Who knew confusion was a kink?!
The bedroom door flies open and there he stands in the doorway, panting, looking at me like I'm that glass of water in the desert.Shit. His lip hitches in a feral curl, but I’m not sure if he is actually going to devour me in the literal sense. Nobody has ever feasted on me with their eyes before, either. Internally I’m preening like the little needy bitch I clearly am.
He saunters up to the bed and stares at me, with only the rapid panting coming from us both to cut through against the silence. I squirm under his eyes and the damn plug rubs against my prostate, making me groan like the slut he said I would be for him.
It hits me. I don’t want a reward.I want him to punish me. I want him to use me as his cock sleeve. I want to feel his cum over my skin. I want it to run down my thighs after he breeds me. I want it dripping off my chin after he stuffs his cock down my throat until I can’t breathe.
Who the hell am I?
He undresses, staring at me while taking his shirt off in one quick motion, discarding it on the floor. I withhold a whimper. I want to bite his nipples.
“Are you ready, pet? Is your hole trembling for me? Does your needy hole want my tongue? Or do you want me to stuff my fist into your ass baby?” He chuckles. “Yesss, I bet your tight little body has missed me, hasn’t it? Look at you shaking, all sweaty and wet for me, my beautiful pet. Maybe we should get you a collar and leash so you can come to work with me.”
Another deep laugh comes from his throat.
I mewl, fuck, yes that sounds hot. I watch as he undresses, my hips jerk upwards from the bed. I’ve lost control.
His body is so muscular, the deep V at his groin that I want to lick is so defined.His chest is completely smooth, which surprises me. Does he wax? Across that hairless chest is a dragon tattoo with a mesmerizing cross in the center.He takes his pants off and my eyes all but roll back at the lack of underwear. Oh fuck, his thick cock slaps against his abs, the length allowing the head to reach his belly button.I can't help but salivate.Fuck, what does cock taste like?
“Are you going to answer me, baby, or shall I leave you again to think? Hmmm?” He stares at me knowing what he’s doing. Why does he have to be so fucking hot. I can’t stop the whine that builds up in my throat. I can’t hold it any longer, so I break.
“Please Dima, please do something. I can’t take anymore.” I whimper with so much need. I'm so beyond desperate, it's pathetic. But he has won, broken me into a mess that is craving his touch.
He reaches for the ropes that tie my legs to the bottom of the bed and loosens them, enough for me to be able to move, but not enough for me to escape. Not that I want to. I am too far gone. I’m not sure my legs and arms work anymore.
Dima slowly climbs onto the bed and presses his entire body over mine, with his elbows resting either side of my face. I hiss at the contact of our cocks, which rub together in a sultry move, teasing me with what's to come. We are both breathing so fast I’m surprised we haven't passed out. He gently kisses my forehead, my nose then nibbles at my chin. His beard rubs against my skin, giving the most satisfying burn. Then, with complete arrogance, he crashes his lips to mine, forcing his way in, both of us groaning as our tongues mold together. We twist around each other, trying to drink and eat one another. It's sloppy and passionate and my jaw aches for how deep he’s kissing me. Fuck, I need more. I’ve never felt like this, my mouth begs to be filled with his tongue or his cock, my ass needs to be stuffed. I feel empty all over. It’s like a slow building volcano is pulsing through my body and I don’t know if I’ll survive.
His hands move to the side of the bed, snatching up the blindfold, as he pulls away from me, finally allowing me to breathe.I watch him quietly. I can’t talk. I can’t think. I can only feel.
“Time to make you see the stars, beautiful,” he murmurs into my ear as he places the blindfold over my eyes.
I can stop shivering at every touch and silent promise. He is going to destroy me. I want him to destroy me.
If possible, my senses intensify, I have no idea what he is going to do to me, but I need him to do it, I need to be taken, dominated, owned.If I had a pussy, I'm certain I would’ve drenched the sheets through to the mattress.
Slowly, Dima nibbles at my ears after tying the blindfold and gently nips and licks down my neck. Then…thenhe finally lets go and takes me with the confidence of the arrogant dick I know he is.Open-mouthed kisses spill sloppy over my neck. I can’t stop shaking, I feel like I’m about to cum just from this. My body is on edge to the point of torture.He snarls into my neck and simultaneously sucks vicious hickeys onto my Adam’s apple pulling cries from my lungs that are so loud that I think I will lose my voice before this is over. I can’t control my cries anymore. My mind is gone.Gone to extreme pleasure.The pain and suctionis too much, but I know he is marking me, marking his slutty pet and fuck, I want it. I moan again at the thought of him branding me and keeping me tied to his bed forever.
Dima moves his weight off my body. I can sense him hovering above me now, watching, always watching. I grunt out loud from the sudden pinch of pain in my nipples where he has a tight grip on them. Before I can make sense of what's happening, his sexy-as-hell mouth surrounds the bud, sucking it hard, so hard, I arch off the bed to get closer. Jesus, I’m gonna die and I don’t give a fuck.
I am beyond delirious now. I can hardly breathe. I can’t stop the wild sounds coming out of my mouth like a tormented animal. I’m drenched now, head to toe in sweat, and I decide to just give myself over to his control, letting myself sink into the bed while he uses my body as he wishes.
He moves onto my other nipple, sucking and biting. I can't take it. My cock is so hard I think I may lose feeling in it. He pulls away and the cool air stings the now wet buds.
“Fuck me baby, you are perfect, you really are my little whore, aren’t you?”
My response is to writhe beneath him like the mindless animal I’ve become.
“You’re mine now aren’t you, beautiful? Mine to tease, mine to fuck, mine to torture.Say you're mine pet, say it and I might justsuck your cock to the back of my throat until you cum. Say it and I’ll stuff that greedy little ass of yours.”
“Oh god…yes! Y-yes I’m yours.”
“My very own cock slut.” Growling, he kisses down my chest to my navel where he dips his tongue into my belly button. I nearly fly off the bed from the sensation.
“Does my little slut want my tongue in his ass? Do you want that, beautiful? Do you want me to eat you out so good that you’re dripping down your thighs? Does your needy hole need some attention? Tell me, pet. Tell me you're my slut so I can eat that perfect ass.”
“You fucker…I…I…shit, yes, I’m your slut, your fucking whore and I need you. Please!”
Things get floaty and I’m drifting away just outside of full consciousness. I have no idea what I'm saying or doing, but I feel like I'm on a high of pure ecstasy and it's the best drug.
