by Jamie Knight
For a harrowing few seconds (it feels like hours), there is nothing from the headset.
Then a crackle of life. The sound of his calm, deep breathing.
Chapter Four - Ambrose
Thinks she can tell me “no” does she? Let’s see what she does with this. I switch off the headset immediately, enjoying the instant reaction I get as I watch her panic below. The girl wears a look of surprise and shock, quickly swallowed by a look I enjoy even more. The look of regret and fear; she stands there, not knowing what to do with herself — knowing she made a big mistake.
What will you do now, my little painter? Will you stay frozen, or will you create for yourself a solution? I can’t believe I’m curious about what she’ll do. I hate to admit that I’m leaning closely into the window, thirsting after her movements and watching the micro expressions flitting across her face. Normally I don’t give a flying fuck what a woman does after she shows she can’t play well with others, but there’s something different about this one.
She seems to be coming out of her confusion and shock. Disappointment settles in, but even that is thrown off by her. It is brushed away under something I wasn’t expecting to see: determination. Raw, bright-edged hunger. Like she’s an athlete hiding in that artist’s body, she takes off at a run. She dashes through the crowd of dancers and rainbow lights.
Interesting, I think, watching this one chase down the waiter with her drink still on the serving tray. Didn’t think you had that much determination in you. I watch as she practically tackles the guy, takes back her drink, and downs it. There is nothing feminine or breakable about her movements, though she is still lithe and shapely. The moment the vodka slips down her throat, and her lips go to pull away from the small, twinkling glass, I flip back on the headphones. I watch her perk up the moment I do.
I let her hear me breathe and watch as her cheeks and eyes brightened again. They regain their focus and purpose, but I don’t say anything to her immediately. I let her drink in the sound of me a few moments more, before praising her. “Decided to play like a good girl, did you?”
She nods. I hear her lick her lips, pant and sigh. I know my voice is getting to her. It does with every woman I’ve been with, but with her, it seems to be extra alluring. The girl’s body actually drifts along with my words, almost as though I’m her puppet master.
“I’d advise you to keep me happy,” I tell her, enjoying the shiver I see run along her body, then the gasp I hear in my headphones. “What I just did, that was light. A warning. If you refuse to do as I tell you, exactly as ordered, I will have you kicked out of this club.” I pause, letting those words sink in. The serious nod I get seconds later is all the confirmation I need. “I’ve done it before, and I won’t hesitate to do it tonight. You may have caught my fancy, but that can change in the blink of one of your beautiful eyes.” Another nod, more serious. “But, I’m not all rough words and orders, miss.” I lighten my tone, soften my lips. “I can be generous. With both my time and my presence. If you behave nicely for me, I’ll reward you. Honestly this time,” I add, seeing her brow furrow. “I could give you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced in your life. I could satisfy hungers and curiosities beyond even your wildest dreams.” Her face is a beautiful thing to watch. The way it shifts and changes under the lights and under the influence of my words, it’s magic. “Tell me your name and if there is something you’re interested in?”
“I’m Karen Williams and yes,” she says, not wasting my time or hers. “I’m interested in what you have to offer me if I earn it.” Her lips purse. “But you might not want to invest all that time and generosity in me, Mr. White.”
I’m struck by her honesty, as well as the energy of doubt and defeat — shame and unworthiness — I feel in her.
“Oh?” I cross my arms, eager for her answer, “and why wouldn’t I want to do that? If I thought you were a waste of my time, I wouldn’t have given you that drink… Or that blindfold,” I say, noticing the latter of those things still clutched in her other hand. Briefly, upon mentioning it, she becomes aware of its presence too.
“I might not be able to go as far as you’re used to, Mr. White,” she says, blushing brightly. “I may not be as experienced as you need.”
“Why? Spit it out, girl,” I say, already having some clue, but wanting her to say it to me.
“I’m a virgin, Ambrose,” she says, quietly. “I’ve never been with anyone before, let alone in a place like this.”
I laugh heartily at the situation and her. “I don’t care about your lack of experience. I prefer virgins, so your fears are of no consequence, no concern to me.” I chuckle again, watching her look honestly thrown for a loop, and relieved at the same time. “What I do care for, however, is that you obey my next order, Karen. Put that blindfold on and make your way up my private rooms.”
As expected, she looks up at me with equal parts incredulity as well as fear. Of course she would. That’s exactly why I’m depriving her of her favorite sense — her vison. She’s looking at the blindfold in her hand as one might look at a blade. “But if I wear this, how can I find… How can I even begin to make my way…”
“That’s not making me happy,” I tell her. “Put the blindfold on now and do as I say, or the very next thing you will see will be the outside of this club.”
Reluctantly, fearfully, she obeys my command. She slips the blindfold on over her short, bright strands of hair, fitting the black material snugly over her eyes. And that moment I see her like that — blindfolded and helpless to the rest of the club — she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t help myself. I reach down into my pants, grab my cock and start stroking myself.
The way her lips are gently parted, the way her head is ever so slightly tilted, waiting for me and my instructions, that’s hot. I imagine those pouty lips sucking on me, obeying every word I say, all while she has to experience through textures, taste and smell.
I watch as she begins her journey toward me. The last spot she remembers seeing anything to do with my private upstairs rooms, and the results are as immediately entertaining as they are sexy. Blindfold securely on, my lady of the evening begins to stumble around. She uses her fingers and hands as guide tools. She bumps and stumbles into people, platters of food, and stages.
It happens over and over again, and each time it happens, it’s even more delightful than the last. She looks even more flustered and frustrated, which only adds to her sex appeal. The color it gives her cheeks and lips, the tension it gives her body, those are beyond delectable. I’m still stroking my cock as I watched her, getting glimpses of her ass and thighs as she trips, stumbles, and falls over altogether a few times. Those flashes of skin have me already hard and throbbing in my hand.
I sigh into the microphone, deciding I’m going to give her a little help, a little direction, though I don’t save her entirely. I allow her to bump into a few more people and things on the way. I get to enjoy whimpers and moans as she does. But finally, I feel sorrier for her than anything, and radio to have the waiter help her up to me.
As it is, my cock is ready for her. If I prolong this dance of ours for much longer, I might go before I’ve really had what I want: her all to myself. Karen’s mouth on me while she sucks me off until I come.
I have the waiter leave my sightless beauty on her own just in front of my doorstep. I wait until the waiter is down on the ground floor again before inviting her in. I do so with my own voice this time, not through any headset. Karen obeys, easily finding her way to the doorknob to turn it. As the door comes open, I get another view of her body. The sweaty, pink glow to her form underneath her black, sheer nylon fabric.
“Come in and shut the door behind you,” I say, watching as she does so quickly and efficiently. “Take the earphones off, but not the blindfold.” I give her this other order, reminding her how she has to keep me happy, or else get kicked out.
She nods again, and carefully removes
the headset. I let her set it on the floor anywhere, stroking my cock more now that she’s here. I’d stopped doing so while I waited for her, but now that she’s here, I want her to appreciate the work I’m putting in. I rub hard and strong, adding spit to my hand, so she can hear it and linger on it.
“Get undressed.”
Wordlessly, she complies with my demand. She goes from top to bottom, carefully and quickly removing each clothing item. The first thing I get to enjoy are her perky firm breasts. Her nipples, already standing at attention, even after only a few seconds of being in the open air. The next thing I savor are her thighs, her curvy hips and legs. Then her clean-shaven pussy, as she strips off her skirt and frilly panties. Her shoes and thigh-high nylons come off last, and by this time, I’m rubbing my dick hard and fast. Again, to make sure she hears.
Just thinking about the question I’m going to ask her next, that makes my shaft swell. My balls clench. “Good girl. Now. Tell me” — more stroking and gripping, just so she hears the slide and swish of flesh against flesh — “what do you hear?”
I watch her listening. I see her lean side to side and strain from underneath the blindfold. I feel myself go harder, watching her mouth open in a slight gasp. “Skin against skin,” she says breathlessly.
I shuffle up toward her, giving her my next order. “Hold your hand out.” She does, and I thrust my cock between her fingers. “Now. Tell me what you feel.”
Chapter Five - Karen
Tell me what you feel — that new command from my mysterious master rings in my ears as he thrusts something warm and heavy in my hand. With the blindfold on, I can’t see what it is. I quickly move my fingers up and down it, realizing it’s his cock. It’s huge and thick. Silky and slightly damp with precum. I can tell by the slick feeling of his skin. I’ve never touched a hard dick before and the mix of the softness of his skin and the firmness of the shaft excites me more. My pussy begins to ache with longing. The dick in my hand shudders and presses against my fingers. It urges them to curl around it and I run my fingers down its length.
I gasp finally feeling the base of his long, hard cock. It’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen, even in porn, and I know this without ever truly seeing it! Even having no sight, I can just picture its perfection and its sexiness. As I move my fingers and hands around the base to feel and cup his thick, heavy balls, I have to resist every urge I have to undo the blindfold.
Especially with Ambrose praising me. He is sighing and groaning with pleasure under every touch I give him, every exploratory stroke. “You touch just about as well as you dance,” he tells me, and I’m spurned on by the deep, bewitching resonance in his voice. If I thought it was sexy over the headset, it’s beyond that in real life. “I’m definitely going to have to reward you properly after all this.”
I continue my exploration and pleasuring of Ambrose, returning my hand to his shaft and dickhead, giving rhythmic, gentle attention. I really, really want to take the stupid blindfold off! I really want to see how sexy this man is. He sounds and feels like a beast of a man! Like someone I could just melt all over, but I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t want to lose out on more time with him. Under these thoughts, I continue to stroke and brush him, feeling sweet stickiness on my fingers.
I’m beginning to smell him — a rich, intoxicating musk mixed with expensive cologne. Something animal and refined at the same time, though I don’t say anything. I just keep up my work on him, hoping for his praise. I want my eventual reward, which I’m hoping is a glimpse at his face. Maybe if I keep him happy, if I do exactly what he asks, I’ll get to see him. I really hope I do. That face of his, it must be a work of art. And even if it isn’t, I will turn it into one. If I take nothing else from tonight, it must be that. A glimpse at his face, a painting in the making.
“You’ve earned yourself more than just a touch of me,” says Ambrose, pushing me down onto my knees. It’s a light, commanding gesture. One I don’t fight, immediately finding comfort and stability on my knees. “You’ve earned a taste,” he adds, putting his hand on the back of my head and gently pushing forward. Almost instantaneously, I feel his cock glide into my mouth. It slips in between my barely open lips, like a lollipop I’ve been dying to suck. I don’t fight as his cock plunges further in, taking up more of my mouth. It eats up the air and the spare space. My tongue curls back and around, immediately making room for his girth. “Enjoy it. Savor it.”
I moan obediently and let him use my mouth however he wants. He wastes no time in beginning to pump his length and girth in and out of my lips, along my cheeks and jaw. He moves quickly and boldly, making me hear and feel each stretch of my skin. Each splash of my saliva, he forces me to savor. I get surrounded by the sounds like I’m engrossed in a movie.
I love the noises and the feelings that overwhelm me. Without my sight, everything feels brighter, thicker, juicier and sweeter to me. As I enjoy the feeling of him pounding in and out of my mouth, practically brushing my tongue and throat with his cock, I relish in the blackness. I’m glad I can’t see it for what it is. I wouldn’t be able to taste things as deeply as I am. I wouldn’t be able to feel my hunger and my saliva as it gathers and swirls.
Gladly, I take him as deep as I can go. I let his cock choke me of air and dignity, drinking in as many details as I can. I feel him as clearly as I’ve ever seen anything. Even if I never got to see what he actually looked like, I’d be able to paint him. I’d be able to draw his cock down to the very last vein, the very last ridge. My tongue and mouth are so much more sensitive and detail oriented than my eyes.
But my biggest surprise comes as he continues to fuck my throat, bury himself into a barely-suppressed gag — he brings his hands and fingers down to my breasts. He begins to slap and fondle them, pinch and roll my nipples along the palm of his hand, as he continues to plunge into my throat. This attention to my breasts is exciting and makes me suck on him even more. I expand my throat for him, even though I didn’t think that was possible.
Each pinch and squeeze to my nipples, that’s in the new splash of vibrant, dripping color into my mind’s eye. My hips shiver, and my clit clenches. My belly trembles, and as do the walls of my abdomen, with excitement; the sensitivity in just the smallest of his touches, it’s like he’s the lightning and I’m the rod.
My nipples are hard and puffy underneath Ambrose’s fingers. My breasts feel fuller and heavier than they should, but that’s nothing compared to the new tastes and textures I have in my mouth. I taste sweetness and musk. The same sweetness and musk I smelled, it now coats my tongue and the roof of my mouth like an invisible, inexhaustible sugar. The moment I think this, I feel his shaft heave, his head stiffen and release.
Before my mind can wrap around anything that’s happening, my body is already responding. My lips tighten, my throat begins to draw the fluid spilling across my tongue down. I’m drinking him in, spray after spray, shot after shot. I don’t even realize it’s his cum until he says that’s what it is.
“It’s obvious you’ve been enjoying what you’ve felt and tasted. Now drink it all. Every last drop,” he barks hotly, continuing to unload himself in me. Hot and sticky, his cum coats my throat and cheeks in warm, naughty strokes.
Ambrose has me caught. While I wouldn’t have thought I would ever enjoy the taste of cum, I relish it. I taste it the same way I would have tasted frosting — with reckless abandon. It’s no trouble, no pain or suffering to imbibe him. I spill nothing. I even go so far as to clean him off, and that’s when he helps me to my feet.
He guides me into standing again, phrases me, and gently pushes me forward. His touch gives me reassurance through a hand placed on the middle of my back. “You’ve earned your reward,” he says. “Put your hands out and get in position and get ready to have your mind blown. Your world shaken to its core.”
A soft bed comes under my hands first. Pillows, comforter and the mattress, each slide under my fingers one after the other, and I quic
kly take the hint and begin to climb. I crawl my way onto the body of the mattress, though my eyes are still blindfolded. I’m not afraid by the darkness anymore; just excited and happy. Curious about what reward I’ve earned.
“Stop there,” he murmurs, and I do, propped on my hands and knees with my butt pointed towards him. I stop cold not wanting any of my reward to be forfeit. “Your only job now is to tell me what you feel. Describe it to me.” Right after, I hear him moving around me. I hear him digging around for something, and then silence. Until I feel the brush of a feather on me. The whisper of soft, tickling fibers on my ass. “What do you feel?” The way he asks this, I know he’s impatient. Excited for what I have to say.
“I feel something soft… Feathery on my ass,” I say, trying to think of more ways to describe it. Some more artful phrase, but my mind is beginning to numb under the sensation. “It feels alive.”
He gives a satisfied hum then a slap on my ass by something hard and small. Not quite a whip, but not quite his hand. It stings and sparks along my skin, pulling a squeal from my lips. “And that?” A lump floats up my throat, but not out of pain. Out of pleasure, an unexpected breathlessness.
“A hard slap. A spank with something,” I say, wishing I could be more descriptive. More artful. I should be, considering I create art pieces on a daily basis, but it’s so much harder to describe sensations. Especially ones I never thought I would feel.
I sense him moving. I hear him climbing on the bed, and feel the mattress and sheets bow under his weight. I smell his cologne, the perfume of his musk as he comes close to me. I feel his breath on the back of my thighs, creeping up towards my ass. Settling in on my pussy, I feel warmth and wetness. Slick, bendable flesh, that I realize is his tongue. It tickles along my lower lips, the inside of my ass cheeks, before dipping toward the opening of my pussy.
