Desire's Golden Dreams by Tish Domenick Page B

a very sharp point.” He inserted the tip just above her nipple and let the blood trickle down her breast.
    “No, Rocco.” She scissor-kicked her feet trying to find him.
    “What did you say?” He jabbed her with the knife but didn’t cut her again. “Did you say ‘no’ to me? Did you address me the correct way?”
    “Sorry, Master. May I have more of the knife?”
    Rocco leaned over her and sucked at the blood beneath her nipple. He licked the residue under her breast. “There, I have sipped your blood once again this evening. You shall be part of me forever.” He sliced the knife tip over his thumb. “Now, you must become part of me.”
    He smeared his blood on her lips. She licked it, then drew his thumb into her mouth and sucked with smacking noises.
    “Excellent. You have passed the first test. You know the Indians would say we are now blood brothers. You can never forget a blood brother.” He left the bed and applied a plaster to his finger. “Now for test number two.”
    Hannah took some calming breaths, sensing Rocco was no longer in the room. She had always enjoyed playing games with Rocco and being submissive to him. The slight pain he inflicted from time to time added an element of danger which aroused her. This game with the knife, however, frightened her. He had drawn blood twice and the night was young. She was glad he’d put away the knife, but she shuddered at what he might do to her next.
    Not being able to see heightened her other senses and being tied made her vulnerable and wary. It also made her needy. Her pussy was wet for him, but she could not anger him by refusing to play his games. She could not ask him to fuck her because he might bring back the knife. She yanked at the cords tying her to the bed posts. He’d left a lot of give and she could bend her wrists and she could reach the pillows for a resting place, but she could not get free. Maybe if she had more time… No he wouldn’t have gone far enough for her to get free. Drawers rattled in the dressing room. He was back. She felt his presence next to the bed.
    A fluttering of soft, yet firm substances on her cheek gave Hannah a start.
    “Did you miss me, darlin’?”
    “Yes, Master, but mostly I miss your cock.”
    “It will be in your cunt soon. First you must earn the right to it. Would you like these objects to massage your breasts?”
    The fluttering went across her breasts twice and she smiled. “Does my Master hold feathers in his hand?”
    “Ah, you are once again correct and deserve a bit of a reward.”
    He slid between her legs and kissed all around her pussy making her lift her hips to welcome him.
    Immediately, he stopped. “You may not make any attempt to force me to let you have your orgasm. You will lie still and let me manipulate your body in any way I wish.”
    Hannah resisted the urge to scream at him. This was worse than torture. She wanted his cock inside her or her pussy sucked to completion. If she were not tied down and blindfolded, she could seduce him into giving her what she required. All she was able to do in her present state was apologize again.
    “I am so very sorry for displeasing you, Master. I know I should not do anything without permission and I will not be so presumptuous in the future. Please give me more kisses down there, Master, and I shall wait for your command before I thrust my hips again.”
    This time he covered her pussy with his mouth and held it there for several seconds without sucking or tonguing her. Warmth from his lips melted her anger at his denying her release. She held her breath in anticipation.
    Finally, he flicked his tongue over her nether lips, then covered her again and breathed. The heat from his breath suffused her entire body and she moaned with contentment. The sound must have stimulated him because he then licked and sucked in earnest. She couldn’t keep her lower body still and once again he stopped short of her orgasm.
    “I see you continue to defy my