THE SOUND OF SILENCE

Lucy Felthouse

Yvette!” Jack snapped. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

“Yes, Sir!” I’d only missed a bit. Maybe a couple of words. And it wasn’t my fault.

“So what’s the problem? Are you uncomfortable? Would you like a cushion?”

“No, Sir. I’m fine, thank you. It’s just…” As another noise filtered in through the double glazing, I was unable to stop my gaze slipping in that direction.

“What—?” Jack strode past me, all stompy and masterful.

I allowed myself a shiver of pleasure at his demeanor. He was sexy when he was grumpy, though naturally I didn’t enjoy it when he was grumpy with me.

He peered out the window to see what had distracted me. “Neighbor is mowing his lawn, that’s all. Can’t very well go round there and complain about that, can I?” he muttered.

Jack stepped back in front of me. “The window is closed, Yvette. I can’t really do any more than that.” He shrugged.

“It’s okay, Sir. He’ll be done soon. I can ignore it. It’s not that loud.” Ever since he’d given me that look and ordered me into the bedroom, my pussy had ached, and I had yearned for his orders, to do his bidding. To please him. I certainly didn’t want to displease him by allowing the next-door bloody neighbor’s garden maintenance to get in the way of our scene, but it’d be tough to remain entirely focused with that racket going on.

“Hmm. All right, then. Let’s continue. So, where were we?”

I hoped like hell that was a rhetorical question, because I’d been distracted enough by the noise outside that I hadn’t, in fact, heard all of what he’d said. I bowed my head and waited, mentally keeping my fingers crossed that Jack would answer his own question. Luckily for me, he did.

“Come here, take out my cock, and suck it.”

“Yes, Sir!” I almost got carpet burns on my knees as I eagerly shuffled forward. I reached out and undid his zipper. Slipping my right hand through the gap, I maneuvered until my fingers closed around his shaft—which was rigid, red-hot, and irresistible.

Carefully, I popped his cock out through the opening in his boxers and trousers, where it stood proudly, looking just as tempting as it felt. All purple and swollen, raring to go. Licking my lips, I pumped my fist up and down his length a couple of times, before closing my mouth around his glans. Immediately, the delicious, musky, salty taste of him hit my taste buds. I hummed happily and prepared to start sinking farther onto him.

Just then, a high-pitched roaring sound reached my ears.

Jack picked up on my flinch. Stepping back—and slipping his dick out of my mouth in the process—he exclaimed, “Oh, for heaven’s sake! It’s really distracting you, isn’t it?”

I sat back on my heels and pouted. “I’m sorry, Sir! I can’t not hear. If I could switch my ears off, trust me, I would.”

Jack’s expression softened. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. It’s just…kinda ruining what we’ve got going on here.”

I bit my lip. “Yeah, I know. But what are we supposed to do about it?”

Jack opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again. I could almost see the lightbulb appear above his head. Quickly, he tucked himself away, then turned and headed for the door, throwing over his shoulder, “Back in a minute.”

I frowned, wondering what the hell he was up to.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wonder for long. Jack soon returned, grinning broadly. “I’ve got the solution to our problem, my love.”

“Y—you have?” He didn’t seem to have anything with him—but wait, maybe he did. His right hand was closed, as though holding something.

“Yep. Voila!” He lowered his hand to my eye level, then opened it. Sitting on his palm were two tiny metal things, with black rubbery-looking ends.

“Wha—are they earplugs?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes. But they’re so much better than the regular kind. Put these in and you won’t hear a thing.”

Tentatively, I scooped them off of his hand. “But that means I won’t be able to hear you speak. I won’t know what you want me to do.”

Jack’s grin widened. “I’m sure I can make myself understood. Shall we give it a go?”

“Yeah…all right.”

He explained how to fit the plugs, then waited while I did so.

One ear done; already the world’s volume had been turned down. When I popped in the second, it was indeed as though my ears had been switched off. It was bizarre—I could hear myself breathing and swallowing, but otherwise…nothing.

Jack waved, drawing my attention. He put up his thumbs and arranged his face into a question.

I nodded.

He gave a curt nod back, and smiled. Then he gestured toward his crotch, raised an eyebrow. He’d been right—he could make himself understood.

I soon had my husband’s shaft in my mouth once more. This time, though, there were no distractions. I poured my entire being into sucking and stroking Jack’s luscious dick. He was my only focus—nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. The downside was that I couldn’t hear any sounds he made, any moans, groans, expletives.

But that made me all the more aware of his other reactions: the tensing of his thighs, the jerk of his hips, the hands he’d fisted in my hair. Each subtle twitch, the increase of precome seeping onto my tongue, told me he was growing ever closer to climax. And I was ready.

Suddenly, as I bobbed up and down on his saliva-slick shaft, Jack froze. His hands tightened in my hair, sending sparks of pain dancing across my scalp. Then his cock twitched between my lips, and juices flooded my mouth. I swallowed them down happily, eagerly, buzzing with delight and arousal at his climax, secretly hoping I might soon be allowed one of my own.

I carried on swallowing and gently sucking until Jack’s climax abated, then let his cock slip from my mouth. Looking up at him, I pointed to my ears, raising my eyebrows in query.

He nodded.

Carefully, I removed the plugs, immediately missing the quiet.

Jack asked, “How was it for you?”

“Totally amazing! I missed not being able to hear you, but I was so aware of everything else, how you moved, how you felt—”

“Good. But you can’t keep them. I need them for work.” He held out his hand.

I narrowed my eyes. “Well, then, you’d better order me some, hadn’t you?”

“Consider it done. And just think what it’ll be like if I spank, whip, or flog you while you’re wearing them.” He gave me a wicked grin. “You won’t be able to hear what’s coming, or when.”

The thought made my heart race, and my mouth went dry. Clumsily, I pushed the plugs into Jack’s outstretched hand. “Go. Now,” I said, not even caring that I wasn’t supposed to be the one giving orders. “And for god’s sake, pay the extra for express delivery.”