It’s MOAN DAY and have I found some naughtiness for you? Oh yes, I have. Imagine a large table, covered with cream, custard, creme brûlée, sugar, cheesecakes and all things sweet. Then imagine being laid out across that table and smothered in them! Marianna is going to have lots of fun 🙂

“Lay back, pumpkin. You’re my dessert canvas and I want to paint you with all the wonderful little treats that have been laid out for me.” Mark had just taken what looked like a mini wooden spatula from one of the many slaves who were busy handing out all sorts of implements, and Marianna wasn’t sure she was going to like this very much. Sitting a naked backside down on crème anglaise was one thing, smearing your whole body and hair in it, was quite another entirely. Slowly closing her jaw, which had just managed to come under her control once more, she sneaked a peek through her lashes and studied Mark’s expression. One look at him told her there was little room for leeway. The eyebrows were raised, the jaw was taut and the steely brown eyes said that this was not a question up for discussion. Wincing inwardly, she counted to ten and slowly began to lower herself backwards towards the glass. It would be the crime of the century to destroy the artwork that the naked chefs had presented upon the table top, but that didn’t seem to concern Matthews in the least. All he had on his mind was food. Men were all the same.

On the downward descent she closed her eyes. Her hands slid on squidgy, wet, warm, ice-cold and crunchy – all these feelings and textures were hers to explore and endure. Matthews, damn the man, was laughing, which told her that the look she was wearing was probably not one of her prettiest.

“Relax, Marianna. Believe it or not, there’s a really good reason I am going to get you horribly sticky and messy. Do you want to fathom a guess as to why?”

She did not, but his gaze continued to feast down upon her until she became so uncomfortable she couldn’t help but blurt out an answer. “You’re going to use me as fish food and dunk me in the aquarium?” Marianna’s reply was somewhat dry. The frozen cheesecake was not. It was beginning to melt against the small of her back and it was a most invigorating experience.

Mark grinned and looked up at the immense aquarium that decorated the whole wall to the back of the bar. The fish had become quite excitable as the night wore on, much like the patrons of the bar, and were darting around with considerable enthusiasm, blurred colours weaving in and out of the seaweed and rocks. “Nice idea, but wrong guess.” Moving his Perspex stool closer to the table, until he was resting in-between the middle of Marianna’s legs and his face was just inches away from her sex, he blew a little tickle of warm air upon her swollen clit.” She groaned in heat and he couldn’t resist a wolfish grin. “The messier you get, young lady, the more time it will take me to clean you up.” He picked up a dollop of caramel sauce and let it dribble from his spatula to land in little ribbons upon her immaculately smooth pussy. “There are no showers in this building, sweatpea, and there is only one way to get clean. If you can hazard a guess as to how you’ll get clean, I might try my best to ensure that you have only one orgasm, rather than several.” He picked up a chocolate cigarello and twirled it around in his fingers before sucking softly at the tip, letting the heat of his mouth melt the soft and wondrously smooth chocolate. Then he transferred his new, makeshift pen to her abdomen.

“Oh God,” whispered Marianna, who was now desperately wishing she had uttered her safe word when the opportunity had presented itself.

Mark teased her, swirling the chocolate tip around her navel, watching as her flesh quivered in need. “What shall I write? Hmm…” The cigarello hovered in mid-air for a moment as he considered his canvas and then it teased her bottom lip. “Suck, precious, for I have a feeling I am going to need a lot of ink.”

Obediently Marianna sucked the chocolate into her mouth and he helped its progress by thrusting it gently inside her, letting her get a taste for the dark, yet beautifully sweet flavour. He let her have a good suck and when he pulled it out again, she whispered, “It’s spicy.”

“And here was me thinking you weren’t paying attention earlier. Yes, they’ve introduced a little chilli to pepper the strong taste, and I think it works quite well. There are parts of you that might disagree with me later, but that’s by the by. Now… as to writing…”

He plucked the cigarello, which had diminished considerably in size, from her lips and trailed a long line from her chin down to her stomach. He grinned when she wriggled. “Ticklish? My, oh my, Miss Morreau, you’re going to have quite an amusing evening tonight.” The pen poised itself just under her breasts and then it began to write in the soft, swirling script of an artist.

“I must answer, without fail, every single question my Master poses. Failure to do so will result in being made to come at least another twenty…”

“Alright, alright,” said Marianna who was now more than a little breathless. “You are going to lick me clean, but I think I should warn you that there are a lot of calories in that stuff, if you’re considering decorating me all over in it.” The chocolate quill had begun to focus on her breasts and drew slow sensuous circles around the soft flesh in a spiral shape, getting smaller and smaller until they reached the unbearably tender point of her nipple. She whimpered and squirmed as the cigarello teased and tormented the hard little nub, nearly out of her mind with lust.

“Wrong answer. I’m going to lick some of you clean, but there’s a reason our naked chefs are still in attendance. When I have licked, sucked and nibbled to my heart’s content, I’ll let someone else have a go and watch you writhe and scream from a respectable distance. Actually, probably not so respectable, but you’ll be too busy enjoying yourself to notice. They’re well trained. We could even try two at once. Think you’d enjoy that, Miss Morreau?” He brought the chocolate stick up to his lips and took a bite and he tilted his head to the side as he savoured the experience. As the silence stretched, he raised an eyebrow at her. “OK, twenty orgasms it is then. Let’s start now shall we?”

The Ties That Bind is 284 pages of naughtiness and released on the 09.14.2015 http://getbook.at/TTTB

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