Alex found me sitting in our dark hotel room, crying. He turned on the light and knelt next to me in the little hallway just inside the door, “I didn’t mean it,” I blurted out as I looked up at him. “That’s not what this trip was ever about, it’s just seeing a friend, it’s just…”
He leaned my head over onto his shoulder and rubbed my temple with his thumb. He knew I had a tendency to say hurtful things when I was feeling vulnerable. He accepted my quirks and understood my needs even if he didn’t necessarily like them.
He’d even gotten to a point where he was comfortable hurting me when it became obvious that if he didn’t then I would, and I didn’t always care if I survived such self-punishment.
His voice was a comfort to me as he whispered in my ear, “Do you want me to restrict you?”
I nodded without lifting my head from his shoulder.
He shrugged me off and helped me to my feet. I followed him to the bathroom where he dug through one of our travel bags and retrieved a long thin strip of leather. He stood behind me and wrapped the leather around my wrists, binding them tightly in a figure eight before securing the ends of the leather.
He stood me in front of the mirror above the sink and kissed my neck, his hand traveled down my chest as my sobs began to subside. He expertly slipped the buttons of my dress through the buttonholes until it lay fully open, exposing my light lacy bra and panties.
He lifted my face so my eyes gazed into the reflection of the mirror, his skin tone was much darker than mine. In fact, I was so pale I could have followed the shadow of his hand over my body in complete darkness. His deeply sun-kissed fingers groped and caressed me through the thin fabric that remained between us.
I squirmed and moaned as his breathing quickened and his touch became hurried and rough, pulling at my panties until they were askew. My reflection taunted us both with perky nipples no longer covered by fabric, arching back making my stomach taut and breasts rise with each breath, and legs slowly spreading open, inviting him to please use me.
He moaned in my ear as his cock throbbed through his pants and against my thigh. One of his hands gripped my throat and the other unfastened his fly hastily, allowing him to thrust into me from behind. He whined and I yelped, my legs weren’t quite open enough and he was met with some resistance preventing him from pushing much more than the tip of his cock into me.
He moved his hand down my chest and between my thighs, roughly lifting and maneuvering me to kneel on the edge of the bathroom counter, my knees on either side of the sink, digging into me in a rather painful but exquisite way.
A thick stream of clear fluid dripped from my cunt, down onto his cock waiting just beneath me. He positioned himself and rubbed his tip along my slit, a liberal coating of my lubrication coating him.
This time he entered me slowly, savoring the feel of my pussy stretching to accommodate him. I lowered my hips and he lifted his. He grunted as he bottomed out in me and I squirmed, pushing the head of his cock tightly to my cervix and rocking gently to allow him deeper without much pain for me.
My forehead rested against the mirror, taking some of my weight off of the sharp edge of the sink where my knees balanced. One of his hands gripped my thigh and the other fondled my clit as he rocked the head of his cock within me.
He always knew just what I needed.
He lifted me down from the sink, but kept my legs spread open so I could watch as his cock throbbed within me, he lifted me and lowered me, taking great care in ensuring I saw myself spreading open for him as the base of his shaft was much thicker than the head.
He held my weight easily, a dark purple line was starting to fill in, just above my shin and below my knee as he positioned me with my legs spread wide and my head resting back on his shoulder, eyes closed and trying my best to not squirm.
His thumb rubbed over my clit, back and forth, circling and pressing down until he was rubbing his cock through my flesh. I whimpered and lifted my hips but he pushed them back into the position of accepting him fully. I opened my eyes, looking up at him in wanton lust. He leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips. He pulled his cock free of me and I whined in protest as he let me slide down him until I rested on the floor.
He turned me to face him and placed his thumb on my lower lip, forcing my jaw downward. He looked much more determined and I knew this was a demand and not a suggestion, “Suck my cock, Jessica.”
I obeyed and lowered my mouth over him, my juices coated him and made it much easier to get his head down my throat with only the slightest gag. He moaned and thrust his hips at my face, fucking my tongue and throat as much as I was sucking him off. His hands gripped the back of my head and pulled me tightly to him, holding me still as I felt the warm spurts of cum sliding down my throat and settling in my stomach.
He pulled free of my lips before he’d finished and the last two spurts landed on my lips and cheek. He smiled, looking down at me, the slight marking of his cum on my gasping face seemed to make everything right in the world again for both of us.
He used his thumb and pressed the cum across my cheek and back towards my lips, I greedily sucked it from his thumb and he massaged my jaw as I knelt in front of him, nothing but adoration on my face as I looked up at him. He was looking towards the bathroom door and smiled, “I told you she wouldn’t notice you.”
[Old Friends-Pt 1: Truth or Dare] (https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a8k6f4/old_friendspt_1_truth_or_dare_no_sex/)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a8luz4/old_friendspt_2_restrictions_mf_couple_light
I didn’t see that twist coming at the end. Very well played! Love your writing.