She lay on her back on a low coffee table, on display like the dessert that she was. Her hands were wrapped, palms together, with a soft cord and secured above her head. Her feet were bound similarly, with soles together, knees bent and spread wide. Her stomach growled. She heard the distant sounds of dinner and smelled the food as Master Stephen ate alone. Of course, she couldn’t see anything. The black silk covered her eyes quite effectively.

One of the serving girls came in and put small, cold, wet bits of something all over Claire’s belly. Claire took a deep breath and tried to place the scent. Strawberries?

More sounds. Claire could feel the warmth of a small candle close by. The fragrance of melted chocolate made her mouth water.

When the door opened, a draught sent a chill down Claire’s back. She was exposed, vulnerable. All control and pretence stripped away. Her spirit soared as she recognized her master’s footsteps. She could feel the ropes binding her, the small pieces of fruit on her belly, the heat of the candle by her head, the dark, rich smell of the chocolate. Claire’s love of chocolate is what got her into this predicament in the first place.

“Ah, lovely Claire.” Master Stephen’s voice; so familiar, yet so seductive. Deep, warm and dangerous, it was a perfect counterpoint to the sound of a drink being poured into a crystal glass. “You brought up an interesting topic last week. You said some people find chocolate almost better than sex. I thought I would see if you are among them.”

‘Please, Master,’ silently her mind reached for him even as her body could not. ‘Please touch me.’

“Hungry, my dear?”

“Yes, Master.” Claire’s voice sounded rough in her ears. She hadn’t eaten all day. Her hunger and her bondage left her giddy and light headed. His lips closed on hers and she accepted a small mouthful of scotch. The smoky flavour burnt its way down her throat. He pulled the scarf from her eyes and she looked up into the beautiful steel grey eyes of her beloved master.

“Hold this gently.” Claire opened her mouth and Master Stephen placed a chocolate truffle between her teeth. “Don’t bite it, Claire.”

Such exquisite torment. Claire held the truffle gently, her tongue just touching the little treasure. Using chopsticks, Master Stephen took a piece of the fruit from Claire’s belly and dipped it into the melted chocolate. The bondage kept her still, but the occasional drop of melted chocolate on her skin caused her to twitch and she fought not to bite into the truffle. Claire could feel the wetness between her thighs growing as her master leisurely enjoyed his desert.

He bit into another strawberry then placed the fruit over one nipple. The cold sent shivers rippling over her flesh. Then he dropped molten chocolate on the same spot, hot and cold, back and forth, all without touching her with his hands. Claire started to squirm. Slowly, he covered her breasts in the sticky hot confection, then her belly, her thighs, and finally her cunt, so open and defenceless. She ached for his touch, the violence of sex, but she knew if she asked, he would say no. Her hunger put an added edge to her sweet torment. Her belly burned with desire. She took a deep breath and submitted to his excruciating seduction.

When the strawberries were finished, Master Stephen fetched ice. Taking an ice cube between two fingers, he ran it slowly around her lips. She moaned, struggling not to bite into the chocolate even as it began to dissolve between her teeth. Slowly, he dragged the ice across her yearning flesh. A trail of dampness stretched from her throat to each nipple, over the gentle swell of her belly, then lower until the cube was finally pushed deep into her cunt. Claire writhed with this intrusion but her bonds held fast. Her inner heat quickly melted the ice and she felt a humiliating chill as the water dribbled out and down her ass. She closed her eyes and a long, shuddering breath escaped.

“You may bite the truffle.” Master Stephen’s voice was barely heard. Claire obeyed instantly and gratefully, letting the velvet sweetness fill her mouth.

“Thank you, Master.” Her breath ragged, her body on fire with her need. ‘Please, Master, please touch this girl. She needs your touch.’ Her silent litany continued.

He passed over another mouthful of scotch. Claire held it in her mouth for a moment letting the fiery liquid mesh with the flavours of the chocolate before swallowing the intoxicating combination.

He placed another truffle between her teeth. Bound and still, she prepared for more torment. Instead, glorious pain lanced through her body from pinched nipples. She arched her back and cried out around her truffle gag. She was in heaven.

She was more than ready for him when he climbed onto the table and entered her in one brutal thrust. Her passion climbed higher as his pelvic bone crushed her clit with his thrusts, each one harder and more brutal than the last. He grabbed her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. She was his, totally possessed. Her jaw ached with the effort of holding the truffle. She could feel his climax cresting.

“Now, Claire. Bite the chocolate and release. Do it now!”

The command went straight to her soul. She closed her mouth and her orgasm exploded in a wash of colour and fire. She felt his release in the midst of her own; his strength overwhelming her, possessing her.

When the ropes had been removed and they lay in front of the fire wrapped in each other’s arms, he asked her, “So, is chocolate better than sex?”

Claire started to laugh. “No, this girl will take sex over chocolate any time, but sex with chocolate has got to be the best of both worlds!”