Relentless
written by:
Ms. Minx

Relentless  

by ms. minx 2/27/09

*****Please note that the chapters that chronicle the previous part of their relationship are now archived. They do add more flavor to this chapter and are Restless, Relaxed, Lunch Break and Roulette. 

"Hello Xavier, sorry I couldn't talk before.  Jackson was updating me on the Walker Road project.  He didn't get his delivery today and was afraid it'd put his crew behind.  We looked around and you know how the Tyler building is on hold?  We decided to take those supplies so there's no lag time waiting.  I asked Jane to move the supplies on paper so accounts payable and receivable is aware and updates inventory.  Anyway, what can I do for you?"   

Xavier waited for Grace to finish talking.  For this was Grace, all work, all business.  Her demeanor, tone and dress professional, authoritative and unfailingly up to date.  His company ran without a hitch as Grace resolved potential issues before they reached critical mass.  Her expectations as Project Manager were simple.  One, she never wanted to be blindsided.  She expected foremen to contact her on anything that seemed amiss, whether it was delayed permits, a difficult employee or as now, backed up deliveries of necessary supplies.  Her second and final rule was that she sought the foreman's input.  She was not a dictator and knew the value of the many years of experience these men had.  Ultimately, she'd make the best decision for the company in order to satisfy Xavier's expectations.  The night he hired her he told her he expected her to keep him abreast and on track and to limit liability for the company and its assets.  True to her claim she could do this job despite their unconventional first meeting, she had remained consistent.  That was during business hours.   

As he thought about their first meeting and subsequent ones in which he learned just how talented and skilled she was.......he felt the familiar stirrings in his cock.  Graciela had admired it from the start, commenting on its size, guessing correctly at 7 inches. Damn.  She never failed to do this to him.  Even when reciting the dry accounting of inventory, he found himself waiting for the workday to end or at least take a lunch break, to have her, take her as his personal slut.  She willingly embraced it, hell, she claimed it as her own to be his slut.  So did he really, could he ever really possess her?  He sure didn't have to worry about a staid existence with her around or better yet, in his arms.  His Graciela.  Not a split personality, no, but she did keep her sensual self from others.  Well, most times.  Well, not enough actually if Xavier had his way.  Yet Graciela, 5 foot 6 inches, curvy, full figured Latina embodied all the traits he'd almost given up on finding in one woman.  That she was at the adult bookstore on Miller Rd. and felt restless enough to search for what?  Xavier moaned at the memory.  She sought to fulfill the same exact needs he did.  That they found each other was pure serendipity.  It wasn't until they had their first proper date, well right before then, that he learned who she really was.  Strange, but then as now, he relaxed.  She had everything under control.  Even when he thought he'd 'won', she proved him wrong.    

He thought she'd end their relationship after their version of "Roulette"....when he had beat her at her own game but triumphantly had to display to the sore losers that she was his......as her head bobbed up and down sucking his cock in front of those two assholes.  No, she wasn't mad he'd done that, she was just irked that she hadn't orchestrated it herself.  

Now here she was on the phone talking in her crisp business tone and he was stroking his cock through his jeans.  Xavier waited a mere second to explain, "I was hoping you could join me now.  I have a masseuse lined up at the Flora Spa for us.  I've got all this tension just sitting on my shoulders and thought we could use this."  

"Ah, I see.  What time is this happening?" she asked.  

"Well the appointment's for 9 pm.  So you might just want to meet me there.  We'd probably get there right before then." Xavier replied twirling the business card with the appointment information written upon it.  

"Nope, not possible," she replied.  "I've got Mason joining me in about 15 minutes to look at the revised specs for the Tyler building to try and get some traction on it.  If I don't get with him now, we'll have wasted 3 days since he's got personal business out of town.  I already granted him the time and I'm not about to yank that away.  Not good."  She heard Xavier groan as she thought more about how to make their evening pleasurable despite the late hour they'd be getting together.  

"Oh, now you figure your massage will be about an hour or so, right?  By the time you get home, I should be finishing with Mason and can meet you there.  Let's figure on back at your place at uhm, 11 o'clock?"  She twirled some long strands of black hair around her finger.  One of her tell-tale signs of arousal.  She, too, desired their time together.   

"Although," she chuckled, "Not fair as you'll be totally relaxed and I'll be the tense one.  I may need my own personal masseuse by then.......any ideas?"  She slipped sensually into her Graciela low whisper, creamy smooth and stimulating.  

Xavier, ever the relentless negotiator could see an opening that just begged him to not pass up, perked up at her veiled suggestion. "Well, I believe if you allow me to arrange that for you, as I am also a trained masseuse you know......I would not stop until I absolutely was assured you were completely sated and satisfied with services rendered.  But you'd have to trust me completely and not question nor balk at my.......well, let's say my personal techniques."  Xavier held his breath wondering if she would acquiesce.  

"Hmmmm, you've certainly painted quite the vision of seemingly endless pleasures.  Fine, you can have your way.......with one condition."  Graciela stopped at the moment, pausing for effect.  

"Yes?" he asked anxiously.  

"If I am not satisfied with services rendered, I am at liberty to contract another man, er, uhm, masseuse to properly take care of my needs.  Except I'd expect you to make those arrangements....."  Graciela waited, twirling the strand tighter around her fingers.  

"Pshaw," Xavier uttered.  

"What was that?  I didn't hear a yes or no and I've got to go.  Mason's going to walk in any minute.  So is that a yes, no or shall I just join you at the Flora Spa at 10pm after all for my own time with a licensed masseuse?  Because while you may be 'trained', I'd bet you don't have certification."  Graciela held in her own laughter.

  "Fine.  If you're not satisfied with me, we'll get you a damned masseuse," Xavier gripped the cell phone. 

  "See you at 11," he heard her whisper conspiratorially before the sound of the click as she hung up.

  As Xavier looked at the clock, he smirked to himself.  This would be fun.  For while he may lack certification, as Graciela pointed out, he certainly did not lack imagination nor creativity.

  He entered his bedroom going straight into the walk-in closet.  He reached down and pulled out a steamer trunk he'd bought in his younger days that was a multi purpose purchase from the local Salvation Army.  He'd had this trunk since his college frat days and for one reason or another, it followed him from one residence to another.  Just in the past year, he'd begun using it to store his purchases from his many visits to the adult bookstore off of Miller Road.  Never with a specific use in mind, he'd picked up odds and ends he'd hoped to use with the right partner.....a willing playful participant.  For tonight, he'd be pulling out all the stops to meet Graciela's expectation of "endless pleasures."  Oh, yes, he'd need to be ready. 

  He removed several unopened packages from the steamer trunk and arranged them on his dresser.  He lined them up in what he perversely termed 'mild' to 'hot' to 'exotic'.  If he'd thought further, he could have sub-categorized them as 'pleasurable' and 'mildly painful'.  He almost forgot to grab the long rectangular velvet lined florist's box.  It would appear to hold a dozen roses, but in fact, it contained a dozen silk scarves he'd intended to give Graciela for her birthday next month.  Well, she'd be getting them early but not to accentuate her body when she wore her gorgeous and tasteful business suits, oh, no, he'd be using them as accessories for her birthday suit.  He chuckled aloud at the irony.

He'd never felt such a kinship with anyone, not even with his own family. Sure, he loved his family and respected his parents without reservation. Yet, he always felt that his view of life in general skewed from that of theirs. Slightly, yet enough to make him dissatisfied with pursuing the family business. He worked alongside both his brothers and their father in general carpentry and woodworking. Once he'd put himself through college and graduated, he cast off in a direction that seemed parallel to that of his family's, but clearly one that allowed him to reach his own zenith.........one day. Even with a declining economy, his construction company's reputation unfailingly garnered him sufficient work to keep him out of the red and earning a generous profit. After deciding to become a contractor as well, he'd found more satisfaction as well as more control over the completed project.

His life as it stood meant that he would have encountered Grace at some point. She was more than quite capable to hold her own in a male dominated field. Yet he would not have gotten to know her as Graciela because of his steadfast compulsion to avoid the stereotypical boss chasing his female assistant around the desk persona. Now, given their uncharacteristically first meeting, he knew there was more to her than just being a capable and efficient woman. She'd certainly proven she knew as much about haute couture as she did about granite and cement. Yet, first laying his eyes upon her hungrily at the Miller Rd. adult bookstore belied conventional meeting places where men and women begin relationships. They'd gone way beyond beyond an anonymous entity sucking his cock through a glory hole. He still disliked the thought that some guy she'd been dating thought it was arousing taking Graciela there. Yet, in Xavier's world view of karma, he knew the most he could satisfy himself with was a perverse wish that Neal would get drugged and fucked by a monster cock one day. Pretty harsh, he admitted to himself, but there it was.

Xavier also reluctantly knew that encountering Graciela in that way made it possible to have her in his employ and in his arms, albeit with strict boundaries of how they each functioned in the proverbial 9 to 5 world. Ah, but after hours.............just as he readily enclosed all his computer equipment in the armoire, he didn't talk business with Graciela in the afterglow of their sessions. No. They spoke of travels, dreams and fetishes. She willingly served as his personal slut, but certainly not as a submissive. He knew this was key for her---control. What lay behind that need, that drive, he didn't need to know. He hadn't pressed the point for he would not dare suffer the backlash. Not prone to drama, nor theatrics......he feared Graciela would just shut herself off. Oh, she'd continue working for him, but she'd cease being his virgin, whore, and slut, as she deemed herself, all woman for him alone. He sensed the skittish girl who sometimes lacked the confidence to let him see her totally naked to his inner eye. Nudity was not a problem, for he adored her curves......but naked, exposing her soul. No. He doubted it was the guy who took her to Miller Rd. that caused such a sense of distrust, of a betrayal so deep. She' readily opened her legs for Xavier, yet wouldn't open her heart to him. He could only hope one day she would do so willingly.

  Driving his work truck to the Flora Spa, he thought about all his plans for tonight after his own massage.  He parked in front, walked into the reception area and was directed to one of the rooms in the back. As he undressed, he thought of how he'd managed to stay committed to frequenting the Flora Spa twice a month.  Unlike most men who got massages, hoping for a tantalizing escape from reality with some exotic beauty rubbing scented oils all over their naked forms.......well, nothing wrong in that, but Xavier really did need a body massage twice a month.  He didn't ever notice the masseuse actually.  It mattered little to him if it was a man or woman or how old.  He exalted in the way his body re-energized under exact pressure applied at all the right spots, in all the tight knots that invariably came undone but that initially resulted from carrying such a stressful, albeit satisfying, workload.

  After he wrapped the thick white terry cloth towel around his waist, he finished hanging up his clothes on the wall hooks then climbed atop the massage table laying on his stomach.  He knew the drill.  He looked over at the door as it opened.  Ah, it was Flora herself. 

The owner was a no-nonsense mature woman who'd owned the spa for 5 years.....her second career after early retirement from being a Physical Therapist.  She hired Xavier to make her dream of owning a spa a reality and had much input into its construction.  Xavier became one of her first customers when she actually listened as he lamented that most places closed too early to attract a male clientèle that really could use a good massage after working late into the night.  Xavier remained a loyal customer since the spa's opening and not simply because of the longer hours the spa advertised. Flora was still the same strong woman she'd been when she was a physical therapist who didn't mince words nor let up on the exact firm touch required to deliver a thoroughly needed massage.  She wore her dark brown hair short with bangs that on an older woman looked cute, but Flora would not endure any such comments.  Her hairstyle, as well as the rest of her appearance and attire, was meant to be practical.  She didn't want to muss with fancy hairstyles that were high maintenance; she never had in her youth and certainly had no time for it now.  Her clothes were made for comfort but she grudgingly accepted that they had to be aesthetically pleasing so she shunned her grey scrubs from her former profession for a dark mauve-colored workout suit that all masseuses wore at her Spa.  No short satin robes were worn in her place. She'd not tolerate any extracurricular activities on her watch nor on her property.  She ran a legitimate business and true businessmen, like Xavier, expected no coddling and no distractions. 

  Flora knew her clients well so she kept quiet, leaving Xavier to his thoughts as she began rubbing oil into the palm of her hands.  Xavier could feel the tingling effect as Flora began kneading his upper back.  Xavier allowed his body to relax as his mind wandered to the moment when Graciela would enter his bedroom blindfolded with two silk scarves tied around her head.  She'd need to trust him from the beginning as he led her into his bedroom.  He'd keep her in suspense by making her lie down on his bed.  He'd use that time to light the votive candles on the shelf above his headboard, slowly one by one.  He'd always meant to remove that shelf, since he wasn't a knick-knack kind of guy, but Graciela asked if she could put votive candles there and he'd grown to like the effect the scents and the flickering lights made.  From the shadows that danced provocatively on his walls, to the small points of light reflected upon his dresser mirror across his bed, he found this stimulating.  Graciela certainly stirred his senses........just as he would do to hers tonight.  Why even the little used chocolate fondue set found a new purpose in his bedroom thanks to Graciela.

  The firm quick hits to his back from such an expert masseuse as Flora made him feel the knots untangle.  He smiled broadly imagining the knots he'd make with the remaining silk scarves as he tied Graciela's wrists and ankles to the four bedposts.  Spread-eagled on her back.  Sure this was not the conventional way to start a massage, but surely he'd already told her this was not a typical massage she'd be getting.  Although Xavier supposed he could buy a vial of scented oil from Flora.  He seemed to recall seeing some inside a display case in the reception area.  Xavier felt his cock enlarging and throbbing at the thought of Graciela blindfolded, tied, and willingly trusting him.  He thought of how the suspense would heighten her arousal as it most certainly did his own at this exact moment.  His bulging cock liked being pressed against the softly padded table.  The pressure in his groin would find relief this evening emptying his load of hot cum as he orgasmed long and hard into Graciela's hot, tight pussy.

  "Okay, Mr. Xavier, please turn over so I can work on your arms and legs."  Xavier froze in thoughts but not quick enough to deflate his cock.  He raised himself up slightly by his arms and holding the towel in place as best he could, he turned to lay prone on his back.  Without having to look, he could feel his erection pressing against the towel.  The towel now tented no matter how much Xavier tugged on the sides to flatten his cock against his body.  It would not let down.  What the fuck! Even the slightly rough texture of the terry cloth was adding to the physical stimulation on his cock.  Thoughts of Graciela were too deeply embedded in his memory as his cock would certainly be embedded in her body.  Damn.  This wasn't helping. 

  Flora had her back to him as she stood at the small counter against the wall to wipe her hands off, to remove the excess oil before she began massaging each arm.  She needed to have a firm hold of his arms to exact the proper pressure that too much oil would not allow.  As she turned and walked back to the massage table, she gasped in horror seeing Mr. Xavier's towel tented with an obvious erection.  Flora, never at a loss for the right oil, right level of pressure, nor right words, just stood there staring at the tented towel.  Her complexion quickly reddening to a shade that matched the workout suit she wore. She spoke to the lower half of Xavier's body.

  "Excuse me," she stammered.  Then Flora left hurriedly.

Xavier was too busy to notice her exit. He stared upwards at the paneled ceiling and tried to croon out the third line from "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall" silently, in his head, but he kept mixing it up with "99 Luftballoons", so he had to start over.  The frustration at not getting either song straight in his head did nothing to diminish his hard-on with his other head.  Damn Graciela.  Oh, sure, he couldn't even tell her about this for she'd never stop laughing long enough for him to seduce her.  Every time he'd try something sensual or sexy as he gave her a massage, she'd recall this moment of his own massage and laugh uproariously.  That got him even more aroused, thinking of her naked body racked with laughter and gyrating so he'd have no choice but to pin her down forcefully and impale his 7 inch cock in her trying to settle her down.  Damn!

  Flora knocked softly and opened the door hesitantly.  Xavier wondered too late if she actually left him alone so he could jack off.  Damn, he should have done that!  For now poor Flora tried to keep a straight face as she stared solely at the body part directly in front of her.  She drew on her medical training.  Right arm.  Done.  Left arm.  Done.  Uhm, Right leg.  Done.  Left leg. Done.  Did it feel to Xavier that Flora seemed to be working his arms and legs that much harder?  Xavier knew his tense body and gritted teeth would not relax until Flora finished her job.  To both of their relief, the tented towel slowly disappeared with each passing minute.  

At the end of each session, Flora typically asked if he'd like to schedule his next appointment so she could record it in the little white business card with a bright red rose embossed on it while he dressed.  Tonight, she said, "Excuse me," again and simply left.  As Xavier dressed, he wondered if she was still flustered or if he was to conclude he was no longer welcome back to explain her hurried departure without securing his next appointment. Ah, he couldn't even ask to buy a vial of the scented oil either.

  As he exited the Flora Spa, he knew he couldn't really explain to Graciela why he'd be so relentless in his pursuit to give her endless pleasures tonight.  That provocative thought made him feel slightly better until it was crowded out of his mind with the realization that within the next two weeks, he'd need to locate another spa that stayed open late. He shook his head to dispel the thoughts that bristled in his mind as he entered his work truck and headed home.

Arriving home, he noted it was twenty to eleven. He felt loosened up but given the experience he'd just had, he was a little anxious to get started. He went upstairs and into his master bath and ran the hot water in the tub for Graciela. He added some bubble bath, too. Walking back into his bedroom, he grabbed the long white florist's box containing the twelve silk scarves. He also remembered he had a satin robe he was saving for her birthday, too. He'd present it to her tonight.

He heard her call out, "Good massage tonight, baby?"

Xavier groaned inwardly at the memory and simply responded, "Yes, Graciela. I'll be right there."

Xavier walked down the staircase carrying the long white florist's box and satin robe. The robe was a light aqua color that would complement her tanned skin and long dark raven colored hair. He watched Graciela place her briefcase, laptop and some bundles of schematics over by his office desk. She shrugged out of her short black swing coat and draped it on his office chair. Xavier felt a stirring again that tugged in his chest as well as his cock when she turned her attention towards him and smiled widely.

"Mmmm baby, are those for me?" The glee in her tone matched the smile in her eyes. Xavier stepped forward handing her the florist's box. Graciela behaving uncharacteristically enthused over flowers surprised him. He felt a twinge of regret that he'd see disappointment when she lifted the top and would see silk scarves instead of a dozen perfect red roses. His great original idea now didn't seem so great.

Graciela took the cover off the box and squealed delightfully at the rich colors of the many scarves in the box. Xavier smiled broadly.

"Baby!" Graciela leaned over to Xavier's waiting arms clutching the box to her chest, almost squishing it against her cream colored sweater. Xavier wrapped his arms tightly around her. Her genuine joy touched and aroused him.

"Glad you like them and you'll get a chance to model them for me. But first, I drew a bath for you. Uhm, I'd like you to bathe and relax. When you're done, I want you to wear only this, okay? Then we'll get started on your massage," Xavier explained.

Graciela nodded and walked upstairs clutching the box and the robe. He admired the roundness of her ass outlined in the black hip hugger pants. The soft clicking sound of her black patent leather heels as she went upstairs could be heard after each step taken.

She entered the lush bathroom, admiring the masculine feel of the alternating taupe and cream colored striped wallpaper. The burnished brass accent pieces and sconces were well placed. She softened its feel with votive candles surrounding the backside of the tub area as well as the window sill along the length of the windows. She of course asked Xavier if he minded adding candles as they truly were her only other indulgence aside from the patent leather shoes she seemed to amass.

The bubbles in the tub affirmed he'd just run the bath, timing it with her arrival. Sweet. She undressed, placing her clothes across the vanity counter. The robe she hung up on the wall near the tub. She stood there without clothes and took each silk scarf out of the velvet lined box. How exquisite they were, made all the more so since she knew he'd chosen each one himself. Did they all come from his regular visits downtown or from his infrequent travels out of town? He would share that with her little by little........he could not contain his youthful pride in recounting how he'd come to choose this one among others. She took each silk scarf and placed it across her breasts, her shoulders and even wrapped around her neck, the ends trailing back beneath her hair.

She placed each scarf back in the box and entered the tub. The heated water enveloped her completely up to her neck. Ooooohhh it felt like the water caressed her body as the bubbles brought a pleasurable tingling feel to her skin. She stayed until the water turned lukewarm and using the washcloth, soaped her body and even washed her hair. She stood up with the soap bubbles sliding down her curvy body, glistening with the votive candles' shadows dancing on her skin. The overhead shower turned on and she rinsed herself as the water ran down the opened drain. She stepped carefully out of the tub and onto the plush cream bath rug. She reached for a white terry cloth body towel and dried herself off, including her hair.

After putting on the robe, she took her clothes and placed it in the sports bag she kept in this bathroom closet. She debated putting on makeup again, then settled on a vanilla scented body lotion all over her face and body. More than likely, her 'masseuse' would not have a proper massage table and she didn't want to get makeup smeared on the crisp taupe colored bedsheets.

"Bring the scarves with you, baby," Xavier said from the bedroom.

Bring the scarves, she mouthed to her reflected image. What was he up to?

Xavier certainly admired how she looked with damp hair she'd combed and some water drops still clinging to her face as she smiled at him. She handed him the scarves and he took in how the aqua satin robe clung to her curves. Her dark skin definitely enhanced the aqua in the robe. He placed the scarves on the bed and helped her out of the robe. She looked at him with questions in her eyes as he placed the robe aside. He took two scarves and hushed her inquisitive eyes by wrapping them around her head, blindfolding her.

They would be ruined by her damp hair, she thought fleetingly. She allowed Xavier to guide her. He led her to the bed.

"Go on and scoot onto the bed until I tell you to stop...no, don't lay on your stomach, I need you to lie on your back........ Remember, you agreed to do as I say in order to give you my personal kind of massage."

Graciela complied with his request. She laid on her back with her arms at her sides. She allowed Xavier to take each arm and stretch them above her head. Her loud intake of breath was noted by Xavier as she felt him take a scarf and tie it around each wrist and then stretch her arms until they were tugged and the scarf ends secured to the bed frame.

She could hear him walking around and did not resist when he took each leg and spread them wide apart. She felt another scarf tied to each ankle and obviously tied onto each bedpost.

"Oh, my," Graciela whispered to herself. The exposure and vulnerability stimulated her in ways she hadn't felt before.

Xavier reached above to light each votive candle on the shelf. Yes, just right. He turned off the lamps on the side tables. He walked over to the dresser and picked up a feather. It was a peacock feather Graciela admired and planned on framing. He'd get her another one if this one ended up being unsalvageable by the time he finished with it.

He leaned down and tickled her ear lobe with the feather. Her other senses such as touch would be heightened by being blindfolded and this sensation upon her ear startled Graciela and her body thrust upward as if he'd set an electric current to her chest.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. For some reason, she felt arousal beginning in her pussy.

"You have no idea how I've thought of nothing else but tonight.............." he whispered in her ear as he swept the feather lightly along her jawline, her neck area before reaching her nipples.

"Ahhhh," she uttered softly.

Xavier took the peacock feather and trailed them from one breast to the other then back again, watching as her nipples hardened, now erect from this light play. Oh how he wanted to reach down and suck those nips into his mouth, but no....he'd wait. He trailed the feather downwards until it reached her belly button. He dipped the tip of the feather in her belly button and wanted to shed himself of clothing watching her squirm and lightly tug against her silk scarves bindings.

He traversed her body with the peacock feather until he reached her pussy. He brushed it back and forth and smiled when Graciela thrust upwards in response. Her moans varied in length based on how he tickled her there. She didn't laugh but her moans became more insistent and ecstatic. What would she do when he heightened her stimulation as the night wore on?? His cock definitely needed release now, but it was not time. He might have to change the order of his plan and make the 69 position a lot sooner.

Graciela felt the feather barely brush against her pussy lips and felt herself opening up. A version of being deflowered she thought randomly. When the feather made quick back and forth motions right where her clit was, oh, yes, beautiful surrender she thought again, randomly.

"Enjoy baby, but for the most part just concentrate on the pleasure points." Xavier's voice was almost hushed but Graciela, still blindfolded, nodded in response.

Xavier ignored his throbbing cock and knelt in between Graciela's open legs. To just take his cock out and fuck her now is what he wanted to do. But instead he lowered his head within an inch of her vanilla scented pussy that blended with her own sweet fresh essence, and inhaled. He opened his mouth and exhaled on her pussy lips and Graciela bucked upwards in response, striking his mouth with her pussy. Xavier's tongue automatically sought her opening as Graciela squirmed more in tandem with her louder moans feeling Xavier's hands cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing them. His tongue barely ran along her open slit, tasting her. Should he do the 69 now, he wondered. No. He reluctantly raised his head and released his hold on her ass. With his right hand. he placed the feather on her engorged lips as his left hand pressed against the bulge in his pants.

Graciela tried closing her legs, but the bindings didn't allow for it and she writhed in anticipation. Her full breasts with erect nipples swaying tantalizing with each restrained movement. "Baby, please........"

Xavier lowered himself to lick her clit...........to press it between his lips.....inhaling her vanilla tinged essence deeply again.

He took the feather and brushed it against her hardened nipples and Graciela moaned and swayed hypnotically to some imagined music in her head.

His tongue flicked longer and more hurried on her clit as he imagined her vibrator would do if she were alone and in need. Her anguished groans told him she was close when all of a sudden he felt a spurt of pussy juices on his chin as he sucked on her clit. Graciela was a squirter! He'd not known that. He sucked her clit then drove his tongue over her pussy lips and into the opening. Graciela tried thrashing around but her movements were restricted.......he sucked, licked and nibbled her pussy. He felt her body tense for long seconds, then she let out a long 'aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm'.

She half giggled, half moaned as Xavier continued sucking her pussy juices noisily. He stopped when she relaxed back into the bed, grinning widely.

Xavier cupped his hand over his mouth and inhaled her scent deeply. Onto the next pleasure point, he thought as he walked to the dresser.

Graciela measured her orgasms as small bursts or long extended comet trails. This was a small burst for sure, but there was no denying it only served to moisten her pussy. She ached to feel him inside her, but bit her tongue, literally, to keep from begging him to fuck her. Of course he would...........but when. She writhed with anticipation waiting...

Xavier took a sliver of ice from the ice cooler in which stood a bottle of pinot grigio.....Graciela's favorite. By the time he walked back to the bed, it melted in his hand holding it so tightly. He chuckled and walked back for another larger rectangular piece. It felt so cold, it burned his skin. He knelt before Graciela and ran the ice cube over her pussy lips and her involuntary upwards thrust almost made him drop the cube.

"Ohhhhh!" she cried. Her pussy lips were numb from the extreme chill. She felt moisture leaking and knew it was not her pussy juices. A melting ice cube. She bit harder on her lip and swayed as Xavier moved the ice cube over her clit. Cold, so cold, she thought. "Mmmmm," she moaned.

She gasped when Xavier inserted the ice cube into her pussy's opening. Oh my, she thought. She held her breath as the ice cube was automatically expelled by her pussy. She heard Xavier laugh as the ice cube reentered her pussy.....deeper as his now cold fingers pushed it inwards.

"AAAHHHH," she groaned. This cold object was rapidly melting, but not quick enough........she swayed, sure she couldn't bear this for another moment. She swore it felt like when you are sucking on a piece of hard candy that gets lodged in your throat and the panic sets in when not able to breathe. She inhaled, inhaled......but couldn't let her breath go. As the cube finally melted leaving its cool liquid being overtaken by her hot pussy juices, Graciela exhaled, gasping.

Xavier watched her face amazed. She struggled to free her pussy of this small piece of ice for it was causing her discomfort, but there was no mistaking the reaction of her body. Her nipples hardened as if he'd placed the cube upon each one..........she held her breath the same when she was about to climax as she pulled against her binds trying to express her arousal. He was sure she'd gushed more hot pussy juices if only to hasten the ice cube melting inside her.

He watched her settle down and took his fondue fork and dipped a strawberry into the chocolate syrup. He'd extinguished the tealight so as not to scorch Graciela's skin when he touched her breasts with the chocolate covered strawberry. He removed the strawberry from the fork and held it in his mouth by the wider end, careful not to bite hard into it. He knelt to Graciela's right side and ran the dripping chocolate across her right breast. The heat did not burn, but it was hot enough to make Graciela react. While Graciela didn't say anything, her body spoke volumes as she tried sitting up, but only her head moved as if she were trying to get to the fruit in his mouth. The chocolate syrup marked her breast in a random wavy pattern.

Xavier still held the chocolate covered strawberry and moved it around her nipples, watching them harden anew. He moaned and then brought the strawberry up to Graciela's lips. She parted them open and bit into the exposed half briefly touching Xavier's lips with her own. She chewed on the strawberry, moaning aloud, then swallowed. Xavier placed the other half upon her lips and again she opened her mouth, taking the succulent strawberry into her mouth as she chewed and swallowed it. The cheshire cat smile lingered on her lips as tantalizing as the bit of chocolate syrup she licked off her lower lip. Xavier licked off all the chocolate syrup that marked her breasts, nibbling along the way, watching how the skin puckered up into his mouth as he sucked a bit more forcefully. Graciela gyrated slowly, straining to bring her legs together but meeting the same resistance from the bindings that kept her legs spread wide open, invitingly for Xavier's view.

Xavier stood up and decided to cut short his plans for the rest of the night. One more pleasure, yes, but then he was going to fuck her hard. The erection in his pants more than he could bear.

He walked to the dresser again and picked up the nipple clamps attached with a chain that connected the two clamps to a third, in a Y configuration. The lower end would attach to her engorged clit. Graciela's nipples were so taut and hard as he placed one then the other clamp on her. She sharply inhaled and moaned. She'd been doing quite a bit of moaning this evening.........the need for words not necessary.

"One more baby," Xavier whispered. When the third clamp pinched her clit, Graciela screamed aloud and again tried sitting up.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she exclaimed.

Xavier watched her lying on the bed as he stood over her. He wondered if it would hurt her if he fucked her still wearing the clamps. What the hell was he supposed to do with her wearing the clamps? He'd never thought to ask and the packaging only illustrated how to attach them. That was a no-brainer. But what should he do now? He watched Graciela move sensually trying to bear the mild pain that was shooting from her breasts to her clit........she bit her lip as she groaned.

What the fuck should he do now?

Xavier removed his clothing and positioned himself between her legs. He used his tongue to lick sensual circles on her right leg, on the inner thigh, occasionally nibbling. Her vanilla scented pussy smelled exquisite as he inhaled deeply before making his way to her other leg, continuing the same lazy spirals with his tongue on the left inner thigh. He raised himself up, careful not to tug on the clamps or chain and inserted the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Her pussy lips parted easily and Graciela bucked upwards so his cock briefly entered, then withdrew when she settled back onto the bed.

He slowly began pushing his cock in and out, trying to show restraint as he lowered his mouth to her right nipple and tugged on the clamp there. Graciela opened her mouth, but no sound was made. He sucked on the side of her breast amazed at how he wanted to show her tenderness........or was he still teasing her? His cock continued its slow ministrations in her pussy which drenched him with its hot juices. He'd once opened an oven to check on the progress of his meal but was too close and the same heat he remembered feeling on his face, he swore enveloped his cock inside her pussy right now.........it felt like a raging inferno.

His pace quickened and he pushed his cock deeper into her pussy, now showing less restraint grinding pelvic bone to pelvic bone. Graciela thrashed her head from side to side, still blindfolded and straining against the scarves that were tied tightly to the bedframe and posts.

He felt his cock throbbing inside her and could feel her soft inner walls closing, clenching on his cock everytime she tightened her pussy muscles. He decided to leave the clamps on. He moved inside her more forcefully and she responded as he'd expect his virgin, whore and slut would.

"More," she implored. He complied by fucking her deeper, longer and grunting with his impending climax.

Graciela gritted her teeth as hard as her pussy muscles held onto his slickened cock moving in and out of her. She took short breaths, then screamed aloud his name. That propelled him over the edge as he lowered his head to her neck and sucked it hard.

"YES!!" she screamed and writhed against him, the pain of the clamps momentarily forgotten with the pleasures emanating from deep within her pussy and clit.

Xavier abandoned all thoughts as he entrenched his cock inside her pussy as he spurted forth a stream of hot cum that filled her up completely. It trickled out coating the pussy lips now thoroughly wet.

Graciela felt his body weight collapse atop hers and the clamps now very much pressing into her skin, biting into her nipples. Her clit, too, felt afire with pain.

"Xavier, baby?" she began as she squirmed.

Xavier chuckled as he moved off her and gingerly removed each clamp from her sensitive pleasure points. Her relief was audible and while still in her state of exposure, her body was awash in heightened sensitivity but felt sated and satisfied. As Xavier grabbed one arm to undo the scarf that was tied to her wrist, she smiled from beneath the blindfold. He must've had one awesome massage himself this evening, thought Graciela.