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Always On My Mind
By H
Chapter One
Aubrie
The scent of man surrounds me. It's a smell that reminds me of him, but I know that's not possible. My mind is just playing games on me. I try to focus on my other senses. This blindfold hinders my sight, but it heightens everything else, including my sex craved hunger that has made me crazy for nearly a year now. I'm starved for this.
A warm breeze of air blows across my nipples, causing my body to shift upwards instinctively. I've learned to crave this. To crave the unknown and hope for the possible pleasure or pain to take me over. The moisture as a tongue runs over my right nipple sends a rush of pure bliss into my chest. The anticipation as my body waits for the next feeling to take me is the part I miss the most. This is exactly how it used to be. I miss this life. Why did I wait so long to try again?
I let my mind lead the trace of his finger from one nipple to the other. His tongue leaves the other bud just as wet and this triggers my already aching clit to pulse while I wait for him to change his focus.
The sudden feeling of his absence does something to me. It's not as though he was touching me, but him being near helps. Being a sub can be lonely when you're not familiar with the Dom. That's one of the main reasons I haven't looked for another. Once you have a Dom that takes care of you like mine did, you have a hard time submitting to another fully.
I feel him return. His teeth bite slightly on a nipple before he latches the clamp into place. Fuuuuck yes.
He slowly moves to the other side and begins to mirror his movements. His obsessive nature to keep everything even isn't lost on me. I can tell he's a perfectionist. Everything is calculated and perfect. From the size of the table to the temperature of the room, to the silk on my blindfold... he’s made sure the fine details are perfectly in place.
This time, his bite is a little harsher, with a little grind of his teeth preparing me before he puts the clamp in place. He places the chain between my breasts and it feels like melting ice slipping around as it slides into place If my nipples weren't already hard from the clamps, this cold sensation would take care of that.
I know not to move, but I can't help but squirm as he starts to kiss every inch of each breast. He doesn't stop until his tongue has covered both entirely, leaving me wet.
He leaves me again. Damn it.
This time, I can feel him watching me. The heat from his stare has my insides turning. I'm growing more impatient as time passes and he does nothing to satisfy my needs. I know I'm not supposed to move, but he doesn't know I know better. If he didn't want me to move, he should've made sure I couldn't.
I run my fingers slowly over each breast and let the tickle on my skin encourage me to be brave. My right hand slides south while the left continues to trace the path his tongue just took. Moving slowly... sensually, I listen for any sign from him. He’ll either be the type to let me continue or he’ll punish me for trying. Either way, I'll be rewarded.
The chain slides around as I shift into my position. This I know. This has been all I've had since Tristen. Pleasuring myself seems to always fall short from the intense orgasms I was used to, but they haven't been an option.
My finger touches my pulsing clit and I realize just how worked up I am already. I catch an exhale from him and can tell he's across the room. Knowing this gives me the courage to open my legs wider and dip the first finger in. Sliding it back out, I pinch my clit between my middle and index finger building up the much needed pressure I'm dying for. Oh hell. I'm biting my lip as I moan and just thinking about him watching me has me dripping wet.
This time I send two fingers in and use my thumb to rub circles of pleasure. I move them in and out, pulling more wetness each time.
His breath runs across my knee letting me know just how close he is. I freeze and wait for him to do something. When he doesn't, I run my dripping wet fingers up my body and toward my mouth. His grip on my wrist just as I touch my lip forces me to stop. He pulls my wrist toward him and slips my fingers into his own mouth. His tongue is gentle as he moves around each finger not missing any of trace of me.
He sets my arm down at my side and moves to the end of the table, before jerking me to the edge in one swift slide. Lifting my hips, he begins to lick and nibble his way around my body. Oh God. His tongue is masterful.
His hands still on my ass, he pulls me even closer, allowing his tongue to go deeper. He devours me. Every single part of me. He licks from my ass all the way to the most sensitive spot in the front, not leaving anything untouched. He sucks my clit in and doesn't let go, sucking harder and harder bringing me straight to the surface of an orgasm. My breaths are loud and turning into moans just as I start to feel it.
Then he stops. He sets my ass back on the table allowing the raw guttural feeling of rejection to rear it’s ugly head. His warm touch is missing, but I can still feel his stare. He's watching again. Fuck.
I move my hand toward the ache only to have him intercept it before I can reach it. His grip gets tight and he tugs me until I'm sitting up. He pulls until I follow him off the table and across the room. He guides me until I'm chest down, long ways on what I know very well as a spanking bench. He straps both arms in first before moving to each leg. I'm familiar with this style of bench… just imagine a padded saw horse with straps.
I should be scared. I should be terrified, but the fact is I'm excited. I want this. I miss it and for some fucked up reason, it makes me reminisce the times I had with Tristen… which is terrible. I’m not sure how someone can be the best thing to ever happen to you… then so quickly become the worst. But he was that for me.
I spend what feels like thirty minutes thinking about the past, losing the present and not even caring that I’m extremely vulnerable right now. I eventually force myself to think about the here and now, but it’s hard.
He takes forever before he returns. I get zero warning before the bite of the first strike hits. His hand. He waits before striking again, of course hitting the opposite ass cheek this time. I wonder if all Dom's are thorough like this, because I appreciate him spreading out the pain. It shows he’s experienced.
Every part of my ass is on fire before he stops. He doesn’t make me count out loud, but my instinct is to count. Twenty-eight. That's how old I am. I wonder why he chose such an odd number.
He leaves me again and I let the burn simmer through my body as I wait for his return. I can feel the juices dripping between my legs. There's no doubt I missed this.
The feel of his hands gliding over each cheek soothes me. He's taking care of me. Knowing he's doing aftercare makes me trust him more. The lotion helps to cool the surface burn, but I can tell there will be bruising.
His squeeze on each cheek nearly brings a tear to my eyes, but he stops quickly. I'm sure he read the tension in my body and knew how much it hurt.
