by Amy Valenti
But with that, he was gone again from the bed, and I felt his absence from every part of me. I wanted him back. His warmth. I started shifting when there was that sudden word. “Stop.”
And I obeyed, because I needed him more than anything.
“Good girl,” he responded, and there was the soft padding of his feet as he walked away. Where was he going? I whimpered, but it was muted by the panties. I coiled them in my mouth, trying to swallow my excess saliva.
I’d already cum, but my body still wasn’t relieved. It wanted so much more, and I fought the urge to squirm. Every movement was announced, and I couldn’t shift, even if he wasn’t near. He’d be able to hear, know I disobeyed, and then he wouldn’t… He wouldn’t fuck my pussy with his tongue.
Even thinking the words made me blush, but I’d never wanted anything more in my life. How had he so quickly rendered me from a boring college student into being such a needy sex kitten?
My ears strained, but there was nothing. Not a single sound, and it was so hard to stay still. But I wouldn’t let myself shift, even as my arms began to ache. I could be a good girl. I could do it for him. For that.
I started counting in my head, trying to figure out how much time had passed, but it was impossible to even do that. I kept getting distracted with thoughts of all the things he could do to me, how vulnerable I was to him.
I fantasized of him returning, of his mouth on my sex, licking me with such passion before finally he couldn’t contain it any longer. He would read my mind, know what I want and a finger would press in, touching me in such an expert manner, warming me up for him. We’d both know what was happening, and when finally his cock would press into me, there’d be nothing that anyone could do to stop both of us.
A moan escaped my lips, bringing me back into the present, into the absence of his touch, and then I heard his exhale. I looked to my left, but of course all I saw was the darkness of the blindfold, and I whimpered in protest before his fingers went to my mouth, touching my lips. It was such a sensual motion, swiping over my face before his mouth met mine.
It was a chaste kiss, my mouth still filled with my own panties, but my nipples ached and my clit throbbed with such a gentle bit of tenderness. His fingers went behind my ear, stroking at the sensitive flesh and leaned into it.
And then his fingers were prodding my mouth open, removing those panties again. My throat felt so dry and I quickly moistened it, swallowing desperately.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, and his thumb stroked over my throat.
“You’re incredibly bad at remembering who I am,” he whispered into my ear, and I felt moisture in my eyes. What had he done to me?
“Master, Master, Master!” I pleaded so desperately, my voice filled with such strain and need. “Please, please don’t stop.”
“Little precious, why would you think I’d be stopping?”
I was frantic as I spoke, my words so hurried.
“You took out my panties,” I paused, “Master, please.”
I could almost feel his smile, the way he was looking down on my. He had all the control. No matter what I said, no matter how I begged him, the final decision was always going to be his, and even as the thought excited me, it tortured me as well.
His fingers ran down my body, resting atop my breast and gently cupping it.
“What do you want me to do, then?” he asked, and he had to know how embarrassing it was for me to have to reply to him, to have to answer him, but I did it.
I said the first thing I thought of.
“Pinch?” I whispered, and when he did just that, I could have sang with joy. It was such an intense feeling, and I squirmed wickedly beneath him.
“What do you say?” he asked, and pinched harder, tugging the nipple further from my body, making my breast taut and fill with tender need.
“Master,” I gasped, the pleasure making my head go fuzzy again and he removed his hand, slapping the flesh of my breast with the back of his hand. It was such a jolt and my eyes flew open to darkness.
“Wrong.”
Another quick, sudden slap that brought tears to my eyes, not because it hurt, but because of the shock.
“Thank you, Master,” he urged me, and I repeated it after him so quickly.
He pinched my nipple again, lightly played with it, teasing it to such a state of stiffness and it was all I could do not to shout, “Harder!”
God, what was he doing to me? Why was he making me shout such filthy, dirty things to him?
But when he obliged me, all my concerns were thrown out the window, his grasp so powerful as he teased my nipple with such roughness. I’d never been touched like this before, but I knew I wanted more. So much more.
He still had all the control over me, but the little bit of power he’d given me quickly filled my head and I squirmed with such desire.
“More,” I whispered, but his hand threatened to leave, and I added on, “Master!”
It almost felt like he’d bruise me, but it was such an intense feeling, and it wasn’t bad. Not at all what I’d expected, that firm pressure, the way all of my nerve endings felt so alive. He stayed almost still, but as I got used to one level of pain, he’d heighten it, making me gasp before getting used to it.
My pussy throbbed, my head filled with such lewd thought and then his hand left my teat and I wondered if I’d done something wrong. His fingers trailed to my mouth again, over my lips, and then there were those dark, rich words.
“Tell me what you really want, little girl.”
I just spit it out. “You, Master!”
His fingertips caressed over me, up over my arms before he undid one binding, unhooking me from the bed. Had I done something wrong again? I was so careful, so hopeful, but then he walked down to my feet, unclasping those too, then at last, my final wrist. I stayed perfectly still, though, my limbs still spread as I waited.
A long time passed like that before he finally said, “Roll over,” and I obeyed that, too. I didn’t know what to expect, but then he was binding me again, my tortured nipples still so hard as they pressed into the mattress. I didn’t speak, though. I was too afraid of ruining whatever he’d hoped to achieve, but as he sat down and brought his hand to my spine, I arched like a cat, wanting his touch.
It travelled lower, down over the seam of my ass before finally, blissfully glancing against my inner lips and making me moan so loud. My legs were still spread so crassly, my vulva parted and exposed as the teased the entrance with the pad of his fingers before retreating.
“I don’t like girls that make me promise not to fuck them,” he said, and then his hand was gone from my body before coming down with a crack on my ass. The slap reverberated through my body and I stiffened, eyes wide and panicked beneath the blindfold, before another spank landed on the other cheek.
I didn’t have a lot of padding, and all of my nerves were on fire from his strikes. My toes curled into the bed, my body retreating into the mattress. His hand landed again and I screamed, long ago having forgotten about the party, about all the other people just outside the door.
Another crack landed, the sting so much more prominent each time his bare palm landed, each one making my push my pelvis further into the bed. The comforter had snaked its way between my thighs, though, and I felt it glance across my sex.
Oh my God.
His hand landed again and I ground against that little bit of material, feeling my clit respond with such joy.
One of his hands, though, stopped me. It snuck in beneath me, pulling me up off the mattress, and I was stuck between those two hands. One rested on my pubic bone, holding me steady as the other cracked down on my ass, the sound, the feel of it filling my body with such a delicious sensation.
Especially as his other hand shifted, his fingertips delving lower before grazing against my exposed bud, brushing it so gently but sending such a wicked thrill through me.
The next spank came quickly, and I wasn’t sure if it was him pressing int
o me, or me pressing into him, but my clit was pressed down upon, and I thought I might lose myself again. It was still too soon after last time, though, wasn’t it?
I shivered and I must have made a sound of delight because he repeated the motion, the spank and the grinding of my clit, and my response was even more pronounced.
“Did you want to cum again?” he asked and I nearly died.
“Yes,” I pleaded, my body already filled with such electricity, but this time he spanked me harder yet, but there was no pleasurable press of my bundle of nerves.
“Yes, Master! Please, oh God, please,” I pleaded, almost hysterical as his hand pressed back to my delicate nub, and his hand was brought down with another crack.
I nearly cried at the intensity of my orgasm. It was even more pronounced than with the ice, all of my body alight and tender to sensation, and I was crashing down around him, my scream filling both of our ears.
He kept spanking me, rubbing my clit, working me through how many waves of pleasure? I’d lost track, and when he finally started rubbing my sore little ass, his fingers retreating from my cunny, I didn’t know how much more I could take. But I knew he wasn’t done with me.
He’d made a promise, and as he shifted down, I knew he’d intended to fulfill it.
His hands went to my ankles, tickling over my over sensitive feet before loosening the restraint cords, urging me to shift up, presenting my ass into the air as my face was pressed into the pillows. My lower end was in the air, my torso smushed, but it didn’t matter when I felt him move onto the bed.
He lifted my lower body off the bed, both of my shins pressing into his shoulders as he guided me so that my pussy was lined up with his face.
It was an uncomfortable position, and his face was so close to my cunny, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. I would have done anything for him, gone through anything, and when he stuck out his tongue, licking over the full fleshiness of my pussy, I trembled.
“Holy God,” I gasped, and then he was lashing me with such relish. Gone were my worries about what I smelled like, what I looked like, what I tasted like. This ravenous man was eating me as if I were the finest delicacy, and that was enough to sooth my mine.
I quivered, the position almost painful and yet that pain just made me more aware of everything I felt, every little teasing lick of his tongue along my entrance was so pronounced. Every time he sucked my clit into his mouth, I swear I saw stars. I was frantic by the time he teased my insides with his tongue, a growl emitting from his mouth.
But I knew his patience was wearing thin, even then. He’d teased me for so long, teased himself for so long, and I knew what he wanted. I knew what I wanted.
Still, his tongue lashed against me, sucking my inner labia, teasing my entire body. He wasn’t looking to get me off, no. He wanted something more than that.
He wanted me to truly feel his mouth on me. He wanted me to know he was tasting me, enjoying me. He wanted me to burn with need so that I’d beg for him, so that I’d take back what I’d said.
The only thing that had held be back was my shame, but every second with him whittled that away, making me more and more into his toy. His little sex slave that didn’t know how to say no, to deny herself anything any longer.
But it was hard to talk as his tongue worked against my body in such an intense and expert manner.
I knew I had to find my words. I had to plead with him to take me, but his tongue worked up further, teasing the area between my pussy and my ass, and I thought I was going to lose it. It was too much, and I screamed, “Please just fuck me, Master!”
His motions stilled, one of his hands trailing along my tender, red backside as he licked my clit once more before slowly removing both of my shins from his shoulders, gingerly letting me down.
I was so scared he wouldn’t, but almost instantly I felt hard cockflesh press against my swollen, soaking pussy. He took that hard shaft away, though, when I tried to push back into him, and brought his hand to my ass with another crack.
“Bad,” he said
Already I was whimpering a, “Sorry, Master!” I righted myself, staying in position so still, but as he teased his cock over my pussy, I thought I was going to die. It felt so good, and I couldn’t help but push back against him again, another smack stinging my ass almost instantly before he brought his full hand to my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and teasing his cock higher, until the tip was pressed to the most hidden part of me.
“If you press back again,” he growled, and I knew what would happen.
Part of me wanted it to. I felt my own pussy juices coating the entrance to my ass as he ground it there for a moment, and my breath caught in my throat.
But as I stilled, his cock trailed back down to my pussy, over my sex, and I felt how big he really was. It was a teasing and very intentional grind as his thumb pressed against my ass as a threat to stay still.
I was quivering like a frightened animal, but when he brought the head of his cock to my pussy, and rubbed that throbbing flesh against me, I stilled.
“Push back,” he invited, but I knew what would happen.
What I wanted to happen.
I was going to make him fuck me, fill me so desperately.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I let my hips rock back, even as I felt his thumb caress my back entrance. His cock filled me so quickly, though, his pelvis thrusting in, hips grinding against my ass as his thumb teased me, his other hand reaching around to touch my clit.
So many sensations filled me and I was left a quivering mess, grinding against him, begging for more like a wanton slut as I shimmied and moaned. He stayed hilted so deep within me, just encouraging my over eager grinding as I gasped and groaned.
He was perfect. Everything about him. Everything about this.
When he finally began thrusting, it was with slow and precise motions, circling my clit with the same attentiveness as early, even as I heard him start moaning behind me.
His heavy sac slapped against the both of us with each powerful thrust, his motions becoming less restrained, less controlled the longer he fucked me. I wasn’t even sure if I came again. I wasn’t sure if I’d stopped cumming. Jolts of pleasure kept going up and down my spine, swirling and spinning in me like a vortex threatening to take me down.
He could have gotten me to do anything at that moment, and I would have obliged out of blind lust and passion for this man who knew my body so well. I’d had sex before, but this was the first time I ever felt I’d been intimate with another person, and the connection we had couldn’t be faked. It couldn’t be traded for or bartered away. It was real, and when I heard him grunt above me, thrusting in even deeper, I knew he felt it too.
He had to.
His balls tightened against him as he thrust into me once more before that powerful need overtook him and a growl escaped his throat as he came deep within me.
I whimpered as he did, taking him in so deep, and my little bells jangled as I struggled against him. He wouldn’t let me escape, though, grinding against me, making me feel every last jolt that ran through him, his powerful orgasm rocking us both before it finally subsided.
He didn’t pull out right away, instead staying within me, his hips rotating as his fingers touched against my thigh as he grabbed something off the bed. When that buzzing started, I knew there was nothing else that made that sound, and when the intense vibrations touched against my clit, I almost lost my mind.
The little vibrator was strong, and I was already so desperately sensitive, on the brink of insanity. But he didn’t let me shy away from the sensation. No, he kept his cock lodged in me, pulling me close as he sent me over the brink on more time with his toy, my pussy throbbing around him, milking him of every last drop. He was hyper sensitive too, and the moans and sounds he made only sent me higher as my body jerked and rocked against his strong hold.
When finally he let it drop back to the bed, grasping the condom as he pulled out of me, I slumped back to the be
d, utterly spent. It was a few moments before his fingers were in my hand, undoing the blindfold, and I was surprised to find him clothed again.
Gingerly he went to each of my wrists, delicately undoing the restraints and removing the leather bindings from me. He brought a warm cloth from the bathroom, rubbing the soft material over my sex, the sensation so tender and sweet as I gasped against it, and then he was wrapping me in his arms, hugging me to his clothed chest, brushing the hair from my face.
Our mouths entangled and I pressed into him with a desire I’d never felt before. I lost track of how long we made out, but eventually we drifted into sweet, blissful slumber, both of us entirely spent.
~~
When I awoke the next morning, or what I assumed to be the next morning, it was with two strong arms around my body, hugging me into Daniel’s hard, sexy form. I would have thought it had all been a dream, if not for that. Something too good to be real.
But instead, his nose nuzzled into my neck, his cock throbbing against me with his early morning erection. He wasn’t yet awake, I could tell, but his deep breathing and bodily heat were enough to make my body prickle with awareness.
I still didn’t know how this could be real, and I caught myself holding my breath, as if I were afraid to disturb him and make him leave. The night before had been one of the most exciting experiences of my life, and he’d turned me onto a craving I never knew I had before.
So what happens if he woke up and told me that this was the only time? That he’d lost interest now that I’d so easily caved and let him do whatever he wanted?
I curled my slender arm over his bulkier one, needing the warmth of his presence. If he was going to leave, and everything was going to topple down around me, I might as well enjoy this last little bit of time I had with him.
My fingers traced over the back of his hand, along his veins as I listened to his deep, relaxed breathing. The blankets were pulled up around my armpits, and I felt so comfortable. It was the best way to wake up, I was certain.
I had lost myself in thought until his low growl and a grind of his hips brought me back to reality and I smiled. Nervousness still clutched at my stomach, but how affectionate and warm he was slowly started to make that disappear.
