[Erotic Bites] Noblewoman & Suitor

Dainty wrists illuminated solely by the warm glow of ambient candle light strained ever so slightly against restraints fashioned of snow-white lace, which bound her to her velvet-curtained bedframe. Soft gasps frequently punctuated shaky breaths broken otherwise only by occasional faint pleadings for something never quite specified. Cool air wafted in from an open window looking out to the moonlit sky tickled her exposed, tender flesh in a tantalizing mix of pleasure and discomfort.

“Well, look at you.” Her handsome suitor said. He gazed up from his place between her thighs, each wrapped in yet more of the pristine lace and gently forced open. “Your cute little face is all red, but you’re all covered in shiver marks. Is it cold, wearing nothing but strips of lace?”

“I-I am alright, thank you...” She lied, averting her gaze with a shiver of embarrassment or cold- she could not tell.

“Are you certain?” He traced a finger lazily along her inner thigh and toward her sex. “I wouldn’t want you catching cold, you know...”

Grazing his fingertips in teasing circles around her honeypot, he lapped at her fringes. Once again, she shivered and a faint whimper escaped her lips. This caught her suitor’s attention, and he continued to torture her with tantalizing flicks of his tongue- always straying so close to where she desired most, but never quite giving her the satisfaction of what it was she so desired.


“Ah...” She found herself desperately holding back heavy breaths, nearly panting from the sweet and prolonged torment. “P-Please...”

“Please, what?” He looked up, only ceasing the assault on her senses for so long as to say so, before returning to his decadent task. His eyes were now locked upon hers as she struggled to maintain any sense of composure.

“P-Please... my lord...” Her voice was nothing more than a faltering whisper upon the crisp night air.

“Good girl.” He flashed her a knowing smile, causing to her reflexively avert her gaze once more. “Now, now... it’s impolite to look away when your lord is working so diligently to please you. You don’t want to be rude, do you?”

She whimpered more audibly, slowly and painfully turning her gaze to meet his. The embarrassment... the utter humiliation of being so helplessly tied up and exposed as she was. The feeling of being so utterly sapped of any will to resist what was happening, and knowing that she might do just about anything that she was asked in this state... it was almost enough by itself to bring her to the edge of climax. Her toes began to curl and she turned her knees inward ever so slightly. This was met with the sudden firm grasp of her suitor’s two large hands upon either thigh.

“You wouldn’t be thinking of losing control already, would you?” He grinned and squeezed her tender flesh hard, evoking a sharp little yelp from his pretty little plaything. “I wonder what exactly it is that has you so worked up that you would misbehave like that.”

“I won’t...” She gasped and panted, desperately trying to get the words out and prevent herself from losing control as she felt the agonizingly-cruel laps of his warm tongue against her most sacred of places. “I will be good... and wait... like my lord wants...”