Erotic Weekend by Cheyenne McCray

against the silk.
    She took a deep breath and put her hands
behind her back, widened her stance, and lowered her gaze, hoping he wouldn’t
punish her for lack of protocol.
    “Very good,” he murmured and she shivered
at his husky tone. “Come to me.”
    Andi obeyed, keeping her eyes downcast. The
velvet and brocade pillows were both soft and coarse in texture beneath her
bare feet, and she had to watch where she stepped to avoid tripping.
    “On your knees, baby,” he said in a voice
hoarse with desire when she reached him.
    Andi obeyed, feeling the softness of the
pillows beneath her knees when she knelt. She watched as he rubbed his erection
through his silk harem pants, then freed his cock through an opening that she
hadn’t noticed before.
    He slipped his hand into her hair and
guided her forward so that her lips were a hairsbreadth away from the
plum-colored head. A drop of semen glistened in the low lighting, and she
licked her lips.
    “Suck me, my little harem girl,” he said as
his hand clenched her hair tighter, “I’ll reward you well if you perform to my
liking.”
    Her belly twisted with excitement and she
started to reach up with one hand when he stopped her. “Use only your mouth,”
he said.
    “Yes, Master.” She crossed her hands behind
her back, hoping she could please him using only her mouth.
    With his hand still clenched in her hair,
he pushed his cock through her lips as he thrust forward. Andi took him deep, feeling
him at the back of her throat. She licked and sucked and found herself moaning
as he fucked her mouth.
    “That’s it, baby.” He groaned as he thrust
harder yet, and the silk of his sultan’s pants brushed her face as he ground
his hips against her. “Now look at me.”
    Andi’s gaze met his as he watched his cock
move in and out of her mouth. Her breasts bounced beneath her gold silk harem
top, and the silk rubbed her nipples until she thought she’d scream from the
sensation. Her pussy ached and her juices dampened the material of her harem
pants. She wanted to slip her fingers into her folds to assuage the need, to
bring herself to what she knew would be a shattering orgasm.
    Derrick groaned and she felt his cock
tighten in her mouth. Just as she thought he was going to come, he pulled her
head back and withdrew his erection from between her lips.
    She watched as he closed his eyes for a
moment and tilted his head back. She knew he was fighting to gain control and
she felt a rush of pleasure that he had to fight so hard to keep from coming.
    His voice was a low rumble when he released
her hair to gesture at the tent pole. “Lay flat on your back, your arms above
your head and to either side of the pole.”
    “Yes, Master.” Shivers ran up and down
Andi’s spine as she settled against the pillows and raised her arms up. The
harem top fell open and she almost grinned when Derrick gave a low groan, his
gaze fixed on her naked breasts.
    “Don’t move,” he ordered as he turned and
moved to the wall of objects she had noticed earlier. When he returned he was
carrying a gold silk scarf in one hand and his other fist was clenched around
something she couldn’t see.
    He moved behind the pole where he was out
of her sight, then took her wrists in his hands. Quickly he tied her to the pole,
the bindings snug against her wrists.
    When he returned to her, he knelt between
her thighs, nudging them further apart so that she was splayed wide open to
him. She felt the rush of cold air against her wet folds through the crotchless
pants.
    Derrick opened his hand and she saw two
clamps with golden beads dangling from them. She caught her breath as he raised
one to her nipple and clamped it onto the hardened nub.
    The instant pain caused her to gasp, but
then she was arching her back at the pleasure of it, her body begging for more.
He smiled and clamped the other one to her bare nipple and she bit her lip to
keep from moaning. The clamps felt tight, like Derrick was biting her