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Nathaniel stopped when Aurore spoke his name, but then saw her close her mouth and hold back. Again he was impressed and respected her iron will. The cracks were appearing but she was not there yet. He still needed to pressure her. He pressed his naked body against her. She could feel his heat, and his arousal as it pressed against her hip. He was thick and long, perhaps a smidge intimidating, but much more in the sense of not if it will fit inside her but how glorious it would feel inside of her. A hand in her hair he kissed her again, his tongue plundering hers and tasting her anew. His hands were not idle and he rubbed at the knot and one cupping her breast. He did this till she was close again and backed off, the all to familiar wicked smirk on his features. She knows the price, all she needed to do was bend and beg.
He did remove the crotch rope, and she would feel the fairly faint brush against her sex, a new sensation now with no knot there. He set the rope to the side and moved to another cabinet upon the wall. This one looked to be full of bottled oils. He took one down and poured the oil into his hand. Rubbing them together, he put his coated hands upon her body. He had bucked tradition and asked to be trained in Balm House specifically for what he was doing now to Aurore. His oiled hands moved over the body in a massage about her body, rubbing the oil into her skin, and touching every erogenous zone on her body.
He worked the oil over her breasts, over the luscious curves of her arse, the nice flare of her shoulders, his hands went everywhere. He saved between her legs for last. For the first time this evening she was penetrated, skilled fingers making little "come here" motions inside of her. He stopped when she was close and leaned into her, whispering. "Beg me, tell me what you would give me and the climax your body wants with every fiber of your body will be yours. For now enjoy the very unique feature of this oil upon you." He stepped away but as he did, he blew upon her skin and where the rush of air hit, her skin would heat up, an intense sensation like fire playing over her skin, adding to the heat already being felt by her body.
He took up the riding crop and circled her. He would lash out at her as he had no lack of places to strike, to continue his campaign of sensual torture. He would strike, he would blow hot air on her skin, and he would lick. He did this all over her arse, all over her breasts and nipples, and finally, her sex. He would continue this relentless teasing till she finally broke. It would happen soon he knew. She could not hold out long against his will and his skill. She could not. The heat inside her had to be to great now and needed release...
He did remove the crotch rope, and she would feel the fairly faint brush against her sex, a new sensation now with no knot there. He set the rope to the side and moved to another cabinet upon the wall. This one looked to be full of bottled oils. He took one down and poured the oil into his hand. Rubbing them together, he put his coated hands upon her body. He had bucked tradition and asked to be trained in Balm House specifically for what he was doing now to Aurore. His oiled hands moved over the body in a massage about her body, rubbing the oil into her skin, and touching every erogenous zone on her body.
He worked the oil over her breasts, over the luscious curves of her arse, the nice flare of her shoulders, his hands went everywhere. He saved between her legs for last. For the first time this evening she was penetrated, skilled fingers making little "come here" motions inside of her. He stopped when she was close and leaned into her, whispering. "Beg me, tell me what you would give me and the climax your body wants with every fiber of your body will be yours. For now enjoy the very unique feature of this oil upon you." He stepped away but as he did, he blew upon her skin and where the rush of air hit, her skin would heat up, an intense sensation like fire playing over her skin, adding to the heat already being felt by her body.
He took up the riding crop and circled her. He would lash out at her as he had no lack of places to strike, to continue his campaign of sensual torture. He would strike, he would blow hot air on her skin, and he would lick. He did this all over her arse, all over her breasts and nipples, and finally, her sex. He would continue this relentless teasing till she finally broke. It would happen soon he knew. She could not hold out long against his will and his skill. She could not. The heat inside her had to be to great now and needed release...