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“We’re not done yet,” Jeremy says, and he holds up a finger. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” he says, turning to go up the stairs. I open and close my eyes a few times and let my heart rate attempt to get back to normal, but it is no use. When I see Jeremy return, he’s not empty handed. He grabs a chair and places me in it like I’m more of an object than a person, I’m so light for him to lift and then to bind. He’s got handcuffs, and some other things I didn’t quite catch sight of when Jeremy carried me off to the chair.
The cold steel from the handcuffs that are holding my wrists to the arm of the chair is biting into my skin but it doesn’t bother me…it excitesme.
Jeremy has his back to me right now so I can only imagine what other toys we are playing with. I have a perfect view of Carter's bloody corpse from the way the chair is angled. I can look right into his lifeless eyes. I can't help but smile; I am still wearing that smile when Jeremy turns around and starts to walk back over to me. In his hand, I can see a dildo and a blindfold. My thoughts of what he is about to do excite me to noend.
He leans over me as I wiggle and writhe in my seat, my eyes dancing with a lustful passion that only he understands and knows how to satisfy. I arch my back as he slides the blindfold down over my eyes and watch as everything goes dark in front of me. I listen as he moves around the back of the chair, throwing his arms over my shoulders. I can feel that head of the dildo resting on my stomach and I gladly part my thighs and let some of the trapped heat and wetness that he’s building inside me escape. I know he can feel it as he moves closer to my lips. His mouth rests on my neck as he starts to plant kisses onit.
When his mouth leaves me, I shiver, wanting so much more of him. I feel him start to slide the dildo inside of me, filling me and stretching me because it is just as huge as he is. The faster he pumps, the less I can contain my breathing. I’m lost in a flurry of lust, and I don’t even realize how hard I am straining against the handcuffs until I feel him undo them. When he does, he pulls me down and rams his cock right up myass.
“Jeremy!” I cryout.
“Yes, Carrie?” I can hear the amusement in his voice at my reaction.
“Mmm, so…full,” I manage to moan out. He’s holding me over him and pulling me down on his cock, impaling my ass so completely while the dildo keeps my pussy full to the hilt aswell.
The blindfold adds an interesting dimension to this sensation. It is almost like I feel everything more intensely and I just don’t want this tostop.
Not that Jeremy feels like he’s slowing down. He’s slamming harder and harder into me and I can hear our skin slapping together. Feel how wet my pussy is. I am aching for release and as full as I am, I’m already trembling with arousal. I don’t have much more room inside me for the sheer pressure building up inside me and I don’t even realize the whimpering sound I hear is me until I feel the flood of heat rushing through me. I’m squirting, the pressure built up inside me releasing as I spraycum.
Jeremy’s hands squeeze my breasts before pulling up the blindfold and letting me see just how much cum my pussy is producing. He pulls out the dildo and drops it to the floor, pulling his cock out to slam into my pussy. I’m on all fours, his cock slammed inside of me, as I feel his cock shoot hot jets of cum inside me. We’re a sticky, filthy mess of sex for a long time, shuddering together with the post-orgasm, post-kill haze, and I want to stay in our mess forever, but eventually we have to clean up this mess, and ourselves.
But something has changed between us. Something very good. I needed to be able to share this moment with him…not just the kill, but the fucking. The sex after only made it more clear to me that we need each other on levels that only the other understands. I have this excited feeling about my life, and my future, that I’ve never had before. I have…hope. That’s a powerful thing. I can’t help but hold Jeremy’s hand or look at him adoringly as we clean up the basement, and each other. It may not be everyone’s idea of bonding, but I feel how Jeremy and I are two halves of a very dark whole together.
