Zeth nods and begins touching me with his large, warm hands. He starts with my face, fingers tracing along my cheekbones, then he brushes his thumb across my lips, and I part them. He trails his hand down my throat, and I can feel my pulse racing under his touch. He moves to my chest, palms spreading across my ribcage, and I arch slightly, pressing into his hands.
He cups my breasts, one in each palm, squeezing gently. His thumbs find my nipples, rubbing over the hard peaks, and I gasp. The sensation shoots straight to my core, making my pussy clench hard. He pinches my nipples between thumb and forefinger, and I cry out. The mix of pleasure and pain is perfect, and I can feel more wetness leaking from me. I know I’m soaking the leather underneath me.
His hands travel down my stomach, fingers splaying across my skin. Every nerve ending feels electrified under his touch, like my whole body is wired to respond to him. He pauses just above where I need him most, and I lift my hips without thinking, silently begging.
I’ve never wanted anything more than I want his hands on my pussy right now. Part of me loves that he’s taking it slow, building the anticipation until I can barely stand it. But another part of me is frantic, wants him to touch me, fill me, fuck me now.
I’m craving him in a way I’ve never craved anyone before.
Zeth moves down, positioning himself between my spread thighs. He kneels on the floor, bringing his face level with my pussy, and I lift my head with effort to look down at him. The sight makes me moan out loud. His face is aligned with my most intimate place, and his black eyes stare up at me, holding my gaze.
He reaches up, his fingers finding my folds. He starts massaging me gently, exploring my wetness, and his thumb circles my clit. The pressure is perfect, and I arch my back, a moan tearing from my throat. The chains attached to my cuffs rattle as I pull against them, and I love that all I can do is feel what he’s doing to me.
His fingers slide through my arousal, and then he brings them to his mouth. He licks them clean, and the sight brings me closer to the edge. He might not even need to do a lot to get me off. More wetness floods out of me, and his eyes dart down as he licks his lips.
“May I taste you?” he asks in a low growl.
“Yes. Please. Please... I beg you...”
Zeth lowers his head between my legs. His tongue makes first contact with my pussy, and I nearly sob. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful. I throw my head back against the table and close my eyes. He starts licking me slowly, exploring every fold. He laps at my entrance, tasting me thoroughly, then moves to my clit and circles it with the tip of his tongue.
I pull hard at the chains. My ankles pull too, but they’re secured tight. I can’t move at all, and I’m completely at his mercy while he devours me. His licking becomes more intense, his tongue moving faster, and he focuses on my clit, flicking and circling without mercy. The pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, and I’m making sounds I should be ashamed of. Whimpers, cries, desperate moans that echo in the small room…
I can feel the orgasm building, and I know it’s going to be massive.
It hits me like a wave crashing over my entire body. I go rigid, my back arching off the table, and I scream as pleasure explodes through my core. My pussy spasms, clenching rhythmically, and then I feel liquid shooting out of me, flooding his mouth. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I’m coming in his mouth, my juices pouring out, and Zeth doesn’t pull away. He keeps his mouth on me, swallowing, and the orgasm seems to last forever. Wave after wave, until it finally starts to subside, and my body goes limp against the table.
I’m panting, trying to catch my breath. I lift my head to look down at him, and he’s still between my legs, grinning up at me. His mouth and chin are wet, and he swallows the last of my come, looking satisfied.
My face burns with embarrassment.
“I’ve never... I didn’t even know I could do that,” I blurt out.
“You’re delicious. I want to do this to you three times a day. Eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
His words send another jolt of arousal straight through me. Now I’m thinking about him eating me three times a day, and the thought is so hot I could come again just from imagining it.
Zeth pushes one finger inside me, and I let out a moan, but it’s not enough. I need more, I need to be filled completely.
“More. Please, I need more.” I’m begging again.
I watch as he stands up and takes his cock in his hand, pumping it slowly. His fist slides up and down the length, and I’m fascinated. I can’t look away. His cock twitches in his grip, growing even harder, and I see beads of dark precum gathering at the slit. The color is darker than human cum, almost black, and my mouth waters at the sight.
“Do you want this?” he asks.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Tell me how much you’ve dreamed about my cock.”
“You know... You’re in my mind. You know exactly how often I’ve imagined your cock buried inside me.”
Zeth groans, and his cock jerks in his hand. He positions himself between my spread legs and aligns the head of his cock with my entrance. I can’t take my eyes away from where we’re about to join. I struggle to prop myself up to watch, and the position is difficult with my wrists cuffed. But I need to see this, need to watch him enter me.
He starts pushing inside, moving slowly. I feel the head breach my entrance, stretching me, and I gasp at the sensation. He’s so much bigger than I expected. He pushes in another inch, then another, and I can see his cock disappearing inside my body. The sight is obscene. My pussy stretches to accommodate him, adjusting around his girth, and the silver markings on his cock drag against my inner walls. He’s only halfway in and I already feel impossibly full.
“Move. Please, I need you to move.” I bite my lower lip.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
