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Blindly, I reach for him, but before I can find and touch him, he curls his fingers around my wrist and stops me. “I’m not done,” he merely says, and then I feel silk around my right wrist, and then around the left one. He pushes both my arms up and, moving around on the mattress, he ties me up to the bedposts. I struggle against my bindings, testing his knots, but there’s no way out from this: now he’s in control. He has all the control.
“What now?” I ask him, a wild grin on my face.
“Now… Now you’re mine for me to do as I please,” he whispers against my ear, my pussy growing even wetter as his words go straight to my brain. Mine for him to do as he pleases… Has anyone ever said anything more wickedly delicious? I doubt it.
I tremble as I feel the touch of his fingers on my ankles; he brushes his fingertips against my skin and then, grabbing my heels, he takes them off and then I hear a dry sound as they hit the floor.
“Do it… Whatever you want,” I whisper, barely able to hear my own words. My heart is pounding so hard into my eardrums that I’m practically deaf right now.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I hear him say, the sound of his voice coming at me as if we are in a dream. In a sense, we are. I mean, this is a dream come true, in every sense of the word. In fact, I don’t think that dreams can ever be this good.
His fingertips go over my skin, slowly moving up my legs until they meet the hem of my dress. Using his thumbs, he pushes the fabric until it’s around my waist, and my skin prickles as I imagine him looking at my soaked thong. Then, I feel his lips above my right knee, and he starts laying gentles kisses over my body in an upward line until he reaches my inner thigh. Instead of going for my pussy, though, his mouth moves to the side and his kisses go for my other thigh.
“I need to see you,” he whispers and then, as if his words weren’t clear enough, he continues, “I need to see all of you.” Placing both of his hands on my thighs, he parts my legs and kneels himself there; then, he flattens the palm of his hands over my stomach and runs them up until his fingertips are touching my collarbones. “I’m sorry, love,” he says, and then he pulls the fabric harshly. The dress strains against my body, and then there’s a ripping sound as the fabric tears. He pulls until the whole dress comes off and, as soon as that happens, he rests his fingertips on my stomach once more. Moving softly, he traces a straight line with his fingers toward my cleavage, and he only stops when he meets my bra. As my bra fastens at the front, he just flicks his fingers and undoes the clasp, the cups sliding off of my breasts smoothly. “You’re fucking perfect, love…” he whispers, his fingers moving over the curve of my right breast and then gently circling my hard nipple.
“This is torture, Connor…” I tell him, my voice quivering as his fingers inch closer to my rosy tip.
“I know,” he says, and I sense the wide grin he has on his face. He’s really enjoying himself… And, well, so am I. There’s something about being with a man while you’re blindfolded and tied up—there’s a sense of vulnerability that you wouldn’t get otherwise, and that just makes everything so much better. It’s frustrating, sure, but I’d say the payoff merits the effort.
Connor traces soft lines around my nipple, but he never touches it. When he moves to my left breast and does the same there, my heart kicks and thrashes against my ribcage in protest. I want, no, I need his touch… And he knows it. Instead of giving me what I want, he has chosen to tease and torture me, to draw me completely insane.
“Connor…” I whisper, raising my hips from the bed as my body begs for more, so much more. Still, he keeps on teasing me, circling my nipples with maddening patience. I’m so wet right now that I already feel my fluids dripping down my thighs and soaking the sheets under me. I try and struggle against the ties, but it’s a futile mission; unless he unties me, I don’t have a say on what happens now. And, as frustrating as it is, I can’t help but love it.
“Patience, love… Good things come to those who wait,” he tells me and, at that exact moment, he pinches my right nipple between his thumb and index finger. Violent electric sparks rage through my body as I succumb to his pressure, and I squirm in place as he starts to pinch harder and harder. Panting, I bite on my lower lip as the pain goes from my nerve endings to my brain, and there it turns into pure pleasure. When he does the same to my left nipple, pinching both of them at the same time, I can’t stop myself from moaning as loud as I can. I told you that I was very, very wet, didn’t I? Well, that’s nothing compared to the state I’m in right now. Swear to God, I’m so wet that I m
ight just die of dehydration.
“I… I want more,” I cry out loud, swaying my hips from side to side. The moment I open my mouth to speak, Connor stops pinching my nipples and flattens the palm of his hands, squeezing both my breasts gently and making me purr with delight. Then, letting go, he brushes his fingers down to my stomach, closing in on the place that really matters. Still, he stops inches away from my pussy, stopping before he takes his fingers down my inner thighs. He strokes my skin there, and then goes for my groins… He’s so close to my pussy now that I can’t help but lift my hips from the mattress once more, trying to force my pussy against his hand. To no avail, of course, he lays his forearm across my waist and pins me down harshly.
“You really can’t wait, can you?” he asks me mischievously, and I nod as if I’m running a fever, anxiety filling every single one of my muscles.
“I need --” Connor cuts me short by flattening his hand against my pussy, taking his forearm off of my stomach and keeping me down with just the pressure of his hand. I gasp as I feel his touch on my pussy, my inner lips burning with desire, and then he makes it even better by turning his hand and placing his thumb above my clit. He starts to rub it with quick short circles, and I sway my hips from side to side, pressing my pussy against his hand. “Oh, God…” I moan as he starts to run one finger up and down the length of my pussy, gently teasing me. “Please, Connor… I can’t take this anymore…” I sigh heavily, my body burning from the inside out.
“I know,” he responds simply as he pushes his index finger past my folds and, curling it upward like a hook, he presses it against my G-spot. The moment I feel his touch there I grit my teeth and hiss, my body tensing up as all his teasing finally turns into something more tangible.
He doesn’t even move his finger—no, he just keeps it against my G-spot while he circles my clit with his thumb, but that’s all it takes. After torturing me for so long, every nerve ending in my body is as sensitive as it has ever been, and so every single touch of his propels me down pleasure’s lane. My muscles become so tense they seem like concrete, and a high voltage current travels up and down my spine as my mind spins into a disarray of thoughts. I come with a scream, the sound of it exploding in the air as the winds of ecstasy whirl the thoughts in my head into a pool of irrationality. And that’s when he starts to finger me.
I’m still coming when he starts moving his finger in and out of my pussy, but always pressing down on my clit. My screams turn into moans, and he takes that as a good opportunity for him to slide one more finger in. Flicking his wrist, he moves his fingers at a relentless pace, and it doesn’t take long for me to arch my back and start pulling with my arms against the ties that bind me. That wind inside of me is fanning the flames of ecstasy, and they’re threatening to consume me, which I don’t mind, not at all. As far as I’m concerned, pleasure like this can consume every single inch of my body, mind and soul. I’m free for the taking.
“I think I’m going to… I think that I’m --” The words die in my throat as my muscles start to spasm, a violent orgasm taking over my body and forcing me to scream again. I arch my back until the waves of pleasure start receding, and only then do I collapse completely on top of the mattress, breathing hard.
“And we’re just getting started,” he whispers, and I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he moves. I tremble as I feel his lips on my neck, and then he starts to move his mouth downward, straight to the valley between both my tits. There, he climbs the curve of my right breast and, using only the tip of his tongue, laps at my hard nipple. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel him wrapping his lips around my pink tip, sucking and pressing down at the same time while, with his other fingers, he’s back to pinching on my nipple.
I expect him to take his mouth to my left breast as well, but that’s not what he does. Instead, when he finally lets go of my nipple, he starts brushing his lips down to my stomach, to my navel, and then further down until he’s over the mound just above my clit. Knowing what’s going to happen, I lift my hips up from the mattress once more, but this time he doesn’t make me wait.
“So… fucking… delicious…” he whispers, circling my clit with the wet tip of his tongue. I start swaying my hips from side to side, wanting more of his mouth, and he simply opens it wide and presses it against my wet folds. He starts sucking immediately, my folds going between his lips and into his mouth as he laps at them with his tongue. He isn’t sucking or licking—no, he’s doing it with such intensity that there’s only one way that I can describe what he’s doing right now: he’s devouring me.
Placing his forearm across my waist once more, he pushes me down onto the mattress as he eats me out. I squirm in place as I imagine my fluids dripping down his chin, his lips glistening, and I feel an overwhelming urge to take my blindfold off. Of course, I can’t do it, and so I have to endure the darkness… for now.
As Connor starts to jab at my insides with his tongue, I feel my pussy clenching, and I ready myself for another avalanche of pleasure. God, we’re not fucking yet, and I’m on the verge of coming for the third time in a row… Seriously, I’m the luckiest woman on Earth, and that’s not up for debate.
“Oh, God,” I moan as that high voltage current inside of me grows even fiercer, electrifying every single one of my muscles and burning them up with ecstasy. “OH, GOD!” I repeat, this time shouting out the words as a convulsion takes over my body, my legs flailing as I once more try and push my arms against the ties around my wrists.
“Come, love,” Connor tells me, pulling back from between my thighs and circling my clit with his thumb, stroking it gently as my muscles twitch and spasm in quick-fire movements. “Come for me…” he continues, the sound of his voice caressing my eardrums and lulling me into a dream-like state, one where perfection is not only possible but attainable as well.
“I want you too, Connor,” I start, getting the words out between hard breaths. “I want to taste you. Now.” I tell him, trying to add some certainty behind my words. I might have met him as a nice submissive girl, but I’m learning a few things along the way. “I want you to give me your cock, all twelve inches of it, and I want you to do it right now,” I command him.
“Oh, seems like someone wants to take charge,” he says with a chuckle, and then I feel him moving over me. He’s on his feet now, I can feel him stepping over my body and then kneeling right above my breasts. I crane my neck, parting my lips and trying to reach for his cock, but to no avail. I only feel him on my mouth when he angles his member down, rubbing his glans against my lips.
