by Hilary Storm
“I want you to use your other senses. You’re always watching me. It’s time you hear me. . . Smell me. . . Taste me. . . Feel me.” She pauses between each word as she climbs onto the bed and straddles my waist. Fuck yes. It’s fucking time I do all of that. She rubs my dick with her fingertips, pushing it against my stomach as she sits down. My cock is fighting against her weight to stand the fuck up, but she’s holding it down with her pussy. I’ll consider this a win.
“You ready?”
“Take off your top first.”
“Why do you think you get to call the shots here?”
“It’s not like I haven’t seen them.”
“I know you have.”
“So just give me this. It’s a new angle for me to see, one I’ve been waiting for.” She reaches behind her back and releases the leather straps holding the lace over her tits. The way they move as she does is this so fucking exactly like I thought it would be. Fucking ridiculously perfect. Kudos to that surgeon. I owe him big time for this view.
As she positions herself again, her hair falls over her shoulder. My urge to move that hair causes me to pull against the right wrist restraint. Damn it to hell. This does not count as our time together; there will be another time when I’m not fucking strapped down.
“If you want me to stop, just say the word.” She leans over and places the tie over my eyes and ties it behind my head.
“You’re always in control. Tonight its time that is taken from you.” She leans to my right and I hear the box sliding across the sheet until its closer.
“Let’s start with taste.” The feeling of something dripping on my lips surprises me. I let my tongue search out the flavor and I’m met with her lips against mine. So soft, so full. She uses her tongue to lick some of the sweetness from mine. Honey. It’s perfectly sticky and sweet as she continues to kiss me long after it’s all gone. Her tits against my chest are where my mind keeps slipping. My wrists will have marks on them for sure with all the times I’ve tried to move to reach her.
She sits up and I hear her pull something else out of the box.
What in the fuck? Lemon. I wasn’t ready for that shit.
I can feel her wetness on my cock as she grinds forward on me to kiss off the sour taste on my lips.
That taste lingers well beyond her kiss. I’m just going to say that shit is potent when you’re not prepared for it. I’m not a fan, but if it keeps her on my dick, I’ll suck a lemon the whole time.
Her hips begin to slide slowly forward, then back. The tip of my dick gets so close and I’m trying with everything inside me to snake that fucker right where he needs to go, but no such luck. Her trail of wetness makes it even better.
She moves off of me, leaving me very exposed and vulnerable to her next move. I listen hard, trying to keep in my mind where she is. She doesn’t move far before she climbs back on. “I made you taste, now it’s time to touch.” Rubbing my dick a few extra times before she slides a condom on me has my heart beating as fucking hard as I anticipate what should be next.
Sure enough, she uses my chest to steady herself as she walks her way down my cock in the slowest possible rotation one could fathom. God, I can’t wait to fuck her right.
Her inhale as she takes me in makes me proud. The sounds of her breath as she works her way down are filled with appreciation.
“So……..Big.” She’s struggling with her words, so I make it even more difficult by shifting my hips forward. Her grip on my chest tightens, so I pull back even though I want to continue like the horny fucker I am.
“Stop….Jake.” Her words come out breathy and so much deeper than normal. She works my dick all the way in, then sits up straight again, straddling me. This time is better because I’m finally inside her.
“Stop and feel.” Oh, I feel. I feel you clinching my dick as you try to adjust to my invasion.
Just as I feel proud of the fact that my dick is fucking filling her beyond her belief, I feel the burn.
“WHAT IN THE FUCK! DAMN IT!”
“Calm down, Jake. Feel It.” I feel my dick retracting, practically crawling back inside myself. The burn is so fucking intense, I pull my right leg, snapping the strap apart and move to do the left, but she stops me.
“Trust me. Here, I’ll let you watch this part.” She slides the tie to my forehead and I see her holding the same candle she lit previously. Fucking hot wax is running in the ridges of my abs as I try to inhale, hoping to somehow fucking cool it magically.
My attention is pulled to her nipples dripping with wax.
“Watch, I’ll pour less this time.” I tuck my right leg closer to my body. If she gets fucking crazy with this, I won’t think twice about wrapping her up in a headlock to save my dick from leaving me all together. She starts to pour the wax slowly on her left breast. I watch the wax trail a path down to her nipple before it drips on my stomach. The burn doesn’t seem so bad this time as I anticipate when the next drip will fall.
She’s so fucking intense and somehow this makes me ok with the heat of the wax. Watching the expression on her face shows me she’s loving every moment of this, almost to the point of orgasm with each trail. My dick begins to come back to the party and I can feel that the condom isn’t right. She moves and pulls it off, tossing it in her box before she lowers her mouth onto it. She uses her gorgeous dick sucking lips to cause the perfect suction on my cock, bringing it back to life in its entirety as she moves her mouth up and down the full length.
She stops just when I’m getting ready to tell her to pull back. There’s no fucking way I’m letting my first load go in her mouth. I’d be so pissed about that shit.
She reaches in the box for another condom and slides it down me, giving a small squeeze to my balls before she climbs back on. She peels the wax off her tits and my stomach, exposing red marks where our skin was burned.
“Let’s do this one more time.”
I focus on her tits and welcome the burn this time as it hits me in the same spot it previously did. My dick doesn’t run and hide, but instead enjoys this.
She slowly rides me at a pace I could never finish, but that’s ok. I’m enjoying the show. Her face as she drips the wax again does it for me. Fuck. She’s going to be so fucking sexy during an orgasm, and I plan to give her many at this rate.
“Oh, Jake. How will I make it through this night?” She’s enjoying the D. Rocking back and forth, up and down… Like she’s giving it a test drive to make sure it doesn’t break again.
“You’re gonna feel it for days.” Her smile shows she approves and that makes me so fucking happy.
“Fuck yes, I will.” She switches gears and starts to pull the wax off of us again. I just watch and appreciate her.
“That was heat, let’s see how you handle the cold.” Fuck. My dick needs to listen to me right now. Focus on her tits, not on whatever ice pack shit she slaps on me. Focus on the tits.
I hear her open something, then watch her pull out a red Popsicle. She unwraps it and its one of those bullet shaped ones that should be outlawed. She puts her lips around it, sucking so that her cheeks go inward and I watch every move she makes. I think I’m gonna love cold.
She slides it out of her mouth, then runs it over my lips, letting me get a slight taste from the wetness she left behind.
My tongue is still running over my lips when she continues dragging the frozen ice down my chest, running over each nipple multiple times. She starts to move her hips again simultaneously with her movements of the Popsicle.
Forward…. It glides up my stomach and over my chest, then back down when she slides back again. She puts it back in her mouth for a few moments and I watch her lips work it just like she just sucked my dick. Fuck me, this cold shit is fucking hot.
Once she licks the stick clean, she moves to lick the cherry stickiness off of me. Her tongue explores every ridge of my chest and stomach. Its moments like these I’m glad I’m such a beast in the gym. I can just sit back and let her enjoy all my
hard work.
“How did you like that one?”
“That one I can handle.” She lifts off of me and pulls the strap off of my left leg.
“Yeah, sorry about that other one.” She looks over but doesn’t seem too worried about it being broken. She removes each of my wrist straps and I begin to think we’re finished here.
“Stand for me.” She pulls the rope I picked out earlier. “Arms behind your back.”
I follow her demands; I mean, it hasn’t been too bad so far. I’m fucking intrigued about where this is headed. She wraps my wrist and begins to tie some fucking weird ass knot. Once she finishes and turns to walk away, I use my strength to see how tight this fucking bondage is. Yeah, fuck she knows her knots. I’m not getting out of this shit without help.
She returns, walking in front of me with that fucking wooden box, lid closed and hiding all of its fucking secrets inside.
“It’s time for smell.” Oh, hell yes. I mean, how bad could smell be? This should be a breeze.
“Blindfold goes back on.” She reaches up and slides it over my eyes. She takes my arm and leads me a few steps.
“Get on your knees.” Fuck yes, I will. I can hear her snap open a lid to something just as my knees land on the carpet.
“It says cherry, do you like cherries?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll let you have a special treat if you can find the cherry. Just stay on your knees while you search.”
What in the fuck am I, a dog sniffing out a piece of ass now?
I inhale, hoping it will be that easy. Fuck no. I can hear her behind me. She’s sitting on the bed. I used my fucking hearing to get that information, since I can’t fucking see shit.
I’m hoping to fuck this cherry scent is her, so that’s where I’m headed. I edge my way closer and get a hint of cherry smell as I get near. It must be some flavored shit from the store…that or some sort of candy.
I lean my nose forward and come in contact with her skin. Just feeling with my nose and mouth, I can’t fucking tell where I’m at on her body. I sit back and try to figure out which way to get to the cherry scent.
A sharp inhale and I turn my head right just a little, finding the source of that cherry scent. Sticking my lips a little closer I can tell right away, this cherry scent is her fucking pussy. How much better can this night get? Holy fuck.
This I can do without hands. This I can do all fucking night and into tomorrow. Sticking out my tongue, I give her an introduction to what she’s in for. Her hand on my bald head, guiding me into exactly the right angle only helps me get that first lick nailed perfectly.
“Oh Fuckkkkkkkkkk.” Yeah that was her. I lean in further, this time pulling on her clit with my teeth. She moans her appreciation and I make it my mission to get every bit of cherry flavoring off of her. It’s some sort of sugar syrup. Not that I’m complaining.
I spend time flicking her clit, then sucking on it before licking her completely with a few long slow strides of my tongue.
She’s gripping my head with her hand while her legs are wrapped around it, squeezing tight. I continue to work her until she gives me her very first orgasm with me. I’m slightly disappointed I missed watching her as she screamed and rode my face. Shit, I didn’t even give her the full beard treatment. I guess that’s something for next time.
I begin kissing the inner parts of her thighs as she comes down from her intensity.
“Fuck, Jake.” I just keep my mouth shut and wait for what’s next, because that should be me.
“Let me up, I can’t wait any longer. It’s time to fast forward. Here, help me.” She pulls off the blindfold and bends over to untie my hands.
“There’s a long board under my bed, we need it.” I reach under there and slide out a four by eight double stacked section of lumber. With motherfucking straps attached to each end of both pieces. God damned restraints.
It’s bolted in the center and I watch her slide the two pieces so that they make an ‘X’ pattern.
“This connects to the frame between the two posts at the end of my bed.” I don’t waste any fucking time bolting that fucker into position. It’s go time. My dick is ready. I’m ready. And if she isn’t, I’ll tie her ass up and pleasure torture her until she is. Thank god this fucker doesn’t spread between the posts though.
She stands on the bed and tells me where to stand. Basically bare ass against this fucking wood.
“Give me your wrist.” I oblige, I mean, really I’m just ready to get balls deep into her and finish this right. I don’t even make her ask for the other arm.
She gets on the floor to strap in my ankles and I’m officially back into this fucking position of being tied the fuck up and depending on her every move to make this happen.
“Now it’s time to listen.” She comes face to face with me, tits to chest, as she reaches up to cover my eyes again. She ties it tighter this time.
She leaves me again. Exposed for the world to see me, I’m glad I don’t give two fucks if the world sees me like this, about to get some pussy.
Suddenly, I hear the slaps of leather as she moves near.
“Will this be more touching, Jake? Or do you only want to listen?” Is this a trick question? Do I want to be hit with strips of leather or do I want to listen to her do it to herself. Will this mean any other sounds will be from afar also? Fuck. I like touch. I mean, how do you fuck without touching? I hope I don’t regret this shit.
“I’ll take touching you any day.” She pauses striking whatever she was hitting for a few seconds, then stings me with hundreds of pieces of leather at once cross my chest. Why did I say touch? Fuck my life right now.
“Did you listen, Jake, or just feel?”
“I heard it.” She has to hear the irritation in my voice, I mean fuck.
She hits more solid this time, then slides the leather down my stomach. A few pieces run over my once very hard dick.
My left leg is next, this time sliding it away from my cock. She moves around me, and strikes again. There are so many pieces of leather sliding near my dick I can’t even comprehend listening to anything. This has turned into feeling only.
She drops the flogger on the ground and I feel her grab my cock with both hands, making it bare once again.
She puts my dick in her mouth, and takes me deep. So deep she should be gagging, but she doesn’t. I’m listening. I’m listening hard.
She takes me deep again, swallowing me well past the point they usually gag. “What do you not hear, Jake?” Holy fuck, she doesn’t have a gag reflex.
“Do it again.”
She takes me again. So fucking deep it causes me to whimper. “Oh, ffffuck. Stop.”
“What do you want, Jake?”
“To fuck you. I need to fuck you right now.” Listen to me. I sound fucking desperate and pathetic.
She wraps it up for me for the third fucking time tonight. I pray to God it’s for a reason this time.
She grabs onto my shoulders and literally climbs up me until she’s around my waist. I feel it on my sore leg, but I don’t give to fucks if they have to cut this leg off later, it’s time to do this. I wish my arms were free. I’d grab onto that ass of hers and move her up and down so fucking fast her world would spin.
She slides on with ease this time. I’m guessing she’s still wet from my tongue action earlier. She feels so good right here, right now on my cock, even if my arms are strapped.
She uses her arms to pull herself up enough to start the movement I’ve been waiting for. Fuck yes. She is not playing around. The friction is just right.
Her moans begin to fill my ears. I’m listening to how close she is. So fucking close again.
“Let me watch you.” She doesn’t slow down, just continues to ride me.
“Take off my blindfold.” Her moan is louder, this time right in my ear. She still isn’t moving that fucking tie.
“No.” Damn it. I can’t complain too much as she manages to move me straight to an orgasm.
We groan together. Our breathing is heavy and sweat is dripping from us both like we just hit the gym fucking hard.
My lips search for hers as I begin to catch my breath.
“I told you we’d be fucking great together.”
“Yeah.”
“Now take this fucking blindfold off my face.” She pulls up with her arms and detaches from my dick, sliding down my body until her feet hit the floor. She finally fucking removes the blindfold from my face, before she unstraps my feet. I wait till she climbs onto the bed before I ask her.
“Why didn’t you pull my blindfold?”
“I told you, it was to be on my terms.”
“Ok. Well, next time it’s on my terms.”
“Who says there’ll be a next time?”
“I do.” She doesn’t respond, she just walks into her bathroom, closing the door behind her. I pull off the condom and drop it next to the other two in the wooden box. Her box has all sorts of goodies but I look away from it quickly. This whole thing of being surprised was fun and maybe we can do something like it again. I’d hate to ruin it for either of us in the future by knowing what’s coming.
I start to get into her bed because I’m worn the fuck out. I can hear the water from the shower start just before I hear her shout out,
“It was fun. I’m sure I’ll see you around soon.”
What the fuck? They’re always trying to get me to stay the night. I never do. The one time I actually feel like staying, she tells me she’ll ‘See me around.’ Pulling on my pants, I take another look inside her armoire, planning my future torture on her ass.
What’s happening? I don’t need this shit to have phenomenal sex. In fact, my sex life is fucking perfect without it. I leave her room and close the door behind me. I don’t even say a word to her as I walk right out of her house. I’m taking the walk that I’m always glad to take, so why am I so pissed tonight?
Chapter Eighteen
Last night’s sleep was total shit. How could I be so fucking tired, yet get no sleep? The way she dismissed me has me all sorts of pissed off. I need to get to the gym. I find myself in the drive thru of my favorite donut shop. Fuck it, I’m ordering two dozen for this day. It’s easy to smash six of those fuckers before I make it the couple of blocks to the gym. I’m not sure whose brilliant idea it was to put the donut shop near the gym, but kudos.
