#WIPITUP Wednesday with Melody Parks – Take Off Your Dress #BDSM #EROTICA

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Hello and well done – if Wipit’s here, you’ve made it to Wednesday (which is an achievement all in itself in my book!). Two more days to go until the weekend, and to get through those next two days, I have naughtiness and plenty of it. First, ‘Desiring Death’ has been released! Boo Ya! Click on the picture for more details 😉 And for your reading pleasure, ‘The Ties That Bind’ continues…

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The Ties That Bind

“Now let’s see if you can guess what the next treat they bring out is. If you can, I suspect there may a reward in it for you,” and with that, Marks fingers moved dangerously close to her very overwhelmed clitoris.

“Rewards like that, I can do without,” murmured Marianna as she squirmed on his lap, trying her best to scoot out of the way of his marauding fingers.

“Ah, but that’s the rub, or not as the case may be. If you manage to get the next dessert course correct, you get to forgo your next orgasm of the evening.”

“I cannot believe I am having this discussion after having been celibate for most of the past two years,” said Marianna with a most pained expression on her face, “but I’ll take you up on that challenge and hope for the best. I’ll have you know I’m an expert dessert connoisseur.”

Mark snorted. “You’d never guess, looking at that body of yours. You are wasting away, young lady, and I intend to feed you up. With food and sex as it happens. You’ll soon get your appetite back for orgasms, you’ll see,” he said, and his eyes twinkled as his devilish expression said it all. “Now pay attention.”

Concentrating on the naked men around her, or trying not to concentrate on the naked men whilst looking closely at what it was they were carrying, Marianna desperately tried to ascertain was currently being waltzed around the table. More steel circlets followed and were laid out between the swirls and curls of chocolate and caramel with exacting precision. This time the contents were not smoking and Marianna could only guess what they contained. It didn’t take her long to find out. When the sound of hissing filled the room, Marianna’s head spun around in panic, but it was only to find that the blowtorches were being primed. That was when she breathed a long and slow sigh of relief. To her knowledge there were not too many desserts that required a fiery blast of heat to finish them off. Turning her head around to face Mark, she whispered, “Crème brûlée,” and gave him a wide smile of satisfaction. The blow torches would be used to caramelise the sugar to a hard glaze, thus giving it its trademark crunch.

“You seem very confident,” he said, tipping his head to one side as he studied her expression studiously. A little too confident, perhaps, because you are of course aware that they use blow torches to brown meringues as well as caramelise sugar?

The smile was wiped off Marianna’s face in an instant. Having been fairly confident in her guess she was now facing the prospect of another round of dancing fingers, and she wasn’t at all sure she could handle them. As if to emphasise his point, Mark’s hand began to slide down her inner thigh and it sank deep into her quivering flesh. She bit her lip. The little circlets were removed, the blow torches were aimed and the flames licked out bright blue tongues of heat as they were carefully swept from side to side.

Marianna still had absolutely no idea what the dessert was. A beautifully tanned back and muscled pair of buttocks were blocking her vision and they, in combination with Mark’s slowly moving hand, had her eyes unfocused and her attention vague. Fingertips were running up and down her pussy, barely there caresses which slid over her flesh with a lazy strokes and the occasional bold step. They dipped into her sex to find her hot, wet and weeping, before returning to her mouth in order to have her suck them clean. Fingernails scribed little patterns upon her flesh, lips suckled at her neck and teeth nipped at the delicate spot between her ear and jaw. She squirmed and groaned madly, as her eyes rolled back up into her head and never once did the very expressive fingers go anywhere near her sex. It should have been a good thing. Her clit was still throbbing from its earlier attentions, but now it was engorged with fresh blood and pulsing for a different reason entirely… It was, unbelievably, greedy for more attention and the speed which Mark had achieved her arousal was disturbing in the extreme.

The slave finally moved away, but Marianna had no idea what the hell was on the table and she could not have cared less. The fingers were delicately running up and down the lips of labia and for the zillionth time that night, she was yet again a woman in heat.

“Ah, congratulations, my dear, it is indeed crème brûlée. What a clever thing you are!” His fingers immediately stopped their wanderings and Marianna wanted to stamp her feet in protest and howl. The only reason she did not was because she knew exactly where that would get her with Mark, which was absolutely nowhere. Turning her head around and shaking out her glossy chestnut waves, she decided to put a brave face on the situation. “Oh, lucky me.” Her smile was a weak one, her skin was hot and her body was pulsing with new-found energy. Why Matthews had this effect on her was anybody’s guess, but he was much better than caffeine, that was for sure.

“Take off your dress.”

Marianna knew a command when she heard one, but even so, her lips pouted in protest and she gave him bambi eyes as her face looked up into his. She didn’t voice her objections, for that would be stupid and give him an immediate reason to punish her, but there was plenty of pleading going on within her expression.

“Nearly all the women here are naked, Marianna. You’re a trained submissive who’s had to endure plenty of training in order to get used to being naked. What you’re wearing now only accentuates your nakedness, it most certainly doesn’t hide it and whilst I should not have to explain myself to you, in this one instance I will. You’ve had a rough night, and I can be kind on occasion,” he gave her a knowing look. “You need to get out of that dress, Marianna, because you are shortly going to be featuring as my dessert plate. If you would like to be able to wear it on the car ride home, it might be prudent to remove it now. I am, of course, perfectly happy to take you home without a stitch of clothing to your name and I suspect the taxi driver would probably pay me money to see your…”

The speed at which Marianna began to remove her dress was nothing less than astounding, especially considering that her heart-rate had already had a good work-out this evening. “For God’s sake slow down, Miss Morreau,” said Mark, who held his hands up as two twin stop signs at the faster-than-a-speeding-bullet strip tease. “I want to be able to enjoy the exquisite experience of your beautiful body being disrobed, rather than be elbowed in the face…” Mark leaned back and frowned at her, but his eyes had their trademark sparkle of merriment, dancing happily within them.

Marianna’s hands, which had been frantically gripping the material and shoving it upwards as if someone had liberally doused her dress in hydrochloric acid, hovered in mid-air and paused. There was a moment’s indecision, as it took a few seconds to process that he was not intending to carry out his threat, and then she dropped her hands back to waist-height and threaded her fingers through the sheer diamond nets of fabric. So, the monster wanted to play. She could play. She’d waited a long damn time to play, in fact…

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3 thoughts on “#WIPITUP Wednesday with Melody Parks – Take Off Your Dress #BDSM #EROTICA

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  2. Mm, a delicious combination of sweet treats, naked slaves, dancing fingers and a sexy dominant man who controls every decadent detail. An excerpt that delights the senses Christina, as usual.

  3. Goodness, the spread on this table is Yumilicious! Hunky tanned men bringing dessert while showing off all their best assets and those wondering fingers under the table. How is able to hold herself together let alone eat dessert?
    I’m so happy Dancing with Death is now unleashed ~grins~ Off to Zon for my copy ☺

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