He wasn’t kissing her, he was merely teasing her, denying her his affectionate caresses and touches which she sought with every fibre of her being. He blew on the valley between her two perfect mounds and her back arched and a deep cry of frustration was torn from her lips making her legs clamp together.

The scent of the rising need between her legs mingled with her discontent at his actions and she wrapped her arms around his buffed back and pulled him towards herself. But he didn’t budge and slowly continued with his tenacious task.

Her hands roamed and his eyes narrowed, hauling himself up and propping on his knees he opened the buckle and removed his belt and Aselia’s eyes fluttered while her heart accelerated its pace. His gaze was a raging storm and Aselia knew she was about to drown in it.

"What?" She whimpered as Xiran grabbed her hands and bound them in his belt.

"You are not allowed to touch me during your punishment, stay still now," he placed her hands above her head.

"Nooo," she shook her head, this was the worst kind of punishment, he wasn’t touching her and wouldn’t allow her to touch him either. But him exerting dominance and tying her up was stirring new kinds of desires in her, ones she didn’t know existed.

Xiran continued with his slow torture against her skin, the aroma of her red nectar mingled with her rising essence that existed between her legs. This filled his nostrils and he desired to take a sip from both.

Jerking away the thoughts he so lightly touched the tip of his tongue with her ruby-hued top and she shamelessly shrieked and writhed under him, wanting more of his tongue and mouth on herself, making him triumphantly smirk. Her eyes glazed with desires, the desires he wasn’t fulfilling.

"I love it when you moan so deliciously for me, soon you will be begging Leia," and he continued his provocative actions, slowly lowering himself he reached her belly button and lightly licked her there.

Aselia’s body jerked and she struggled against her bound hands, her restless legs constantly rubbed against each other, seeking relief he didn’t provide. The tension was building in her core, mounting to new levels where she wanted to wail and get a release.

"Xiran, please!" she finally whimpered, her head shaking with the intensity of build-up from only his warm breath. He had reached her waistline and now he engrossedly observed how tightly she had pressed her thighs together.

"Open your legs," he ordered in that velvety sexual voice of his and Aselia shut them even more tightly.

"Listen to me Leia or I will keep this up all night," he playfully warned and she pouted at him.

"I am soaking and you didn’t even touch me," she whispered back, almost embarrassed.

"I know, I want to see," she slowly opened her legs and Xiran held the lower parts of her thighs, lifted them and spread them wide. Her emerald lacy panty was completely drenched by her womanly fluids and Xiran wanted nothing more but to suck her dry.

Aselia shut her eyes, the heat rising and crimsoning her whole face. This man never failed to embarrass her.

"See how only my breath can soak you wet and yet you wanted to watch him. Can he do what I did?" He authoritatively asked.

"No!" She was breathless and mortified and yet every nerve cell in her body was turned on, making her skin hypersensitive.

"And I bet no one has done this Leia," his hands held her thighs in the air as his lips descended on the thin fabric and he began to suck.

All those dormant desires Aselia possessed surged and rushed through her veins like an electric current, shocking her, electrifying her, and making her thrash and wiggle against his firm hold.

The dam of ecstasy broke inside her, filling her with the exquisite warmth his soft lips were providing and she wondered how his lips would feel like against her skin.

How could it feel so exhilarating, so tantalizing, so profound at the same time?

Her juices flowed in so much abundance and he was soaking it all in as if it was an elixir he needed for his survival. His lips deftly shifted with the rhythm of her hips, which were swaying of their own accord.

A yelp escaped her parted lips when she felt his tongue across the fabric, she could sense it against her core, how she wanted him to tear the boundary away and engulf her whole but this was him punishing her and he wouldn’t grant what she desired.

"Xiran! I can’t take it anymore, stop," she panted, her tied hands dragging on the soft bed sheet and yet he paid her no heed. His velvety tongue licked alongside the dripping lace, the delicate part of her skin so soft and smooth.

His tongue brushed it like an artist stroking his canvas, dyeing it in his colours, possessing it with every stroke that fell, every whimper she made, and every caress that left his tongue and lips.

Her legs, she couldn’t feel them anymore, they were numb from the sensations he caused, and her throat was a desert from the constant moans and yet she didn’t want him to stop.

This man was all she wanted, all she needed, all she desired and all she would ever want to possess. She watched him with glazed eyes, showing him her desires and how he had reduced her to a shivering mess.

Finally, he softly pressed his lips on the side of her thigh and let go of them and Aselia came plummeting back to reality from her dreamy state. He shifted above her and pressed down on her fiery body, engulfing her whole in his large frame.

His hands reached for the belt as his darkened eyes which held unfulfilled longings hungrily watched her. Xiran set her hands free while his wet lips where her juices still lingered descended on her dry ones and a fresh waltz of their yearnings began under the soft light of his bedroom.