My heart stops.
Oh my God.
He’s here. In this room, just inches away from me.
The reality crashes in around me in a tidal wave of hot desire and illicit thrill. I can’t believe I’m really doing this: waiting naked on my hands and knees while a total stranger looks at me – examines every inch of my bared flesh.
“How long have you been watching me?” I ask, fighting to keep my voice steady. But inside, I’m a mess of excitement and nerves.
“Long enough.”
His voice is behind me. I instinctively turn to where I think he is in the room.
“Did I say you could move?” his voice comes sharply.
I freeze. My heart pounds. He’s not messing around.
I wait, not daring to move a muscle, hanging on his next words.
“The first rule of tonight is that you only move when I say you can. Do you understand?”
I start to nod, then realize it would be disobeying him. “Yes,” I say quickly. “I understand.”
His voice turns silky. “Good girl. Now, spread those legs wider. I want to get a better look at your delicious pussy.”
The words flood me with heat. This is different from the night at the club. Then, there was distance between us. The grille keeping him out of reach. Now, he’s so close he could touch me.
And we are alone.
I take a deep breath before slowly sliding my knees wider.
“Delicious,” the man murmurs. “You look so slick and juicy. Good enough to eat.”
My stomach twists.
Please. Yes.
I lift my hand and reach for the mask. “I could take this blindfold off and watch you,” I say, flirty.
He grabs my wrist. I gasp from the sudden contact.
“No.” His voice is as firm as his grip, a strong hand encircling my wrist. It doesn’t hurt, but keeps me in place. “That’s rule number two. If you take off the blindfold, then I walk out right now. Do you want that?” he demands, “Do you want this to stop?”
My heart is racing just from the simple touch. My body begs for more.
Hell no, I don’t want this to stop.
“No,” I whisper. “I’ll keep the blindfold on.”
He releases my wrist, stroking up my arm and across my back. I shiver, sparks flickering through my body as he slowly caresses down my spine.
“And what’s your safeword?” he murmurs.
“Peaches.” I blush.
“That’s right, darling. Because I’ve been waiting to touch this peach of an ass.”
He strokes over my bare ass cheek, squeezing and palming at the globe of flesh. I shudder. Damn, that feels good.
He chuckles.
“Darling, I haven’t even started yet. But you’re so ready, aren’t you? Tell me, are you wet?”
I gulp, my cheeks flushing.
“Yes,” I whisper, safe in the darkness.
“Damn right you are.” His voice is a growl of possession. “I bet you touched yourself, waiting for me. I bet you rubbed that tight little clit and fantasized about my cock fucking you, hard and deep and relentless.”
I stifle a moan. Fuck, his words are so dirty. So hot.
He squeezes my ass again. “Look at you, spread for me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I feel a glow.
He slides his hand lower, delving between my thighs. His fingertips slide lightly over my pussy, barely touching me at all. I can feel the slick heat as he rubs gently in my wetness.
“So wet,” his voice is approving. “Now let’s see if that sweet cunt tastes as good as it looks.”
I catch my breath as he pulls his hand away. Is he really going to--?
But when his touch comes a moment later, it’s against my mouth instead. His fingers, slick with my juices, slowly pushing into my lips.
Holy shit.
“Taste yourself,” he orders, sliding his fingers deep into my mouth. I shudder, licking them clean, tasting myself, sweet and tangy.
I suck his fingers hard, and hear him groan.
Good. I want to turn him on too, drive him half as crazy as he’s already making me.
“That’s enough, darling.” He pulls them out. I feel strangely empty.
He leans closer. I can feel the heat from his body, and the rasp of his voice as he whispers. “I’ve got plans for that beautiful mouth. You’re going to look so good choking down every inch of my cock.”
This time, I can’t hold back my moan.
He chuckles. “You like that, hmm? You want to suck my dick?”
“Yes,” I gasp, trembling with lust. I want to suck him, and fuck him. I want him driving deep, claiming every part of me. “Let me taste you. It’s my turn.”
“Not so fast.” He places one hand between my shoulder blades, holding me in place as his other hand caresses my ass. He lazily massages the cheeks, then glides lower to caress my inner thighs.
I shiver. His touch is light, too light, but it still feels so good.
“I’ve watched this body,” He strokes around and up the front of me, brushing over my clit in a whisper. I arch eagerly towards his hand but he’s already moved on, up my belly and over my tender breasts. “Watched the way you walk, the sway in these hips. Do you know how crazy you’ve made me?”
Not half as crazy as he’s making me right now. My skin is tight, sensitive, every nerve focused on his roving hands. I never know where he’s going to touch next, or how he’ll touch, hard or soft, swift or lingering.
It’s maddening, teasing me to the brink.
“And these breasts. Damn, these breasts are a fucking work of art.” He sweeps over my chest again, too soft. “They’ll look even better with my cum dripping off your nipples.”
I groan at the thought.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Just wait, I’m going to fuck that juicy mouth of yours and then paint your tits with my cum.”
He strokes again. I’m panting, needy, and just when I can’t take any more, he gives my nipple a sharp pinch.
Pure pleasure. I cry out.
He chuckles and gives another tweak, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers before he soothes the sharp ache with light swirling touches.
Holy shit.
The heat is unbearable, flooding my aching pussy. My nipples are so sensitive now that even the smallest graze of his fingertip drives me wild. Then he gives the tender skin another sudden, hard twist.
It’s too much. I pull back, whimpering in protest.
Suddenly, I feel a crack of pain on my bare ass.
SLAP.
Oww! The sting shocks me. I jolt forward, gasping for air.
“Rule number three,” he growls. “You take whatever I give you. No resistance. No complaints.”
My head spins. “But—“
“No complaints!” he cuts me off. “That was the deal you struck the moment you left that latch unlocked. Your body belongs to me now, up until the moment you use your safeword.”
My stomach twists with panic. I want him, but this is getting way too real.
Suddenly, I feel the heat of his body leaning over me again. He strokes my hair, such a tender gesture that it soothes my nerves. “Trust me,” he murmurs seductively. “I know how much you can take. I won’t hurt you.” He laughs softly, and I feel the rich warmth of his voice ripple through me. “Or when I do, only in a good way.”
My body tingles. I’m curious now, I want to see what else he has in store. He palms my breast and I press up into his hand.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
His touch moves lower, under the arch of my body and down between my thighs. “Yes,” I gasp, flooded with relief.
“What’s that, sweetheart? What do you need?” he murmurs, his fingers rubbing sweet, soothing circles around my clit.
Pleasure flows through me, too soft, but oh, so good.
“I need you,” I manage.
“Not yet, darling,” he murmurs. “You don’t want it enough.”
Like hell I don’t. My clit is throbbing from his gentle caress, and my pussy aches to be filled, pounded, fucked hard and deep.
I thrust against his hand, trying to speed his tortuous rhythm.
Another slap cracks against my ass.
Oww! I flinch in surprise and let out a yelp.
“Rule number one.” His voice is steely and dominant. ”Don’t fucking move until I tell you to move.”
I don’t have time to brace myself before he rains down a series of swift, sharp slaps.
I jolt forward, gripping the linens in both fists as his hand cracks against my bare ass. The impact stings, radiating into me, mingling with desire and pleasure as I gasp for air.
My head spins. My body clenches.
How does this feel so good?
“You follow my rules, or this is over.” He spanks me with a controlled rhythm, landing each blow in a different spot. The impact shatters through me, but then just as fast, it’s gone. “This is your final warning, Justine, do you understand?”
I gulp.
He spanks me again, harder. “Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes!” I cry, feeling the wetness of tears rolling down my cheeks. I’m in shock right now, but there’s a thrill to it, too.
How far will he push me?
What more will he do?
His hand stills, and then caresses me, soothing. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs approvingly.
My heart races. My whole body is on fire. His hand dips into my tight wetness, nudging against my core.
I moan.
“See, my sweet?” he whispers, rubbing gently around my clit. “I can show you the union of pleasure and pain. I can make your body feel things you never imagined.”
He spanks me sharply as his other fingers press up hard against my clit, and my body breaks apart, exploding in pleasure as a swift, sharp orgasm claims me.