Purple Elements

What creative sexual genius would Violet have for me today?

Blindfolded and bound naked to our playing chair in our boudoir, its icy metal kept me at attention. How long had I waited? The thought of time heightened my senses, and my body needed a workout. The burning question was how Vi would work me and if she’d let me orgasm today?

A potent blast of lavender filled the room. The intensity carried me like a magic carpet to the land outside our old house. Memories. We ran through the fields together and dropped to the ground where Violet sucked me off.

When Violet’s breathy words settled on my ear, I was pulled from my vision.

She nipped my lobe. “I know what you’re thinking?”

Vi had sent me to that purple haze, and with her so close by, the combined scent of arousal and flowers guided me to a hopeful place. I smiled.

“I turned on the webcam,” she purred.

With those words, Violet dashed my hopes. The viewers would decide my orgasm fate.

As her heels clicked on the surrounding floor, my growing cock bobbed. I imagined individuals watching us, wanking in their spaces. Would anyone wish for my orgasm or would they want her to withhold?

Violet’s first touch on the inside of my knees was sharp and steady, pushing my legs further apart. I tilted my head considering the unfamiliar sensation. Her warm body nestled between my legs and my craving increased. My entire body ramped up with heat, desire, and throbbing.

“I readjusted the camera angle, so the viewers can’t miss this.”

Miss what? Please let it be her hot mouth on me.

Sharp points raked across my nipples. The pinpoint precision drew aching to the surface of my skin. Violet served up pain so well. What toy was she using?

“You’ve got fans, darling. They give me instructions.”

She was in an interactive mood today. I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“You may respond to my question. Want to know what they said?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes, mistress.”

“They want to see me mark your entire body with my tools.”

I sighed to myself because I was impatient. I would need to sit with the pain before she allowed the pleasure if she granted it at all. And with the lavender oil coating my nostrils, I wanted joyful release today.

Vi was a master at head games. She proved that by toying with me and sending my mind to the lavender fields. We had fucked in those fields. With our skin to the ground, we consumed each other providing release after release.

“Yes, mistress.”

Her hot, flat tongue licked my balls, and my ass surged off the chair. My cock, a steel rod. While she lapped, sharp, fine lines drew down my chest stopping at my thighs. I gasped for air.

“I told you, you had a fan.”

Her talented mouth kissed the tip of my cock. The prick points buried in my leg as she went down on me. Exquisite. The perfect balance of pain and pleasure.

“Ah, your fan wants you more involved? Would you like that, my love?”

“Yes, mistress,” I grunted.

The smell of her arousal like a ripe plum surrounded me as she removed my blindfold.

There, standing before me, was a purple vision. Vi wore the barest of purple lace which emphasized her breasts and vulva and her boldly streaked hair matched the shade of her lingerie. But her purple fingernails, dagger points, captured my attention. Everything about her presence embodied the lavender field.

When I met her gaze, she smirked and clicked her claws together. “Are you ready?”

Was I?

I nodded.

I revisited my lavender field memory letting it wash over me as her mouth, tongue, and nails consumed me. Her purple elements might be the death of me as our web world watched.

As I bucked into her mouth, I thought, “La petite mort for everyone.”

Writing for Wicked Wednesday to the Prompt “purple.” Where did other creative minds go with their writing? Check out the wickedness.

Click here to read.