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“I didn’t…” And now I can’t wait for his punishment. “What are you going to do about it?” Silence is his only reply. I hear him get out of the bed and walk across the room, stopping for a short while as he looks for something in his bags. Then he returns back to the bed, grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms over my head.
“This is what I’m going to do about it,” he tells me, roping another tie around my right wrist and tying it to the bedpost. He goes around the bed and does the same with my other arm. When he’s done, I tug against the fabric, testing his knots. My pussy clenches as I realize I’m not getting out of this unless he wants me to. I’m at his mercy… And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Is this it? You’re just going to tie me to the bed…?” I tease him, tugging on the ties again, playfully trying to free myself. The more I pull, the tighter his knots become.
“What do you think?” He climbs on top of the bed again, and I feel his weight sinking onto the mattress right between my legs. With his hands on my knees, he forces me to spread my legs wide; I can almost sense his hungry eyes on my pussy, his fingers eager to peel the thong off of my body. “You’re all tied up, almost naked… I can do whatever I want now.”
“Whatever you want,” I repeat after him, my pussy so wet that my fluids start to drip down my inner thighs. He leans over me, laying his lips on my stomach, and then slides them down to the hem of my thong; there, he moves his tongue across the line separating fabric from skin, his hands softly resting on my outer thighs. I’d give anything to look at him right now, to see the hunger and desire in his eyes as he draws closer to my drenched pussy… Somehow, though, being deprived of my vision makes it all better. I’m forced to rely on my other senses, all of them working overtime to amplify every little thing he’s doing to me. Without the crutch of sight, imagination runs wild and free.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he continues, his tongue now moving down from my waist to my inner thigh, slowly tracing the line of my groin. I start to lift my ass up from the mattress, trying to have his mouth on my pussy, but he simply grabs me by the waist and presses me down. “I can’t wait to tear this thong off…” Ignoring my outburst, he moves his thong to my outer groin. “To run my tongue over your pussy…” Christ, if he continues saying these things, I’m going to come again before he even has the chance to take my thong off.
He bites on the hem of my thong and starts to pull it down slowly, using only his mouth to do it. I bite on my bottom lip, squirming as I feel the fabric sliding down my legs, the cool air of the room lapping at my wetness.
The moment the thong comes off, he places both of his hands on my ankles and runs them all the way up to my waist, leaning over me as he does it. I can imagine him looking down at my pussy, licking his lips as he prepares to devour me… But instead of going for it right away, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his lips seductively brushing against my skin.
Forgetting that I’m tied up, I try and reach for his head, eager to force his mouth against my pussy. But all I manage to do is move my arms just a few inches, the wooden sound of the posts echoing through the room.
“Whatever I want, remember?” he says, his words caressing my naked skin on their way to my ears. “You have no other choice.” God, I just want to grab his head and push him down as I thrust, to feel his mouth against my wetness, his tongue over my clit… But he’s right; I’m his for him to do whatever he wants. There's no other choice but to submit.
“I need it, Lance… Please,” I moan, swaying my hips. He lays one forearm across my waist, keeping me down.
“You’re in luck…” He inches his tongue closer to my pussy. “Because what you want … is what I want too.” He reaches for me with his tongue, tenderly brushing it between my folds and circling my clit. He does it two, three times, and then he dives into me, his open mouth fitting against my pussy.
Even though he’s still holding me down, I can’t help but try and thrust, wanting to feel the sweet pressure of his mouth. He teased me slowly and gently, but now he’s using his tongue harshly, running it up and down my length as furiously as possible. His mouth is open wide, and as he sucks my folds in, I can’t help but let out a loud moan.
“Oh, God…” I moan, rubbing my pussy against his mouth. Without warning, he uses his thumb to press down on my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure there—not too much, not too little. Taking his forearm from my waist, he places his free hand under his chin, two of his fingers carefully parting my folds. I grit my teeth as I prepare for what’s about to happen, but I don’t even have the time to gasp. He slides his fingers in quickly, moving them into me in a hook motion and curling them upward until they meet that sinful spot deep in my pussy.
Two fingers on my G-spot, his mouth on my folds, and his thumb on my clit, he’s leaving nothing to chance. I would thank him for it, but the only thing I can do with my mouth right now is moan as if I were at least a decade younger. Nothing better than a young man to make you feel alive again, that much is true.
He keeps working me until I can’t take it anymore. My back is arched and my muscles are tensing up to the point of snapping. Feeling the waves of climax coming for me, Lance redoubles his efforts, licking me even more eagerly as he starts to rub my clit deftly.
It hits me like thunder, pleasure exploding inside of me, blinding every single one of my senses. The fact that I can’t see makes it all so much better. All that my brain can process right now is pure unbridled ecstasy, the fast pace of my heart making it rage through my veins and boiling my blood.
Lance allows me to wind down slowly, lapping at me with his tongue until the waves of climax start to subside. Once my brain starts to work properly again, he pulls back from me. I see him in my mind’s eye, my fluids dripping down his chin, and the desire to taste him too takes over me.
“I want you,” I manage to get out between breaths, “In my mouth. Right now.” I’m not begging, nor am I commanding. I’m simply stating what’s going to happen. He probably sees that in my voice, because he climbs on top of me, placing each of his knees by my side. He leans in, and running his hands through my hair, reaches for the knot behind my head; undoing it, he pulls the tie out, the dim light of the room almost too strong for me.
I squint my eyes as they adjust to the brightness, the lines of Lance’s body forming in front of me. He’s on top of me, kneeling and still dressed, and has that familiar wicked grin on his face.
“Tell me, again,” he starts, “What do you want?”
“Your cock … my mouth,” I say, whimpering, my eyes darting to his crotch. I can already see the shape of his erection pushing against his pants, tenting it as if his cock was about to rip through the fabric at any minute now.
He takes both his hands to his belt, unbuckling it as my eyes follow each and every motion he makes. Pulling the belt out of its loop, he throws it to the floor and then starts unbuttoning his pants, undoing each button with a maddening slowness, fully knowing that I’m aching to have him inside of my mouth. He pulls his pants down to his knees, only his black boxer briefs standing in the way now.
“Is this what you want?” he asks me, curling his fingers around his cock and over his boxers.
“Yes… Yes,” I whimper again, my mouth feeling dry with anxiety. Christ, I don’t think I have ever wanted a man’s cock inside of my mouth this much. Hooking his fingers on the hem of his boxers, he pulls them down, allowing his cock to jump free and into sight. I lick my lips unconsciously, my eyes wandering over his thick veiny shaft, the tip already glistening with a hint of precum.
He inches closer to me and grabs his cock, angling it down so that its tip is hovering right above my lips. I try and reach for it, but he moves it out of reach. Then, grinning, he slowly pushes his cock down, brushing his glans over my lips.
“Is this it…?” he teases me, rubbing his tip against me, but still keeping it far enough away from me so that I'm not able to take it in my mouth.
“More…” I simply groan, still trying to crane my neck. Obliging, he lets me place my lips around his glans, and I wrap them tight, cleaning it dry of his precum with the tip of my tongue. Inch by inch, he slowly feeds his cock into my mouth, his thick shaft rolling down between my lips. My eyelids droop by instinct, and I feel my whole body trembling as he pushes his cock toward the back of my throat. He holds it there for a brief moment, and then slides it back until only his tip is inside of me; repeating his motion, he starts to build a rhythm. It doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting fast and hard, filling me with his flesh as he fucks my tight eager mouth. “What you want, you get,” he whispers between hard breaths, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding my head in place.
I suck and lick as if there was nothing more important than this in the whole world. Right now, only his cock and his pleasure matter to me. It’s a selfish feeling, really; his pleasure is my pleasure. And that’s the way it should be. Because we are one… And it feels so good to think it without feeling fear or shame. We are one.
My eyes are still closed, so I don’t see it; I only feel him untying the knot that binds my right hand, freeing my arm. I lose no time. I reach for him at once, cupping his balls and rolling them over my fingers as he eases his pace. When he stops thrusting, I take the chance and start bobbing my head back and forth, not wanting to lose any momentum as he unties my other hand.
