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Tonight, is the sixth night that we’ve tried BDSM and now it seems to be our thing.
If anyone had told me I would like this I wouldn’t have believed them at all.
But, here I am. Chained to Christian Giordano’s bed in his penthouse suite.
Chained and covered in cream and strawberries.
I watch him watching me, assessing my reaction. He’s never eaten food off me before so I’m not sure how to react. There’s no way I can imagine feeling anything other than pleasure though. I’m already wet just for thinking of his mouth on me, his tongue licking all over my body.
I’m completely his and I can’t move at all. I have chains on my wrists and ankles, and I’m laid out spread eagle on the bed waiting for him to take me.
He gets on the bed and I scan over his body, admiring the perfection of his muscles and all that he is.
“You look like you’re enjoying this far too much. However will we have vanilla sex again?” he asks licking some cream off the tip of my right breasts.
“I’m sure we’ll manage,” I answer.
He takes a strawberry and feeds it to me. When I’m done, he pushes his finger into my mouth so I can lick it off.
“I’m sure we will. Remember angel… red is your safe word.” He says with a wide smile knowing I won’t be using any form of safe word.
“I remember,” I say with a smile.
On my word he lowers and starts licking the cream off me and eating the fruit.
“I didn’t know you could taste even better than you already taste.” He smirks.
I don’t get to answer. He takes in my right breast and sucks off the cream with such a force that I feel it everywhere. The intensity tugs on my pussy and I moan trying to reach for him, stopping when the chains clink reminding me that I can’t.
He chuckles and I try to catch my breath. The pleasure feels different this way, amplified so even the slightest touch feels like it’s magnified a hundredfold. The restraint is what does it. Whether that’s a scarf or chains. As long as it can hold you in place it holds you in the glow of pleasure.
I’ve been in this state for over two weeks with this man. This is what we do every night. in the space of time since we agreed to the contract, I’ve had two days off and both nights saw me here. here in this bed with him or having sex in the parking lot in his car.
We haven’t stopped and every time I’m with him those lines between what we are and when we aren’t supposed to be blur. We’ve existed in this bubble of escape. That’s what I call it.
It sure feels like it as I watch him in his pursuit to eat food off my body. By the time he finishes my skin sizzles with the wild sensation of his tongue working my nerves to life.
I’m close to orgasm when he pushes his face between my thighs and starts eating me out.
I writhe against his mouth and the chains now feeling the effect of the chains holding me.
He stops feasting on my pussy to watch me. The smile on his face, a tell that he enjoys doing this to me.
We’ve been in his room for hours and God knows what time it is. he’s already had me three times since I met him this evening, this will be another and I don’t think he has plans to stop there.
The thing about it though is I’ll keep going until he stops.
He runs his finger over my clit and presses hard on the nub making my body jolt from the spark of wild pleasure that courses through me.
“Oh my God!” I moan. He does it again but pressing harder this time.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he says, and I glare back at him in disbelief.
“What? I can’t…” My voice trails off because I can barely talk.
“I mean it. Don’t come until I say.” Another chuckle rumbles deep in the walls of his chest and he slides off the bed. I watch him walk into the closet and he returns with a velvet pouch. I try to figure out what he has inside there, but I can’t.
He takes out a glove. It’s a glove, a thick one and there’s only one hand.
