She grabs my wrist, slaps my cheek, and thrusts her other hand around my throat so quickly that I’m left aghast at the motions. My head hits the mirror hard enough to crack it. The pain elicits a smile, my lips tugging upward, and I lean forward in the hopes I might catch her tongue with mine.
“Do that again, I like it,” I tell her.
Her response is to squeeze my throat. I’m lightheaded and nearing delirium. I need her tongue between my thighs, so much so that I chance reaching for her face and pushing her down.
“Please,” I beg. “Taste me.”
She loosens her grip and gently pats my cheek twice as if approving my plea.
And when I feel her body heat leave me, realizing she’s sinking onto her knees, I cover my face with my arm and incline my head toward the ceiling in surrender. She pulls my baggy pants with her, the fabric pooling at my booted feet before she discards them on the tile floor. The chill of the room pricks my skin—
Someone bangs on the door.
“Fuck off!” I yell.
“I need to shit!” the person shouts back.
“Dig a fucking hole then—Oh god…”
I have to grip the sink to keep from falling on my face, knees lifting toward the ceiling at the first suck of her mouth on my clit. She doesn’t waste any time devouring me. Sound evacuates my ears. I’m numb to the pleasure of her and only her.
Holy fuck.
I think the person outside says something else, yet I don’t catch it. My fingers sink into my hair and pull, practically ripping at the wig. It tears off, the blindfold skewing, but I straighten it back without ever opening my eyes.
I don’t care to know who this woman is. I’ll stay blindfolded until she tells me I can see the light of day again. I don’t need to see her face when her tongue is dragging up my pussy like this, the two tongue ring balls hitting my center perfectly.
Something wet drips down my cheek as I try not to flail uncontrollably from the rapture.
Am I fucking crying right now?
The bottom of my ass is bruising against the rim of the sink, the faucet curved along my spine. Every muscle within me is tight,tenseat trying to hold myself together and not lose my balance. Sharp fingernails rake my thigh, and I realize she’s taken her left glove off as if the seemingly whetted nails piercing my skin might be enough to keep me under her control, to remind me who’s in charge.
Shit, her tongue is magic.
I try to hold off my orgasm each time it rises. She feels too good, and I don’t want her to stop. I don’t know if she delights in multiple orgasms, and I’m not ready to chance her being done with me. Even still, the build is pressing so forcefully on my body that I feel like I’m about to combust. My moans and whimpers turn to cries and shrieks. I can’t take this. I can’t hold on.
Oh god—
The explosion shatters me entirely. I squirt on her tongue, my pussy gripping around her gloved fingers as I come and come. She keeps pumping through it, riding out my orgasm and extending it long enough that I start to jerk and claw at her wig and my own neck for some kind of relief. I sniff back tears and mutter something incomprehensible as she slows to a near-excruciating tease, lapping at my cum and draining me of whatever ounce of sanity I might have left.
Something scratches on the floor. I feel her body heat once again, and I suck in a breath when she hovers close enough that her breasts brush against mine. She settles between my legs and leans forward, the tips of her fingers digging hard into my thighs. Her breath skims my cheek, and my chest caves when her wet tongue licks my tears from the leather mask.
I gulp back the lump in my throat. “Tell me your name,” I manage, still dizzy from the state she’s put me in. Her heat disappears for the briefest moment, and the next thing I feel is her untying the blindfold.
Amber light hits my eyes. I open them to find her back in her full mask, including the half-mask over her mouth. Light reflects off the studs on her bodysuit. I’m so high on her bliss that I barely realize I’m leaning into her until my lips press to her mask once again.
Her quiet chuckle fills the air.
She drags her gloved finger through my now visible, very messy, blonde hair and pushes it behind my ear, head tilting in a taunting way.
“I knew I would love the way you taste, rockstar.”
She sounds like velvet—soft and coy, sexy and yet, bristling. Somehow, her voice is more distinct now that I’m not clamoring for an orgasm. Fuck, that sound is going to haunt my dreams, the words repeating over and over in my mind. Chills rake over my exposed skin, prickling the cool sweat—
Wait.
The haze around me vanishes like a bucket of ice water has just been dumped over my head. I’m suddenly seeing clearly for the first time all night. My heart skips, my stomach dropping to my still aching cunt. The walls feel as if they’re closing in, and the sound of the thumping music is little more than a buzzing in my numb ears.
