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He moves away again. This time, I'm somewhat grateful. It gives me time to relax, even though he has me wound up tight.
This time he’s gone even longer than he has before. I don't pay attention to listening for him this time. I’m flying so high from the adrenalin in my body, I can hardly hear anything.
He removes the straps from my arms, then my legs… freeing me from my restraints. I remain in position until he starts to move me, but we don't go far. He’s careful not to let me touch his body... his hands guiding me until I'm leaning over the same bench, but this time with my legs spread very far apart.
I pray he doesn't start spanking me again. I've never had to use a safe word. Even though I'm nowhere near my limit, spanking on top of spanking would be what does it. Besides, I submitted a word I have no intention of saying. 'Briggs' is no longer in my vocabulary, so it will take a severe situation for me to say it.
He spreads my ass cheeks open and begins to rub my back entrance. I close my eyes and begin to relax as I wait for something to enter. A finger slides in slowly until it's all the way in. He removes it and pushes it in again a few times. I can feel my walls relax around him as he takes his time with me.
The pressure of two fingers begins and he twists until they both fill me. The burn from the invasion pulls me into the past. It's been a long time since I've let anyone enter me like this. I close my eyes tight under the blind fold as if that will help take me away. He continues to slowly manipulate me just like that until I'm fully relaxed against him.
He removes his fingers and I dread the third knowing how large his hands are. Instead the cool burn of a butt plug is what I feel. He must've added cooling lube to it. He pops it into position and I start to let my body adjust to it. I shift my hips just slightly and before long, it's only the cooling lube that I feel.
He returns quickly this time and guides me to my feet. I feel the strap of the collar around my neck as he puts it into place. He lets the rope dangle against the front of my body as he fastens the necklace.
I slide my fingers down what I thought was a rope, only to feel that it's a line of beads. Feels like pearls. I'm not an idiot. I know these are delicate. I know if I let them break, that I'll be punished.
When I can feel his absence again, I let my hands trace the collar. It feels beautiful. I imagine how elegant it must be, probably white gold with diamonds. By the feel of it, it's expensive, but then again it could be fake. Either way, it makes me feel treasured, even though I’ve never seen this man’s face.
The sound of his zipper and the feel of his hand on my shoulder give me the sign of what he expects next. I fall to my knees and wait for him to serve me, but instead he lifts the beaded chain, bringing me back to my feet. He never says a word; he’s all about silent communication for some reason.
Silk ribbon slips around my wrist as he joins them together behind my back. He restrains them with a simple tie. One that I know I could pull out of, but that I shouldn't if I know what’s good for me.
He removes the clip from my hair and runs one hand through it as his other one begins to travel over my breasts. A small tug on the chain between them pulls the clamps just enough to draw a moan from my lips. He’s testing my limits.
I hear him inhale into my hair. He does it more than once sending goose bumps spreading over my skin. He’s so close. Breathing me in; analyzing me to pieces. There’s not a moment in my life where I’ve felt this exposed, even though I’ve been in this exact scenario many times. It takes time to trust someone to do this with you. I try not to second guess my decision to tip-toe back into this lifestyle. I’m in a new city, so it’s not like anyone knows me here.
He pulls my attention back to him, twisting my hair into his hand, sending me to my knees.
I wait. Wait for a beautiful cock. I'm going to imagine it that way anyway. Assuming the position with my head bowed down and my chest held out, I continue to wait. The sound of him rubbing it near my face, turns me on. He's slow with his movements, torturing me, but I continue to wait for my cue.
He lifts the beads to tilt my head up. I pucker my lips once I feel the tip of his cock near me. He rubs it back and forth only letting the tip connect us. Sliding my tongue out, I lick the underside of the tiny portion he's allowing me access to. He loves to tease. That's good, because I love to be teased.
He's wide. The tip is mushroom shaped. My tongue catches the ridge and I can tell he's bulging. He pulls back. Licking my lips, I try to listen for him. Damn he's so quiet.
Then I hear him. He's jacking off in front of me. He does it for a little while before he grabs the back of my head and pulls me forward. I open my mouth and accept his cock. It's flavored. Strawberry, I think?
I take him to the back of my throat and swallow. I'm not even close to taking him all the way in my mouth. His length and width are both incredible. But this is what I'm used to.
Using my tongue on the underside, I run it the full length of his cock and back up. I notice the piercing underneath and decide to explore that a little more. I've never been with anyone who’s pierced, so I'm intrigued.
Taking him back in my mouth I let him push into my throat again. He's ruthless for a few thrusts then backs off once I begin to gag. Fuck.
He enters my mouth again this time pushing to the back of my throat and staying there. I force a swallow and a moan against the tip and hear him whisper finally. "Yesssss"
It's the first time I've heard his voice at all and it was a simple whisper. He's managed to lead me without a single word, but hearing that simple word is the approval I’ve been waiting for. I want to know I’m pleasing him.
I feel his hand in front of my face as he rubs himself more erect than he already was. He uses the side of my mouth to apply pressure as he pops his cock out of my mouth a couple of times, leaving moisture behind.
Then he plunges into my throat again showing no mercy. He fucks my mouth without any care and I do everything possible to keep from gagging. He fucks and he fucks until I'm positive he's about to blow. Then he stops. His cock is setting in my mouth twitching and I swear I can feel his pulse against my tongue.
I slowly move my tongue over the base of the tip trying to draw him back in only to have him remain still. The only thing moving between us, is my tongue and the twitch of his cock.
He pulls out and tugs on my beaded chain, so I begin to crawl. Crawling on all fours can be sexy if you let it. You have to know how to position your ass and crawl with dignity. I know this. I've done it many times.
I swear he's parading me around the room because it takes a while before he gives me the signal to rise to my feet. Standing at full attention, with my butt plug still in place, I wait for my next silent command.
He pulls both of my hands into his before kissing each wrist as if apologizing for being rough. Little does he know rough doesn't bother me one bit. In fact I want it, I need it. It’s why I’m here.
He moves me back until I’m against a hard surface. I know this surface. A person doesn't forget a Saint Andrew's cross. Lifting my hands over my head he attaches each one to the bar above me. The sensation of his fingers sliding down my skin as he makes his way to the ankle straps awakens every nerve in me. He cuffs each ankle, just before he uses his tongue on the inside of my thigh to trace a path straight to my clit, circling with just the tip to tease me. Of course he replays his movement on the other leg, this time leaving my clit out. This screws with my head. I need him to keep it even. Everything about him up until this point showed he did too.
ilary Storm
