The Twelve Vitali Ch. 30

He had her lift her head to the sun, then had her bend all the way forward as if worshipping nature, and he continued to move and manipulate her, enjoying that she was becoming more and more turned on by the situation. His own cock was straining heavily against his pants when he lay her on her back and positioned the props and nature to look as if it was making love to her, caressing her trapped breasts and exposed thighs, pulling her legs apart. Moving back to his equipment, he retrieved an egg and smiled, as he had no need of lube to insert it in her pussy.

"Enjoy the feel of it, beautiful," Ricco murmured, leaning over her, "I want you to come for me right here like this with the rope and the meadow caressing you like a forbidden lover. I want to see you explode into a million pieces for me and float away on a cloud of those pieces."

"Yes, Master," Cat nodded, beside herself now after all of the titillation and the egg buzzing rapidly inside her.

Ricco alternated between hovering over her and lying beside her to capture the moment, when it all became too much, and she arched up, straining against her bonds, a look of pure passion on her face as she gasped and cried out, her body shaking. Unable to stay passive any longer, Ricco tossed his camera to the side and practically tore his pants off. He released the ropes between her legs and pulled out the egg quickly as another spasm wracked her body, and then entered her hard and fast. He pulled the hard nipples from between the ropes, clamping them tightly, and left the rope lying on the flesh beside the throbbing nipples, revelling in her cries of painful pleasure.

Cat felt his urgent need of desire as he took her, and she cried out for him as he fucked her as if he was possessed by the darkness within him, her tortured nipples sending her over the edge again. She lay almost immobile in the bindings he had placed around her. It was only a matter of moments before she came again, and he groaned, coming with her, letting go of all of the self-control he had imposed on both of them over the hours they had spent creating what he hoped would be the hottest pictures he had ever taken.

Ricco carried her back to the blanket and placed her on her knees. After a few moments where she looked unsteady, she drew a deep breath and knelt up, straightening her back and looking at him passively.

"Thank you, Master," she said softly, as he seemed to consider her as if waiting for the words.

"I'm finished taking the photographs, but I am by no means finished with you. How are you feeling?" Ricco cupped Cat's chin and looked into her eyes seriously. "I do not wish to unbind you until I have checked the proofs. Are you comfortable for now?" He knew, having released the crotch and nipple ropes, that none of the other bindings should cause her undue discomfort, although her shoulders and arms would begin to ache.

"I am fine, thank you, Master," Cat said in the same soft voice she had used since he had asked for her submission. "I am thirsty. If I could have a drink, please, Master?" she asked.

"Hungry as well?" Ricco asked, as he opened a bottle of water and, placing a straw in it, he held it to her lips, allowing her to drink as she needed. He unpacked several items from the basket and hand fed her bites of food as he connected his camera to his tablet and viewed the proofs, ensuring he had captured the specific shots he had wanted.

Cat knelt silently, curious about the photos he was viewing on his tablet as she ate the small delicious morsels from his fingers. It was rare they had moments like these where she reverted back to the submissive she had been during her training as a Kept. It didn't feel wrong, but it didn't feel quite right either without the sex involved, and she began to wonder how long he would make her kneel there instead of just relaxing into the moment and clearing her mind. A chill breeze had begun, and she shivered, the movement causing her shoulders to begin to ache.

"Yellow," she said softly, making him look up from the tablet and regard her for half a second before the word fully registered, and he moved immediately to undo her arms and wrap her in the light kimono. Had she been a Kept he would have berated her for letting her boredom get the better of her instead of keeping to her place. He knew she was more than likely uncomfortable, but she wouldn't have been in pain. Still, she wasn't a Kept, and, as much as they may play with the roles on occasion, she wasn't equipped to maintain the role outside of the scenes he constructed as much as he would like her too.

"You're cold!" he said, surprised, taking her hands in his. He had felt the breeze, but thought it nice as it stirred the grass around him. He hadn't felt a chill in it, or he would have dressed her sooner. He felt immediate guilt for his earlier thoughts. He loved this woman, and he knew he had to keep the dark master within him in check. These times couldn't be casual, he needed to place limits on these scenes and himself. She had made it clear that she would submit in a scene, but not in all area's of her life, at least, not to the extent he wanted.

"I was starting to feel cold, but I am fine, I just needed to move from the breeze," she said quietly.

"Cat, I love you. Nothing is more important to me than how you feel when we play like this. You should have spoken before your hands became ice. You can tell me when I am an idiot, and it seems I am an idiot more often than not when I get carried away with being your Master." He spent time talking to her to reassure her. Then he warmed her while she reassured him.

"I did speak, I said yellow because I was starting to feel the ache in my shoulders. I didn't say red, because I could handle it, and you seemed so engrossed in the photos at the time. I just wanted to let you know that I couldn't kneel like that for much longer," she said honestly.

"I'm sorry I got lost in the photos," he apologised, again pulling her against him and holding her tight. "Come and look," he turned her so that she sat between his thighs, and pulled her back against his chest, kissing her head before showing her the photos, or at least the ones he had selected from the many he had taken to consider further.

*****