“Now turn around.”
Again I do just as he commands, turning my back to him, and after a moment I feel the second cool strip of silk cover my eyes, plunging me once again into darkness, as he ties it just as firmly at the back of my head as he did with the first on my wrists.
I tremble in delight, feeling so helpless all of a sudden, completely at his mercy. I hear the soft click of the soles of his shoes on the floorboards as he encircles me, and even though I can’t see him, it’s as if I can still feel his eyes, travelling all over my body, my nipples and pussy both tingling in anticipation of his touch.
A moment later, I feel his hands on my shoulders, pushing me downwards. I do as he instructs, until I’m resting on my knees before him.
Then I heard the now-familiar sound of him unzipping his pants and, a moment later, I feel the sheer heat of him coming in a soft wave against my face. I wait there on my knees, knowing what is coming next. Sure enough, a second later I feel him press softly against my lips – warm and moist and velvety smooth. I open my mouth, feeling him slide between my lips, touching against my tongue, the heat and faintly salty taste of him filling my mouth completely.
I moan a little, surprised at just how good this feels. And as I do, he pulls himself a little way back out from between my lips and then thrusts again, driving himself evendeeperinto my mouth.
I feel a powerful shiver of pleasure, as I picture myself there on my knees, taking him in my mouth like that, as he slowly begins sliding himself in and out from between my lips. And in response I start sucking greedily on him as if he were some kind of delicious lollypop, guiding my tongue in gentle circles all around the throbbing head of his cock, sighing softly as another wave of delight flashes through me – as if the sheer sluttiness of what I’m doing is enough to send a charge of pleasure direct to my clit without even being able to touch it.
Still sliding himself in and out of my mouth, I feel one of his hands move from my face to my breast, pinching my nipple so tightly that I gasp, as much as I’m able, sending another delicious flash of pain and pleasure around my body.
Oh fuck, if only there was some way I could touch my clit too, I think to myself in frustration.
But then a new thought occurs to me. Shifting onto my haunches, and spreading my legs wide apart, I find that I can easily rub my bound hands between my legs, using the heels of my hands to rub against the hot and aching place that seems to be crying out to be touched.
And I feel the sheer heat and wetness of myself as I begin to grind my bound hands urgently between my legs, as he continues to fuck my mouth.
It takes me almost by surprise when I feel the intense rush of orgasm building inside me, stimulated both by my hands and also maybe by the damnideaof what we’re doing.
With a stifled little moan, I begin to shudder as I come, the sensation or orgasm spilling out around my trembling body, as he continues to drive himself between my lips, his cock so fucking hard now that it feels utterly solid, as if carved from heated stone.
With a final grunt, I feel his hands hold my head firmly in place, and then it’s as if he swells even further for a moment inside my mouth, before my tongue and throat are flooded with his come – hot and thick. I gulp as much of it back as I can, my mouth opening in a soft moan as I feel even more of it spilling from my lips and over my chin.
A moment later, he slips from my mouth, and I feel his own lips now touch against mine in a tender, loving kiss, before he unties my wrists and then finally my makeshift blindfold, too.
I look up at him happily, my whole body still shuddering with pleasure.
And then, quickly, I push myself to my feet, in order to run through the connecting door to the en-suite bathroom.
“Hey, come back here!” he calls after me. “You okay?”
But I’m too eager to even answer him.
You see, the truth of it is that I’ve rushed into the bathroom to admire myself in the huge gold-edged mirror that hangs above the faucets, and what I see in it is just like imagined and hoped it might be: because there in the mirror stands a beautiful young girl with a wicked smile dancing upon her lips, brazen and naked, utterly unashamed, totally slutty, her small breasts heaving from pleasure, her chin shining wet with come, her eyes sparkling with delight, and to complete the picture, the most beautiful diamond collar you’ve ever seen, shining and glittering on her throat.
Twenty-Seven
Jennifer
“I thoughtI told you to be quiet,” he growls, gripping my arm hard, so hard that I wince.
I’m struck dumb, too scared to say a word. All I can do right now is shake my head.
“Stupid kid. Itoldyou what would happen if you opened that mouth of yours.”
“Please,” I mumble. “Please don’t.”
But he’s already begun to unbuckle that big leather belt, sliding out from his dirty pants and then winding one end of it so tight around his knuckles that they turn white.
“Turn around and lift up your dress.”
I know there’s no point in disobeying him now. Instead, I do as he says, trembling with fear.
I just want my mom.
