“I did warn you, baby.”
Suddenly her mouth was full of something, fabric, it tasted familiar, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Her hands moved up to her mouth, however her move was infiltrated when they were pulled above her head and bound together.
“Not quite tied to the bed, but it will do, for now. I told you to be quiet, but you chose not to.” They both knew there had been no choice for her in her lack of silence. Her vocal appreciation and objections had all been down to him. He pulled the fabric from her mouth and replaced it with his three fingers that she sucked long and hard until his fingers were clean of her arousal.
“My turn now.” He drew his fingers from her mouth, replaced the gag then placed himself between her spread thighs with his mouth and his tongue ready to pick up where his fingers had been.
She was in agony, but ecstasy. She was bruised and sore courtesy of his relentless presence there and he wasn’t done yet.
He paused briefly. “Come on, Tasha, again.” He pushed her knees up and pulled them further apart, his mouth returning to her leaking core that he dragged his tongue the full length of.
“I can’t,” she moaned from behind the gag before he removed it.
“Come on, baby, please, for me,” he pleaded and she was done for again, unravelling at his hands, well, his mouth that drew her clit into its wet heat.
She cried out loudly and was shocked to find that tears were streaming down her face and still the blindfold remained in place. As the tears began to pool in her ears she could feel his hands on her knees pulling her down the bed again and suddenly he was there thrusting away, finally preparing to take his own pleasure.
“Fuck,” she cried out with a mixture of shock, pleasure and pain, unable to decipher one sensation from the other as her sensory overload continued.
“Yes baby. I am going to fuck you until you come one last time,” he grunted.
“I can’t.”
“Not an option, honey. I told you I’d been thinking and this is what I thought about; instead of stopping you coming I decided I would play it the other way and make you come again and again, and still you cry. Just one more time, for tonight.”
“No, please I can’t,” she begged.
“I can feel you’re close. Let go, honey,” he ordered.
“I don’t think I can,” she said between sobs now.
“Ssh,” he reassured her. “Please, for me, try. I need you to do it again, one more time baby.” His voice was softer now, gentle and coaxing. “Will you try?” he asked, and with the knowledge that this was her choice, this was ultimately always her choice.
She nodded. Nothing came and immediately she knew why; he needed to hear her voice, her agreement, her consent.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries and screams of pleasure.
Jim leaned in, his mouth against her jaw that he nipped and kissed until his mouth rested against her ear. “Thank you, baby.”
No further words were needed for either of them. He reached down and began to knead her breasts as his hips began to rock which was too much for her and she came again, still crying and shouting his name as every nerve ending in her body appeared to be conspiring against her, causing her whole body to convulse around him. Her movements and voice proved to be his undoing as his pace increased to a phenomenal rate that extended her pleasure. He pulled off the blindfold in time for her to see him falling apart in front of her; hot, sweaty, cursing and calling to her through gritted teeth which triggered another reaction in her and as she wrapped her legs tightly around him her sobs became more uncontrollable as he finally stilled and her own pleasure or pain, whichever it was, both, finally subsided.
He lay along her length and reached up to untie her wrists then threw her binding onto the floor, one of the silk stockings she’d worn the night before. Then he held up her discarded gag, the pants he’d torn from her. No wonder they tasted strangely familiar.
He sat back on his heels and began to pull out from her but then drove back in and she could feel that he was almost hard again. She couldn’t do this again, not so soon. She was seriously questioning if she could move, walk or pee, and she desperately needed to pee. She looked around and realised that the room was light, but there were no lights on. They must have been at this for hours. She felt as though she was on fire and realised that Jim was still moving inside her.
“No,” she said warily.
Jim stopped moving and looked down at her.
“I really don’t like no, baby. Maybe we should address that,” he told her quite seriously.
Was it his intention was to continue regardless? Maybe as punishment for her use of the word no.
“I really need the bathroom and I might have said no, but you still talked me round,” she told him with a half-smile that he reciprocated.
“Fair point, but I still think we should address it baby, just not now. Maybe I should spank you properly,” he said making her swallow hard. “But not tonight, this morning.” He looked at the clock behind her. “Tomorrow, later.” He withdrew from her making her wince and moan. “Sore?” He grinned as he reached forward and wiped the remaining tears from her face.
“Very,” she admitted and sat on the edge of the bed preparing to stand. “What time is it?”
