Fantasy or Fetish (3/5)
- Title: Fantasy or Fetish (3/5)
- Author:
miss_kelsi_alix
- Pairing: Frankie/Jepha
- Rating: NC-17
- POV: Frank's
- Summary: "I follow his instructions and stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, gaze back down on the ground, always down. Just like a good submissive."
- Dedications: For everyone who has been reading along. I love you all. I really do.
- Disclaimer: God i wish, Nope not true, No sue.
- A/N: I hope you like this, I really do. This story is turning out way longer than i ever expected, see what you damn kids and your comments do to me!
I love you all though, let me know what you think. The good the bad and the ugly.
I wait patiently, I don’t dare knock again. Quinn’s right, the game has begun.
My head is down, my eyes fixated on the grubby carpet. I hear the door open and see boot clad feet step in front of my own naked ones.
“Look at me” he commands.
My body tenses, this is it.
I slowly raise my head, on the way taking in the tight leather pants, he is wearing no shirt and the pants sit so low on his own hips that I can see the complete arms of the tattoo adorning his lower abs.
His body is perfect.
His normal nipple piercing’s have been exchanged for larger hoops. They look menacing and almost painful, but that’s more than likely the point.
Eventually his eyes meet mine and I relax slightly, I can see a hint of fear and unsureness within them, something that also lies in my own mind, but apart from that he plays the part well.
“Slave”
“Master”
He steps back and tells me to go inside. I follow his instructions and stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, gaze back down on the ground, always down. Just like a good submissive.
He walks in and circles me slowly, only now do I notice the crop in his hand. As if he realises what I am thinking he snaps it harshly across my ass. It stings like hell, the only protection I could say I have is the thin layer of latex, and that does more than nothing. It just enhances the burn. I flinch slightly, the pain unexpected but I don’t allow a sound to escape me.
“Take a look around, get used to your surroundings, you will be here awhile”
I again raise my head and my eyes briefly meet his before scanning the room, there is a large bed, with black silk sheets and red silk pillowcases. It looks exotic but strangely romantic and it really doesn’t belong in a place like this.
The room has no windows and along the walls are many shelves, containing various devices, Some for torture, some for pleasure. That is if you can call gigantic dildo’s pleasurable.
I also notice that various spots on the walls have shackles, chains or cuffs attached. A pair of shackles also at either end of the large bed. A large cage is tucked away in a back corner. It reminds me of the sort in old movies where the ferocious lion prowls.
Shit.
Until now I haven’t even noticed the pressure increasing in my shorts, but obviously just being in this atmosphere with domineering Jeph is turning me on. As I have been examining and thinking his hands have been busy at work placing and securing a large black collar around my neck.
“You have been told the rules?”
“Yes master”
”You understand that while this collar is on you must obey them? If the collar is removed by me, the game is over. That is until I choose to start it again.”
“Yes master”
“Good”
“Are you scared slave?”
Should I answer? I’m not sure. I remain looking at the floor and stay silent.
“First mistake”
Smack.
He hits me with the crop again, this time with force.
“If I ask you a question you answer it, even if I won’t like the answer. You still reply when I speak to you, Got it?”
“Yes master”
“Now, are you scared?”
“Yes Master, a bit”
“Well don’t be, If you’re a good boy this will be fun for you as well, understood? But if your not, you will be punished.”
“Of course master”
“Do you like my pants Frankie? I bought them especially for you; I like your shorts by the way…” His voice has relaxed slightly, the coldness is gone and for a moment I forget. I forget the game and forget the rules. I look up at him, a smile on my face.
“Jepha, you know I love them, you fucking tease”
SMACK.
I cry out slightly in pain, but I quickly drop my head downwards again.
“I am your master, don’t you dare use my name”
“I-I am sorry master”
He continues to hit me, I count in my head. Only 10 lashes in all but it feels much more.
Tears are forming in my eyes partly from the pain, and partly from the totally uncaring and harsh tone of his voice.
I’m so surprise my body still finds pleasure in this but somehow it does. My cock is throbbing painfully, but that’s nothing compared with the burning welts forming across my butt.
I never believed Jepha when he told me that I would enjoy tonight as much as he would, but now I’m starting to see that I should never knock his judgement, He knows me well. Better than I know myself apparently.
He tells me to put my arms up and until now I haven’t noticed the restraints that are hanging right above my head, nor the shackles at my feet. He chains up my arms first, they are stretched high and I can already anticipate the ache my muscles will soon feel. I watch Jepha’s foot slide between my legs and he uses it to separate my ankles, moving my feet closer to the cuffs before bending down and securing them tightly.
There is no way I could get out now, No matter how badly I wanted to. Being this vulnerable around Jeph is incredible.
He steps back and looks at me for awhile, I can’t see but I can feel his eyes on me.
“You can look up for awhile, Until I take that privilege away again” he says.
I again raise my head slowly and I can see him staring at me, a smirk on his face. He steps closer to me and my body tenses never knowing what he’s going to do.
He leans in and presses his lips against mine, instead of the usual battle for dominance (which I always loose anyway) I don’t even bother to try, I just let Jepha lead.His tongue slips into my mouth and presses smoothly against mine, his hands delicately holding the sides of my face.
The kiss is tender and sweet but I still keep in mind that he is the master, so I don’t kiss back too enthusiastically. Just enough so he knows I’m not disobeying him. His hands slide down from holding my face, over my chest and when his fingers rub over my hardened nipples he pulls back from our kiss. If he was a cartoon, right now a light bulb would have appeared above his head.
He has an idea and I am worried. Worried but still excited.
I watch as he goes over to a nearby shelf, I’m glad at least I have been granted permission to see what is happening. But maybe I spoke too soon.
He returns with 2 small boxes and places them on the floor between my spread feet. He opens the first one and pulls out a set of nipple clamps.
Oh fuck…
He is still smirking at me and he leans in close, he licks around each nipple, I groan slightly and he looks up and glares at me.
I’m forced to bite onto my bottom lip to stop any further sound and I swear my skin is tearing apart as his tongue continues his assault, dragging across the centre of my chest each time he decides to swap sides.
He plays with the hard nubs and I can see his saliva glistening on my chest. I’m so focused on watching his assault on my left nipple that I don’t notice his hand place the clamp on my right until a searing pain hits me. I yelp in surprise and his tongue quickly stops its assault. The other clamp is harshly snapped over my left side and then he is standing up looking down at me slightly.
“Did you just make a noise?”
“No master” I manage.
I’m holding my breath for what comes next. The blood is pounding through my tender chest and I can feel a sharp pulse underneath each clamp.
“I didn’t think you did, you wouldn’t dare” I let out the air I was holding in, just as he harshly tugs on the chain connecting the two clamps.
“That was just in case..." he says and bends down to the second box.
From this box he pulls a black blindfold. He secures it around my eyes and my world plunges into darkness.
Jeph is standing behind me and he presses against my back kissing at my neck. I tilt my head sideways for him and as much as I want to let out a pleasurable sigh, I don’t, because I know then this will end.
The pain in my nipples has died down now but my shoulders are really starting to ache.
I move slightly trying to allow my arms to relax more, but I find movement simply makes the clamps move and start to sting again. Fuck, I can’t win.
Jepha is kissing down my neck and shoulder, he kisses down my side and then across my ribs under my arm to get to the front of me. I know this is stupid at a time like this but I can’t help be thankful that Quinn made me shower before I came here.
He kisses his way over to my belly button and dips his tongue in. All my muscles clench at this unexpected gesture and I bite so hard on my lip that I can taste the metallic tang of blood.
He must notice my reaction and glance up seeing the small puncture. Because he is now in front of me, I can sense it even before he leans in and kisses me once again, running his tongue over my wound.
“You can make noise Now Frankie, but remember my name is Master”
I hear a thud as he drops back to his knees and picks up from where he left off. I’m so glad to have the luxury of being able to sound my approval that at the first swipe his tongue makes down what was previously my snail trail, but is now just a naked patch of flesh, a low moan rips from my throat.
His lips press against my hip and I just know he has a smile on them. I wish I could see him and watch his movements, but never knowing what will come next is terribly thrilling. I still cannot believe how much I am enjoying this. Damn Jeph for being so right.
He is placing small scattered kisses all over my hips and down the V that leads to my groin, his lips are getting closer and closer to the top of the shorts and my body is shaking slightly with anticipation. I’m so hard it really does hurt and it seems like I have been here forever, but I have no way to know how long it really has been.
His mouth stops contact with my skin, but his hands are still firmly holding my hips. His tongue comes out of his mouth and slides across the slippery latex, right over my cock. If it’s even possibly more blood rushes quickly to my groin and I’m feeling so light headed that I’m sure if I wasn’t being forcibly held up right now I would be crumpled on the floor.
Could you seriously faint from being too turned on?
I’m about ready to come as his tongue continues to lick over the material/plastic stuff, whatever it is, I couldn’t give a shit right now.
My muscles are clenching and unclenching and that certain heat is building in my stomach. He hasn’t even touched my flesh yet.
Moans and words are pouring from my open mouth and I have no idea what I’m saying.
He must realise how close I’m getting.
“Frank” he has pulled away from me and the tone is a warning, but it’s too late and I come screaming his name, not Master, not Sir, Just Jepha.
His hands leave my hips and the blindfold is ripped off me but I haven’t yet noticed, my eyes are still clenched shut riding out those final waves.
I compose myself and open my eyes to be met with an angry expression, and that’s when it hit’s me. I just broke two rules.
Not one but two, and boy am I going to pay for this.
Parts:
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5
- Author:
miss_kelsi_alix
- Pairing: Frankie/Jepha
- Rating: NC-17
- POV: Frank's
- Summary: "I follow his instructions and stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, gaze back down on the ground, always down. Just like a good submissive."
- Dedications: For everyone who has been reading along. I love you all. I really do.
- Disclaimer: God i wish, Nope not true, No sue.
- A/N: I hope you like this, I really do. This story is turning out way longer than i ever expected, see what you damn kids and your comments do to me!
I love you all though, let me know what you think. The good the bad and the ugly.
I wait patiently, I don’t dare knock again. Quinn’s right, the game has begun.
My head is down, my eyes fixated on the grubby carpet. I hear the door open and see boot clad feet step in front of my own naked ones.
“Look at me” he commands.
My body tenses, this is it.
I slowly raise my head, on the way taking in the tight leather pants, he is wearing no shirt and the pants sit so low on his own hips that I can see the complete arms of the tattoo adorning his lower abs.
His body is perfect.
His normal nipple piercing’s have been exchanged for larger hoops. They look menacing and almost painful, but that’s more than likely the point.
Eventually his eyes meet mine and I relax slightly, I can see a hint of fear and unsureness within them, something that also lies in my own mind, but apart from that he plays the part well.
“Slave”
“Master”
He steps back and tells me to go inside. I follow his instructions and stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, gaze back down on the ground, always down. Just like a good submissive.
He walks in and circles me slowly, only now do I notice the crop in his hand. As if he realises what I am thinking he snaps it harshly across my ass. It stings like hell, the only protection I could say I have is the thin layer of latex, and that does more than nothing. It just enhances the burn. I flinch slightly, the pain unexpected but I don’t allow a sound to escape me.
“Take a look around, get used to your surroundings, you will be here awhile”
I again raise my head and my eyes briefly meet his before scanning the room, there is a large bed, with black silk sheets and red silk pillowcases. It looks exotic but strangely romantic and it really doesn’t belong in a place like this.
The room has no windows and along the walls are many shelves, containing various devices, Some for torture, some for pleasure. That is if you can call gigantic dildo’s pleasurable.
I also notice that various spots on the walls have shackles, chains or cuffs attached. A pair of shackles also at either end of the large bed. A large cage is tucked away in a back corner. It reminds me of the sort in old movies where the ferocious lion prowls.
Shit.
Until now I haven’t even noticed the pressure increasing in my shorts, but obviously just being in this atmosphere with domineering Jeph is turning me on. As I have been examining and thinking his hands have been busy at work placing and securing a large black collar around my neck.
“You have been told the rules?”
“Yes master”
”You understand that while this collar is on you must obey them? If the collar is removed by me, the game is over. That is until I choose to start it again.”
“Yes master”
“Good”
“Are you scared slave?”
Should I answer? I’m not sure. I remain looking at the floor and stay silent.
“First mistake”
Smack.
He hits me with the crop again, this time with force.
“If I ask you a question you answer it, even if I won’t like the answer. You still reply when I speak to you, Got it?”
“Yes master”
“Now, are you scared?”
“Yes Master, a bit”
“Well don’t be, If you’re a good boy this will be fun for you as well, understood? But if your not, you will be punished.”
“Of course master”
“Do you like my pants Frankie? I bought them especially for you; I like your shorts by the way…” His voice has relaxed slightly, the coldness is gone and for a moment I forget. I forget the game and forget the rules. I look up at him, a smile on my face.
“Jepha, you know I love them, you fucking tease”
SMACK.
I cry out slightly in pain, but I quickly drop my head downwards again.
“I am your master, don’t you dare use my name”
“I-I am sorry master”
He continues to hit me, I count in my head. Only 10 lashes in all but it feels much more.
Tears are forming in my eyes partly from the pain, and partly from the totally uncaring and harsh tone of his voice.
I’m so surprise my body still finds pleasure in this but somehow it does. My cock is throbbing painfully, but that’s nothing compared with the burning welts forming across my butt.
I never believed Jepha when he told me that I would enjoy tonight as much as he would, but now I’m starting to see that I should never knock his judgement, He knows me well. Better than I know myself apparently.
He tells me to put my arms up and until now I haven’t noticed the restraints that are hanging right above my head, nor the shackles at my feet. He chains up my arms first, they are stretched high and I can already anticipate the ache my muscles will soon feel. I watch Jepha’s foot slide between my legs and he uses it to separate my ankles, moving my feet closer to the cuffs before bending down and securing them tightly.
There is no way I could get out now, No matter how badly I wanted to. Being this vulnerable around Jeph is incredible.
He steps back and looks at me for awhile, I can’t see but I can feel his eyes on me.
“You can look up for awhile, Until I take that privilege away again” he says.
I again raise my head slowly and I can see him staring at me, a smirk on his face. He steps closer to me and my body tenses never knowing what he’s going to do.
He leans in and presses his lips against mine, instead of the usual battle for dominance (which I always loose anyway) I don’t even bother to try, I just let Jepha lead.His tongue slips into my mouth and presses smoothly against mine, his hands delicately holding the sides of my face.
The kiss is tender and sweet but I still keep in mind that he is the master, so I don’t kiss back too enthusiastically. Just enough so he knows I’m not disobeying him. His hands slide down from holding my face, over my chest and when his fingers rub over my hardened nipples he pulls back from our kiss. If he was a cartoon, right now a light bulb would have appeared above his head.
He has an idea and I am worried. Worried but still excited.
I watch as he goes over to a nearby shelf, I’m glad at least I have been granted permission to see what is happening. But maybe I spoke too soon.
He returns with 2 small boxes and places them on the floor between my spread feet. He opens the first one and pulls out a set of nipple clamps.
Oh fuck…
He is still smirking at me and he leans in close, he licks around each nipple, I groan slightly and he looks up and glares at me.
I’m forced to bite onto my bottom lip to stop any further sound and I swear my skin is tearing apart as his tongue continues his assault, dragging across the centre of my chest each time he decides to swap sides.
He plays with the hard nubs and I can see his saliva glistening on my chest. I’m so focused on watching his assault on my left nipple that I don’t notice his hand place the clamp on my right until a searing pain hits me. I yelp in surprise and his tongue quickly stops its assault. The other clamp is harshly snapped over my left side and then he is standing up looking down at me slightly.
“Did you just make a noise?”
“No master” I manage.
I’m holding my breath for what comes next. The blood is pounding through my tender chest and I can feel a sharp pulse underneath each clamp.
“I didn’t think you did, you wouldn’t dare” I let out the air I was holding in, just as he harshly tugs on the chain connecting the two clamps.
“That was just in case..." he says and bends down to the second box.
From this box he pulls a black blindfold. He secures it around my eyes and my world plunges into darkness.
Jeph is standing behind me and he presses against my back kissing at my neck. I tilt my head sideways for him and as much as I want to let out a pleasurable sigh, I don’t, because I know then this will end.
The pain in my nipples has died down now but my shoulders are really starting to ache.
I move slightly trying to allow my arms to relax more, but I find movement simply makes the clamps move and start to sting again. Fuck, I can’t win.
Jepha is kissing down my neck and shoulder, he kisses down my side and then across my ribs under my arm to get to the front of me. I know this is stupid at a time like this but I can’t help be thankful that Quinn made me shower before I came here.
He kisses his way over to my belly button and dips his tongue in. All my muscles clench at this unexpected gesture and I bite so hard on my lip that I can taste the metallic tang of blood.
He must notice my reaction and glance up seeing the small puncture. Because he is now in front of me, I can sense it even before he leans in and kisses me once again, running his tongue over my wound.
“You can make noise Now Frankie, but remember my name is Master”
I hear a thud as he drops back to his knees and picks up from where he left off. I’m so glad to have the luxury of being able to sound my approval that at the first swipe his tongue makes down what was previously my snail trail, but is now just a naked patch of flesh, a low moan rips from my throat.
His lips press against my hip and I just know he has a smile on them. I wish I could see him and watch his movements, but never knowing what will come next is terribly thrilling. I still cannot believe how much I am enjoying this. Damn Jeph for being so right.
He is placing small scattered kisses all over my hips and down the V that leads to my groin, his lips are getting closer and closer to the top of the shorts and my body is shaking slightly with anticipation. I’m so hard it really does hurt and it seems like I have been here forever, but I have no way to know how long it really has been.
His mouth stops contact with my skin, but his hands are still firmly holding my hips. His tongue comes out of his mouth and slides across the slippery latex, right over my cock. If it’s even possibly more blood rushes quickly to my groin and I’m feeling so light headed that I’m sure if I wasn’t being forcibly held up right now I would be crumpled on the floor.
Could you seriously faint from being too turned on?
I’m about ready to come as his tongue continues to lick over the material/plastic stuff, whatever it is, I couldn’t give a shit right now.
My muscles are clenching and unclenching and that certain heat is building in my stomach. He hasn’t even touched my flesh yet.
Moans and words are pouring from my open mouth and I have no idea what I’m saying.
He must realise how close I’m getting.
“Frank” he has pulled away from me and the tone is a warning, but it’s too late and I come screaming his name, not Master, not Sir, Just Jepha.
His hands leave my hips and the blindfold is ripped off me but I haven’t yet noticed, my eyes are still clenched shut riding out those final waves.
I compose myself and open my eyes to be met with an angry expression, and that’s when it hit’s me. I just broke two rules.
Not one but two, and boy am I going to pay for this.
Parts:
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5