Lucien sighed, heavily and audibly, so she couldn’t miss it despite her blindfold. “Sophie. Do you want me to punish you?”

She bit her lip, genuinely unsure.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but you’re making my fingers itch to reach for the paddle in the drawer next to you.”

Paddle? Okay… so maybe she should have obeyed him after all.

“No paddle,” she breathed, and held her body stock still as his mouth drifted from the base of her throat to her pubic bone and back up again, his hand heavy on her thigh.

“Better,” he murmured, and licked each of her nipples in turn. Long, slow sweeps of his tongue that made her moan with pleasure.

“Better still.” He cupped her breasts in his hands and pushed them together with a guttural sound of appreciation.

The effort of holding still was worth it to feel and hear his approval. He had a way of taking charge of her and managing to make her feel invincible at the same time, and it was a heady combination.

When he moved away from her her anxiety levels spiked again. She jumped as his hands grasped her ankles and swept them apart, then he moved to kneel between her calves.

“If you could only see what I can see right now," he murmured.

Sophie closed her eyes behind the blindfold. He must have an x-rated view, she could feel her sex opening for him. She must be all heaving breasts and pink flesh. Am image of the lesbians from the sex club crept back into her mind and Sophie was glad of the blindfold to hide her abashed eyes from Lucien.

His palms swept up her legs, long slow strokes that ended tantalisingly close to her sex. He paused and reached across her body to the table again.

“I’m going to pour warm wax on you.”

Sophie yanked hard on her restraints in shock. She’d seen Madonna do something similar in a kinky movie and it had looked painful. Lucien splayed his hand on her stomach to still her, and the remaining melted ice water in her navel spilled over her body.

“Didn’t I tell you to trust me?”

Before she could find her voice to protest, Lucien had trailed a ribbon of warm droplets across her abdomen from hip to hip.

She released the breath she’d been holding in. The wax was hot but not scaldingly so, and Lucien’s hands had settled over her pubic bone, a huge warm butterfly pressing gently on her flesh.

“It melts into oil,” he said as his hands started to glide over her skin, his thumbs occasionally brushing the tiny landing strip of hair spared by her beauty therapist. His fingers warm and slick on her inner thighs, Lucien massaged the oil everywhere apart from where she really craved it. She splayed her legs wide and lifted her hips into his hands.

Could he see her clitoris? He must be able to. She was as open as she possibly could be to him, throbbing with lust for his hands to zero in on her sex.

Instead, he licked her.

The feel of his head nestled between her legs had her gasping his name, and in response his hands settled on her hips to hold her steady.

Sophie’s head thrashed from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut beneath the silk of the blindfold. The chain on the cuffs scraped against the bed as she writhed, restless for release.

Jesus. The man knew what he was doing. His tongue was everywhere. Slow and easy over her clitoris. Long and firm as it dipped inside her. She was hot, and wet, and wanting. He was strong, and giving, and so mind-numbingly sexy that Sophie started to tremble from her tied up hands to her toes. She was going to come. She was going to come.

And that was when Lucien stopped.

“No!” she cried out and bucked her body towards where he had been, desperate for him to come back. And then he did, making her jump violently as something cold and hard whispered over her nipples. She felt them stiffen instantly under its icy ministrations.

What was that? It was too solid for ice. She was hot, and whatever it was, it was beyond cold. Her brain reeled with lust as he stroked the object across her mouth.

It was cold. And hard. And glass.

And then she knew, even as her lips parted to allow the bulbous end of the glass dildo into her mouth.

She heard Lucien groan, and could only imagine how sluttish she must look tied to the bed and letting him fuck her mouth with the big glass cock.

It was so, so cold.

Lucien slipped his other hand between her parted legs and pushed his fingers inside her, then eased the dildo out of her mouth and touched it against her clitoris instead.             

Ice-cold and mouth-warm all at the same time, and hard. So very, very hard. Sophie moaned in appreciation of the brand new sensations Lucien had exposed her body to. Cold, heavy glass against fever-hot flesh.

He leaned forward and slipped his tongue into her mouth, then reached behind her head and untied the blindfold.

“Open your eyes, Princess.”

Sophie blinked as her restored vision adjusted to the light, and she saw her own image reflected in the ceiling mirrors. Naked. Splayed. Chained. A Viking knelt between her knees.

The glass dildo looked even more erotic in his hands than it had on the film. Clear crystal, with a raised ribbon of glittering Aurora Borealis glass helter-skeltered around the outside… delicious ridges of friction every time he turned it, and a bulbous, cock-like end. Lucien screwed it slowly into her, and the nuances of the rippled glass bounced a million tiny rainbows of colour around the walls of the candlelit room. Still cold, Sophie felt every delicious ridge of the dildo slide in, unyielding and rock solid.

Her eyes devoured the erotic tableau. Lucien, naked and kneeling, the beautiful wolf tattoo alive across his muscular back as he worked between her legs. Soft fur at her back. Crystal rainbows on the walls. Leather cuffs around her wrists.

Sophie revised her opinion on mirrored ceilings. They weren't old hat. They were a classic for a reason.

When Lucien dipped his head to suckle her clitoris, the early warning signs of Sophie’s oncoming orgasm started to tingle through her body like electricity.

Lucien, Lucien, Lucien…

Lucien glanced up Sophie's taut curves and caught her eye a second before his tongue touched her clitoris again. He’d had countless women over the years, but Sophie Black, naked and shackled to his bed, was up there with the most erotic encounters of his life. Watching her bloom made his cock ache.

She was so ready, he could feel her clitoris quivering and swollen.

It was time.

He screwed the glass dildo as deep as it would go inside her and traced letters on her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

P… she shuddered

R… she arched