I itch to rip my blindfold off and look him dead in the eyes. But the horny vixen inside of me likes this game he’s playing a little too much, so I keep my hands by my sides.
His fingers move higher, running over the soft cotton of my dress. He cups my breasts, and I can’t help the breathy moan that escapes my lips. I want his hands on me so badly, bringing me undone just likehe did last night. I feel him tugging at the tie of my dress, and then it opens, exposing all of me to him.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I say, feeling the blush rise up my chest and cheeks.
His finger presses against my lips as if to quieten me. Then, he shoves two of his fingers inside my mouth. “Suck,” he instructs.
Oh, dear God. I suck his fingers into my mouth, rolling my tongue around them just like I did his cock last night.
“So obedient for me, aren’t you?”
I nod with his fingers still in my mouth.
He pulls them free, and then they trail all the way down my body, leaving a saliva trail as they go. He slides over my thin strip of hair, then he plunges them deep inside me. My thighs buck off the chair at the sudden unexpected intrusion. I can almost feel his grin of satisfaction, knowing that was the desired effect. Just as fast as they were there, they are gone and back on my lips again. “Taste yourself.” He pushes his fingers back in my mouth, my slippery arousal coating them. “Delicious.” He chuckles mischievously, pulling them free.
He moves to my side, and I feel something light and silky run over my wrist. “You’re going to be a good girl and sit nice and still for me while I make you my plaything. Understood?”
“Yes,” I whisper, not even sure if I should be talking.
The soft fabric tightens around my wrist, and I feel him binding it to the chair arm. Then he does the same with the other. The chair tilts back, making me jump, not expecting the sudden movement. “Good, then we can leave your ankles free, for now.”
I can’t help but wonder what his obsession is with tying me up. Is it all about control with him, or is there something more to it? Like why he never lets anyone see who he is.
I hear a hum and then something smooth slides over my thigh, its vibrations buzzing through me. A vibrator? I don’t have to wait long to find out as he moves the thing between my legs, over my clit and right down my center. My hips buck off the chair, wanting more. “You like this?” he asks, a playfulness to his voice.
“Yes.”
“Let’s see if you can control yourself better than last night. Don’t cum until I tell you to.”
I nod, already knowing this is going to be an impossible task. The way he moves the toy over my clit already lights me up and makes my pussy throb.
He pushes it inside me, stretching me. It’s not big, but it’s more the way he moves it inside of me, like he’s trying to massage my insides and get me to open for him. I moan, not able to help it. Everything he’s doing feels so damn good. I’m so close already. I try to close my legs and squirm, trying not to tip over the edge when I know I’m not supposed to. He changes the vibrating, making it even more intense. It’s pulsating, thumping deep inside me.
“I can’t,” I cry, so damn close.
“Yes, you can,” he commands.
Oh God. Under the blindfold, my eyes scrunch up tight, and I grip hold of the arm of the chair, digging my nails in. Anything to stop myself from tipping over the edge when it’s all I want to do. I’m warm all over, like on-fire hot, my body thrumming with the vibrations.
I feel his smirk. He knows what he’s doing, and he wants to torture me. Right before I think I can’t take it anymore, he backs off, easing the toy from me. “Good girl.”
I suck in a controlled breath, trying to get my body back under control.
Then he plunges the thing back inside of me again and the feeling is back, more intense and desperate than ever before. Sweat trickles down my back, and my palms slip on the chair arm as I try to grip it. I’m a mess, my pussy pulsing with the telltale sign that I’m about to go over. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, biting hard enough to draw blood. Anything to stop the inevitable.
“That’s it, Princess, just like that.” He eases the toy out of me and then thrusts it deep inside me again.
My cry echoes through the room, but I don’t cum. I’m trembling so hard he must see my desperation. I start to hate him, start to despise every damn vibration, and I know for sure this asshole must be Jagger, torturing me instead of letting me find my release.
“Now,” he commands when I least expect it.
I scream out as my body combusts, shaking and panting. My pussy convulses, and a rush of fluid like I have never felt before drenches my thighs and probably the seat under me.
“Oh, fuck yes, Princess. So juicy for me, aren’t you?” He pulls the toy out, and I feel the heat of him right in front of me. My hips buck off the chair to meet his mouth. I feel warmth surrounding me as he eagerly laps me up, nipping and biting at my thighs before he sucks on my clit. I’m still cumming, I’m sure of it, and he’s down there eating me like he’s starving.
I think I must black out from the pure pleasure, because the next thing I know, I’m not tied up anymore and I’m being carried. He deposits me on the plush sheets. “Don’t touch me,” he warns, his voice deadly serious. “If you do, I will have to tie you up again.”
