine moaned in response and it wasn't for show. While being titty-fucked was never going to make her cum the scarlet submissive cum it nevertheless added a little sizzle to the steak. It was pure desire, using any part of her body to make him feel good. Every inch of her was viable and it just made her feel all the more wanted.

Of course Wayne's own growls and grunts of satisfaction did that, as well as the look of pure pleasure on his face while his pulsing penis took her tits. The restraints proved just as effective now as they had when she was on her knees when Wayne began to tug, pinch and squeeze Madelaine's nipples. Her body contorted and that pain-spiked pleasure returned as she armed were put to a sudden stop, her arms tugging hopelessly to get free as her body was flashing with neon flashes of pleasure.

Wayne backed off just as Madelaine's enjoyment reached a crescendo. Still not close to coming but the sudden crash down elicited a sexy and desperate whine from the porcelain princess.

"Oh, you want more?" Wayne said, kneeling between her legs. "I'm going to make that happen sweet thing." He ran his hands along her tone legs, giving them some TLC and admiration. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes sir." She replied, almost begging. Still...it was just almost.

"Then ask. Beg."

"Pleaseeeeee," she whined, gyrating her hips as he knelt between her legs.

"Please what?"

"Please....please fuck me. Please sir...please I need it....I need you...your cock....fill me...please sir...."

That made him smile and that only got wider as her hand his hand over her stomach, feeling her excited breath rise and fall before lifting her up slightly, her legs instinctively wrapping around him. She was almost like a teeter totter with her arms and shoulders still on the bed and her plump booty being held up by Wayne with one hand. His other hand was busy guiding his cock inside of paradise.

"Fuuuuuck yesss...", Madelaine hissed. She couldn't contain. the craving was too strong. His cock filled her, both a perfect fit and tight. The right kind of tight. The kind of tight she wished was more common.

Wayne would have agreed with that assessment if he could read Madelaine's mind. Instead he settled for reading her body, her face. Both of those were screaming out for more and he obliged, thrusting deep, his cock head hitting against her cervix before withdrawal.

Madelaine writhed on the bed, tugging and pulling against her restraints. Moans, panting, growls and grunts replaced commands and pleading. Wayne was pounding Madelaine's hot, tight cunt at a furious speed, her breasts bouncing to the beat of colliding flesh that sounded like the drumbeat of a death metal song.

"Ahhhhhhh yessss!" she said, words finally forming the mush of pleasure and lust course through her veins like a new drug. She was being ravaged and needed more. Her body was demanding more and a release all at the same time. That release however wouldn't come until Wayne wished it.