IN HIS KEEPING: BANISHED

The limo had just pulled up to the front door when her purse began to buzz and vibrate.  Sylvie fumbled for her phone as four security guards hurried to help her out of the car and escort her in.  There was a text waiting for her.  Short and to the point it said ‘I want you naked!  Be there soon!’  Sylvie giggled as she entered the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse.  Before she could respond to the first text, a second came in.  ‘I’m going to ravish you!’  Sylvie grinned and sent him a smiling, blue-eyed emoji.  She was batting her long lashes and surrounded by red hearts.  As she got into the apartment, another text came in.  ‘You’ve been a very naughty girl.  Get those clothes off now!’  Oops!  He must have seen her drinking the extra glass of champagne.  Or maybe one of his clandestine operatives had squealed on her.  Hell, she’d only had four…or was it five maybe?  So she’d had an extra glass or two of champagne.  Big frigging deal.  She searched for an emoji giving him the finger, but flipping him the bird if he was already pissed at her was a bad idea.  Sylvie opted instead to send him one that was blushing, with downcast eyes that made it look contrite.  Sylvie had morphed into a kiss-ass!  But she’d do anything to spare her behind one of his ‘lessons.’

Sylvie was already in the bedroom taking off her clothes when the phone buzzed with yet another text.  When did the normally taciturn Connor Hudson become such a chatterbox?  ‘Get in bed.  I want you on your knees.  Elbows down.  Ass up!’  What the hell?  She didn’t like the sound of that.  She tried to consider her options, but didn’t really have any so she removed her bra, took down her panties, and climbed onto the bed.  She got on all fours then lowered her head and balanced herself on her elbows.  Her knees were pressed tightly together, so close she couldn’t have fit a dime between them if she tried.  Her ass was sticking up in the air, her butt cheeks clamped tight trying to prevent any part of her rear end from flashing or winking at him.  The very thought made her blush.  She felt vulnerable…exposed.  Very exposed!  She could feel cool air on her nether lips.  Sylvie squeezed her thighs together, not that it did her much good.  Her hairless cunny was still on display.

This was sooooo humiliating!  Downright demeaning!  Why did she let him do things like this to her?  Connor told her to jump and she meekly asked how high.  When was she going to get a backbone?  Sylvie was such a doormat!  She wondered if her brother Matt did this kind of stuff to Kelly?  Or Mark to Rebecca?  Or Sean to Sara?  Or Luke to Jessie?  Were dominance and submission and bare-assed spankings part of their relationships too?  Did normal people do this shit?  Maybe her brothers did.  They were all manly men.  They were good-looking, had well-muscled bodies, liked to hunt, fish, and guzzle beer.  They’d probably score way up there on the macho meter.  But they were a pretty straight-laced lot.  She couldn’t imagine them doing anything kinky to their wives.  Not that her sisters-in-law would allow it.  At least she didn’t think they would…would they?  And Sean and Sara?  No way was that happening!  If Sean tried to subjugate her sister, Sara would feed him his balls for breakfast.  Well, Sylvie was pretty sure that would be her sister’s reaction.  Sara cried at the drop of a hat, but she was also a ballbuster.  That’s why her brothers referred to her as ‘der Fuhrer’ when she pissed them off.  Sylvie couldn’t imagine Sean wailing on her butt.  Not if he wanted to keep his teeth!  Sylvie didn’t have the nerve to ask anyone in her family about it.  What if this kind of thing wasn’t normal?  They’d think she was a sicko freak!  Maybe nice people didn’t spank, or flog, or plug their lovers’ butts; or have strange fetishes or engage in BDSM—no matter what the internet said.  Maybe it was just deviants and degenerates…like her!  An image popped into her head that made her gag.  Leona as a submissive kneeling on all fours, her father playing the role of dom.  Yuck!  Bad visual!  Then another appeared…even worse!  Of her Mom and Dad.  Argh!  Her mother would never have done anything even remotely like this.  She was a Republican!  A Conservative Republican!  She believed in family values!  Hell, she was very nearly a saint!  So what did that make Sylvie?  The only pervert in the Jenkins clan!

If her mother wasn’t dead already, this would definitely kill her.  She was probably up in heaven right now, staring down at her younger daughter’s bare ass, shaking her head, and wondering where she went wrong.  And her father?  He’d probably disown her if he knew she engaged in such lurid behavior.  Maybe she hadn’t been born into the family after all, but had been left on the doorstep just like her older brothers used to tease her when she was little.  That was the only way to explain it.

Sylvie kept telling herself she hated this, that it was humiliating, demeaning, and degrading.  But her body wasn’t buying it.  Her lady stuff was getting wetter by the minute, her clit throbbing in anticipation of the pleasure to come.  It was almost like she was hanging a sign on her bare ass saying WELCOME!

Sylvie wondered if all the years she’d spent hanging out at Tiz’s, surrounded by pottery dicks had somehow warped her.  She’d touched hundreds of them.  Standard six-inch ones to huge twelve-inchers.  At her aunt’s direction she’d moved armies of rigid penises from place to place.  Held them both gently and gingerly as she rubbed them free of dust and debris before her aunt fired them in the kiln.  Carefully brushed them with glazes.  Prepared them for shipment, affixing tags that told about the piece and the artist who’d created them.  Sylvie could remember gently winding tissue paper around each one before wrapping them in bubble wrap and packing them into shipping boxes.  Maybe she’d seen so many cold, hard, lifeless cocks during her formative years that now that she had a warm flesh and blood penis of her very own to play with, she didn’t want to part with it.  In fact, she’d do whatever she had to— to keep it all to herself!  No matter how distasteful or unseemly!

How bad was she, blaming a little old lady for her own moral failings?  A sweet, dotty old lady who’d been nothing but kind to her; and who’d left her, if not rich, then very comfortable.  This wasn’t Tiz’s fault.  Her cousin Meagan was as promiscuous as they come and she’d never visited Tiz or been exposed to her clay dicks.  No, whatever made Sylvie this way wasn’t Tiz’s doing.

Sylvie could feel herself dripping.  Damn it!  No matter what she said, some part of her really liked this!  Maybe it was the result of too much champagne or being alone night after night.  Whatever it was, she didn’t need to advertise it!  She quickly crawled to the edge of the bed and grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand.  She steadied herself on her knees and one elbow as she furiously tried to wipe away all evidence of her arousal.  It didn’t work.  The more she wiped the faster her juices seemed to flow.  Her body had a mind of its own!  It wouldn’t cooperate!  Sylvie repeatedly dabbed at her privates, then rubbed trickles of liquid from her thighs.  The tissue was saturated when she finished.  She looked around frantically for a place to discard it, but the wastebasket was clear across the room.  She didn’t dare get off the bed…he’d be here any minute.  He’d take a dim view of her not being precisely where and in the exact position he’d told her to be.  Out of options, she wadded it up and tossed it under the bed.  Unsanitary to be sure, but it would do in a pinch.  She was scuttling back to the center of the bed when she heard movement behind her.

‘Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,’ he clucked.  ‘You are quite the naughty little girl tonight.  Disobeying and defying me about the champagne.  And then littering!  I’ll have you know I abhor littering!  What was it you threw under the bed just now?’ he asked.  ‘What is it you’re trying to hide?’ He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her to the foot of the bed.

Sylvie was struggling to keep her legs together, but he was forcing them apart.

‘Well, well, what have we here?’ he chortled.  ‘Was this what you were trying to conceal?’  He slipped two long, thick fingers up inside her and began to work them in and out.

Sylvie gasped at the swiftness of his assault.  God, he’d just walked through the door and he was already on her.  No hello, howdy do, how are you?  She wanted to be outraged, or angry, or even a little annoyed, but she couldn’t.  It felt good.  No, it felt better than good; it felt wonderful!  She could hear someone moaning with pleasure.  Oh Christ…it was her!

‘Like that do we?’ he asked, abruptly withdrawing his fingers.

Sylvie muttered in protest.

‘Pleasure is for good little girls, not naughty little brats like you.  I saw what you did with the tissues Sylvie.  Were you wet?  Was that what you were trying to hide?’

Sylvie didn’t respond.  She wasn’t about to tell Connor that she’d been drenched.  She couldn’t admit that assuming such an obscene pose excited her.  It didn’t excite her, not smart Sylvie, not the Sylvie who’d graduated Summa Cum Laude from Brockport and wore granny drawers.  It was the other one, her evil twin…slightly slutty Sylvie that liked this shit!

‘I’d like an answer Sylvie.’  He punctuated his words with a resounding slap to her vulnerable ass.

‘Yes!’ she yowled

‘And you wiped it away?  Why?’

Sylvie didn’t know how to answer.  ‘Because…um,’ the explanation eluded her.  ‘I ah…ah felt wet.’  That sounded dumb.  ‘And drippy,’ she added.  ‘I was very drippy.’  He eyed her skeptically.  ‘I didn’t want to make a mess.  I was afraid I’d ruin the covers.’

‘I see.  Well that certainly clarifies things!’ he smirked.  ‘And just what was it that made you so wet and drippy pray tell?’

‘I don’t know,’ she squeaked.

‘Liar!’  His right hand gave her bottom three hard swats.  ‘Get me the tissues, now!’

Sylvie cringed, but obeyed.  She scuttled off the bed, got on her knees and searched under the bed for the damp wad of paper.  Retrieving it, she sheepishly handed it to him.

‘You’re right, this is sopping wet.  But why should that embarrass you?  Does it surprise you?  It certainly doesn’t surprise me.  You can deny it all you want, Sylvie.  Lie to yourself if you will.  But you like this…need it.  You want to be subjugated…want to be taken.  Deep inside you there’s a sexual submissive struggling to get out.  You can’t hide it.  The proof’s right here,’ he said, holding up the soggy tissues.  ‘I know what turns you on and it isn’t equality, regardless of what your Women’s Studies professors told you.  You like being dominated.  Like that I intimidate you.  That little tingle of fear you feel every time I issue an order or am displeased, gets your juices flowing.’

Sylvie looked shocked.  That wasn’t true!  No!  Absolutely not!  Never in a million, billion, gazillion years!  She was not a submissive!  No way!  No how!  She had a news flash for him: she wasn’t doing this for her gratification.  No!  The person who got his rocks off seeing her posed like a bitch in heat, waiting to get boned  from behind was him not her!  He was the fucked up one in this couple.  The one with the freaky fetishes.  The one who was into bondage and discipline.  She was normal!  She could easily forgo all this kinky stuff.  She’d be happier with plain ole white bread sex.  This was for his benefit, definitely not hers!  She was not a submissive…sexual or otherwise.  If she’d been turned on and juicy…it was because she hadn’t seen him in two whole weeks and was looking forward to making love with him…nothing more!

‘What?  You think I wouldn’t notice your reaction.  Jesus, Sylvie, give me some credit.  I’m your dom.  It’s my job to know what arouses you and what doesn’t.  And trust me; I know that being told to kneel on a bed with your ass stuck up in the air to await a much-deserved spanking is a turn-on for you.  No matter how much you refuse to admit it.  Sure it hurts, but you love it.  See this,’ he said, holding up the tissues again.  ‘It’s exhibit number one.  I rest my case!’

Sylvie blushed.  Her chest, neck, cheeks, even the tips of her ears were all turning red.  She averted her eyes.  He was wrong.  Dead wrong!

‘Back on the bed,’ he said, reaching to unbuckle his belt and pull it from the loops.

Sylvie looked at him horrified, shaking her head no.

‘This is what happens to sassy brats who don’t do what they’re told,’ he said as he folded the belt, holding the buckle in his hand.

When he held it up for her to see, she gasped and appeared to wilt.

‘I explicitly told you that you were only to have one more glass of champagne.  Did I not?’

‘Yes, but I was thirsty,’ she whined, trying to come up with a valid excuse.

‘Oh, well that explains it then,’ he said sarcastically.  ‘You were thirsty and you thought that gave you leave to defy me?  I would have thought by now you’d understand that when I specifically tell you to do or not do something, that means you are to follow my instructions to the letter.  Nothing is to deter you from doing what you’re told.  Not an earthquake, or a UFO landing, or even a zombie apocalypse.  If you were thirsty, you should have asked a waiter or a bartender to get you some water.  But instead you chose to disregard my wishes.  Tell me.  How many more champagnes did you have?’

Sylvie chewed her lip.  Oh shit, he knows.  ‘I’m not sure,’ she said meekly.  ‘I think one, but maybe it was two.’

‘Two?  Really?  That’s your story?  Actually you had three more!’

‘But they were only half-full,’ she argued.  She wished she had one of those sneaky, blabbermouth, stool pigeon bodyguards here right now.  She’d throttle him!

‘On the bed.  Now!’

‘But Connor,’

‘No arguing!  Get your ass up on that bed.  Now!  And you will address me as sir!  Is that understood?’

Sylvie looked stunned and began backing away from him.

Connor grabbed her arm and pushed her down on the bed.  ‘I’m extremely displeased by your lack of decorum Sylvie, and you’re certainly not helping yourself by attempting to justify your bad behavior.’

Before she could respond, he brought the belt down five times on her bottom in rapid succession, striking both cheeks simultaneously.  ‘Stop!  Stop!’ she shrieked.  Blooming weals, ribbons of fire, streaked her ass.

‘If you can’t behave like a lady at a social gathering and not a lush, you won’t be allowed to go to parties.’  He continued to lash her behind, raising deep red welts wherever the belt landed.

She screamed and writhed, trying to escape the blows, but it was useless, Connor wouldn’t let up on her until he was damn good and ready.  Her sobs and entreaties fell on deaf ears.  Sylvie felt her toes touch the floor and tried to dance away from him, out of range, but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back into position.

‘Stay still!’ he commanded, his voice rising.  The belt came down another five times.

Sylvie was bawling.  ‘No more!  No more!’  The sting and burn were unbearable.

But Connor wasn’t done.  She was still wriggling and kicking, trying to avoid her punishment.  To his way of thinking, that meant she wasn’t contrite yet.  But she would be.  It was just a matter of time before she sobbed out her sorries and begged for forgiveness.  He gave her another five whacks, this time across her thighs.

She wept and wailed.

‘Why are you being punished?’

Between choked sobs she told him.  ‘Because I disobeyed you sir.’

‘You did indeed.’  The belt struck three more times, landing where bottom met thigh.  He didn’t want her drinking to excess.  Not unless he was right beside her and able to watch over her, and intercede on her behalf; not when he was halfway across the room.  Sylvie couldn’t hold her liquor.  Wine went right to her head, making her tipsy after only two or three drinks.  He was afraid she’d get into her cups and some lowlife would attempt to take advantage of her, molest her in some way.  The girl was too damn trusting.  He was pissed when he saw Jameson putting the moves on her and even more so when he watched his own best friends trying to manhandle her.  The scary thing was she didn’t even realize it was happening.  She was oblivious.  Sylvie needed to be in full control of her faculties at all times when she was around men.  After tonight he was sure she wouldn’t reach for a fourth, let alone a fifth, drink again.  He stared down at her bottom.  He’d really done a number on her.  She must have at least 20 welts covering her ass and thighs.  But she’d yet to say the magic words that would end her ordeal.  She was being unusually stubborn tonight.  He wasn’t giving her a pass, even though he knew there hadn’t been much champagne in the flutes.  He’d given her an order and she’d willfully chosen to ignore it.  He wouldn’t tolerate that.  Her bottom looked angry and sore.  But if the pain wasn’t sufficient inducement to get her to say she was sorry, maybe he needed to use a different tact.  He dropped the belt on the floor.  ‘Get up and go stand in the corner.  Hands at your sides,’ he ordered.  ‘And don’t even think of rubbing your butt.  If I see your hands anywhere near your ass we will repeat the lesson,’ Connor warned.  ‘You’d best spend your time thinking about why I had to punish you again.  And what you need to do to improve your behavior and save your bottom from future painful chastisements.  Then you and I will have a serious discussion about making sure this doesn’t happen again.’

Sylvie jumped up and shuffled toward the far corner.  Every step was torture.  Her ass hurt so much; but that pain was more bearable than what was happening inside her.  Her heart was breaking, splintering into a million pieces.  She’d been so happy he was coming over.  That they would finally be together again.  Would make love.  She missed him so.  Sylvie had hoped it would be incredibly romantic.  But it wasn’t.  It was horrible.  It was cruel.  Just like him singing ‘I’m so in love with you,’ and then walking away, leaving her standing like a fool on the dance floor.  He was always building her hopes up only to dash them.  What was the matter with him?  Was he so corrupted?  So sick in his soul?  So twisted that he thought this was right?  That it was okay to hurt her?  How could he think she wanted this?  She wasn’t a sub.  She wasn’t turned on by pain, by being whipped and beaten.  She hated it.  And she hated him.

She stood there a full 15 minutes, listening to him moving around the room and undressing.  By the time he called her out of the corner, he was sitting on the bed naked.

‘Do you have anything you want to say to me?’

‘I’m sorry sir.’  The words came out flat.  There was no emotion in her voice at all.  She’d stopped crying.  She wasn’t even whimpering.  Her features were stone-like.  The look she gave him, cold as ice.

Connor was surprised at her demeanor.  She didn’t look the least bit remorseful.  Was she really going to give him an attitude now?  You’d think after having her ass roasted, she’d be chastened, humbled!  But not this obstinate little hellcat.  ‘Pouting doesn’t become you!’ he informed her, his tone acerbic.  ‘Obviously, a spanking and spending time in the corner wasn’t enough to make you see the error of your ways.  I think maybe you need to take a break from the parties.  I know you weren’t scheduled to attend the museum gala, but I think perhaps you’d better skip the cancer benefit as well until you learn to behave yourself and do as you’re told.  And if you don’t mend your ways little girl, you won’t be going to anymore parties at all!  Have I made myself clear?’

‘Perfectly,’ she said her jaw clenching.  She turned away from him and walked off.

‘And just where the hell do you think you’re going?’ he bellowed.  ‘I haven’t dismissed you yet!’

‘I need to go to the bathroom and then I want to go to bed…alone!‘

‘Sucks to be you then!  Because you don’t have that option,’ he said sternly.  ‘You’re mine.  Do you really think I’d ever allow you to deny me?’  He reached for her arm, but she stepped back, just out of his reach.  ‘You think that just because you’re in a snit that I’m going to let you have your way?  Wrong!’

‘You hurt me!’  She spat out the words.  ‘My ass is sore.  It hurts to move.  The last thing in the world I want is for you to touch me!’

‘Your ass is sore?’ he responded testily.  ‘Well now whose fault is that?  You got spanked because you deserved it.  You chose to blatantly disobey my orders.  Orders that were given to ensure your safety and wellbeing.’

Her rage erupted.  She was sick to death of hearing him try to justify the things he did to her.  Telling Sylvie it was her fault, that she’d brought it on herself.  Or, the real kicker, that he was doing this for her own good.  ‘You just want to control me.  Control everything I do,’ she confronted him.  ‘It has nothing to do with keeping me safe.  You look for reasons to punish me.  You use any excuse to wail the hell out of me.  You’re cruel and sadistic.  I did nothing wrong.  I stood on my feet for nearly four hours propping up a wall.  What did you expect me to do?  Stand there like a lump?  I didn’t drink that much.  Those glasses were only half-filled and I sipped them.  I wasn’t drunk.  I didn’t even have a buzz on.  You’re not being fair!’

Connor shook his head then grabbed her roughly by the arm.  Sylvie tried to pull away, but he wasn’t going to let that happen.  She thought he was going to spank her again.  Sylvie was fully prepared to do whatever it took to stop him, even if she had to break a lamp over his head.  But instead he sat her on his lap.  She let out a yelp when her butt landed on his thighs.  ‘First off, let’s get one thing straight, I am neither cruel nor a sadist.  I’m getting a little tired of having you accuse me of that.’  There was a hard edge to his voice, a sternness that made her shiver.  But this time she wasn’t backing down.  ‘You might not like the fact that I spank your ass from time to time, but it is necessary.  If you were honest with yourself you’d see that.’  He rubbed her arm then hugged her.  ‘I would much rather spank you for pleasure instead of for punishment.  But your actions don’t warrant that.  You keep wanting to test the limits…push my buttons.  See just how much I’ll let you get away with.  My response?  I don’t intend to let you get away with anything!  And you’re wrong.  The spanking I gave you has everything to do with my wanting to protect you and keep you safe.  There’s a murderer out there.  We don’t know what he looks like or when he’ll strike again so we have to be on our guard.  Even with bodyguards in the vicinity, trying to keep tabs on you, it’s hard to insure your safety, especially if you’re not cooperating!  I know you weren’t drunk.  I’ve seen you pie-eyed…remember?  You don’t get sullen, belligerent, or sloppy.  Wine just makes you happy and ebullient, like an over-eager puppy that can’t stop wagging its tail.  The problem is, when you drink more than you should, your guard goes down.  You’re already too trusting.  You need to be wary, cautious, and alert to the danger around you.  Bodyguards are assigned to you at every event, but they have to remain unobtrusive and inconspicuous.  They can’t hover around you.  They’re not right on top of you.  With so many people milling around, someone could get close enough to hurt you before they even had a chance to react.  So you need to be careful, you need to be hyper-aware of your surroundings.  You can’t do that if your ability is impaired.  And even if you discount and pooh-pooh the possibility of the murderer showing up at one of these parties, you have to understand that all men are predators and rich men are the worst!  Don’t be fooled by their money and manners.  They’re used to getting what they want.  They’re like wolves on the prowl.  When they see a slightly tipsy young woman, especially one as pretty as you, they move in for the kill.  They may not carry you off; but don’t delude yourself, they’d be copping feels, fondling your ass, rubbing up against you with their hard-ons, trying to shove their tongues down your throat.  You need to have the presence of mind to keep your distance from them.  I don’t want you hurt!  You can believe what you want, but the spanking wasn’t done out of malice.  When I beat your butt, it’s because I care about you and don’t want anything bad to happen to you.  I’m trying to keep you safe.  But you’re making it damn difficult!’

Connor sounded so sincere.  Sylvie lifted her head and looked into his eyes.  She didn’t see cruelty, just kindness and caring.  She was confused.  How could he beat her one minute and cuddle her the next?  She nodded, then rested her head on his chest.  ‘I understand,’ she said in a very small voice.  ‘I’m sorry.’

‘I know you are baby and I forgive you.’  He lifted her chin and brought his lips down on hers.

Inside, the part of her who’d almost minored in Women’s Studies was outraged.  No!  No!  He’s feeding you a line of bullshit.  Don’t believe him!  And definitely don’t forgive him!  Sylvie found herself responding to his kiss.  Her sex began to tingle.  You stop that right now!  Don’t you dare have sex with him!  Not after what he did to you!  Not after he beat and abused you.  He violated your personhood.  He doesn’t respect your equality!‘  But down below, her girly parts were telling her head to ‘give it a rest.’  She’d been waiting all day for this…for him.  She hadn’t had sex in two whole weeks and she was feeling needy and exceedingly horny.  Was she pissed?  Yes!  Was she going to tell him so?  Yes!  But not now.  Maybe later.  Right now her mind was on other things.  It was focused on the erection pressing against her side.  But there was a problem.  Her ass was still on fire.  How the hell could she have sex in her condition?  But Sylvie wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through her fingers.  He was here.  She was here.  They were good to go!  She’d just have to manage it somehow.  Her naughty bits needed stoking.  She kept thinking about the spanking.  Every time he visited he spanked her.  This was the most painful one yet.  Sylvie thought the hairbrush was bad, but the belt was a hundred times worse.  She was beginning to suspect that blistering her ass was his idea of foreplay.  Well, it certainly wasn’t hers!  It was no fun lying on a blistered bottom while he…

He stopped kissing her and whispered in her ear.  ‘I brought you a present that I think you’ll like.  Something we can play with and both enjoy.’  His words were rife with innuendo.  Whatever it was, he made it sound oh-so-sexy.

‘Play?’  That piqued her interest.

‘Yes play.  It’s like finger painting, only better.  Trust me, you’ll like it.’

‘I will?’

‘Definitely!  Get on your back on the bed and I’ll show you.’

‘On my back?’

‘Afraid so.’

She didn’t look so eager now.  Seeing her reticence Connor lifted her up and deposited her on the bed.  When her bottom hit the sheets, she screeched as though scalded.

‘Sorry baby, but you have to be on your back for this.  At least in the beginning.’

Sylvie looked like she was going to cry.  He brought his lips down on hers in a sympathetic kiss.  Then turned away from her and began fumbling with some bottles on the nightstand.  She hadn’t noticed them before.

‘First for my lady’s lips.’  He was holding a squeeze bottle of what looked like candy apple red cake decorating gel.  He squeezed a ribbon of it across her upper and lower lips and began rubbing it around with his fingers.  ‘Mmm strawberry,’ he said, licking his own lips.  Her tongue darted out and quickly tasted it.  It was pretty good.

‘And now something pink for those pert little nipples of yours.  The color was jarring, something between fuscia and magenta.  He squeezed some on her breasts, then used his fingertips to slather it on her nipple and areola.  He kissed one.  ‘Oooh, raspberry.  My favorite.’  He was grinning as he reached for the next one.

Connor opened the bottle and sniffed the contents.  ‘This one smells like chocolate.  It’s making my mouth water.  Spread your legs for me baby…nice and wide.’

Sylvie did as he asked, grimacing as her thighs rubbed against the sheets.  She couldn’t help whimpering at the pain.

He squeezed the brownish-colored gel onto her clit, mounding it as though her were trying to fashion a pretty rosette.  He kept squeezing more out till it overflowed onto her mound.  ‘I love chocolate,’ he told her as he put the bottle back.

He paused to study his possible choices.  Five bottles remained.  He thought the blue one might be blueberry and the beige banana.  The white one he wasn’t sure of.  Making up his mind, he grabbed the yellowish-pink one.  He opened it and waved the bottle under his nose the way a wine connoisseur would a good vintage.  ‘And now peach for a peach.’  He circled the opening of her passage with a thin ribbon of gel, then another, and another; finally squirting a big dollop of the concoction in the center of his masterpiece, filling and covering the entrance.  When he was done, he put that bottle aside and opened the purple one.  ‘I think this one’s grape.’  He was eyeing her lustily.

Sylvie watched him warily.  He’d already done her lips, nipples, clit, and vage, all her erogenous zones.  Where was he planning to put the grape flavored stuff?  Oh shit!  She nearly jumped off the bed when she felt him searching for her bottom hole.  Not there!  She clenched her butt as tight as she could.

Connor chuckled as he pried her still-red bottom cheeks apart and rubbed the purple gel all around her winking little rosebud.  She wasn’t liking this…no, not at all!  Sylvie was a prude when it came to any kind of anal play.  After he’d coated it several times.  He capped the bottle, wiped his fingers on a tissue, and propped himself up against the headboard.

Sylvie looked at him quizzically.  Then at her magenta tits, chocolate-smeared mound and peach-colored slit.  Was that it?  ‘What do we do now?’ she asked.

‘We wait.’

‘For what?’ the words had no sooner left her mouth when she felt her mouth begin to tingle with heat.  Then her nipples ignited.  They instantly hardened into peaks and began throbbing.  Her crotch was next.  Her clit was smoldering, ready to burst into flame.  What the hell was this stuff?  Her nether lips felt sizzling hot and then she felt her bottom hole flare.  The intensity of the heat was such that she couldn’t stay still.  She started wriggling on the bed; a five-alarm fire erupted on her ass.  Her nipples, lips, clit, and sex were all throbbing, the fire spreading, seeping into her, igniting and melting her core.  It felt so good, she was about to go into sensory overload!

He watched in fascination as her body undulated on the bed.  Her back arched.  Her shoulders rolling from side to side as her breasts heaved.  He could see the muscles of her thighs quivering.  Her bottom cheeks clenching and unclenching.  What a sweet morsel she was!  Like candy to be licked, and sucked, and savored.  His mouth descended on hers.  The pressure of his warm, wet lips intensified the heat.  She was burning up.  His tongue forced her lips apart, then sparred with hers.  She dragged her tongue over and around his, pushing and prodding, then sucking it voraciously.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  Sylvie was not usually this aggressive when it came to sex.  When he tried to pull away she grabbed the back of his head and wouldn’t let go.  She began grinding her lips into his, her teeth biting down on his tongue.  He was going nowhere.  Not unless she let him.  She suckled his tongue, guttural sounds of pleasure rising up from her throat.  He could feel the heat building on his own lips.  They were burning; but it was very sensual, more pleasure than pain.  Oh this was nice!  Very nice!  The kisses were so carnal and intense that it felt like they were already on the verge of coming…but they hadn’t even started yet.  Her teeth dug into his tongue.  If this went on much longer, she’d draw blood!  Connor plucked at her nipples and she mewled softly.  As their lips parted, they both looked at each other in surprise and began laughing.  It was as though someone had smeared the lower half of their faces with red paint.

‘Next course,’ Connor announced as he attacked her breasts.  He sucked and licked and nibbled her nipples until he had them so hyper-sensitized that one more lick was going to send her into a free fall.  She could hear her heart pulsing in her ears.  He bit into one nipping and tugging it with his teeth and pinched the other so hard with his fingers that she threw back her head and began moaning.  Her sex began to pulse and contract.  Skyrockets exploded inside her, sending sparks flying off in all directions.  Her skin felt hot, her blood boiling as the orgasm swept over her.  She convulsed, her body thrashing and shuddering.  Connor plunged two fingers into her passage just as her climax began to subside.  Sylvie clamped down on them hard.  As he began working them in and out, it started again, only this time with more intensity.  With a sharp intake of breath she was taken.  Shock waves of pleasure engulfed her.  She was spinning weightless, surrounded by cascading sparkles of shimmering light and it was…it was…glorious!

Sylvie was conscious of him splaying her legs apart and his fingers withdrawing.  Before she could protest, his tongue was at her opening, licking up one side and down the other.  Then he poked it inside her.  She could feel it thrusting, twisting, and curling.  By the time he pulled out, she could barely breathe.  ‘What a delicious little peach, so juicy and sweet,’ he told her just before he turned his attention to her hard little button.  Her clit began to twitch and tingle as he lapped at the chocolate then sucked and slurped it into his mouth.  His lips and tongue ratcheted up the heat.  Like blowing on a glowing ember, everywhere they touched burst into flame.  He suckled and nibbled at her clit, his mouth working its magic.  It was heavenly!  Between his saliva and her flowing juices, she was soaked.  She could feel it trickling down between her bottom cheeks, heating the gel and searing her butthole before pooling in a multicolored puddle on the sheets.  She was gasping for breath when his fingers began to alternately pinch and twist her nub.  She began to writhing, the movement causing her ass to sting and throb.  It was agony; it was…ecstasy!  She couldn’t take much more.  The harder he pinched the more her body tensed.  She was on a rollercoaster and she was heading up.  Higher and higher.  Sylvie could feel her muscles twisting and flexing uncontrollably in anticipation.  Her skin prickled as she neared the top, below her was a sheer drop, then suddenly she plummeted over.  Her body tensed and trembled as she flew apart.  The ride was dizzying; she was plunging and soaring all at once.  Her body was alive with sensation.

She was near delirious when she felt his cock pierce her.  Her insides were burning up.  It was as though their bodies were combusting.  Everything was on fire…her…him.  He pulled back and slammed into her again and again, driving deeper and deeper with every stroke.  Her pussy was tight as a vise, squeezing his cock as he continued his frenzied assault.  The friction and heat were almost overwhelming.  He kissed her hard, crushing her lips with his.  Then grabbed her bottom cheeks and lifted her up.  All she could feel was him filling her.  Every inch of him inside her.  The feeling was so sensuous, so carnal, so erotic.  She could feel the roller coaster moving again, taking her to new heights.  He pounded into her and suddenly she was flying.  Sylvie embraced him as she felt her body begin to plunge and pitch.  Her vaginal muscles tightened and pulsed, rhythmically squeezing and releasing his cock.  Connor roared as he exploded in pleasure, emptying himself inside her.  Shuddering, Sylvie let go.  Shockwaves, emanating from her core, jolted her body.  She could feel electric current buzzing in her blood.  In her fingers, in her toes, everywhere!  Muscles convulsed and contracted as specks of light flickered and danced behind closed eyes.  Sylvie’s head was spinning.  She felt euphoric!

Sated and content, they lay quiet.  Then Connor gently kissed her.  He stared down at Sylvie.  She with her spirit and sass, with her big blue eyes and perfect little ass.  There were times he felt almost afraid of this little wisp of a girl.  She had the power to upend his world, his life, and send him reeling.  She was becoming an entanglement; and as everyone knew, Connor Hudson didn’t like entanglements!