“I need to lose myself. Can you do that for me? Can we forget about everything outside of this room for a bit, Luke?” There’s a plea in my voice that he doesn’t miss and his eyes are full of concern.
“Of course,” he says softly. “You wanted to try restraints?”
“Yes. And I’d like you to take control again please.”
He nods, looking over at a wardrobe in the corner of the room.
“If you say stop…”
“Then you’ll stop,” I finish for him. “I’m in your hands.”
I don’t miss the set of his jaw as we move into the scene and he starts to unbutton his shirt.
“Ok then Emmy. On the bed.”
I comply, feeling the weight lift off my shoulders as I follow his instructions. I feel a strange sense of serenity as I let go of my need to think and process. Luke pulls a wooden chest out of the bottom of the wardrobe and opens it, angling the lid so I can’t see what’s inside.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice gruff.
“You know I do,” I reply, leaning back on my elbows.
He holds something black and silky between his hands and steps towards me. It’s not until he’s closer that I realise it’s a blindfold and I gasp slightly. There’s a question in his eyes and I nod. He gently ties it and my vision goes dark.
Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert as I listen to Luke rustle around. I tense as I hear him step closer and then my muscles tighten as he trails something soft up my stomach. I gasp as it reaches my nipples, writhing and arching my back to chase the sensation.
“Hands above your head,” comes the next command.
I lift my hands and he catches them in his own, winding a silky material around my wrists. It’s snug but not painful and I gasp as he pulls them right up, fixing them to something in the bed frame.
I’m breathless as I wait for him to make his next move. It feels like an impossibly long moment until suddenly I feel Luke’s warm mouth enclose around my left nipple and I practically archoff the bed. His hand pinches my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers in a move that has me panting and writhing.
“You have such perfect tits, Em,” he says, sucking my nipple into his mouth again and gently biting it. I let out a moan as I lift my chest towards him like an offering. He chuckles and I feel his fingers trace their way down my abdomen.
“I love the curve just here,” he says, tracing my belly. I’ve always had a soft stomach, honed through many years of loathing exercise and liking cheese. He places a kiss right below my bellybutton and I shiver with need, as his ministrations move lower.
“And this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my pubic bone, “is the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever tasted.” I can feel my arousal building at his filthy praise and my hips rise of their own accord, my core pulsing with the need to feel him.
But instead of going in for the kill, he skirts around my needy pussy and begins to kiss his way down my inner thighs. I’m squirming and I can hear amusement in his voice as he asks, “something you need, sweetheart?”
“Please,” I say, practically whimpering as he continues to kiss up my legs.
“Please what?”
“Please can I come?” I plead, biting my lip as I hear the desperation in my voice.
“In time,” he replies, and carries on to the other leg, kissing his way back northwards. Just as I think he’s finally going to land on my cunt, he begins tracing circles on my stomach and returns to licking and sucking my stiff pink buds. I swear they’re hard enough to cut glass as he continues to deny me what I want.
“Please, Luke,” I say again, my discomfort growing as my vagina weeps at her emptiness. “I need you.”
“But I’m having so much fun,” he replies and I once again hear the evil smile in his voice.
I let out a desperate noise as I wriggle and fidget under his touch.
“Next time,” he says, splaying a large palm across my abdomen, “I might tie your legs down too. Then we’ll see how long you can last when you can’t move at all.”
I whimper and he finally takes pity on me, slowly making his way back down and breathing warm air softly over my sensitive skin.
He flattens his tongue and gives me a long lick that has my hips arcing off the bed. Then he continues to lick, and nibble, and suck until I’m panting and cursing, desperately chasing the orgasm that’s been building since Jessie walked out of his office.
