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It seemed to be an effort for him to take his hands off me and step away, and I could see how hungry his eyes were. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower. When I return, I want you lying on the bed, with your arms and legs spread out.” He reached into his pocket and threw something on the bed. I turned to see that it was a red silk blindfold. “Wear that.”
“Yes sir.” I said hoarsely and bit my lip so as not to protest when he walked away from me towards the shower. I didn’t want to have to wait. Still, I got on the bed, as ordered, and grabbed the red silk scarf, which I tied securely over my eyes. I lay down on the bed, squirming about to make myself comfortable and then spread out my arms and legs.
The anticipation almost killed me.
I knew that was exactly what he was aiming for. By the time I heard the bathroom door open, I had to stop myself from whimpering with need. Nothing had even happened yet, and I was ready to blow. I heard his soft footfall as he came closer to the bed and my breath sped up with eagerness.
I opened my mouth, the better to pant, as I moved my hips impatiently.
“Don’t move.” He ordered and I immediately stopped.
“Safe word is still Montague.”
As I lie on my bed, I nod as if I’m back in that room, one finger pressing lightly against the parting of my already wet pussy, not really touching anything, just… anticipating, even as my chest hurts from missing Romano and wanting it to be his hands on me.
I scrunch my eyes tight, remembering how the bed had dipped when he put his knee on it and then widened my stiletto-strapped ankles so that they were parallel to each corner of the bed.
I felt him tie my ankle up in a series of knots before securing me to the bed. My hips jerked as I moaned.
“I did not allow you to move.” He said sternly and I moaned, as I tried my best to keep still. I wanted him so much.
He tied my other ankle just as securely, leaving me vulnerable and exposed to him. I could feel his eyes on me, like lasers, even behind the blindfold. The warmth of his finger as he ran it up my leg almost had me losing my mind. It won’t be long until I start screaming and begging.
Thank God he didn’t order me to be quiet.
I felt his hands trailing the mounds of my breasts and then grab my hand and flick it up, ropes binding me to the headboard with efficiency. Soon I was trussed up, ready for him like an offering. I felt something tickle me and I realized that he was using a feather, just trailing it up and down my body, awakening all my nerves.
I was straining against my bonds, my nipples standing to attention, my whole body wanting to arch upwards into his touch. He was sparing with it, giving me only enough to keep me panting for more. If he wasn’t careful, he would kill me.
I heard something mechanical turn on and then he was pushing something into me. Something round that vibrated. I cried out, my pussy wet and ready, and strained against my bonds. I felt him reaching down, his breath ghosting the skin of my chest and then something warm and wet licking a stripe between my breasts, right up to my shoulders before biting down.
“Please, please, please, please,” I murmured over and over not even knowing what I was saying or asking for. Romano began to nibble my ear, hot breath making my skin break out in goose bumps as he blew it into my ear.
“Fuck!” It was a whispered scream and I heard him chuckle fondly. The vibrator he had put in me increased in intensity and I knew he had a controller in hand. “I’m going to die,” I predicted breathlessly and he just laughed.
I could feel his flesh on mine, and I knew he’s naked. He pushed aside my teddy so he could get to my nipple, enveloping it in his hot mouth and suckling like a baby while increasing the intensity of vibrations in my pussy. My imminent death was something I was ready to embrace but not before I’d felt him inside me.
“Romano!” I begged.
In the present time, I thrust my finger inside my pussy, wanting to feel at least an echo of that emotion. I rub my clit frantically, legs bent at the knees, calling out his name.
He pulled out the vibrator, kissing me passionately on the lips as he slid into me, my body so soft and eager that it welcomed his wide easily. He swiveled his hips, thrusting deeper into me as I lay there helpless beneath him. He pistoned his hips as I egged him on.
“Please, Oh God, yes! Yes!”
He got up on his hands, our bodies only touching at the groin as he fucked me into the mattress, his thrusts ruthlessly slamming into me again and again. I threw my head back, managing to arch my back, my legs already spread as wide as they could go and give him room to work. I could feel him pounding against my organs, pushing them further and further up my body until I was convinced I would taste his sperm in my throat when he came.
I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
I straighten my legs in the loneliness of my room, my measly finger not enough to mimic the perfect invasion of my body that took place that night – even though I am trying my best. The utter surrender that happened when I gave my body over to him and he demolished it, leaving behind a mass of quivering cells, sparking now and then with disbelief at the thoroughness of their own conquering, was unrepeatable.
But then, just the thought of my remembered orgasm has me coming, my body jerking and closing in on itself, even as my inner muscles milk the air, looking for dick that isn’t there.
I miss Romano desperately.
It’s ridiculous because we went two years seeing each other maybe once every two weeks, and in that time, there wasn’t much talking. Still, we got to know each other through the scene, and we came to trust each other.
Still, at the time, while I looked forward to seeing him of course, there wasn’t this pit of emptiness in me, caused by his absence. Now it’s as if I can’t breathe properly because he’s not here.
