219.Dragon-Tiger Kama Sutra Yin-Yang Great Pleasure Scripture
According to Dragon-Tiger Kama Sutra Yin-Yang Great Pleasure Scripture, sex was more mental than physical. The author of the Scripture certainly practiced this principle to the letter. Simply reading the text proved both erotic and hypnotic.
Beno could feel the sex leaping from the pages. It was real. He could feel and touch it—the smell of it, the taste of it. Beno Alder was fascinated by the way he felt. More importantly, he was captivated by the way he could make someone else feel.
He could hear the sound of a woman in orgasm—the moans, the whimpering, plaintive whines, little screams, and sometimes not-so-little screams of a woman in full, shaking, shuddering, helpless ecstasy.
However, nothing was quite like the full, hands-on experience of the real thing to hone his skills.
And now, a naturally gorgeous woman stood right in front of him—trapped in a box, bound, frightened, and panicking.
He had practiced this very scenario in his head many times, and now it was the moment of truth. Is Dragon-Tiger Kama Sutra Yin-Yang Great Pleasure Scripture truly as good as advertised?
His heart startee to race, but he controlled his breathing as instructed by the Scripture.
"Don't worry. I'll take you home!" His voice was sensual and calming. Then he smiled at her as she opened her eyes in surprise.
After being stuffed in a box and transported for hours—possibly even a day or two—she had mentally prepared herself to be violated, hurt, and humiliated. Her captor's gentle voice therefore caught her completely off guard.
Then she noticed how handsome he was. Such a striking face, such a charming smile!
And the trick was in the eyes. His eyes were a storm waiting to break—deep-set and framed by dark, elegant lashes that cast shadows like whispered secrets. Their color defied easy description: from afar, they seemed a quiet steel grey, but as he came close, flecks of ancient gold emerged, like sunlight caught in smoke. They held an otherworldly depth, as if they'd witnessed centuries of stories yet never fully told a single one.
His gaze felt like moonlight brushing across the skin—cool, distant, yet strangely intimate. When he locked eyes with her, it was as though the air bent slightly around the moment, as if the universe itself paused to eavesdrop.
Gazing into his eyes, she felt dizzy. Though she wanted to look away, she found herself unable to break his hypnotic stare.
"Do you want me to take you home?"
"Yes," she replied, confused. That doesn't make sense. Yet somehow she wanted to believe him.
"Good girl." That was the magic phrase. The way he said it was so pleasant, a wave of pride and happiness swept through her. And she needed it, badly. Ever since childhood, all the family's praise had gone to her sister—the prodigy and future hope of the Order.
But I am a good girl, she agreed with him in her mind.
"Are you willing to fight to go home?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Good girl." He said it again in such a sultry voice, making her want to please him and be his good girl.
"Are you willing to do anything to go home?"
"Yes," she replied without hesitation.
"Good girl." Again, that wave of pride and happiness washed through her. Each time, her need to obey deepened. The words made her yearn to prove her goodness so he would call her "good girl" once more.
"Do you believe I can take you home?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Good girl."
If he keeps saying that I'm going to... His voice is so sexy. How can I hear it so clearly in my head?
"Good girls obey," he smiled.
"Yeah."
"What do good girls do?"
Good girl obeys.
"Obey."
"Do you want to be a good girl?"
"Yes!"
"Then what must you do?"
"Obey."
"Good girl."
Beno's smile widened. Everything was progressing exactly as he had rehearsed in his mind.
He lifted her up, standing so close that their noses touched. He could feel the heat radiating from her body.
He leaned forward and kissed her lips so very, very tenderly. She closed her lovely amber eyes, and opened her mouth just a little.
His hands circled around her. Two streams of celestial essence flowed from his fingertips, forming dragon and tiger patterns that pulsed with pink energy. As the essence touched the ropes binding her hands, they dissolved into smoke.
He gazed at her stunning face, feeling her warm breath against his skin. She had a beautiful, full-lipped mouth, and he accepted the invitation of her parted lips and kissed her again. She opened wider, and suddenly they were kissing passionately, her arms encircling him in a tight lover's embrace.
Then she felt a breeze across her skin. Her dress dissipated, just like the rope, and she found herself half-naked, wearing only her bra and panties.
"What… what are you doing…" she gasped, breaking away. "What am I doing?" Yet she held him as tightly as ever, her shyness battling with her desire and awakening sexuality.
He leaned in closer and kissed her again, and she responded eagerly. She was a naturally sexual woman, and he began to caress her, running his hands over her body, feeling her breasts through the lacy fabric of her bra.
She moaned quietly, all too obviously enjoying his manhandling of her tits, and when he traced her nipples and squeezed them, she moaned even louder. He moved his hand up her back, feeling her incredibly smooth and silky skin, then unhooked her bra.
"Don't, don't…" she was begging, tears welling up in her eyes again, but then she heard those words: "Good girl. Are you a good girl?"
"Yes," she moaned, as she suddenly felt her white cotton panties melt away beneath his touch.
"Here, hold this." Beno commanded and she compliantly, maybe even unthinkingly took hold of the bra, holding it high for him.
"Good girl. What does a good girl do?"
"Obey." She moaned again.
The world spun as he suddenly lifted her naked body over his shoulder. When he laid her on the bed, she curled her legs up, exposing herself to him.
"Good girl." Beno slapped her butt and slipped his right hand between her thighs. She was wet—not just wet, but incredibly wet—and his two middle fingers slid easily into her hot, succulent depths.
"Yeah, you Red Party pig…" she groaned as he began to probe in and out. Her wetness increased even more—if that was possible. Despite her name-calling, the moment the bondage on her feet was removed, she opened her legs wide for him.
He leaned forward, inhaling her essence. She smelled hot, wet, sexual—a primitive "come hither" mating call, which he answered gladly. His mouth fastened on her sex, kissing and licking, tasting her juices, circling her clitoris relentlessly, slackening off a little, then sucking her into his mouth again.
She was whimpering, completely at his mercy. He must know that she needed... needed...
His tongue started flicking her clitoris hard. "Oh..." she moaned, or perhaps screamed—she wasn't sure which. He flicked it again and again. "Oh... no... nonono." She wasn't sure why she was saying no. Maybe she meant yes? Her mind was swirling. She couldn't get enough air. Words made no sense. Her body was betraying her, craving more and more, and her hands couldn't keep still—her right hand clenching and unclenching, her left hand still tightly holding the bra, nails digging into the fabric.
She threw her head back and screamed her body's frustration, arching her feverish hips into his face, writhing in his arms, squealing her pleasure with a body that was no longer hers to control. She was tossing her head back and forth with lust-filled eyes, crying with delirium, panting with need, her soul dissolving in the liquid fire of molten ecstasy. He seemed so strong, holding her in place as her body rode on the crest of waves of pleasure, struggling in his grip in its eagerness to feel more of his touch.
She could feel his sweat and his scent surrounding her. His fingers were driving her mad. How could he be doing this to her. Why couldn't she come? In one quick movement, she seized his hair and pushed his head hard -- ALL THE WAY -- against her clitoris as hard as she could whilst angling her hips upwards at the same time, seeking to push herself into the most powerful orgasm of her life. She screamed in pleasure and frustration, arching her nude torso right off the bed, tossing her head back with her face the picture of erotic bliss.
"Why can't I come?" She was about to say more, but his tongue moved and conscious thought evaporated. Lightning struck her body in wave after wave as she moaned a litany of incoherence. She needed to speak, and she knew only one way. Grabbing his hair, she pushed his head down hard against herself with a simultaneous upward thrust of her hips. A blinding bolt of pleasure seared through her, threatening to wipe her completely from existence.
Then something amazing happened. A part of her seemed to melt away, and she couldn't tell whether it was from her body or from her mind. Yet it drifted inexorably into his deep, gold-flecked eyes.
It was a feeling both thrilling and comfortable, as if part of her had become him, and part of him had become her. She now knew him—knew his deepest desire—and understood that he was using all his power, his entire being, to please her, to make her explode in the most intense orgasm possible. This realization excited her even more.
Fighting through the excitement, she held his head still and rode through the unending waves of delight. Conscious thought returned and she quickly gasped, "What did you do?" before he moved his body and jostled her -- and by extension her clitoris -- against his tongue, sending wave after crashing wave of pleasure through her soul, clouding her mind once more and wringing animalistic cries of lust from her sensual lips.