Chapter 75: So Sensitive
Chapter 75: So Sensitive
Camilla
"Raise your two hands above your head and grab onto the bed rails. If you grip leave them even a second before I gave permission, I will add to the punishment awaiting you later."
A moan escaped from my mouth when I felt his tongue trail a long lick along the left side of my neck, sucking on my pulse point and causing my legs to press tightly together. Doing as I was commanded, both my hands reached out to grab onto rails, realizing his shifting of my body had positioned me at the perfect distance for my arms to comfortably rest above my head.
"Good girl." His voice comes as a growl, moving up and nipping the bottom of my lip.
I can hear every steady breath he makes and I can smell the intoxicating scent of his sandalwood cologne but most of all, I can feel every single inch of him where our bodies meet. His thighs, his hands and the faint touch of our most recent kiss. My every single thought is rooted around Domenico Jaxson and I know that if I don't get to feel him for myself soon, I am going to explode.
"Tell me, my sweet submissive. Have you ever heard of something called emotion lotion before?"
I let out a quiet sigh from his touch as I felt his two fingers draw one continuous line down the side of my neck, slightly surprised to find them wet with something.
"No, sir." I said but my eyebrows furrowed in the blindfold as I felt only the skin he touched begin to heat her as he massages whatever coated his fingers into my body.
"It is an edible massage oil that gets warm when it is rubbed in…" a cool blow came from his mouth and I gasped as an entirely unexpected sensation passed through my body.
"And hot when met with a breeze." He completed his sentence.
What? Temperature play? That is what he has planned for tonight.
"You once asked me what an example of my turn ons are?" He said and my core clenched at two new paths that were trailed with oil on my neck before moving farther down to my collarbone.
"You, Camilla Range are my biggest attraction." I panted in desire as my denied clit throbbed in need of attention, feeling some of my juice dripping.
"Seeing your body stretched out and exposed for my every touch and that pretty little mouth of yours parted in pure desperation, craving the kind of release that only I can give you right now. It is a shame you can't see yourself right now because you are truly a piece of artwork."
I know he catches the blush that has appeared on my cheeks but I can't help it when he says such things to me.
"And I can't wait to see your writhing body beneath me when I fulfill every sinful plan I have for the two of us tonight."
"Sir," I moaned in response to his words, needing more of his touch. I need him.
"I know, I am almost done, I promise." He said in a faux empathetic tone and when I knew he was enjoying every additional second of my teasing.
Just from the mere contact of it, the massage oil warms instantly in refined strokes along my neck, the dip of my collarbone, further down around and along my breast, my stomach and my thighs. The only section of my body that does not bear the cherry scented oil is the one part slightly begging to be touched most. To be filled over and over again until my body physically cannot take another stroke.
As a result of the stain material still bound around my eyes, every other sense is heightened. Even the faint chill of the air conditioning meeting my skin is enough to cause me to squirm in desperation.
After what feels like forever, his touch finally recedes and the weight of his body repositions entirely so that each strong arm of my head, his large body managing to fit between my now parted thighs.
"Many people like to use the alternative of massage candles for temporary play, though personally. I will forever prefer this, do you want to know why, darling?"
"Yes, sir." My response comes easily but my voice is breathy.
"Because I control every precise spot of your body heats up. Wax rarely falls nicely when dripping onto the skin and the burning sensation goes away within seconds of lits appearance."
My breath hitches at the noise of something being picked up to my left.
"But all this kind of oil requires is a small breeze and your skin will turn to flame as many times as I wish."
I felt his large body hovers right over mine, his lips resting more than a mere centimeters away from mine.
"Luckily for you, I decided to include a counter balance." And with that, the cold nip of ice is trailed against my bottom lips help in his mouth.
My body arches up against my dominan's muscular body but he easily presses me back down.
"Stay still or I will have to find a way to keep you pinned down myself." No doubt, that was his one and only warning to me.
It is an effort not to repeat the action though when he moves away from my mouth, holding that ice cube right below my ear. The same spot where his trial of oil began. He only hovers there for a moment, allowing my body to grow needier and my skin to warm with each light breath he exhales.
The second he gives in, my hands have to grip onto the rails until I am sure they have turned red. With the now melting ice still between his lips, he traces it down the side of my neck causing me to gasp at the sudden coldness. The ice sends goosebumps forming around my entire body, the warmth of his mouth causing it to melt and the cold droplets to fall down the sides of my skin.
Each new sensation works my body up so beautifully but when Domenico lets a long, harsh breath out of his nose, my skin quite literally feels like flame for that split second. In combination with the ice still trailing down beside me, the feeling is pure bliss and my body unconsciously arching up from the sensory overload.
"Sir," I whimpered as he did it again, this time dropping the ice to rest in the dip of my collarbone.
"So beautiful." He whispered, blowing cold air with his mouth, sending my skin that surprisingly hot jolt of sensation.
"So sensitive."
A large hand reaches down between our bodies and runs one finger teasingly up my slit, no doubt now covered in my wetness from that mere action alone. One touch to my clit has me arching my back and when I whimper as he pulls away, I know I am only proving his point.
I can practically sense the satisfied smirk he is no doubt wearing right now and when I felt a finger tracing my lips, I darted out my tongue knowing it is my arousal coating them. I can't help but pick up on the small taste of cherry along with it. The ice resting on my collarbone has completely melted and the slightest bit of movement on my part has the freezing water spilling down the side of my neck, awakening every nerve there.
My lips parted from the sensation but he was instantly there, easily slipping his tongue into my mouth, dancing with and controlling mine with his. I could taste myself between his lips and it only made the ache between my thighs worsen.
At the sudden feeling of a new ice cube being placed directly on the hard peak of my nipple. I let out something between a moan and a gas as I felt his smile against my lips.
"Do you like this, darling?" He taunts, his mouth pulling away from mine.
"Y…yes, sir." I moan when he suddenly blows against my lower stomach, causing heat to spread along my skin and straight to my core.
"What about…hmmm. Describe to me what is making you feel so good that it has you dripping onto the bed sheet without even being touched there?"
I let out a contented sigh when he took that moment to blow around the ring of my nipples and the surprisingly hot sting mixing with the intense pleasure of the ice cold nip.
"S…sir."
"Talk to me, my little submissive. What feels good?"
"The ice, sir." I barely managed to say as his touches turned my brain to mush.
"And the sudden burning sensation of heat passing through my body."
Another blow has my hips thrusting up to meet his desperately trying to rub my clit anywhere I can against him. He just as easily pins me down with his free hand, denying me of that pleasure.
"I never know where the ice is going to be next, never know what breath of air is going to turn my skin to flame." I was panting at this moment and simple words became too loud to voice out.
"Please, sir don't stop. It feels so good."
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