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A String of Pearls
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_A String Of Pearls_ by Jodi Shapiro
The room was dark, save for the glow of a few candles scattered around
it. The flickering light cast a golden glow on Jewel's flawless skin,
warming her nakedness.
She sat, gagged, on a high-backed chair in the center of the wood-floored
room, waiting. Waiting for him to return, and to finish what he had
started.
The floorboards creaked in front of her, but she couldn't see who was
making them. Presently, a figure appeared in front of her, his flesh
surrounded by the same glow hers was. It gave him power somehow.
Face half-obscured by shadows, eyes burning, boring into hers giving
him an almost sinister look.
As a reflex, she crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest, to
cover her nakedness. He chuckled to himself at this show of modesty,
amused. He uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly, then uncrossed
her arms to expose her breasts. She showed no resistance but it was
useless to resist anyway. She belonged to him totally tonight, and she
knew it.
He regarded her carefully, watching the light dance on her Yemenite
jewelry, strands of silver bells that whispered their song at the slightest
breath . He'd given it to her to wear on nights like this, so he could play
her like a symphony. A choker, a pair of bracelets, a pair of anklets and
the sweetest one of all; a strand of those lovely bells to hang on her hips
like a girdle.
He cupped her breasts, warming them in his hands. She looked at him
with an expression of utter devotion. He stroked her nipples a moment,
then stopped. Kneeling on the floor, he looked into her eyes. She was
ready.
"Pleasure youself for me." he said, in a tone that was tender. She looked
a little embarrassed, indeed, she blushed a bit.
He moved her hands to her crotch, and repeated himself. She obeyed
reluctantly, and slid her index finger between her inner lips. The bells
responded as she stroked, eyes closed, as she slid another finger in. Her
hips moved slowly, and he could see she was wiggling her fingers madly
inside. The wet sounds mingled with the bells' chime, making the
sweetest music he had heard for some time. If only he could hear her
sighs, he thought, and he removed her gag. She sounded like an angel.
Gently, he pulled her hand away and brought it to his lips, licking the
moisture from her fingers. With her other hand, she took his and moved
it to her damp cleft, pressing it closely.
He snatched it away, staring icily at her. A flicker of fear passed through
her eyes, and she whimpered.
Wordlessly, he took the same silk that had gagged her moments before
ad bound her wrists behind the chair. Still kneeling, he kissed her
thighs softly, caressing them with his strong hands. His tongue drew
lines from knee to crotch, avoiding her genitals entirely. She was still
whimpering.
"P-p-please," she whispered. "Please touch me there."
He ignored her words, and the motions her hips were making, trying to
make his mouth satisfy her.
"Please! Oh, please!" she begged.
He carefully bit her inner thighs, not hard enough to bruise, but enough
to make her moan.
"You belong to me, my precious Jewel," he said softly. "And no-one else.
Never forget that."
He reached behind him to take a strand of pearls from the dark. Her
eyes grew wide, watching him twist them around in his hands.
He drew them across his lips, licking them, and before she could make a
sound began sliding them into her slick cunt, which seemed endless as
inch after inch of the necklace dissappeared into her velvet darkness.
The sounds she made were heavenly, and her squirms made her bells
sing.
He rubbed her abdomen as if to feel the pearls through there. Her flesh
was so silky there, he could not help but kiss it. She quivered at his
touch.
"How hot are you, precious? I know you want to tell me."
She squirmed some more, and whispered her answer so softly it was
beyond hearing.
"Speak up! Are you burning up with desire?"
"Yes! I want-"
"What do you want?"
"I want, I want, " she squirmed again. "I want your mouth. Please. I
want it so much."
His voice turned hard, half menacing, half tender. "If you want my
mouth, my love, you must give me yours first."
He stood up and straddled the chair so that his crotch was level with her
face. She bent forward and kissed his shaft. Opening her mouth
slightly, she fluttered her tongue around the head in teasing strokes.
She was determined to make him as mad with want as she was. Her
tongue circled his length, slowly but firmly, making the blood flow faster.
His breathing became more labored, encouraging her to work more
earnestly. She was still squirming with her own delight, hoping to satisfy
herself as well as him.
Abruptly he withdrew, and removed the spiked wristlet from his left arm.
He pressed the sharp spikes gently to her cheek to show her how pointed
they were, then placed the thick band between her legs.
"This will keep you focused on your priority, which is pleasing me."
There was no mistaking the threat in his words. He pressed the spikes a
little, making her gasp. "Just think how that would feel if you were
squirming around. The spikes would tear your beautiful thighs, your
tender lips-" he grabbed her jaw in his thumb and forefinger. "I wouldn't
want you to damage yourself. Now be still, precious, and finish what you
started."
He resumed his position, this time squeezing her legs with his. He
looked down at her and in a honeydripping voice added "A little pain is
good for you, precious Jewel."
Her reply came falteringly at first, but she picked up speed and soon she
had him fully erect, cradling his balls in her tongue, licking him like a
child licks a melting ice cream cone in the summer heat, trying to get
every last drop and keep it from spilling.
By now his hands were in fists at his sides, temperature rising. He
began to throb in her mouth, and she sensed it. Just has he was about
to come, she sucked so hard that the floodgates burst, filling her throat.
She made not a sound.
He withdrew again, this time kneeling to look in her eyes. Kissing her
with a probing tongue he tasted himself, as well as her. He reached
down and pulled away the wristlet, gently kissing her thighs.
"Are you still burning?" he asked her lovingly. "You've been so patient.
Tell me again what you want."
As he said this, he pulled a few pearls out of her and let them dangle over
the edge of the chair. She would not answer him.
He bent forward and grabbed the end of the necklace in his teeth,
sucking the pearls in one by one until his lips were at her labia. She
spread her legs wider. Slowly, he began coaxing the rest of the strand
from their hiding place with his teeth and tongue. A gentle nibble here, a
small dig there, all he heard was her sighs mingled with the whisper of
bells as he unearthed each hidden pearl. He continued for what seemed
like hours, as juices dribbled out from her deepest regions onto his eager
tongue.
He stopped, leaving the end of the strand inside, and the rest dangling off
the chair. Their weight was enough to pull a few more orbs out, but the
rest were held fast. She was still sighing, bells tinkling from her twists
and squirms. He kissed her navel once more.
"Don't stop," she moaned. "Don't stop!"
Slowly, gently, he slipped a finger inside her, rubbing the rough spot
firmly and listening to the music she made. Now was the moment she
had been hungering for from the start. He slid deeper inside, pushing
the remainder of the pearls against her insides as she bucked her hips
towards him. He tried to keep her rhythm, but she was too fast for his
fingers. He pulled out some pearls to try and slow her down, but this
maddened her movements more.
He pulled out his finger and replaced it with his tongue. It pushed the
pearls around inside, coaxing small 'aaah's out of her throat. She was
close, and getting closer. Her muscles began to contract, and when he
felt the moment was ripe, he drove his tongue as deep as it would go, and
pulled the pearls out as fast as they would slide out. Her hips ground
against his lips, flooding him with her ambrosial fluids and making those
bells sing in harmony with her final moan.
Spent, she did not even move when he untied her wrists and gathered
her up in his powerful arms. He pressed her body close to his, and felt
her heart beating in time with his.
"My precious Jewel," he crooned, stroking her raven hair. "You belong to
me, my love. And I to you."
She tried to respond, but her mouth was stopped by a kiss fierce with
passion.
A cold breeze blew through the open window and extinguished the
flames, except for the one in his kiss.
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