[M/f] [BDSM] Bound and Taken

Chest rising and falling, the tight pull of ropes around my wrists and ankles increased the fluttering sense of deep anticipation within my torso. Attempting to move and free myself, it quickly became clear there wasn’t any means of escape; a small (yet pleased) grunt slipping out unintentionally in response.

As if on queue, a low tutting sound from behind me signalled that there was another person present. Breath catching in my chest, I tilted by head in an instinctual reflex only to be met with a wash of blackness from the blindfold over my eyes obscuring the world.

“Well what do we have here?” a husky voice growled, the proximity closer than had been expected as a rough hand weaved into the base of my hair; yanking my face upwards inciting a cry of surprise. The cool surface of the ground against my bare skin was tipped away as my body became forced into an upwards kneeling position with a rough pull. *Fuck fuck fuck.*

A jolt of thrilling energy pulsed through me, a soft whimper escaping pressed lips as the rhythmic pounding of my heart threatened to overwhelm my eardrums. Foreboding and loud.

“Are you going to be a good little whore?” the masculine voice cooed, a palm making purchase against my cheek with a light sting that sent my face to the side. Trembling with a nod of my head appeared to appease him, an intelligible noise of approval echoing off the walls of the unknown space before a set of fingers forced my lips apart. 

Caught off guard as he slipped into my now open mouth, a quick inhale of air failed as my gag reflex activated in response to the applied force. Throat convulsing against the overwhelming presence, my eyes began to water behind the fabric; helpless as the stranger continued to thrust further. The slick warmth of his cock glided across my tongue one last time before the guiding hand on the back of my head gripped tighter. “You can do better than that you worthless slut.” 

Feeling a rushing sense of desperate energy, I tilted upwards on my knees for a better angle, moving my lips over his firm skin with added tension. The tip of tongue swirled at the end of each movement back, flicking over the ridge of his frenulum to the head. Hearing the heated breathing above me fueled the fire burning deep within my stomach, feeling myself grow wetter with each passing second.

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(( This is my first piece! I am open to continuing this, or taking feedback if you have any! I generally write in third person so it was fun to play around with a first person perspective. Thank you for reading!! ))

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gw8983/mf_bdsm_bound_and_taken