#42
"Eu tô gostando, olhando o seu corpão suar. Te namorando, vamo ver no que vai dar" - Luisa Sonza
Ihave no memory of how I ended up in bed, but the next morning, I was coaxed awake by soft, lingering kisses on my neck. When I finally forced my eyes open, I found a massive breakfast spread laid out on the bed.
It was exaggerated, yet perfectly curated—an endless variety of artisanal breads, fresh juices, and fruits.
“Good morning, my love,” Kelsey whispered.
“I don't even remember getting to the room,” I admitted, my voice still raspy from the night before.
“We passed out on the sofa. I woke up in the middle of the night, and when I tried to move you, you complained about beingtired... so I carried you here in my arms. Tell me, are you feeling up to a scene today?” she asked.
“I couldn't be better,” I smiled, pulling her in for a long, lingering kiss. “But this table... how many people are joining us for breakfast?”
“I need you well-fed and hydrated, Kitty. I have some work to handle, and I’ll be back for you in thirty minutes. Be ready,” Kelsey noted.
“And what exactly does 'ready' mean to you today?” I asked, my pulse quickening. She simply pointed toward the closet with a knowing smile.
“A dress. Either with nothing underneath or wearing lingerie I can rip off. There’s an open suitcase there; pack something comfortable for when we return.” She caught my chin, tilting my face up for one last kiss. “Eat. Feel good. I'll see you soon.”
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The moment we stepped into the club, Charlie greeted us with a professional, expansive smile. Without a word, she led us directly to the suite Kelsey had handpicked for the day.
The room was spacious, dominated by a massive bed in one corner and a heavy, wooden St. Andrew’s Cross bolted to the center. Sleek side cabinets lined the walls, and the dim, amber lighting cast long, heavy shadows that seemed to swallow the air.
I entered first, and Kelsey murmured that she’d be right back. In the sudden silence of the room, I knew exactly what wasexpected of me. I moved to the center of the floor and dropped to my knees, sitting back on my heels.
I rested my hands on my thighs and bowed my head, offering my nape to the empty room. Just waiting for her made the heat bloom within my body.
Time became an abstract concept; my anxiety made it impossible to tell if minutes or mere seconds had passed before I finally heard the door click open. I kept my head bowed.
My restraint was rewarded when I felt her cool touch beneath my chin. She lifted my face, crouching to meet me. She rose, extending her hand. I took it, allowing her to guide me up.
Her mouth brushed over my fingertips before she led me toward the bed. There, with her lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, she whispered in a tone that brooked no argument: “Sit.”
The moment I obeyed, I heard the faint rustle of fabric. She pulled a blindfold from her pocket and slid it over my eyes, plunging my world into absolute darkness.
“Kitty, if anything happens, use your safe word. Remember that I am here. Nod if you understand,” Kelsey instructed.
I nodded, my world narrowing down to the vibration of her voice. Suddenly, a muffled pressure filled my ears. Earplugs. Now, I was truly adrift. The world had vanished, leaving only the raw, physical map of my own skin.
Her lips brushed my shoulders, and the dress slid down my body like a heavy whisper, pooling on the floor. I felt her touch on my legs and lifted them obediently, one by one, until the fabric was gone. Then, a sudden chill.
She stopped touching me. I stood there, half-naked and completely surrendered, the silence in my head amplified by the thundering beat of my own heart.
I flinched when I was suddenly enveloped—arms wrapping around my waist, a kiss as unexpected as it was fierce. Without my other senses to anchor me, the touch of her tongue felt like a live wire.
When we finally broke apart, she guided me, turning my body until I felt the edge of the bed. I moved on all fours as encouraged, my hands soon finding themselves bound above my head, the restraints cool against my wrists.
I felt the sharp tug of the elastic of my panties as she pulled them to the side, leaving me utterly exposed. The heat of her tongue against my anus sent a jolt through my spine—a sensation so sharp it felt like a physical invasion.
A stinging, heavy slap across my buttock served as a silent reprimand. My hands, stretched forward and bound, began to tingle with a dull ache, but the sensation vanished the moment a searing burn took over.
It was lubricant, slick and biting against my skin. Even as my pussy contracted, it was my anus that became the focal point. A finger began to trace agonizingly circular patterns before invading me.
I felt my hair being gathered in her fist, my head pulled firmly back to expose my throat. I ground my hips against her, lost in a delirium that blurred the lines between pleasure and the rhythm of each penetration.
