Lured into Lies by Melanie Martins
Chapter 33
Petra Van Gatt
I don’t think I could’ve dreamt of a better way to celebrate my nineteenth birthday than being here in this fairytale castle with my newlywed husband. Jeez, I can barely believe that I’m actually married. After everything Alex and I went through, here we are finally together and ready to start a new chapter of our lives. My heart is bouncing hard inside my chest, impatient to be with him. As we stand in front of a wooden door upstairs, Alex twists the handle, pulling and opening the door wide. He then steps aside, inviting me into our bedroom. After we get in, I give a quick glance around and realize the entire room is lit with candles, which provides us with a cozy atmosphere, perfectly matching with the neo-Gothic design and wooden furniture of the castle. After closing and locking the door behind us, Alex stands behind me and starts slowly but surely unzipping my dress. “I must say, I’m glad you wore a dress that is so simple to take off.”
A quick chuckle escapes me at his observation. “Well, believe me, tomorrow that’s not going to be the case,” I tell him as he finishes to open the back of my dress.
“But tomorrow we are flying away…”
“We are?” I ask, surprised, turning to face him.
His blue eyes, warm and piercing, drop to my mouth, and for a slip moment, a flutter hits my stomach. “At ten in the evening,” he explains further. I blink twice, barely believing it. “What? You think I wouldn’t want to have you all to myself for our honeymoon?”
My lips part, still processing the news. “I didn’t even know we had a honeymoon planned,” I tell him, my heart racing in excitement.
“Now you know.”
“Where are we heading?” I ask instantly.
He quirks a tight smile and looks down at me, his eyes serious. “You should already know that’s a surprise.”
“But I didn’t bring any extra clothes.” While I say those words, Alex removes the sleeves from my arms and shoves the dress down, until it falls on the floor.
A wicked smile flashes on his face as his eyes lock on my white embroidered lingerie. “You won’t need clothes…”
I chuckle, loving how lost he gets in me. “Do you like it?” My tone is sweet and inviting.
His mouth gapes, unable to hide his growing arousal. “I don’t like it, no…” And before I can ask him why, he adds, “I love it.” His hand cups the back of my head, pulling me into him, my lips crushing into his. His tongue slips into my mouth, caressing and tangling mine so sensually that a rush of wetness coats my thong, awakening all my senses. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I deepen our kiss, while his hands travel up to the clasps of my bra, which he unfastens at once.
Breaking our kiss, I throw my bra away and a small smile settles on my lips seeing how much he’s enjoying the view of my bare chest. All of a sudden, though, Alex walks past me and goes to the end of the room, where he takes something from a drawer. Once he comes back, my eyes narrow at the silk blindfold he carries in his hands.
“What is that for?” I ask instantly as he stands in front of me.
The corner of his mouth tugs up with a dare, his eyes glittering with obsession. “Do you trust me?”
“Um, yeah.”
Alex goes behind me and puts the blindfold over my eyes. I tense as my sight becomes filled with darkness. He then ties and tightens it behind as much as possible so it won’t move. After, he takes my hand and guides me to the bed. There, he lays me in the center and spreads my arms wide apart. My mind keeps ruminating, wondering what he’s got in mind. He takes my right hand, and I feel a band being placed around my wrist. Then he pulls my wrist a bit up, and it seems like he’s tying it onto something.
Wait—What?
I try to push my right wrist, but I can’t— it’s restrained on the bed. And before I can open my mouth and ask him, I hear him saying, “Stay still.” His voice, stern and full of authority, slides through me like a cold shiver. He doesn’t seem to be playing around. Then Alex goes to the other side and does the same on my left wrist. Holy shit! He’s handcuffed me to the bed! A little grunt leaves my throat when his fingers run over the sides of my thong and pushes the fabric down my legs all the way to my feet, until he removes it completely. Then he bends and stretches apart my legs, letting my bare pussy be fully exposed and at his mercy. I let a shiver escape, worried about what is to come.
Now he seems to be cuffing my ankles, and by the time I try to move them, I realize I’m totally restrained. And worse, I can’t see shit.
Acutely conscious of my nudity, I swallow the lump in my throat, but remain quiet and still. I’ve got no freaking idea what he’s gonna do, and my heart starts racing at the anticipation of his touch, his voice, anything.
Suddenly, I feel his warm body hovering on mine, taunting me hard. And I lean forward trying to taste it.
Then his hot breath tickles my neck, up to my ear, and the sensation of it coats my skin with goosebumps. “Do you remember when I asked you if I could discipline you?”
Oh dear Lord… The question itself leaves me without air, and I open my mouth wide, letting a quick moan escape.
“Yes,” I breathe.
His teeth pull softly at my earlobe, teasing me and making me gasp for more. “And do you have an answer for that?”
I exhale louder than I should, but my heart is hammering inside my chest, and I feel myself drenching at his question. Millions of scenarios run through my mind at what he might do to me if I agree. And then I recall the night he spanked me in his trophy room—it was frightening and exhilarating at the same. But above all, it was good. It was so freaking good that I swallow, feeling my wetness spreading out from between my legs. And I can’t help but wonder if he’ll do something similar tonight. “I, um, I’m okay with that,” I manage to pull the words off, even though my excitement makes it hard to speak.
While I can’t see him, my intuition tells me he’s smiling, reveling in my answer. To my surprise, he leaves the bed, and I hear him pacing around the room. Did I say something wrong? Wasn’t it the right answer?
Then I hear the movements of his arms as he seems to be removing his shirt. Afterward, the sound of the buckle of his belt tells me he’s taking his pants off. My chest rises as I take a deep breath, impatiently waiting for him. The tips of his fingers start caressing the inside of my thigh at the knee level, and I shiver at the unexpected touch while trying to fight the growing heat that is taking over me. Then his lips softly brush on the same spot, and the heat between my legs intensifies, leaving me breathless. Oh gosh… Rolling my lips between my teeth and releasing it, I arch my back and try to move my legs, which are both bent wide apart. His mouth trails wet kisses from my thigh up to my center, and he’s close, so close to taste me that my pussy is soaking––anxiously waiting to be eaten. “Ah…" My pelvis sways in circular movements, craving to have his tongue pressed on me. But he’s taking his time, taunting me even more as he remains slowly kissing the flesh near my opening without yet going there. “Please…” I find myself saying, sounding desperate. I try to move my hands so that I can put his face right on the spot, but in vain. I give a sudden squirm once I finally feel him sucking on the swollen, little nub. “Oh yes…” I moan in release, my hips rocking into him and begging him to lick every inch of me. Alex holds my legs apart, pushing my pussy against him. He then slips his tongue inside me, and a frenzy of fire storms through my veins, my back arching at the intrusion. “Ah…” The sensation of his warm tongue exploring me leads to an instant rush of euphoric pleasure. “More…” I need more of his tongue inside me, more of his mouth pressed against my cunt, more of these delicious sensations that leave me gasping for air. My hips slowly rolls into his mouth; I’m entirely addicted to him. I lick my lips, overwhelmed with lust. All of a sudden, though, I no longer feel his lips or tongue in me, and my heart sinks, craving for the return of his touch. “Why did you stop?” Yet I hear no answer. And now I get it, he’s torturing me by controlling my pleasure, and I can’t fight back. I can’t use my hands, I can’t even see him, and I’m tied down. Tied and at his mercy. “Please,” I beg, growing desperate to feel him again.
Fortunately, his thumb goes to my clit, and he starts rubbing it in circles. Oh gosh… My pussy throbs, heat spreads through me at the divine sensation, and I press my lips tightly, suppressing a moan.
“Are you gonna be a good girl tonight?” he asks so sensually that I shiver.
“Yes,” I moan, frantically waiting for more.
“Will you do as you are told?”
At this point, my head is a hazy field of desire consumed by lust, and I find myself repeating the same word. “Yes.” His thumb keeps rubbing harder and faster around my throbbing clit, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. “More…” I plead, my pelvis twitching. Alex adds pressure to his movements, and I feel his finger soaked in my juice. “Oh, fuck…” The words roll out of my throat as my body simmers with rapture. I’m close, so damn close. “Please…” His wicked tongue penetrates me, and he holds me tight by the hips, so that I can’t move while he’s finishing me off. I can hear him making sloppy noises as he licks and sucks every single inch of me, and I tilt my head back, moaning at the rising orgasm. “Ah…” He keeps devouring me with so much ardor and devotion that I succumb to him, my mind overthrown by lust, and the sensitive little nerves in my body blaze like fireworks. “Ah…” I almost cry from the sheer impact of it all; I don’t think there is any better sensation on the planet than this. “Oh my…” His mouth on my cunt is as addictive as heroine, and while he’s pinning soft kisses on my swollen flesh, I drag some precious air into my lungs to regain my breathing.
“If that’s the type of punishment you want to inflict on me in the future, I’m all in,” I manage to pull off, unsure if he’s still in between my legs or not. The orgasm left me exhausted but also in a bliss-filled state like no other.
“That was not a punishment,” he says, walking away for a moment before he returns. “I just wanted to make you come before I give you one.”
My body tenses instantly at the seriousness in his voice. “I did nothing wrong to get punished,” I chide.
“You did.”
I genuinely can’t think of anything though. So I press, “What?”
“You told Emma my secret, despite promising me you wouldn’t.”
Gosh! I’d totally forgotten about it! I remember well when Emma repeated it out loud in front of Yara. It was obvious his sister would report the incident to him. “Why are you punishing me only now, then?”
“I figured you would be more compliant tonight.”
A lump of anticipation lodges in my throat, and I swallow hard. My breathing becomes more elaborated and deeper, and my stomach lurches in morbid anxiety. “What are you gonna do?”
“Nothing you can’t tolerate,” he says dryly. And before I can ask him more, I feel his hands on my skin, sensually massaging me around my abdomen. Is he giving me a massage? That doesn’t feel like a punishment though. His hands travel up to my chest, and I can smell a blend of lavender, jojoba, and almond in the oil he’s using. His hands rub around my tits in circular movements, and I can’t for the life of me believe that this is a punishment; it feels just too good. I press my lips tight, heat spreading through me at the heady sensation of his hands on me. They roam back down to my stomach, and I love how he adds some pressure as he rubs me. “Mm…” His fondling helps me to relax, but then he stops, and I let out a breath in annoyance.
All of a sudden, though, a gasp escapes me as I feel something fiery hot dripping on my abdomen. It’s way too warm to be sperm, and it doesn’t feel like liquid either. “Ouch…” I squeeze my eyes tight while my body twists, and my back arches at the burst of heat that coats my skin. “What is it?” I manage to pull off from my lungs despite the soreness.
“You will soon find out.” Alex seems to take pleasure in leaving me in the dark, and just as the drips seem to have dried or cooled, he pours some more onto my skin, this time just above my belly button. “Ah!” I open my mouth to curse but stop myself, clenching my teeth instead as I let the pain sink into me. My hands try instantly to go and remove what’s causing this burning sensation, but they are stopped just as fast by the restraints. Dammit! This is getting fucking hot! I whimper and my body trembles, apprehensively waiting for more. My heart is even racing in anticipation of what is yet to come. Another drip hits my skin, and another one, like a trail going up to my chest creating an intense sting of heat that makes me shiver and whimper. Gosh! That's definitely not as relaxing as the massage. “Ah…” I keep moaning feebly, while sweat starts coursing down my spine. But what the heck is it? I focus on all my senses and pay particular attention to the smell that comes from it. “Is it a candle?” I ask him, right before some drips coat my cleavage and course down to my right breast. Jeez! And it stings even more than last time! “Ah!” I cry out at the tingling sensation. The smoke coming from the candle hits my nose, and it’s obvious he’s tormenting me with its burned wax.
“Are you gonna keep repeating my secrets to your friends?” he asks while pouring some more onto my flesh.
“Fuck!” This time it hits my nipple, and my shoulders swing right and left, trying to create some air so that the wax can cool faster. My breathing is rushed, and my head is in a frenzy mess trying to process everything.
“Petra?” He sounds impatient, most likely because I haven’t yet answered his question.
“No, I won’t!” I say loud enough, hoping it’ll make him stop. But alas, all I hear is a strong rush of air coming out of his mouth. Is he blowing out the candle?
“Good.” Despite his pleasant voice, I stiffen, and my back arches at the new drips that splash my left tit.
“Ah!” My body is sweating, wriggling to free itself from this torture, but my pussy drenches at the mix of sensations that flow through me. What an asshole! Fuck! I already told him I won’t do it again. Can't he just chill? My mouth remains wide open to breathe, yet his hand grabs my cheeks, smashing his lips on mine. His kiss is as hot as the drips, driving me to the edge of insanity and pleasure. I wish I could have my hands free to run them on his wild hair and my legs free to wrap them around him. He then goes down and removes the dry wax from my nipple before sucking hard on it. “Ah…”
While I can’t see anything because of the blindfold, I’ve got the sensation he’s now straddling me, as I feel his legs on each side of me. Then he takes the back of my head and guides my face downwards. “Now, be a good girl and show me how remorseful you are.”
The position has me nervous. Being eaten out while tied up and blindfolded is one thing, but having Alex’s hard, pulsing cock jammed down my throat is another. What if I can’t breathe? My muscles are tense, but I’m trying to relax. Alex senses my nerves and loosens his hand in my hair, stroking my messy bun instead of pulling.
“Easy, Petra,” he murmurs, “We’re going to take it slow, but you’re going to swallow all of me, you understand?”
His command drenches me even more, and it takes everything in me to steady myself. I nod, and with that, I can feel the head of his length grazing my lips, running across them as if it was the seam of my pussy. Instinctively, my tongue darts out, tasting the salty precum on the tip. The taste and scent of him are heady: salt, sweat, and the intoxicating, manly smell that always surrounds him. Blind or not, I realize it’s the first time I’ll suck him off as my husband, and the simple word “husband” leaves me in a deep state of horniness. I’m gonna suck my husband off, I think again and let it sink in how sexy that sentence is. A sentence I could’ve never used before. And I want to make sure to give him the pleasure of his life. Feeling more confident, I part my lips, and without a second thought, he glides smoothly into my mouth.
Alex doesn’t push too hard, giving me plenty of room to breathe, and to my surprise, he doesn’t thrust.
“Run that pink little tongue of yours over the head of my cock,” he rumbles. “Get me nice and wet.”
I do as I’m told, tasting him with my tongue, running circles around the head. His skin is so soft here, like flower petals over the hardest steel. He tastes delicious, Alex at his most potent.
I continue sucking and licking the head of his manhood, saliva running down my chin. I’m unable to wipe it away, but I’m too awash with pleasure to give a damn. My heart is thundering loud in my chest as I start blowing around the tip.
Alex is humming in his throat, hips ever so slightly thrusting him in and out of my mouth by small degrees. Then I flick the bottom of the head of his cock with my tongue, his most sensitive place, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Goddamn, Petra. Do it again.”
I comply, drunk on the power of making him feel good, even when I’m tied up at my most powerless. I flick my tongue one, two, three times before he’s grabbing his hands hard in my hair again, panting. I feel him thickening in my mouth while his hips start thrusting in and out at a faster pace.
“Oh fuck, yeah…”
I groan at his dirty words stoking the fire inside of me, raising my skin in goosebumps.
“Now, open wide.” All hesitancy from earlier gone, I do so and let him inside. With the same smooth thrust that he does to sink himself into my pussy, he fills my mouth, steady and slow, until I feel him bump the back of my throat. Just when I think I might gag, he pulls back out, somehow knowing exactly how far he can push me before sliding deep again.
I try to keep up, licking the base of his shaft as he bangs my mouth, but he is in control now, and all I can do is surrender and follow his motion. In and out he glides, dripping with saliva as he uses me. I squirm, squeezing my legs together to try and disperse some of the arousal building there, but in vain—the slurpy sounds coming from my mouth have me burning with desire, and I feel myself drenched madly with it. My nerves are alight with his touch, the gentle pull of his hands on my chignon, and his soft breaths filling the room while he thrusts back and forth, before he slams as far into my mouth as he can in this position. “Breathe,” he instructs as he senses me getting nervous.
I feel him getting harder, jerking in my mouth before he tells me what I already know.
“I’m gonna come down your throat, baby.”
Oh, he called me baby, again!The simple word makes me feel all giddy and horny at the same time, leaving my own pussy tingling. There's an anxious anticipation churning in my stomach, but I moan my agreement, suddenly desperate for the hot, salty taste of his seed on my tongue. I don’t have to wait long, because within seconds I can feel him throbbing and a wetness coating my throat, which I swallow instinctively but slowly enough not to choke.
I can hear a long guttural sound as he finishes, and when it’s all over, he slowly pulls out, still hard, but drained for the moment. I take a deep breath, the muscles around my mouth totally sore from being stretched for so long. He runs his hands down my face lovingly, rubbing his thumb over my swollen lips, and I can’t help but smile blindly up at him.
“That was incredible,” he praises in a whisper, before leaning down and kissing the top of my head. Then nothing but our wild heartbeats can be heard. “Alright, I’m gonna release you, but don’t you dare leave the bed; I’m not done with you.” His voice is low and stern, but since I’m still too high in lust to speak, I just nod in return. All I know is that I’m addicted to him and I want everything he has to offer. Alex gets off of me and starts removing the straps around my hands.
Once my hands are freed, I sit against the headboard, heave a sight of relief and massage my wrists to release the tension. “Can I remove the blindfold?”
“Yes.”
As I do so, my eyes alight on my husband removing my ankle cuffs, and my lips instantly curve upward as I see the devilishly beautiful smile he’s got on his face.
He looks up at me, his locks of dark-brown hair falling on each side of his striking blue eyes. “Are you okay?”
With my heart frantically beating in my chest, I say, “I still can’t believe we are married.”
His smile only grows wider. “Me neither.”
After he finishes taking off my last ankle cuff, he gets back onto the bed, straddles me, and leans in to press his lips on my forehead. I close my eyes, reveling in it; this pure and gentle touch is such a big contrast with his wilder side. But I do enjoy both; it makes him who he is. “Have you checked how beautiful you are with red wax?”
My gaze drops, and a quick gasp escapes me as I find my chest and tummy filled with red drips of dry wax. “Jeez, wonderful job,” I say in sarcasm, trying to remove some with my nails. Fortunately it goes away pretty easily, and there’s only a red glow coating the skin afterward, maybe that’s why he placed oil on my body before.
“Don’t worry; those candles were made for wax play,” he says. “I’ll help you get it off later. But now…” he flips us around, switching positions, him sitting against the headboard of the bed, cross-legged, while I straddle him, my legs wrapped around his waist. I drape my arms around his neck to find some balance and support as Alex leans in to press wet kisses on my neck, one hand holding me on the back and another on the ass. But I notice he not only didn’t finish his sentence, but also hasn’t yet fisted his length to enter me as I sit here pressed against his groin. “But now what?” I ask to remind him.
He doesn’t reply immediately, but his gaze holds a glitter I haven’t seen before, his lips twisting into a smile of pride and admiration. “But now I’m gonna make love to my wife.”