#WIPITUP Wednesday – A Human Cocktail – The Ties That Bind #BDSM

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THE TIES THAT BIND

“Anyway,” he drawled, “where was I? Ah yes, an after dinner liqueur, I believe.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked her thigh, noting that it sent little tremors running though her. “Have you ever heard of a ‘Flaming Sambuca?” He continued to stroke her and it must have been quite the distraction, for she took her own sweet time in answering.

“Isn’t that where you put a couple of coffee beans on top of the shot and set fire to the thing?”

His eyes danced. Great you’ve heard of it. I though you would have, been the ardent little socialite that you are, but just wanted to check. Anyway, that’s my drink of choice for this evening.” Jenny’s mouth moved, as if to ask a question, but then she thought the better of it and snapped her teeth shut.

He exhaled slowly. “You may ask, though I suspect you’re not going to like the answer.”

“And how to do you know what I’m going to ask?” said Jenny, a little put out.

“The answer is, that I’m going to be drinking it between your legs,” he returned.

Whether that answered the question Jenny had been intending to pose was never clarified, for her eyes widened into bright white marbles and her lip quivered. You’re intending to set fire to me? I asked for a distraction, not a trip to the A & E department,” she whispered.

“Oh yea of little faith. I’m going to insert my shot glass into that deliciously sweet little hole between your legs, you’re going to be a good little sub and clamp your muscles around it tightly, while I fill it with Sambuca. I’m then going to light it up and roast my coffee beans.”

“Between my legs?” Jenny’s voice had taken on a panicked tone. “Hang on a minute, let me get this straight,” she said, closing her eyes in disbelief. “You’re going to pour alcohol inside me, place a naked flame between my legs and set fire to me? Have you at least done this before?”

“That is a very good point, well made,” he said and he disappeared off to the kitchen. When he returned he was carrying a large fire extinguisher. It had been a mean trick, for when she saw it, Jen looked like she might expire on the spot.

“You have no idea how much I’d love to have the use of my hands right now,” said Jenny through gritted teeth.

Mark put his fingers inside her panties and pulling them away from her skin, he used his penknife to cut a large hole in them. Pulling out the large steel plug in her pussy with slow half-turns, he ran his fingers along the silky smooth skin nestled inside the sheer material and smiled as her body pulled towards him. Ignoring the bucking of her hips, he then began twisting his shot glass into her pussy and was entertained that even though she appeared outwardly scared, she was still very much aroused. “Out of curiosity, what would you do with them?” He sank the glass as deep as it would go, and it still left at least an inch of glass outside her lips.

“I’d flatten you,” she wailed, and there were tongues of flames in her eyes as anger began to war with fear. It was a beautiful combination. Laughing, he said, “That, I’d love to see, but maybe some other time.” Satisfied that his glass was correctly placed, he began searching for the Sambuca.

“No, no, no, no, no,” she whispered. Twisting her arms this way and that, she struggled to free herself from the makeshift bonds. Unfortunately for her, he was very good with knots, and she wasn’t going to get out of them unless he chose to help her do so.

He gave her another little swat with his crop, to centre her attention. “ Don’t move an inch. When I set fire to that liquid, the last thing you’re going to want is for it to be sloshing all over the place.” That stopped all movement in its tracks. “And be gentle with that glass inside you, too. Don’t break it.”

He was teasing her. The shot glasses were made of sturdy stuff and on the odd occasion they’d be dropped, they bounced, thankfully. She didn’t need to know that, though. Giving her a moment or two to start begging, he was surprised when she remained mute, but he suspected it wouldn’t last for long.

Circling his finger around the rim of the glass he watched her tremble, even though she tried hard to control the motion.

“Am I distracting you yet? He was being flippant, but there was an undercurrent of something else in his voice, too. It was worrying. There was a good chance the little minx was beginning to grow on him, and that would not be a good thing. Her eyes stared back at him between the stretched ‘V’ of her legs and if they were able to shoot daggers, he’d resemble a rather nasty pincushion about now.

“You aren’t seriously going to do this, are you?” Jenny appeared to be most unamused by her current situation.

“I’ll have you know I take my drinking and eating very seriously. I’m quite the connoisseur, wouldn’t you know?” Searching out the liqueur bottle once more, this time he grabbed it and flipped it over three hundred sixty degrees in the air by its neck. He felt the liquid slosh around inside the bottle and took a seat beside her as it finally began to settle. “One of my first jobs was as a barman, so don’t worry, you’re in safe hands.”

He unscrewed the cap and began pouring the liqueur between her legs.

CM

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15 thoughts on “#WIPITUP Wednesday – A Human Cocktail – The Ties That Bind #BDSM

  1. To say this excerpt is hot, would be an understatement. Marks cool resolve is immaculate and oh my, what it does to Jenny. However, if I were her, I think I’d be begging him to stop, even going so far as to offer up anything he wanted before he ignited the liquor.
    Whew! The flames are still dancing in my head. ☺

  2. Holy crap!! That was hot! If I were Jenny, I wouldn’t be able to do this. She must really trust Mark.

  3. Funny, Doug’s drink of choice is Sambuca! He sips the stuff after dinner every night and is going to LOVE this post of yours. I need to send him over, STAT!! The next time I buy him a bottle, I’m going to think of you, Christina 😉 Great scene, as always!

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