Taming Seraphine

SERAPHINE

I’m locked in Leroi’s dark gaze, every inch of my skin exploding with sparks. This can’t be real. This has to be a dream. No one has ever given me anything I wanted, especially at such a high cost.

Leroi hates chocolate. He won’t even allow it in his home, yet he’s put together a fountain that’s filling the air with the rich scent of cacao. Any minute now, he’s going to clutch his throat and collapse.

“Wait,” I ask. “How are your eyes not streaming?”

The corner of his lips lifts into a half-smirk. “I took lots of allergy pills.”

My breath shallows. “Oh.”

I take off my nightshirt, feeling a cool breeze tickle my skin, and sink down onto my knees. My heart gallops around my chest like a wild horse trying to break out of its fence.

Leroi cups my cheek and murmurs, “Good girl. Will you stay still while I bring the blindfold?”

I nod.

He walks to a table beside the leather bondage furniture and picks up the pink cat-eye mask I chose at Wonderland. As he approaches, my gaze drops to the perfect outline of his erection. I’m so lost in the sight of those thick veins protruding through the gray sweatpants, that it comes as a surprise when the blindfold covers my eyes.

“What happens now?” I whisper as he fastens it behind my head.

“I’m going to try out a few toys we bought together, including the clamps. Every time you make a pretty noise, I’ll reward you with something from the fountain.”

“Can it be chocolate-covered strawberries, please?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Anything you want. Do I need to remind you of your safe words?”

When I shake my head, Leroi helps me to my feet, and we walk a few steps forward. Being blindfolded is new for me, it’s different from spending hours in the dark. I’m completely dependent on Leroi and can’t see where I’m going, but tiny chinks of light stream through the gaps between the suede and my face, bringing me a sense of security.

The warmth of his hands sinks into my bare skin as he helps me onto the bondage table. I lie back on the butter-soft leather and let Leroi arrange my legs in the stirrups.

“How does that feel?” He strokes my thigh.

“Alright,” I whisper as my belly dips with each of his touches. “Is it time for the clamps?”

His thumb and fingers close in around my nipple, detonating sparks of pleasure. My spine arches off the leather backrest and I moan, unable to control my delight.

“Not yet.” His hot breath fans against my ear, and his voice is husky and filled with promise. “First, I want you to focus on your breathing. Relax and let go of your thoughts while I adjust the straps.”

Ignoring the shivers running down my spine and the wetness gathering in my folds, I inhale a deep breath, just as Leroi taught me in the rooftop garden. He remains close, the heat of his body warming my side as my muscles unwind.

Leroi takes his time exploring my body with his hands and mouth as he fastens each strap. He kisses my nipples, my fingertips, the insides of my knees, and my toes, alternating between giving me pleasure and buckling up the restraints.

I’m lost in the clink of metal, the warm caress of his fingers, and the heat of his mouth on my skin. Each touch intensifies the arousal coiling within me, and pressure builds deep in my core. Before I know it, I’m bound and utterly vulnerable.

The scraping of wood against wood from below makes me think he’s pulling the table of toys closer. My anticipation heightens with several shuddering gasps. Something leathery and soft trails over my inner thigh, setting my skin alight. This has to be the suede flogger the sales clerk promised me I would love.

She was right, and I want more.

“Are you ready for the clamps?” he asks.

My nipples harden in response, and I give him an eager nod.

“Good girl.” His lips press on my forehead. “I know how much you enjoyed them in the store.”

I lick my lips, already knowing I won’t be using the safe word.

Leroi places the clamps on each nipple, letting the rubber-covered tips pinch my skin with a delicious amount of pressure. The sensation is an exquisite mix of pain combined with a pleasure that infuses my nerve endings with sparks.

As the cold metal chain attached to the clamps drops on my breast, I groan, my arms jerking involuntarily within their restraints.

“You took that so well.” He kisses me on the mouth.

Hungry for more, I part my lips, but he pulls away.

As his footsteps retreat across the room, my heart skips several beats. Is he walking to the fountain? I squeeze my eyes shut behind the mask, focus on the sounds and try to decipher what he’s doing, but all I hear is the clink of china and the rumble of the fountain.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Preparing a treat for my good girl.”

Moments later, Leroi returns, pressing something sticky and warm on my lips. I open my mouth and let in a chocolate-covered strawberry. The sharpness of the fruit mingles with the chocolate’s rich creaminess, creating an explosion of flavor that stokes the flames of my excitement.

“How is it?” he asks, his fingers trailing down my neck, heading toward my breasts.

“Better than I imagined,” I reply with a moan, although I’m not sure I’m talking about him or the sweet treats.

He picks up the metal chain that connects the two clamps and tugs, setting off an explosion of sensations so powerful that I swear I can see fireworks.

“How’s that, sweetheart?”

My hips lift off the leather seat, and I moan.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, his lips grazing my earlobe. “So beautiful, bound and blindfolded, and at my mercy. You should see the way the stirrups spread you open so I can enjoy your dripping pussy.”

I whimper at the thought of him moving between my spread legs and pounding me mercilessly until I climax. It will be even better than what we did in the woods yesterday, because I’ll be totally helpless to resist him.

“Do you want more?” he asks.

My pussy clenches, needing him to fill me and make this moment complete. “Yes, please.”

He tightens some screws at the side of each clamp, increasing the pressure and I gasp and shudder. It’s like being branded with bliss. The next time he tugs the chain, the sensations intensify, and I make a high-pitched squeal.

Leroi presses another chocolate-covered strawberry to my lips, and I savor its sticky sweetness. As I swallow, something light and leathery brushes over my breasts.

My spine stiffens, and I release a shuddering moan.

It’s the flogger.

“I’m going to whip your pretty pink pussy until it’s aching and dripping. If you can take the flogging like a good girl, then I’ll fuck you until you come around my cock,” he growls, his hot breath tickling my neck.

My stomach flips, and my clit swells as though trying to meet the flogger’s touch.

“Do you want it, little Seraphine?”

“Yes, please,” I whisper.

Leroi gives the flogger a few experimental swipes against my inner thigh, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. Every nerve ending sets itself alight with a deadly mix of anticipation and frustration. That’s not where I need it.

“You like it when I whip your little cunt?”

“Yes.” My voice rises several octaves. I can’t believe I’m making such high-pitched whines.

“Filthy little angel,” he croons. “My eager little pet.”

He gives my pussy a few light flicks with the flogger, sending shivers of pleasure across my skin. Then he moves up, swiping the flogger around my clit, teasing it until I’m arching my hips, begging for more.

The flogger’s soft suede tails slide over my clit, making me gasp and writhe. My hips convulse on the leather seat, chasing each of these new sensations.

“More,” I cry.

He delivers another flick, sending a surge of pleasure that teeters on the knife-edge of agony and ecstasy. My legs spasm and the rest of my body quivers.

Leroi increases the intensity of his strikes, and I tumble into a void of complete ecstasy. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I can feel the flogger everywhere—in my toes, in my fingers, in my very soul.

My ears fill with Leroi’s hot and heavy breaths, the rumble of the chocolate fountain, and the gentle swish of the flogger. Its soft tails also set every nerve ending alight with the most delicious pleasure. I feel the leather on my legs, my arms, my back, and a thin coating of sweat breaks out on my brow.

I inhale the mingled scents of cacao, coffee, and sandalwood and the taste of strawberries and chocolate lingers on my tongue. The only thing missing from this wonderful experience is a toe-curling kiss.

This is no fever dream.

It’s real.

I’m free.

I have someone who cares for me so deeply that he would help find Gabriel, kill my enemies, and bring my fantasies to life.

“Stay with me.” His deep voice brings me back to the present.

Every stroke brings me closer to the edge until I’m screaming out my pleasure in garbled moans and cries as a tiny crack of the flogger hits my clit.

Leroi makes a low growl that sends tingles down my spine. “Come for me, angel.”

His words send me over a precipice, and I scream as I come, my body quaking with the force of my orgasm. Leroi strokes my clit with the flogger as the muscles of my pussy clench and release.

I’m still moaning and panting when his cock lines up to my entrance. My hips jerk, trying to quicken the penetration. I want his tongue in my mouth while he fucks me on this bondage table, and I want it now.

His phone rings, and he draws back. I wait a few breathless seconds, hoping he’ll ignore whoever’s ringing, but he snaps, “What?”

Whoever’s on the other side hesitates for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry about yesterday’s breach in security, but an older gentleman is on his way to see you. I asked him to wait to be announced, but he pushed past.”

Leroi stiffens.

The man on the other end of the line clears his throat. “He says he’s your father.”

“Fuck!” he roars.