75: Sweet tooth

**Warning! Sexual content!**

**Lucien**

I returned, hands full of all the ‘tools’ I needed for an occasion as delectable as this one. Tristan stared at me with questioning eyes as I placed everything carefully on the bedside table.

“I’m too afraid to ask…” She said eyeing the items with suspicion.

I smirked before getting onto the bed, leaning my face into hers and then saying in a low, husky voice, “Oh I’m just trying to satisfy my sweet tooth… while satisfying yours too. But first, let’s relieve you of your clothes.” After I’d said this, my hands moved eagerly to undress her. The first item I so graciously rid her of was the blue sweatshirt- which I knew had now become hers- followed by her bra. The sight of her bare skin made me give in to the looming temptation of kissing her, and so I placed a few wet kisses on her skin. After I’d gotten a good few hot, open-mouthed kisses on her skin, I moved on to her pants, pulling them down her legs swiftly and then grabbing at her thighs before using my thumbs to rub against her inner-thighs. She squirmed and moaned a faint, “Lucien”. Then, I removed the final item of clothing that still dared to conceal her body from me- her black, lace panties. Once she was fully naked, I leaned towards the bedside table and from it, retrieved long strings of strawberry liquorice that I’d tied together. It had taken many, many strings of liquorice to properly reinforce the ‘candy rope’, but I was almost one hundred percent certain that it would hold for as long as I needed it to.

“Hands together and above your head.” I said sternly. She didn’t even question me. Instead, she obediently did exactly as I had instructed her, not once even caring to mask her curious excitement. I slowly bound her wrists with the liquorice. Just as I’d suspected, the red rope I’d created didn’t show any signs of breaking. However, I knew that against her strength they were hardly even formidable enough to pose a challenge. And so I gave her a warning.

“You are not allowed to break these candy restraints, otherwise, my beautiful, obedient mate, I’ll be forced to punish you. Am I understood?”

“Yes.”

I then tsked and shook my head. “Not yes. It’s yes Lucien.”

She narrowed her eyes playfully at me before sighing. “Yes, Lucien.”

“Good girl. Now, turn around and get on your stomach. Remember what I said about the liquorice.”

“Yes, Lucien.” She said breathily before lowering herself carefully onto her stomach.

“Stay like that for me for a moment. I have one more thing I’d like to get.” I said, once she had managed to successfully execute the instruction I’d given her.

With that, I ran as fast as I could to the kitchen counter. I grabbed the very hot bowl that I’d left on top of it and then raced back to the room, ignoring how the heat of the bowl stung at the palms of my hands. Once I made it back to the room, I got on top of the bed and placed my legs on either side of Tristan’s torso.

I swirled the contents of the bowl a few times, blew a few times too and then stuck a finger in to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Once I was satisfied that the temperature of the liquidy substance was just right, I tilted the bowl slowly, allowing the warm, rich, melted chocolate to pour onto Tristan’s back. She gasped and arched her back at first, before relaxing again and letting out a soft moan.

“I would have gone for plain rope and a candle, but that seems so overused. I wanted to do something more unique to me. Besides, you seem to tolerate and numb yourself to pain more than you seem to crave it like my brother does.”

She turned her head against the pillow so she could gaze at me from the corner of her eye. “Damon’s a masochist?”

“Uh huh, his body practically screams ‘masochist’ whenever he’s around Jasmine.” I said before pouring more melted chocolate against her back. She groaned deeply and arched her back again. “Shocked?”

“Yes, a little… so does that mean my sister’s a sadist?” She asked.

“I suppose, yes. She likes to inflict pain and he likes taking it.”

“What about you?”

“For me it’s more about control. I like to be in charge, to have people wrapped around my finger, to have them submit to me. And yes, sometimes that does involve being a little sadistic. But I wouldn’t say that I’m a sucker for inflicting sexual pain. It all depends on the buttons I need to press for my sexual partner to give in to me. If I tried inflicting pain on you, you’d get bored. You’ve gotten used to physical pain so you wouldn’t find pleasure in chasing after it. Instead, you like to willingly hand me control because you prefer the torture of pure pleasure. Sometimes you can be a little defiant, but in the end, you have no problem in letting me dominate you.”

I could see by the blush developing on her face that she knew I was telling the truth and I smiled. While I waited for the melted chocolate to harden on her back, I moved my fingers to her legs and nudged them apart. She moaned a pretty little moan as I stroked her inner thighs. I’d bring them right up, just below her pussy and then drag them back down to taunt her. However, despite her wonderful little moans and shivers, I wanted more from her. She’d teased me and although I unashamedly enjoyed every second of it, I needed to show her that I was the best at the game of taunting. Sure, being pleasured by Tristan was nothing short of devilishly heavenly but pleasuring her was a completely different ballgame. It was my ballgame.

“L-Lucien,” she moaned out as I lowered my face to her legs and started licking at them. Her skin had this unique and addictive sweet taste and the more of it tainted my tongue, the more I craved. I lost myself in her sweetness and eventually made my way right between her thighs, already tasting her cum that had begun to drip down her thighs. I teased her a little more with my tongue before running my hand against her back. Once I was satisfied that all the chocolate had hardened, I got on all-fours and towered over her hungrily. Another sexy moan left her lips the moment she felt my tongue against her back. The sweet taste of chocolate filled my mouth and I let my hunger take over me, flicking my tongue greedily against every inch of her that was covered in chocolate. The more of her I licked, the more sounds escaped her mouth and the harder I got. It was such a turn on having her squirming underneath me, naked and in pleasure, while my tongue roamed her skin, and the rich taste of cocoa invaded my mouth. It was my first time doing something like this, but I was sure that it wouldn’t be my last. Once I’d licked all of the chocolate off of her skin, I snatched at the slab of chocolate on the bedside table, ripped the packaging open and placed a few blocks in my mouth, allowing it to mix with the melted chocolate which still lingered on my tastebuds. Then, I grabbed at Tristan’s chin and forced her head further to the side before using my thumb to part her lips and my fingers to open her mouth. I leaned in and placed my mouth against hers, rubbing my chocolate covered tongue against hers. She moaned hungrily against my lips, and I did the same against hers. I didn’t know which was more delicious, the taste of her, or the chocolate. As I pulled away from her, I bit hard at her lower lip with my teeth and then moved my mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking and biting. Once again, I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted her so badly that I was practically throbbing for her. But I was relatively good at being patient- though Tristan always seemed to prove me wrong- and so I turned her over, being careful myself, not to break the liquorice restraints. Her face was red, and her chest heaved as she panted. I grabbed onto the caramel dessert topping I’d left on the table next to me, before dripping some on her chest.

“You,” I said staring down at her and shamelessly taking in the beauty of her body, “look absolutely delectable. I must have a taste…”

I wasted no time and placed my mouth against her left breast, swirling my tongue against her flesh and savouring the taste of her caramel covered skin. She arched her chest into me and squirmed restlessly beneath me. Enjoying her adorable reaction, I began sucking harder which drew a few angelic, desperate moans from her lips. Once I was satisfied that I’d made her hot and bothered enough for my next serving of dessert, I took more of the caramel and used my fingers to smother it against her thighs before grabbing them and pulling her closer towards me. My tongue slid up and down her thighs and as it did, I could see more of her desire dripping from between her legs. I stroked a finger against the entrance of her pussy, feeling how wet she was for me. Then I licked right down to her clit, swirling my tongue against her wetness. Out of everything I’d tasted today, she was by far my favourite flavour. She was throbbing against my tongue, and it was doing a good job of making me hornier than I already was. I let myself indulge in her taste a little longer before moving back to her thighs and sinking my teeth into her caramel covered skin.

“Do you like that?” I whispered against her thigh.

“Yes L-Lucien…”

“Do you want a taste?”

She uttered another “yes Lucien” and I took a hold of the caramel dessert topping again. I drenched my hands in its stickiness and then watched her as I started covering the skin of my chest in the thick, sweet substance. Her eyes were wide, desire-consumed and glowing blue. I could only imagine that mine had turned red too as I craved her tongue against me.

I lifted her up by her bound wrists and brought her upright body towards me. I shuddered and growled the moment the wetness of her tongue touched my chest. It felt soft, warm and almost ticklish, but it had me gripping tightly onto the sheets beneath me to keep from doing anything to question my own patience. But once again, Tristan decided to show me that I wasn’t the patient man I believed I was when she lifted her head up and bit hard into the side of my neck that she’d marked the previous day. I shuddered and gasped out desperately as the feeling of intense pleasure shot through my neck all the way down to the excitement between my thighs.

“Fuck, you’re naughty…” it came out low and husky, but judging by the way Tristan’s eyes lit up, it was the exact reaction she wanted from me. My hands grabbed roughly at her bound wrists and pinned them to the bed, sending her body following. “And do you know what naughty girls get?”

“No Lucien…” She said softly almost tauntingly. By now she’d completely surrendered, happy to, because she’d gotten exactly what she wanted- to provoke me.

I leaned down to her ear and whispered lowly, “Naughty girls like you get fucked nice and hard and rough. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even be able to walk… and you won’t have a voice to say ‘Yes Lucien’ either. That’s how loud I’m going to have you screaming in pleasure.”

She shivered beneath me and then a wide, wicked smile made its way onto her face. That look of hers was burned into my mind. The look of want, desire and carnal hunger.

Once I’d gotten a condom on, I spread her legs wide before grabbing at her thighs and holding them up in the air. The moment I entered her, I let out a low, deep, chesty growl. I wasn’t gentle at all, I couldn’t even bring myself to that. My thrusts were deep and hard and fast, as I felt the mouth-watering sensation of the friction of the tightness of her pussy all around me. Tristan was completely enraptured by pleasure and her toes were curled, her back was arched, her lips were parted, her chest heaving and her thighs shaking. I couldn’t get enough of her reaction, nor the way her body felt against mine.

My eyes then fell on her bound wrists, and I leaned down and started licking at her forearms. She whimpered and then moaned my name again which only encouraged me further. Eventually I got to her wrists and my teeth tore through the liquorice. But it didn’t stop me from sucking at her skin at the same time. Once I’d eaten enough of the restraints for it to fall from her wrists, I picked up one of the long strings with my teeth and then moved the other end to her lips. She opened her mouth and started chewing on the liquorice, stopping only to moan now and again as I continued thrusting my hips against hers. Eventually her lips made their way to mine and this time when we kissed, she ran her fingers through my hair. Perhaps it was the sugar rush, but the way we moved against each other made the bed creak and bang against the wall and the loud sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air along with our desperate moans and growls.

“Fuck, I want you on all fours…” I said, desperately wanting more. I pulled out and she turned over, getting onto her hands and knees. I gripped her hips tightly and then entered her again and the pleasure-filled scream that left her throat made me twitch inside of her. Again, I was rough, but she didn’t mind. In fact, I felt her hips and ass press back up against me, meeting each and every one of my thrusts. I couldn’t resist the temptation to slap my hand against her ass. The first time I did it, she yelped in surprise. But I felt how she tightened up and throbbed around me and so I did it again and again until my hand would collide with her ass every time I thrusted into her. By now her legs were shaking and I had to hold her steady so she wouldn’t fall. She was a complete mess, covered in sweat and the sticky remnants of all of my sweet fantasy. But I was none the better. We were both so consumed and engrossed in each other- in our skin, our heat, the pleasure, the stinging pain. It was all completely overwhelming, and I found myself tensing up, desperate for a release. So, I sped up and got even rougher.

“Oh fuck Lucien! Right there!” She yelled out so loud I was sure that she could have been heard from another dimension.

“Yes ma’am…” I hissed before hitting that spot that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her throat raw from the desperate and pleasure-filled screams that left it.

“There?” I asked shoving my hips so hard into hers that the bed banged against the wall again.

“Yes!” She yelled.

“Yes who?” I asked before slapping her ass again.

“Yes Lucien!”

“Good girl…” I purred breathily. I felt her tighten again and I twitched inside of her. By the time I’d gripped at her hair I felt the muscles in my stomach tense up and a sense of urgency pulsed through me. Once again, I increased my speed, chasing that orgasm faster than Tristan had run in the forest today. I stiffened momentarily before my entire body started relaxing and with it, the feeling of euphoria filled my veins. I came so hard that I ended up digging my fingers into Tristan’s hips, completely consumed by the merciless intensity of ecstasy. She wasn’t far behind, and it took one more lazy thrust to push her over the edge, screaming her lungs out, arching her back and clutching tightly onto the fabric beneath her. Her legs finally gave out and she collapsed beneath me and clutched onto the sheets as she panted out heavily.

“Fuck…” she said hoarsely before looking up at me and smiling, “you clearly never learned not to play with your food. M-my body… fuck Lucien… that felt so good.”

“Of course it did. You’re mated to the King of Seduction, my Love. And pleasure is a game I’ll never be beaten at.” Though I didn’t dare mention that when she had her hands on me, she could almost give me a run for my money. I had a reputation to uphold, after all.