They all Wore Pearls Chapter Five
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It doesn't matter if I was bad or just naughty.
It doesn't matter just how bad or naughty I am.
It doesn't matter if my being bad or naughty means anything...as long as it was delicious.
All that matters is that I am naughty.
That's the only reason she needs. The justification for her desires. To punish me. To hurt me. To love me with pain.
She leads me down the hallway. Dimly lit with soft lamps, a dark carpet giving way to my heels as I walk behind her. Her hand holds my leash. A thin and bright chain extending to a lock on my collar, black leather, musk reaches my nose, a comforting smell. Small clinking noise as we walk slowly down the hall, to her her bedroom...the place I most want to be.
She has soft jazz playing. I am guessing it is “Pearls”. She knows I like this song. While vicious and mean, she's lovely and considerate... she knows me. It's why I'm on her chain. It's why I will submit to her punishment.
We walk into her bedroom. She guides me in and stands me in front of the mirror. The music makes me compliant, the softness of the light is soporific. She points to the full length mirror.
I look into the reflection. I see her looking at me in the mirror. She's taller than me. Her hair is golden and is cascades over her shoulders. It shines against the black leather jacket she is wearing. Her lips look soft, but I know they can be cruel. She's smiling. I like her smiles. But its her eyes that always entrance me.
Blue. Lovely lashes that almost makes a sound when she blinks. Sexy, soft, sparkling, harsh. Her eyes make her look feline. They make her look innocent and dirty at the same time. They are hypnotic. You can't say no to those eyes. I don't want to say no to those eyes.
She points to the mirror, “Look...”
I look at myself. Small. Short dark hair. Wearing black lace. Black heels. Skin so white. I look down. I don't like looking at myself.
She lifts my chin up with a finger, “Look...”
My hazel eyes. Doe eyes, she calls them. She cups my chin in her hand, She turns my face side to side, making sure I look. That I see myself. Controlling where I look. What I see.
Her hand drops away and I feel a tug on my collar. We walk to the table. A nice, black lacquer table. She leads me right to it, legs touching the edge. Handcuffs and the keys are laying there, soft silver in the dim light.
She snaps her fingers. My arms move slowly behind me, my wrists cross each other. I feel an icy coldness. The handcuffs. I listen to the clicking as it closes around my wrists. I look at the keys, watching them drowsily.
The sub space creeps in. Fading the harsh edges of my day away. Limiting me to just the here and now. Listening to my breathing. Feeling my heartbeat. Eyes slowly blinking. The handcuffs. Their coldness.
She d****s a black scarf over my shoulder. She steps up behind me, coming closer. I can feel the jacket on my back. Rough. Warm. She steps away. I hear the zipper slowly come undone.
I make a small sound as presses herself against me. I can feel her breasts on my back. Firm and soft, lovely, classical. Her taut nipples press into my back. Her arms come around me, gently me squeezing me to her.
I smell the jasmine. Her soft hair on my shoulders. Her nose nuzzling me. Soft cooing sounds in my ear. She takes an earlobe with her teeth and slowly bites down, and pulls away. Small pain making a moan part my lips.
She pulls away again. It makes me want to cry. But she reaches across my chest and pulls at the scarf. She holds it in both hands and from behind lifts it. It glides up my chest, over my collar. Over my neck, silently under and over my chin, over my mouth where it lingers for a moment...until it comes up to my eyes.
Her satin voice commands me, “Close your eyes.”
I close my eyes and feel the silk cover them. A small tug and then tightness and suddenly...I'm blind. I let my control drift away. I don't want it anymore.
She puts her hand on my back, between my shoulder blades and firmly, but slowly pushes me down. I bend at my waist. I feel the coldness of the table on my stomach first. Then my chest. I turn my head to eh side as my cheek lays down.
She places her hand on my bottom and softly commands, “Cross your legs.”
I obediently cross them. Her hand caresses me. Small circles on my cheek. With each orbit, a smaller part of her hand is touching me until its just her fingernails. Tracing patterns, pressure causing a little shivers. I can tell my skin just developed goosebumps. I hear make a satisfied noise.
She bends over me. Her hair on my back. The jasmine overwhelming. Her bare breasts searing me. My lips part as I breathe more quickly. Almost panting.
She's moving her breasts slowly up and down my back. I can't help the gasps that come out of my mouth. I can't stop the shaking. She always does this to me. Rendering me helpless. Making me needy. Making me do a slow burn, a shaky, greedy a****l sound lurking in my throat.
She kisses the back of my neck. I don't even try to stop the long “oh” that comes out of me. My knees buckle. I want to fall. I have no strength. She kisses me again and my bottom raises up. A timeless gesture of do it NOW, I need it NOW.
She kisses my cheek. My moves but no sound comes out. More kissing. She whispers in my ear, “Don't cry.”
I bite my lip.
A lick, a kiss, “You taste good.”
I lick my lips and tell her what I want most in a whisper, “You.”
She nuzzles me, “Of course.”
I whisper, as my body, starts to give up, “Do you want to hurt me?”
A long hiss, “Yes....I want to hurt you. Do you want me to hurt you?”
I sniff and in a very soft voice, “Yes. Please hurt me.”
Her breasts push into me, “And why do you want to be hurt?”
“I deserve it.”
“Yes, you do.”
I lick my lips, “I need it.”
I feel her fingers caress my cheek, “I know you do, of course you do.”
My throat tightens. I need to know and I am so afraid to ask. I bite my lip again. Her lips press into my cheek and I think I whimpered “oh god”.
I swallow, but it doesn't come out. I need t know, but I just can't ask it.
Jasmine flowing over me, “What is it, darling? What is it, little one?”
She kisses me and whispers into my ear, “Talk to me...”
I tremble, “Do...do you want...me?
Shed lifts herself off of me. Her hand grabs an arm and pulls me onto my side. Her other hand grabs my chin and squeezes hard. I hear an unusual moan from her. Suddenly her lips are on mine.
She isn't gentle. Her kiss is greedy. It's savage. Full of need and desire, loneliness that I had never known from her before. I sigh into her kiss her mouth. A choked and needy sounds comes from her and her kiss becomes even more violent. I just give up to it.
I let her take everything in that kiss. I let her take my strength, my power, my essence. I want her to have it. She takes it...she takes it all away from me. Panting, she tells me everything I want to hear, “I want you, oh god, I want you...”
The pain she gave me was exquisite.....
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“Pearls”, is a song pirated from the anime and placed on the pirate album called “Revenge of the Yoghurt”. The artist is Ilaria Graziano.
Cut and paste for the song in Italian on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Lp9SiOML5Y
English translation:
In my fragile arms
I hold the emptiness that reminds me of you
I breathe in your words
Which live on in a melody
And sweetly I dream
The luminous sunset is reflected
In your large, languid eyes
My pearls of love
With one glance
You know how to bring a smile to my face
Which now searches for you through the tears
Which have formed an ocean
On which you will always return to me
The pale moon illuminates me
While the wind tells me of you
The dance of the sea will carry you
To the shore of reality
And finally we meet again
Here in the shadow of my dreams, while you
Whisper softly in my ear
Pearls of love
With one glance
You know how to bring a smile to my face
Which now searches for you, and the tears
Have formed an ocean
On which you will always return to me
It doesn't matter just how bad or naughty I am.
It doesn't matter if my being bad or naughty means anything...as long as it was delicious.
All that matters is that I am naughty.
That's the only reason she needs. The justification for her desires. To punish me. To hurt me. To love me with pain.
She leads me down the hallway. Dimly lit with soft lamps, a dark carpet giving way to my heels as I walk behind her. Her hand holds my leash. A thin and bright chain extending to a lock on my collar, black leather, musk reaches my nose, a comforting smell. Small clinking noise as we walk slowly down the hall, to her her bedroom...the place I most want to be.
She has soft jazz playing. I am guessing it is “Pearls”. She knows I like this song. While vicious and mean, she's lovely and considerate... she knows me. It's why I'm on her chain. It's why I will submit to her punishment.
We walk into her bedroom. She guides me in and stands me in front of the mirror. The music makes me compliant, the softness of the light is soporific. She points to the full length mirror.
I look into the reflection. I see her looking at me in the mirror. She's taller than me. Her hair is golden and is cascades over her shoulders. It shines against the black leather jacket she is wearing. Her lips look soft, but I know they can be cruel. She's smiling. I like her smiles. But its her eyes that always entrance me.
Blue. Lovely lashes that almost makes a sound when she blinks. Sexy, soft, sparkling, harsh. Her eyes make her look feline. They make her look innocent and dirty at the same time. They are hypnotic. You can't say no to those eyes. I don't want to say no to those eyes.
She points to the mirror, “Look...”
I look at myself. Small. Short dark hair. Wearing black lace. Black heels. Skin so white. I look down. I don't like looking at myself.
She lifts my chin up with a finger, “Look...”
My hazel eyes. Doe eyes, she calls them. She cups my chin in her hand, She turns my face side to side, making sure I look. That I see myself. Controlling where I look. What I see.
Her hand drops away and I feel a tug on my collar. We walk to the table. A nice, black lacquer table. She leads me right to it, legs touching the edge. Handcuffs and the keys are laying there, soft silver in the dim light.
She snaps her fingers. My arms move slowly behind me, my wrists cross each other. I feel an icy coldness. The handcuffs. I listen to the clicking as it closes around my wrists. I look at the keys, watching them drowsily.
The sub space creeps in. Fading the harsh edges of my day away. Limiting me to just the here and now. Listening to my breathing. Feeling my heartbeat. Eyes slowly blinking. The handcuffs. Their coldness.
She d****s a black scarf over my shoulder. She steps up behind me, coming closer. I can feel the jacket on my back. Rough. Warm. She steps away. I hear the zipper slowly come undone.
I make a small sound as presses herself against me. I can feel her breasts on my back. Firm and soft, lovely, classical. Her taut nipples press into my back. Her arms come around me, gently me squeezing me to her.
I smell the jasmine. Her soft hair on my shoulders. Her nose nuzzling me. Soft cooing sounds in my ear. She takes an earlobe with her teeth and slowly bites down, and pulls away. Small pain making a moan part my lips.
She pulls away again. It makes me want to cry. But she reaches across my chest and pulls at the scarf. She holds it in both hands and from behind lifts it. It glides up my chest, over my collar. Over my neck, silently under and over my chin, over my mouth where it lingers for a moment...until it comes up to my eyes.
Her satin voice commands me, “Close your eyes.”
I close my eyes and feel the silk cover them. A small tug and then tightness and suddenly...I'm blind. I let my control drift away. I don't want it anymore.
She puts her hand on my back, between my shoulder blades and firmly, but slowly pushes me down. I bend at my waist. I feel the coldness of the table on my stomach first. Then my chest. I turn my head to eh side as my cheek lays down.
She places her hand on my bottom and softly commands, “Cross your legs.”
I obediently cross them. Her hand caresses me. Small circles on my cheek. With each orbit, a smaller part of her hand is touching me until its just her fingernails. Tracing patterns, pressure causing a little shivers. I can tell my skin just developed goosebumps. I hear make a satisfied noise.
She bends over me. Her hair on my back. The jasmine overwhelming. Her bare breasts searing me. My lips part as I breathe more quickly. Almost panting.
She's moving her breasts slowly up and down my back. I can't help the gasps that come out of my mouth. I can't stop the shaking. She always does this to me. Rendering me helpless. Making me needy. Making me do a slow burn, a shaky, greedy a****l sound lurking in my throat.
She kisses the back of my neck. I don't even try to stop the long “oh” that comes out of me. My knees buckle. I want to fall. I have no strength. She kisses me again and my bottom raises up. A timeless gesture of do it NOW, I need it NOW.
She kisses my cheek. My moves but no sound comes out. More kissing. She whispers in my ear, “Don't cry.”
I bite my lip.
A lick, a kiss, “You taste good.”
I lick my lips and tell her what I want most in a whisper, “You.”
She nuzzles me, “Of course.”
I whisper, as my body, starts to give up, “Do you want to hurt me?”
A long hiss, “Yes....I want to hurt you. Do you want me to hurt you?”
I sniff and in a very soft voice, “Yes. Please hurt me.”
Her breasts push into me, “And why do you want to be hurt?”
“I deserve it.”
“Yes, you do.”
I lick my lips, “I need it.”
I feel her fingers caress my cheek, “I know you do, of course you do.”
My throat tightens. I need to know and I am so afraid to ask. I bite my lip again. Her lips press into my cheek and I think I whimpered “oh god”.
I swallow, but it doesn't come out. I need t know, but I just can't ask it.
Jasmine flowing over me, “What is it, darling? What is it, little one?”
She kisses me and whispers into my ear, “Talk to me...”
I tremble, “Do...do you want...me?
Shed lifts herself off of me. Her hand grabs an arm and pulls me onto my side. Her other hand grabs my chin and squeezes hard. I hear an unusual moan from her. Suddenly her lips are on mine.
She isn't gentle. Her kiss is greedy. It's savage. Full of need and desire, loneliness that I had never known from her before. I sigh into her kiss her mouth. A choked and needy sounds comes from her and her kiss becomes even more violent. I just give up to it.
I let her take everything in that kiss. I let her take my strength, my power, my essence. I want her to have it. She takes it...she takes it all away from me. Panting, she tells me everything I want to hear, “I want you, oh god, I want you...”
The pain she gave me was exquisite.....
____________________________________________________________________________________
“Pearls”, is a song pirated from the anime and placed on the pirate album called “Revenge of the Yoghurt”. The artist is Ilaria Graziano.
Cut and paste for the song in Italian on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Lp9SiOML5Y
English translation:
In my fragile arms
I hold the emptiness that reminds me of you
I breathe in your words
Which live on in a melody
And sweetly I dream
The luminous sunset is reflected
In your large, languid eyes
My pearls of love
With one glance
You know how to bring a smile to my face
Which now searches for you through the tears
Which have formed an ocean
On which you will always return to me
The pale moon illuminates me
While the wind tells me of you
The dance of the sea will carry you
To the shore of reality
And finally we meet again
Here in the shadow of my dreams, while you
Whisper softly in my ear
Pearls of love
With one glance
You know how to bring a smile to my face
Which now searches for you, and the tears
Have formed an ocean
On which you will always return to me
Maris
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