Campfire Chronicles: Oil & Water

Have you read the first part of Campfire Chronicles? If not, you can read all three parts in sequence here. Below is only part two.

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Part 2

Felicity sank her teeth into the warm gooey chocolate treat, then emitted a barely-audible moan as she chewed and swallowed. She licked her lips and Jackson felt a familiar sensation in his groin.

He liked looking at her. Felicity’s smooth soft cocoa skin glowed under the light of the campfire, and her lips seemed even more full after their sucking and biting marathon.

The surprise guitarist that Jackson had arranged continued to play, moving from one beautiful ballad to another.

Jackson put down his cup and picked up an extra blanket laying it on the sand beside the fire. Felicity nibbled and watched intently, the Sake slowed her mind a bit but heightened the beauty and sensuality of the scene that lay before her.

“Whatcha doo-in’?” she sang out and smiled as Jackson moved from one place to another clearly preparing for another “play session.”

“Just getting somethings ready,” he said with a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his mouth. He pulled a large metal stake and mallet out of a bag and began to pound the stake deep into the sand.

“And, what’s that for?” Felicity inquired again. Jackson swung the heavy mallet a few more times, then stood to return it to the bag.

He stopped in front of Felicity, who had melted chocolate on her lips, and said, “It’s to secure your ties.” Her eyes widened and Jackson walked to the bag dropped the mallet and picked up a few pillows.

“Did you enjoy our first session?” he asked tossing the small pillows on the blanket.

Felicity nodded and smiled. “But you could’ve let me touch myself. I was so worked up and now I want you inside of me even more! I’m feeling very impatient, Jackson, I wanna jump your bones right now!”

“Good, Felicity, but you’ll have to wait! We have the entire night and I plan to make the most of it,” Jackson scolded. “Now drink the rest of your Sake and come sit on the blanket. Practice some of the breathing you learned in tantra yoga this morning.”

Felicity put the cup to her lips and gave Jackson the side eye while draining the rest of the liquid into her mouth. Quietly, she nodded in agreement and took a seat on the blanket in front of the fire. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, as she exhaled, she felt Jackson kneel down behind her and slip a cloth tie around her eyes.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, feeling a renewed sense of excitement creeping up her spine.

“Breathe, Felicity!” Jackson commanded and once again she set her mind to focusing on the movement of breath through her body. She could hear the crackle of the fire on one side and the sound of the ocean waves on another. The beautiful music finally came to an end. She breathed deeply again, and heard Jackson moving around in front of her.

He knelt beside her and licked the smudge of chocolate from the corner of her mouth and then kissed her deeply. Instinctively, Felicity lifted her arms to place them around his shoulders, feeling her way because her eyes were now covered. She felt Jackson’s strong hands pushing her arms back down, holding them clasped together he asked, “Are you ready to play, sub?”

“I’m ready, Dom,” she replied.

“Good!” he said and leaned in to bite her pouty lower lip. He was tying something around her wrists, she could tell, and every few seconds he would kiss or bite her mouth, neck, or shoulder.

Once the tie was secured around her wrists, Jackson directed Felicity to lay back on the comforter and stretch her arms above her head. He quickly fastened the wrist ties to the stake he had beat into the ground and Felicity could tell she no longer had freedom of movement.

The thought of being bound and blindfolded and at Jackson’s mercy brought shivers to her body and her nipples perked to attention. She squeezed her legs together as if to soothe the tingling sensation now taking hold of her lower body. She softened her breathing and listened closely. Where was he? Were they still alone?

She was ready to call out his name when she felt his large hands on each of her ankles pulling her legs apart and setting them in a comfortable bent stance. He then began to massage what felt like warm oil on her right leg from her ankle up to her thigh.

When he reached the curve of her hip, he re-positioned himself between her legs and pushed both hands under her round bottom to massage her glutes — squeezing and rubbing her soft skin. He pulled her hips up a bit, dipped his mouth and kissed her gently before moving on to do the same massage on her left leg.

The methodical, smooth touch of Jackson’s hands (and mouth at times) on her legs, hips, and bottom made Felicity’s breath quicken and sparked a growing moistness between her thighs.

Finishing with the warm oil on her left leg, Jackson sat back and took in the sight of her glistening body. He glimpsed between her parted legs to the wetness in and around her pussy.

The sight of her like this — the beauty, the control— made his manhood rise. Jackson laid himself out flat, positioning his hand under her hips and his head between her thighs. He kissed her pussy and began to tease it with his tongue.

Felicity exhaled and began pushing her hips toward Jackson’s mouth, as if to indicate that she wanted more.

Jackson moved a hand to the top of her vulva and parted her lips to lick and lightly nibble on her clit. He applied a rhythmic stroke of his tongue, licking her sweetness with increasing pressure and speed. She was moaning now and her hips were writhing in his hand that remained firmly on her ass.

Licking and sucking her clit would eventually make her cum, but he knew how to push her closer to the edge — quickly. His cock was so hard now and he wanted to feel her warmth around him.

Jackson moved his mouth lower and plunged his tongue deep into her eager wet pussy. He pushed his tongue in and out, stopping after every several strokes to lick at her glistening lips and clit.

This drove Felicity crazy.

She was pitching and screaming, “Oh fuck! Lick me! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! I want you inside of me!” Her arms firmly tied above her head, limited her movement and kept her exactly where Jackson wanted her.

He moved his tongue back to her clit and began to add pressure there, along with a continuous flick of the tongue. At the same time, he slid his fingers deep inside her wet hole and began pounding her with his hand — all while licking at her sensitive button just above.

She was so wet. His fingers slid in and out so smoothly. He sped up the pace and teased at her anus with the thumb of the hand under her rear.

Felicity came undone.

Jackson heard her moan build to a scream, “Mmm.. Mmmm… Oh.. Ahh, Ahh, Ahhhh!” Soon, he felt the spasm that began in her legs and hips move quickly to her pussy with a pulsating sensation — squeezing and releasing around his fingers.

She came hard and the resulting wet release now dripped its way down Jackson’s palm to his wrist.

He sucked and and licked her clit one final time before removing his hands and sitting up.

“Fuck!” Felicity whispered with another shutter.

“That’s a good little sub,” he said. “You came in your Dom’s mouth. You’re a filthy little whore! Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am, Dom! Your filthy little whore!”

She felt his warm body move over top of her and then felt a stinging slap across her face, “Shut the fuck up and nod your response. Don’t fucking speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand, sub?” Jackson asked.

Felicity nodded, vigorously.

He lowered his face to hers and kissed her mouth and she tasted herself on his lips.

He pulled up, his hardness pushing against her stomach. “You taste yourself on me, sub?” Jackson whispered. Felicity nodded. She wanted more and arched her back to feel more of him, but in the next moment, he was gone.

Felicity felt a slight breeze. All of a sudden, she was very aware of being naked, exposed, tied up, and all alone. She felt a familiar fear begin to creep up her spine.

She wanted to call out for him, but she knew the consequence should she speak without permission. She quietly listened for footsteps or movement of any kind. All she could hear was the crackle of the fire and the crashing of the waves as the water reached the shore.

Felicity exhaled and thought, “Remember your breathing, breathe!”

A twig snapped in the distance and startled her. Felicity gave into the fear and quivered, “I’m scared, Dom. Are you there?”

Consequences be damned.

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