Chapter 15

The sheets felt cool and silken beneath Miranda's rapidly heating body. The smoldering fire in Luc's eyes as he examined every inch of her did nothing to cool her off. His gaze never left her as he slowly removed his clothes, revealing a body more magnificent than she'd imagined. Muscular chest covered with soft, dark hair that arrowed over a flat abdomen to a most impressive erection. The broad head was a delicious shade of purple and topped a thick shaft with veins that visibly pulsed. This was a man who obviously took his sex seriously.

"I understand you are searching for the perfect lover. A difficult task but well worth the effort if it produces results. I am hoping your search ends here."

He knelt on the bed between her legs and bent her knees, so she was exposed as she'd been on the lunch table. With a gentle touch Luc opened the lips of her pussy wide and stared into her vaginal opening.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "I shall enjoy doing such wonderful things to it."

He explored every inch of it with his fingertips, tracing lines along the outer lips, probing the slick canal and massaging her clit which was already demanding attention. He pinched it and tugged on it, rolling it this way and that, peeling back the tiny protective hood so every sensitive nerve in it was completely unprotected. Then he leaned forward and took it in his mouth, sucking so hard Miranda felt her hips lift from the bed.

"The moment I saw you I knew you would be responsive," Luc told her. "Will you let me play this body like a finely tuned instrument?"

"Y-Yes. I will." She was already so aroused she could hardly get the words out.

"Perhaps your search for the perfect lover will end here," he said.

"Perhaps," she murmured, wetting her lips.

He climbed off the bed, flicked on a wall switch and immediately soft music floated into the room. Next he lit the row of candles on a table near the bed. And finally he threw open the doors of an armoire revealing an array of sex toys the likes of which Miranda had never seen. Her eyes widened. Things were about to get very interesting.

Luc first produced four lengths of satin cord which he used to bind her ankles and wrists to the bedposts, leaving enough play so her knees were still bent. He removed several items from the armoire and set them on the nightstand but the one that made Miranda gasp was a long peacock feather, tipped with pearls.

"Have you ever been fucked with a feather?" His eyes glittered as he watched her.

"No. No, I haven't." She couldn't take her eyes away from the long, plumed instrument.

"You'll find it an amazing experience, especially with the tiny seed pearls rubbing against the inner walls of your cunt. And how wonderful that I'm the one to introduce you to this experience."

Miranda quivered with anticipation as Luc stood at the foot of the bed and reached the feather toward her. She felt the softness of it tickle the lips of her pussy, setting up tiny quakes within her slick channel. With excruciating slowness Luc slid it inside her, the feathers like ghostly fingers, the seed pearls bumping against her vaginal walls, bringing forth a flood of her juices. In and out, in and out, each time reaching in a little farther. It was torture waiting for each stroke and the helplessness caused by her restraints only increased her arousal. She was sure she would come just from the feather itself.

Luc knew just how to manipulate the feather to get the maximum effect of the pearls attached to it. The feeling was like a thousand tiny fingertips all stimulating her at the same time. The soft music floating into the room and the magnolia scent of the candles combined to float Miranda on a sea of erotic sensation.

Through hooded eyes she saw Luc take his cock in his free hand and begin to stroke it slowly from tip to root, an unhurried motion, as if denying himself too much pleasure but wanting to participate in hers. A tiny pearlescent drop of precum bubbled through the dark slit and Miranda longed to lick it with her tongue, swallowing his essence.

"Let me put my mouth on you," she begged, even as her body strained to take the feather deeper inside her.

"Not yet," he told her. "Not until you are out of your mind with need."

He moved the feather farther inside her, then squeezed the thin handle and feather, pearls and all, began to vibrate.

"Oh my God," Miranda cried, straining to close her legs, to squeeze her thighs together. But the satin cords held fast.

Luc climbed up between her knees and opened her vulva, watching her slick vaginal walls milk the dancing feather, fluid running onto his fingers.

"I know how badly you want to come, my love, but we are far from that point."

When it seemed he'd satisfied himself that she was in a high state of arousal, hanging on the precipice of fulfillment, he reached over to the nightstand and picked up two items. Miranda, panting from her stimulation, turned her head to see a long, narrow dildo and a tube of lubricant.

He held them before her eyes and she watched with anticipation as he generously covered the dildo with the lube until he was satisfied it was ready. With one hand he reached down and spread the cheeks of her ass, while the other pressed the tip of the dildo against the tight ring of her anus. Slowly and steadily he pushed it inside her, working it gently against her tissues. Arrows of electricity shot through Miranda as she trembled under the dual assault of the feather and the dildo.

Her orgasm was building steadily, even though she longed for something more than the feather in her pussy. But Luc, watching the flush suffuse her body and knowing the effect of the stimulation he was providing, suddenly stopped it all.

"No!" Miranda cried, as he slipped the feather and the dildo from her, leaving her open and needy.

Two fingers probed the depths of her pussy, testing her readiness, feeling her slickness and the tiny vibrations of her inner walls.

"Ah, yes, you want to come very badly, do you not?"

"Yes, please," she sobbed.

"Soon, my lovely. Very soon."

Exposing her clit again he bent his head and took the hard nub in his mouth and began to lick and suck at it.

Miranda's hips lifted as she pushed against him. "Put your fingers back inside me," she pleaded. "Give me your cock. Oh, God, you're torturing me."

Luc chuckled, the sound vibrating against her cunt, and continued to tease and torment the hard little nub until Miranda thought she would scream. He was relentless with his tongue and his teeth, now nibbling, now licking, now nipping, now sucking. She was sweating and panting as she tried to find the edge of the cliff and launch herself over it.

And then, again, he stopped.

"No," she cried. "Please."

"I think we should add a little something more," he told her, climbing off the bed. In seconds he bent over her, holding a set of gold nipple clamps set with the same pearls as the feather. Working her nipples to a swollen, aroused state, he carefully fastened one clamp on each one, nipping the tips with his teeth as he tightened the bars.

Miranda sucked in her breath at the bite of pleasure-pain and began thrusting her hips again.

"Do you want something to fill that marvelous pussy, my love? Of course you do."

The toy Luc lifted next was one Miranda had used only once before but it excited her beyond belief-a double dildo made of a jelly-like substance. Her body clenched with anticipation as he slid one end into her already lubricated rectum and the other into her juicy pussy. Smiling down at her, he pressed a button at the midpoint of the dildo and both extensions began to vibrate.

Her hips began their rhythmic jerking again and Luc added to the sensation by scraping his fingernails over the swollen, throbbing tips of her nipples. As she opened her mouth to cry out, he covered it with his, thrusting his tongue inside and sweeping it through every inch of that hot, wet cavern. She twined her tongue with his sucking at it, drawing him into her as her body jerked and shook under the intense vibrations and the pleasurable bite of pain penetrating her nipples, radiating through her breasts.

When Luc lifted his head she yanked on the cords binding her wrists, desperate to reach for him and pull his mouth back to hers. But she could hardly form a coherent thought as sensations rippled through her, pushing her closer and closer to her climax.

And again he stopped it all, removing the double dildo but leaving the nipple clamps in place. Being careful not to give her too much of his weight, he straddled her body and slid his cock through the valley of her breasts toward her mouth.

"Just a little pleasure, Miranda. I am too close to coming. But I have to feel your mouth on me."

She greedily sucked him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the thick shaft and over the silken head. Precum dripped onto her tongue and she reveled in the salty flavor. As she pulled on his shaft with her lips, he massaged her breasts and pulled on her throbbing nipples. But when she felt his cock begin to swell more and the muscles in his buttocks tighten he lifted himself away from her.

"And now it's time," he told her.

Sliding down her body he slipped a condom over his cock and thrust himself inside her fully, his testicles slapping against the cheeks of her bottom. Bracing himself on one forearm and using the other hand to tug and pull at her clit, he began to fuck her with hard, steady strokes, watching her face, her eyes, waiting for just the right moment.

At the exact point she was sure she would lose her mind, he quickened his pace and with one final, hard thrust took her over the edge. As her orgasm exploded within her, Miranda felt as if she was hurled into space, buffeted by strong winds, every muscle in her body convulsing, her liquid heat bathing Luc's cock as it pulsed inside her.

She had the oddest sensation that her body was turning itself inside out as the spasms went on endlessly, every nerve trailing fire, her cunt gripping Luc's cock like a vise.

Coming down to earth took a long time. Aftershocks rolled over her, the intensity of her orgasm still gripping her. Luc lay panting next to her and she could feel the thumping of his heart where he pressed against her.

At last he lifted his head and smiled. "Was it worth it, Miranda? Did the orgasm exceed your wildest dreams?"

Not quite, she wanted to say. But it was definitely up there.

Only at the moment she couldn't find breath to speak a word.

After a long time, he climbed off the bed, removed the satin cords. He'd released the nipple clamps while the aftershocks still rippled through her body, licking the throbbing buds and tossing the clamps aside. Then he lifted her in his arms. "I think we must attend to this poor, exhausted body."

"And then we will see the pearl?" She couldn't lose site of her objective.

He nodded. "And then we will see the pearl."

He filled the giant tub in his bathroom with warm water, sprinkling scented bath salts into the water before he lowered her into it. He climbed in behind her, pulling her to his chest and began to rub aloe soap into her body.

He left no inch untouched, paying careful attention to each and every crevice and crack. Skilled at what he was doing, as he bathed her pussy and her ass. Probing her with slick fingers, he brought her again and again to small, pleasurable orgasms until she couldn't tell where one ended and the next began.

Finally, when she was so limp she didn't think she'd be able to move again, he was ready to let her rest. He dried her with big, warm towels and helped her into her clothes, which somehow, miraculously, had made their way up from the patio, showering her with kisses as he tended to her.

And then he showed her the pearl.