A Touch of Phoenix: Part 1 *NSFW*

So in taking breaks from my series randomly, I’ve been working on some short stories. Some just little scenarios, others definitely more in the NSFW realm. This is in that category. Definitely not safe for work, and definitely not for everyone.

This is just the first part, I will be posting the rest in the future. I figured maybe it’s best to not bombard my readers with 3,000 words or more in a single post, so I’m splitting it up into parts. Might only be two parts, it might end up being 4. Just depends on how I’m feeling when I post it all and how much I feel like dumping in a single post. For now I’m going to keep the length at about the same length as a flash fiction story, so about 1,000 words for each part. Anyway, here’s the first part for you.

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Entering the room, she smiled. The view that awaited was one of her favourites. The room itself was bright from the sun outside, and it felt inviting and warm. The lush fabrics on the furniture and hanging on the walls created a cozy space, the dark hardwood table and stair railings only lending to the richness.

Books lined the shelves on the far wall, and the sweet scent of cinnamon filled the air. Everything about this place was designed to help people relax, and she had taken pride in making it so. Incense burned on a small table near the entrance she had just gone through, filling the room with it’s sweet smoke and creating an air of mystery.

None of this, though, was what made her smile. As much as she loved all of those things, what she loved most about the room at this moment was the thing that didn’t quite belong. The one thing that stood out as being different from everything else. It was to her left as she entered, standing very close to the banister of the stairs

His legs glistened with sweat, and she could see from where she stood that he was very tense. The leather straps holding him to the railing tightly seemed to be almost too tight, biting hard into his wrists and neck, covered with a layer of moisture from the hot and humid summer day.

“How was your day?” she asked, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer through the leather strap wedged between his teeth, buckled firmly in place.

She ran a finger down his chest, watching him twitch with a moan of longing. Laughing lightly, she trailed her finger all the way down to the base of his cock before pulling away. He could wait a bit longer before she gave him the pleasure of touch.

The vibrant blue yes that watched her begged for more, and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching up and stroking his cheek gently, losing herself momentarily in them. He always did have that effect on her. The ability to make her forget her purpose and want nothing more than to sit and admire him. But that’s not what she was there for. She was there to play with him, not to look at him.

Brushing some of his long hair from his face, she gave him a quick smirk before walking away to a trunk that sat next to one of the large sofas. She could hear a quiet whimper behind her and smiled again, knowing she was winning this game. He could never hold out for long, and when he did give in, she would enjoy every second of it.

For now she would torture him simply by being there. That was usually enough to get him going.

She grabbed the end of her long braid and slowly pulled the hair free from the ribbon tied there, letting it fall in soft waves about her back and shoulders, shaking it out lightly in the beam of light coming from the window. Removing her long cloak, she draped it carelessly on the back of the nearest sofa before moving to remove the heavy layer of her dress, leaving only a thin layer of crepe fabric underneath.

Glancing at him, she could see that he was squirming more now, obviously more uncomfortable than he had been only minutes before. He was beginning to look more desperate as he watched her every move.

“Does Phoenix want the use of his hands?” she teased, approaching him and stroking his cheek once more, smiling at him.

He gave a very slight nod, barely a movement at all.

Considering this, she unbuckled the straps holding him to the rails. Cuffs were still present at his wrists, and these she took hold of and forced him to his knees. He willingly dropped to the hard floor, bowing his body until his face was only a couple of inches from the surface.

“Up,” she said, and he quickly got to his feet in front of her, keeping his head bowed so as to stare at the floor. This one definitely knew the drill, and she smiled inwardly that he was listening so well.

Slowly, seductively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his bare chest, slowly working up his neck and to just beside his lips before stopping. The collar was placed tightly back around his neck, this time not attached to anything. He didn’t move to stop her, only remaining still so that she could buckle it in place.

“Good boy,” she whispered, breathing in his ear before nibbling the top part.

He sucked in his breath, but again didn’t move. The look on his face said that he was fighting hard to keep his composure, and she touched him slower, more sensually than she had been, trailing fingers down his bare thigh and across his stomach.

She continued this torture for a few more minutes, just until he couldn’t help but squirm in protest as he tried to put some distance between his sensitive flesh and her fingertips. Tiny bumps had formed all over him, gooseflesh as he fought to control himself.

She smiled and laughed quietly as he squirmed, clearly enjoying every second. The lead up was always her favourite part, but then, it was his favourite as well. The conclusion was never as good when things were rushed in the beginning.

Teeth bite hard into his left nipple and he cried out in shock before moaning loudly in pleasure. He wondered briefly if she had bitten hard enough to draw blood, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that her teeth were working their way to his other nipple, where they playfully nipped a few times before biting down. He stifled another cry and turned it into a sort of snarl before he could stop himself.

She didn’t seem to mind the growl, pulling on the collar so that he was at her eye level before she bit his lip, running her tongue over it before lightly kissing him. Tailing kisses down his neck again, she ran her tongue back up so that when she reached his mouth once more, she kissed more fiercely, more urgently.

Parting his lips, she forced her tongue into his mouth with skill, pulling back long enough to bite his lip again and step back completely. He moaned aloud at the sudden absence of her touch.

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That’s it for now, but there will be more soon. 😉

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