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The grip on my wrists adjusts and my hands are raised into the air, then I’m being pulled up off the couch. Darkness still envelops me, the lack of my senses is confusing and disorienting, causing me to stumble and land on my knees.
My heart pounds in my chest as I try to anticipate what will happen next.
“Exactly where I want you, Little Darling. Good girl.” The voice this time is modulated, and I don’t know if it is the same one who spoke first or if the other one put his mask back on. It sends shivers down my spine.
As I kneel on the ground under their control, a mix of fear and excitement courses through me.
The grip on my wrists changes and my arms are pulled behind my back. Something is wrapped around them and I whimper when it is tightened to the point of pain.
I shake my head slightly but whatever they secured over my eyes doesn’t shift. But I sense when one of them steps in front of me.
“Open your mouth, Little Darling,” comes the voice again and I feel fingers dig into my chin to still my movements.
I know exactly where this is going. “What do I get if I do?”
They both chuckle, I can hear it from both in front of and behind me. “This isn’t a negotiation. I could just make you.”
My chuckle is just as sarcastic as theirs. “And I could just bite your cock off too, I’m sure you would enjoy it better if I was a little more willing.”
A thumb brushes my bottom lip and I use my teeth to nip at it just to prove my point. It has the opposite effect, making him groan quietly and press his thumb harder against my teeth until I open them and he shoves it into my mouth, using it to press down hard on my tongue.
“How about this, show us just how much of a good girl you can be for both of us, and we will take the blindfold off and sit and have a chat.” There is humor in his voice.
I take only a moment to think about it. I cannot pass up the opportunity. I open my mouth wider and tilt my head back.
He groans, “Good fucking girl.”
I feel him step closer as his thumb leaves my mouth, the velvet heat of his cock replacing it. My tongue flicks across the head of it, tasting the saltiness of it with a moan of my own.
This is so wrong in so many ways.
His fingers grip my chin, firmly holding me in place as his cock slides into my waiting mouth.
A mixture of forbidden pleasure and excitement courses through me. I work my tongue around him, feeling his hardness and relishing the taste of him. There are a couple of piercings along the underside; I feel them under my tongue and I rub against them. The groans that escape his lips only fuel my desire to please him further.
The other one of them behind me remains silent, but his presence is palpable. I feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. The knowledge that every little move I make is being watched intensifies the thrill, adding an extra layer of exhilaration to the moment.
As I indulge in this forbidden act, a combination of guilt and excitement swirls within me. I am fully aware of the wrongness of the situation, of the boundaries I am crossing. But the intensity of it overwhelms any rational thoughts, leaving me solely focused on the pleasure I am providing.
I continue, moving my mouth along his length and swirling my tongue around him and over his piercings, the line between pleasure and darkness becoming increasingly blurred. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, a mixture of desire and forbidden temptation. His presence engulfs me, dominating my senses as he takes control.
Gloved fingers dig into my hair, gripping and twisting, the pain shooting through my scalp. He thrusts hard into my mouth, his cock hitting the back on my throat, making me gag .
The mixture of fear, excitement, and a primal desire pulsates through my veins. The darkness shrouding me only heightens my senses, amplifying every touch, every sound, every moan I release around his hard cock.
The restraints on my wrists are tight, a painful reminder of my captivity, but I choose to embrace the moment, to surrender to this moment. With each pull and twist, a surge of pleasure intertwines with the discomfort, pushing me further into the depths of my desires.
He groans loudly. “Your mouth feels so good, Little Darling. I can see I’m going to get addicted to the feel of it.”
The aura of dominance they exude keeps me on edge, my heart pounding in anticipation. I'm at their mercy, willingly or not, and a part of me revels in the forbidden nature of it all.
With every flick of my tongue, every moan that escapes my lips, I embrace the complexity of this forbidden encounter, knowing that the path I tread is lined with darkness and desire.
His thrusts start to grow more erratic, pushing further into my throat each time, the piercings scraping against me. I relax my throat and his next thrust pushes deep, the groan he releases echoes around the room. My eyes water from the forcefulness, my throat stretched to accommodate him.
His grip on my hair tightens, controlling my movements as he thrusts into my mouth more forcefully. I continue to surrender to his movements, my body adapting to the rhythm he sets. The mixture of pleasure and discomfort melds together, fueling a primal hunger within me. I focus on breathing steadily, allowing him to push deeper into my throat, my gag reflex becoming a mere whisper in the background.
“Fuck,” he groans as he thrust as deep as he can and holds me down on him as he explodes in my throat. “Swallow, Little Darling,” he groans.
