“Oh, Marcus,” I whisper in excitement. “Yes.”
And before he can even command me, I’ve hurried over to the bed and thrown myself onto its plush silk sheets, spreading my arms and legs wide, offering my trembling body up to him – to my stern and handsome master.
Sure enough, he begins roughly and tightly binding my wrists to the posts of the bed, so that my arms are stretched wide apart. And as he works, I admire his naked body – the glow of his skin, and the taut musculature of his body, not to mention that thick hard cock of his, jutting from the center of him, which brushes tantalizingly against my left breast as he binds my wrist so tightly, the slick pink head dancing against my hard left nipple. And I try to move my head towards it, to plant a soft kiss on it (or perhaps even to take him all the way between my lips), but I find myself bound too tightly in place now, both wrists tied surprisingly firmly to the bedposts, holding me in place.
Next he begins binding myankles, too, so that I’m held utterly tight and firm – with all four of my limbs stretched out in a star shape. But still there’s still one final long glossy strip of black and pink cloth dangling from his grip, and I’m about to ask what it’s for when he climbs over me, so that his knees are either side of my hips, and I think that he must want to blindfold me again – as he did last night.
But instead, this time, he moves the strip of cloth to mymouth, tying it so roughly at the nape of my neck that it actually parts my lips, and it’s all I can do but let out a muffled moan, now that I’m no longer able to speak ...
Then, thoroughly bound and gagged, all I can do is watch him from my position on the bed as he steps down from the bed, his eyes travelling hungrily over my body while he strokes the thick shaft of his cock with his fist, sliding his fingers slowly up and down its shiny pink length, wielding it in his hand as if its some kind of weapon as he circles the bed.
He stops at the foot of the bed, his eyes moving between my legs, and then he begins to approach me, climbing up onto the sheets on his hands and knees, so that his head’s positioned right between my thighs. I moan a little, just from the feel of his hot breath dancing against my exposed clit, which is throbbing and aching for him. And then I let out as much of a stifled gasp as I’m able, as I feel his tongue touch right against it.
Ohfuck, sensation of his mouth, there between my legs, feels utterly different from the touch of his fingers or the animal heat of his cock. No, this is something different, something new, though no less lovely and delicious. And he knowsjustwhat he’s doing, too, the motions of his tongue and lips teasing me right to the very edge of pleasure, but then denying it, and I begin to suspect that he’s doing this on purpose – bringing me so close to the edge but never tipping me over it. He seems to knowexactlywhich parts of me to tease, flicking his tongue first in slow circles around the swollen nub of my clit, and then a moment later, moving further downwards, even entering me, each fresh motion he makes with his lips and tongue causing me to writhe and moan as much as I can in my bound and gagged position.
And then, when it seems as if I’m right at the very edge of orgasm, he finally tips me over and into it by bringing his fingers to join his tongue, fucking my pussy with his hand while he flicks my clit with his tongue.
With a long low moan, I shudder beneath him, feeling my wrists and ankles pulling painfully against their bindings as my body shudders and trembles, my mind flashing white and the pleasure spilling over inside me, causing me to lose control of myself completely for a few moments.
But it seemed as if he’s only just begun in the various ‘punishments’ he has planned for me this evening. I’ve hardly come back to my senses before he’s started kissing my breasts, taking first one then the other of my hard puckered nipples between his sensuous lips and flicking them with his tongue. At first his kisses are tender, but soon they became kind of rough, and I squeal as he bites down on my left nipple, leaving a bright spot ofbloodnext to it ...
What the hell?
Hey, watch it!I want to say, but of course I’m gagged so tightly I can do nothing much except moan. The very same kind of moan I would probably make if Ienjoyedhis biting.
But this is too much.
And this time – as the flashes of pain mix in with those of my pleasure – I’m finding it harder and harder to fully enjoy the sensations.
Just then, his hand moves too roughly between my legs, working his fingers so hard and feverishly inside me, at such a speed that I cry out despite myself.
And when my pleading eyes finally meet with his, I notice that there’sa devilish glint in them, almost as if right now it’s the act of causing me painitselfthat he’s enjoying the most now.
I try to call out to him to stop, to be a little more gentle with me, but of course he can’t hear a word I’m say from behind my gag.
All of a sudden, all I can think of ishim.
Of that horrible man from my nightmares.
The man who’s name I don’t want to speak, even inside my own head ...
I struggle and whimper, struggle and whimper, trying to tell him toquit.
But it’s only when he pauses for a moment, locking his burning blue eyes with mine again, that he finally notices the hot tears that are spilling down my cheeks.
All of a sudden he stops what he’s doing, quickly untying the gag from my mouth, allowing me finally to gasp in the air that’s been partly denied me.
“Fuck you,” I cry, the words springing out of my mouth before I’ve even thought them through. “Leave me the fuck alone. Untie me, right now.”
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he says, but doing as I ask, a pained and confused expression covering his face now as he quickly unties my wrists and then ankles. “What’s the matter?”
But I don’t want to talk any more. All I want is to be rid of him so that I can try to claw back some sense of dignity – and so the moment he unties me, I run crying for the en suite bathroom, slamming the door loudly behind me and locking it too, for good measure.
“Jennifer, please come back ...” I hear him call after me. “I don’t understand ...”
But I’m not in the mood to explain myself, my body still trembling with barely concealed anger and shock.
“Leave me the fuck alone, Marcus,” I call back, loud enough and angry enough to silence him.
