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As I consider the question, it hits me that I’m not finding myself encased in the sensation I was so afraid of—claustrophobia, or malaise, or feeling like my skin could crawl, or that I’m making some concession I don’t want to.
My body feels light, fueled by arousal.
“Yes… Sir.”
Amusement seems to warm his eyes at my clumsy attempts at addressing him correctly before he disappears behind me, and a few moments later, I shudder as the already dark room is plunged into blackness. Some fabric is wrapped around my eyes, taking my sight, following by another piece, which he ties at the base of my neck, muffling away almost all sound.
I can’t help the shallow breaths I’m taking as I get used to the sensory deprivation, unable to see or hear where he is.
The unexpected brush of my arms behind my back by something soft—multiple chords of leather, I think, based on the way it molds to the contours of my body—has me inhaling stiffly, absorbing the teasing lash up my arms, over my shoulder and then around my front, over my waist, my breasts, up my neck, under my chin.
I flinch at the sound of something dropping to the floor nearby. I know he’s standing in front of me, watching me in the dark, causing goosebumps to prickle up my skin.
Some moments later, his fingers lift my chin way up before prying open my mouth. As I kneel, sitting on my ankles, my knees wide apart, my juicy pussy exposed and my mouth now open, I know what’s coming next.
I just hope that in the sensory-deprived state I’m in I can do it justice…
A soft moan escapes me as I feel his cock penetrate my mouth, ramming all the way in to stab my throat in one fell swoop before withdrawing. I whimper as the head makes it back over my lips, very slowly sliding deep inside. I can’t move my body much accept to shift myself up a little, but I do my very best to stimulate his dick with my tongue, reveling as I get to feel his greedy shaft filling up my small mouth for the first time.
He exhales roughly as he pushes his dick inside gently, and then less gently, invading so deeply that I have to relax my throat muscles to accommodate the repeated thrusts.
This man looks so civilized to the outer world, but in reality, he’s a beast… and a filthy one at that.
He lifts the fabric covering one of my ears.
“Your mouth is most accommodating, Indigo,” he snarls, snaking the dome of his dick across my lips, tapping them roughly like the kinky bastard that he is. “It’s been worth the hell of the wait.”
“I want more,” I implore.
“Do you deserve it?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm… This time you’re going to suck very slowly, Indigo. I want you to learn to soothe yourself with my cock. Until any anxiety is gone. And you feel nothing but pleasure. Nothing but me. Is that understood? This is how I want you to learn to relax.”
I nod and he replaces the fabric around my ears. His dense cock breaches the threshold of my mouth once again, invading deep into my throat and staying there as I try to keep my throat muscles open for him. I focus on the feel of him in my mouth—how hard it is, how smooth, how clean he tastes, how desperate I am to taste his cum, to swallow it and then show him my clean tongue.
Pleasure undulates through my core in warm streams and I can’t help but be aware of stress leaving me as I suck rhythmically, my pussy throbbing, my head bobbing as I take him in deep before taking leisurely licks up the underside of him.
“You taste so good,” I whisper.
“Don’t stop, little one.”
Sometimes he remains deep inside my throat for a few seconds, making me think he’s going to ejaculate down it. At others, he swipes his cock, left and right over my tongue as I feel only him, taste only him. At moments which jar me, the unwanted memory of someone else crawls into my mind, but when that happens, I picture Grey’s face, imagine him watching his cock slide into and out of my mouth over and over… and the cloying murk of that memory vanishes.
At one point, he taps his cock against my lips, and then my cheek, sliding the head all over my mouth before pushing in again. Despite the fabric covering my ear, I hear a deep but faint groan, its sound so diabolically sinful, making me moan in pleasure as his thrusts get faster and faster until I gag, feeling saliva drip onto my breasts.
He takes hold of the bun at the back of my head and uses it to begin to fuck my mouth in earnest, the drives into me rabid, poking at my throat until I gag.
My mouth, now a sloppy mess, becomes the vehicle for his amusement, this dripping wet hole that he explores—my lips, the inner seam, moving his cock left to right, up and down, before pushing way in, making me gag over and over.
The underside slides slowly down my tongue as pleasure seizes my cells and he begins to fuck my mouth more gently, allowing me to feel him properly, every inch of him filling me up… until he stops.
He removes the fabric from over my ears, and begins to slip his fingers over my chin, positively soaked in saliva.
“You suck like an angel, Indigo.”
His words make pleasure surge through my body. I hold back the urge to beg for more, already missing the feel of him in my mouth, desperate to be able to swallow his cum.
