Blindfolded. Rough hands, touching gently, then grasping hard enough to pull the gasp from my lips. Then nothing, absence. Cool, metal, keen and sharp. Lips parted. Oh. Pressure, there. A small burn, then warm, wet, lips drinking the blood pooling on the surface of my skin. Shivering, cold where they drank me in. I would give anything to see those eyes…
Darkness, a pitch blackness I can’t see through. There. The smallest movement of air, breath on the back of my neck, and I turn, reaching out but there is no one there. Where…? The edge of fingertips brushing my skin and I twirl around quickly, triumphant and find no one. I’m being hunted, circled, herded in some direction I can’t see. My back hits something unyielding, firm; I didn’t even realize I was moving. I reach my hands back, feel the edges where two walls meet. Cornered. Fuck, I think, just before a form gets close enough to materialize and I feel the hand close in around my neck…
Hands and knees, tied down, legs spread. Gasping for breath, gasping against the sudden release of pain, gasping because it is the only way I can get oxygen into my lungs. A hand stroking me, my cunt dripping wet, a finger sliding slowly in, a tease that I cannot rock back against. Cold metal against my ass and every muscle stiffens. Relax. I can feel the words reverberate through my eardrum, slow and silky, breath warm and mixed with an edge of desire. Relax. You wanted this, remember? That whimper. Does that come from me? Pressure, pressing in, metal ball slowly warming to the temperature of my skin. I need something to bite down on, and there is nothing as the hook presses into my ass, finger still stroking my cunt slowly, keeping me at the edge of cumming. Breathe, and I do, barely, before the moans start building again.
That damn vibrator again, pulsing and shifting with each wry smirk. Only this time I am full, a plug in my ass that feels every shifting rhythm and it’s taking everything I have not to sink to my knees and beg him to fuck me, hard, anything to satiate the ache that has built up. He looks at me and smiles, like he can read my mind, and I grit my teeth, again, once, twice, a million times. It’s going to be a long night.
I’m bored at work, I say.
You have a second to go to the bathroom?
Perplexed. Sure, I respond.
Go. Fuck yourself until you’re about to cum, but don’t. Send me a picture; I want to enjoy this.
I do, and ache until my shift is over. Rush home, straight upstairs.
I’m gonna go get off now because fuck you, I say.
I can hear the smile in the response. Good. Say my name when you do.
This is a comfy one, I say, flipping back over, my head dangling toward the ground.
Yeah? he says, walking over. You can stay like that for a minute?
More than a minute. I could fall asleep like this, I joke.
I’ve got something better in mind, he says, unbuckling his pants. I take his cock in my mouth eagerly; it always goes down my throat so smoothly from this angle…
A whimper. Please? I whisper.
Fuck me. Please.
A laugh. You should learn to be more specific…
Fuck I’m going to cum. Please, please let me cum?
Fuck. I can’t. My muscles clench I’m going to I- tighten around fuck fuck please please PLEASE-
No. Movement stops. Fuck. Don’t stop! Laughter. Not yet. You don’t want it badly enough, yet. Absence. No touch. Growling in frustration. Fuck you. Laughter. I just did. Now. Don’t cum until I tell you…
I’m done. Too sensitive. Every brush, every touch makes me jump. Hyper-aware. I can’t anymore. I’m done.
Jump. Hand on my clit. Fuck. I can’t, I say. Smile.
You sure? Soft touch; I jerk back. Mmmmm. Seems just right. Curled up, arm around me. Around my shoulders, moving. Snaking along my clavicle, reaching around. Fuck. Muscles tighten; the world starts to fade into white. I look up as I feel the other hand grab my cunt and fuck me as I start slipping under…