I’d never felt more exposed in my life. He stood and backed away from the bed, his gaze roaming over me as he admired his handiwork.
“I like you like this, Jess. You’re like a gift, just for me. I’ve opened you, and now I get to decide all the ways I want to play with you. First, I think I’ll take away your sense of sight and see how intense we can make you feel.”
He slid the blindfold over my head and adjusted the strap until I couldn’t see anything. It was thrilling and hot, and my body started thrumming with anticipation of what he’d do next.
“Let’s see how much you like all this,” he said.
I felt the bed dip under his weight and then his hot, wet tongue licked across my pussy.
“You’re soaking wet, babe. You fuckin’ love this, don’t you?”
I nodded, suddenly grateful for the blindfold. I didn’t want to see if he was judging me for enjoying the kink.
“I love the taste of you. I’m gonna gorge myself on this pussy, but I don’t want you to come until I give you permission. You hear me?”
“Yes.” More heat pooled to my core.
Spade’s short beard hair tickled my thighs as his tongue landed on my clit. He sucked, swirled and flicked as my hips kept trying to lift against his mouth, but my bonds kept me flat against the bed. Taking away my sense of sight and movement intensified the experience, making it almost impossible for me to resist coming. I felt like I was one hard lick or gentle tug away.
Finally, Spade let up.
Thin leather strips whacked against the bottom of my right foot. The sensation felt strange, but not at all painful.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Harder,” I replied.
This time, the leather strips came with a slight sting. “Better?” he asked.
“Harder.”
The sting intensified. It still wasn’t painful, but it felt amazing. Every strike left behind a tingling sensation. He worked his way up the front of my legs to my thighs, and then started on my hands, going down to my torso. By the time he reached my breasts, my entire body was throbbing and needy. He hit my breasts and I had to bite my lip.
“That feel good?”
So good. I couldn’t speak, so I nodded.
He worked his way down my stomach and to my labia. It was so intense—so hot—I clenched my fists and tried to resist.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I said.
He chuckled. “Good to know.” His voice was gravelly, and his accent was thicker than normal. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by this. He struck my lower lips one more time, and then rubbed away the sting. Then I felt my legs and arms go slack as he unhooked the cuffs. “Turn over, Jess.”
After I did as he said, he reattached my cuffs and started the same process on the back of my body. He took his time, and when he reached my ass, my body was shaking and quivering from fighting the release. It felt like all my nerve endings were raw, waiting for him to close them off, to give me what I needed.
“Please,” I said, unable to handle any more.
He brushed the hair back from my face and leaned over me, pressing his hard pecks against my back. “Please what, babe?”
“Please let me come.”
“The only way I’m gonna let you come is on my cock, and I’m not ready for that yet.”
He undid my restraints. “Turn over.”
I wanted to cry, but I was too far gone to argue. He hooked me back up, and then I felt his knees on either side of my torso.
“You wanna come? I’ll let you after you suck my cock. Show me how bad you want it, babe.”
