Chapter 7 - Landing On Her Feet: Chapter 7


                                           Landing On Her Feet
                                                by Volpone

                                               Chapter Seven

          When her shudders had subsided, he released her, untying her ankles and wrists,
stripping off her boots and cowl, massaging the blood back into her limbs, all of his thoughts
turned to her comfort. He voiced his concerns... "Are you all right? Do you need something
to drink? How're your wrists?"
          When she was again in control of her voice, she grabbed him and pulled him down to
her. "Just hold me for a moment." Quinn was only too happy to oblige.
          They lay there for several minutes, silently entwined, her head on his shoulder, one leg
thrown over his hip, pressed as closely to him as she could manage, and she heaved sighed
a huge sigh of contentment.
          She finally broke the silence.
          "Thank you. That was incredible. And also quite... educational. How did you know I'd
react that way? And how did you know you'd be able to catch me?" This last was addressed
to him in an accusatory manner.
          Quinn decided that he had to be very careful in his phrasing to avoid spooking her.
          "First, I enjoyed it every bit as much as you, as if you couldn't tell. Second, you're into
control. People often enjoy it even more when they are able to release that control to
someone else that they can trust implicitly. And by the way, thank you for that compliment.
Judging from your outfit... mask, skin-tight clothing, high boots, even a whip... if you weren't
into control, if not outright domination, you were sure dressed for the wrong party. So I just
used a little psychology. And finally, I believed I'd be able to stop you because you had no
idea of my abilities."
          "So, this was a lesson in humility?"
          He smiled at her. "No. It was some of the greatest sex the world has ever known. I
had no intention to humiliate you. Maybe a little bit of education thrown in for good measure.
But mostly, it was a spectacular success in two people enjoying each other to the fullest."
          And he kissed her, as if to say, "And that's that."
          She responded to his kiss strongly, surprising herself in her readiness for more. He
raised his eyebrows in reaction to the vehemence of her response.

          Thoughts of the entire series of orgasms he had given her rolled around in her head,
and she decided two could play at that game. As she rolled over on top of him, continuing
the kiss, she planned to teach him just how good a student she was. She found the bottle of
massage oil he had used earlier, rubbed some more over her chest, and then poured some
over his cock and worked it over the entire length, spreading it in a smooth, even coat.
          She began to slide her oily breasts down his front, and as she trailed kisses across his
chest, she said, "Now, you just relax and let me show you what control is." And she flicked
his nipple with her tongue.
          Selina nibbled, licked and kissed her way slowly down his body, making a slow,
sensuous production of it, so that by the time she reached is groin, he was hard and ready for
what she had in mind. She encircled the base of his new erection with thumb and forefinger,
then drew her soft tongue slowly up the underside until she reached the tip. Then she wet
her lips, looked up at him suggestively, and asked, "Is this what you want?", and drew her
lower lip up the glans of his slick penis.
          Accordingly, he made the proper response. "Please."
          With that, she parted her lips and took his slippery cock into her luscious mouth.
Holding onto him with one hand, she moved her head in a small, circular motion, with a slight
bobbing thrown in to maximize the stimulation. He moaned in appreciation as she coaxed
every bit of pleasure out of him that she could, demonstrating just how well she could please
him, which was astoundingly well, when she wished. She occasionally looked up at him to
smile and watch his reactions as she caved her cheeks in around his manhood, then returned
all of her attention to her cock-sucking.
          As she drew even greater reactions from him with her new-found expertise, she
realized she was again wet as a lake, and her actions were rapidly bringing herself rushing
towards orgasm. At this rate, she decided that this could well be more fun than "regular" sex,
and she impaled her face with him again.
          She loved the feel of his penis against her tongue, sliding it sensuously between her
lips, doing her best to swallow his cock, hearing him gasp with pleasure as she drove him
deep into her throat and held him there as her mouth milked him.
She drew her tongue lovingly up the full length of him, then kissed the very tip,
gradually increasing her pressure, slowly pushing her head down as her lips gradually
splayed wider and wider, until the crown was passing her lips, and she ever so slowly took
more and more of his shaft... excruciatingly slowly... down... further... until her lips displaced
her thumb and finger that encircled the root.
          By now, she could read his reactions well enough to tell exactly what he wanted. She
set a steady, smooth bobbing rhythm, with a slight swirl of her head, up and down, her slick,
sensuous lips clinging to his cock greedily, doing her best to bring to the edge of climax.
          At this point, Quinn couldn't remain passive any longer. He reached down, st reaching
only slightly, and managed to get a hand on each of her full breasts. He began to squeeze
them in time to her sucking, each time her lips descended his shaft, his hands squeezed
pleasure into her chest, his knuckles pinching her crinkled nipples between them, returning
just a small portion of the pleasure she was giving him as she sucked his cock, and bringing
even greater pleasure to him as well, the feel of her heavy breasts exciting his senses all the
more. He again used his special ability to trace the neural connections to the pleasure
centers of her brain so that they should be in perfect synchronization.
          They continued like that for an unbelievable half hour, as she held him just short of
climax, bringing him to the verge, then backing off just long enough to let it recede, only to
suck him to the edge again, and repeat the cycle over, as her own excitement mirrored his
own. In order to prevent her lips or his cock from growing chafed, she would sometimes rub
more oil onto the length of him with a jacking motion to avoid breaking the rhythm.
          Then it was her turn to tease. When she felt he had taken about all he could, she
stopped her sucking, looked up and asked him, "What? Is there something you want?"
          He placed one hand behind her head and guided her mouth back to his prick, then
softly said, "Please..."
          She chuckled and obliged him by parting her luscious lips and impaling her mouth with
him, and he groaned in response to her avid performance.
Now there was no restraint on either part. He began to mash her breasts more
forcefully, bringing moans of pleasure from both of them, and she increased the tempo of her
bobbing head, sliding his cock into her greedy, slippery, talented lips, doing her best to suck
him off.
          Suddenly, she felt the slight swelling of his cock, and without breaking rhythm she
began to swallow in anticipation. In seconds, she was rewarded as he gasped loudly and a
blast of his semen flooded her mouth.
          His climax seemed to serve as a catalyst for her own (with surprisingly little help from
his special talent), and the next thing she knew, she was coming right along with him, her
sucking growing even more frenzied, her surprised moans around his cock exciting him all
the more. He continued to stroke himself into her eager mouth as they both rode the crest of
their orgasm, until she had gulped every bit of his massive load, and their spasms gradually
trailed away into nothing.
          They both promptly collapsed in post-orgasmic exhaustion. They slid together and
held one another until, after about fifteen minutes of mutual compliments and assorted chitchat,
she finally commented that they might sleep better if they cleaned up some. And so
they managed to drag themselves to the shower, where they enjoyed soaping and sliding
against one another.
          She was scrubbing his back as she said, "I admit I was worried about being
interrupted. I was afraid that someone might hear strange noises and call hotel
management."
          He turned back over his shoulder and smiled. "That's why I booked the rooms below
as well... to guarantee we wouldn't be disturbed. I also left orders at the front desk that Señor
Quinn was muy tired and did not wish to be disturbed for any reason. They were quite
understanding."
          She playfully smacked him in the face with a washrag. He scrunched his face
comically to avoid getting soap in his eyes.
          "So that's why you weren't worried. I wondered. We were quite... enthusiastic... last
night. And very vocal."
          She hugged him tight, pressing her magnificent chest to him, and chuckled.
          "On top of everything else, you're a genius."
          "Just being thorough. I didn't want someone to come in tomorrow morning and
stumble across your work clothes. It might raise awkward questions."
          "Speaking of which...", she spun him to face her, placing one index finger pointedly on
his breastbone and speaking with false severity, "you owe me for one suit."
          He looked at her in surprise, and moved a lock of her wet hair out of her face. "I
thought you might be able to afford one out of the funds I provided for your liberation
operation."
          "You just have an answer for everything, don't you? I'm a female, dammit! I get to be
upset with you if I want."
          "And do you want?"
          "Yes. Brat. Beast. You spanked me!" She glared at him for a moment, when
laughed and threw her arms around him. "You know you're going to pay for that one again
and again, don't you?"
          "You mean like I paid for it after I untied you? Anytin' but dat, Brer Fox!"
          "You son-of-a..." Her words trailed off as she delivered a resounding smack to his
buttocks.
          "Oh, there's still fight left in this one, eh?"
          He reached out and grabbed one of her breasts firmly in each hand, and lifted almost
half her weight by them, as her eyes registered surprise and her knees threatened to give
out.
          "Enough...enough!" she said with a half-laugh, but when he released her, he noticed
her nipples were crinkled tight in response to his treatment.
          "I think we've both had enough for one evening." He turned off the shower. "And I, for
one, could stand a little sleep." He stepped out, and wrapped her in a towel as she stepped
forth, though he felt it was a crime to cover her at any time. She purred and smiled.
          He really was a most thoughtful man.



