Thread: Odette (Montresor & sweet.nothings)

Talon-like fingertips raked up the back of the woman's naked thigh, rising over the curve of her bare ass whilst her tormentor took full advantage of his excellent view. The secret of Odette's cunt lay framed in the shadowy depths between her legs, a picture she seemed desperate to close as much as possible from Rogier. He let her be shy for the moment as she fidgeted in her bindings, legs tightly pressed together like the defensive virgin she was. Surely she had expected her rape to be a sudden and violent thing, and while Rogier's method of unveiling her body was not polite , his method of toying with her was neither rough or quick. Both palms found there way to the woman's sides as he stood behind her, holding just beneath the curve of rope that slid along her torso. From their his paws moved down, each simultaneously marveling at the smoothed road that led down to her rounded hips. She was in prime position to be stolen and mounted. The Marquis, it seemed, had far more vicious games to play. If Odette had known just what her vain little attempt to placate him had stirred she likely would have shut her mouth. Instead, every meak plea for mercy just made him that much harder for her. A kiss came to the back of her knee, then upon her thigh, and traveling over the flank of her ass. He kissed the sister to the base of her spine and followed upward. Shifting over her bound arms but not missing to kiss her clenched fist he pressed his lips against her shoulder and whispered gently to where the coif covered her ear. I know you will. His voice simmed to drip with a perverse sense of admiration. The warmth of his hand found its way upon her inner thigh in that moment, shifting up towards the reaches she had never dared to entertain. It was there that the devil molested God's gift, with a stroke of digits so gentle that it was sweet upon her button. He played and he teased as she fidgeted and breathed, and by the time her resistance against the hand had melted was the moment he took her pleasure way. The fingers retreated, and instead the darkness of her mind was filled with the sharpest sting. Rogier's cupped palm smacked hard against Odette's pale ass, cuffing her like a child who had been caught playing with themself. His other hand pressed upon her head, planting her firmly against the sheets as he continued to beat her with an open hand. Pale skin made the strikes blossom wonderfully. He enjoyed the kick of her feet with each firm spanking, the jerk of her body so unaccustomed to hum barbarism. Beautiful... He sighed, once more raking his fingertips over her body now that she was left quivoring, each digit sending ripples of pain as they glid over the reddened curve of her bottom. Savor it. He gave her time to taste her own pain, to treat with it like a wine connoisseur. Certainly there was nothing so torturous about a spanking compared to what other agonies he could inflict, but where an amatuer would only focus on levels of pain, Rogier knew true suffering was a matter of personal experience. The older woman was now nothing more than a child beneath him that was the strength of a simple hand against her bottom, of all the memories it could invoke. Of course, her moment was finished when he demanded it be finished, and the hands which one struck her now grabbed at Odette's ropes to manhandle her as easily as a marionette. She was dragged further on to the bed and pushed over on to her back. His hands hands move to part her legs, but her squirming seemed intent to fight an dissuade his entry there. As you wish . Rope found its way against her left ankle and the leg was suddenly pulled taught, dragged towards the post where it was tied off. Soon the other came, stealing her right foot and pulling her legs apart so that it too could be secured to the opposite pole. She was wide open for him, and the shifting pressure of the bedding told that a beast was approaching. Yet for all his evils he once more met her with the tenderness of a lover, kissing upon her bound ankle and up across her leg. The demon seemed intent on seducing his claim. His lips found their way along her inner though and his breath cascaded over her sex. It teased and tickled before she felt the briefest fleck of a tongue dart out to play. He kissed her between the legs, but it was no mere peck. His passion poured over her cunt like honey, rolling his tongue around the wrinkled pink of her button while occasionally sucking upon it. He played her like she was a piano, and when it came time to crescendo he was fully committed. Rogier pushed her over that edge plunged her head into the water with his mouth alone. One might mistake his intention for that of a strange gift, but it what he gave her was no favor. He had given her something to want, to crave something he could no so easily feed or deny. That was the evil in his mercy .