The handcuffs clicked shut. She pulled against them, suddenly realizing that she couldn’t get free. Her heart beat into her throat, her breathing rapid now. She felt the quick release with her thumb. It was where she expected it to be. She calmed down a bit, settling in, only her hearing helping her now. She had never been blindfolded before, let alone gagged, let alone handcuffed. He had said it was better to go slow, but she wanted it all. Now.
The bed depressed by her leg, and she turned her face toward it, trying to see through the dark. Then it sprung back up. Where was he? She heard a zipper. His pants? Something dragged gently down her tummy. That had to be the flogger. She bucked her hips around, biting against the bandana gagging her. She pulled at her handcuffs again, her wrists together up above her head, cuffed around a bar in the headboard.
He kissed her cheek.
She turned her face toward him, feeling his hand move to her breast, over her bra, squeezing her gently. He kissed her neck on the opposite side now, then down to her collarbone. She breathed hard, able to feel his warmth just inches from her, able to hear his breathing.
His hand was removed.
The flogger smacked across her thighs. She moaned through her gag, pulling her knee up. His hand pulled her ankle back down, and she felt the bed depress between her legs now. His hands pushed her knees up, spreading her legs, and then the flogger cracked across her tummy.
“Fuck,” she tried to gasp, biting at her gag.
“Quiet now,” he said gently, his hand on her cheek.
She turned her face toward his touch, pressing her cheek into his hand. Then she felt his other on her throat, wrapping around her, not putting any pressure, but enough for her to feel closed in. She shifted around again, pulling at her handcuffs. Her thumb felt the emergency release again.
“You okay?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
His hand tightened, on her neck, just barely, his other hand moving to her clit now, pressing on her gently through her panties. She bucked her hips against his fingers, searching for him with her heels. She found him, pulling at his back. He grabbed her knees, pushing them together, up to her chest, releaseing her neck.
She moaned through gag again, pulling herself up toward the headboard by the handcuffs. The took her hips in one hand, pulling her back down, his thumb wrapping around to her opening, pressing on her through her panties again. She could feel her own wetness between her lips, her stomach fluttery.
His thumb moved from her opening, his hand disappearing. Then the flogger smacked across her hamstrings. Her calves and feet tensed, her whole body flinching. the flogger smacked again. She groaned into her gag, pulling at her handcuffs.
then he disappeared again, the bed raising up.
she looked around for him in the dark. her legs resting below her again, her hips restless. She heard the clink of his belt buckle, then another zip. Then his pants falling to the floor. She felt him climb on top of her, straddling her chest. The gag was pulled down from her mouth.
“Bryan,” she gasped.
He put his thumb in her mouth.
“Shh shh shh,” he said, his other hand on her cheek, cradling her as his thumb pressed in further. She closed her lips around him, sucking gently, her tongue tracing around his thumb slowly. She could taste herself on him. Was she really that wet already?
He pulled his thumb back, and she felt the tip of his dick replace it, his precum sticking to her lip. She lifted her head up, wrapping her lips around him, sucking at him gently, tasting his precum, feeling him grow harder.
His hand stayed on her cheek, cradling her, his other hand running through her hair. He twisted her hair into his fingers gently, squeezing, pulling her hair back gently, just firm enough for it to ache, withdrawing his dick from her mouth and pulling her head back, her neck arched. His hand moved down from her cheek to her neck squeezing gently.
“Bryan,” she managed to gasp again, her hips bucking around.
“Shh shh shh,” he repeated, pulling her hair slightly harder, his other hand moving from her neck back to her clit, starting to rub gently through her panties. She humped his hand.
His hand loosened on her hair, taking the back of her head gently now, pulling her face back up, his hardened dick pushing into her mouth now. She wrapped her lips around him, making her tongue soft and flat. His tip rested in her mouth, twitching slightly, his fingers on her clit growing firmer. She humped him harder.
She could feel her orgasm building, her breathing coming choppier, tenser, her stomach starting to tighten, and then-
His hand was gone from her clit, then the gag was in her mouth again. She bit down against it, squirming around.
she felt him sit up a bit. Reaching for something? A switch clicked, and then a buzzing sound.
The vibrator rested at the very top of her clitoral hood, just out of reach of her clit, teasing her. She moaned into the gag again, bucking her hips around. One hand tightened around her throat again, the same as before, more claustrophobic than actually choking.
The vibrator moved around in a circle, across her lips, pausing just under her clit now, through the fabric of her panties. She bucked harder, her orgasm waiting, just over the horizon.
“What do you want?” he asked teasingly, calmly.
“I want to cum,” she tried to answer, her words stifled by her gag.
“I didn’t catch that,” he responded, his hand tightening ever so slightly.
She bent her head back, her eyes squeezed shut now, despite the blindfold, the vibrator sliding up onto her clit now, resting gently, no pressure at all.
She bucked her hips around, and then it pressed into her.
She came immediately, her entire stomach convulsing, her legs flailing around, her arms pulling at her handcuffs.
“There’s my girl,” he said, shifting the vibrator down then back up a few times, bringing her orgasm out in waves. At last it subsided, and she lay trying to catch her breath. The gag was removed from her mouth and she lay panting, her legs restless.
She felt him climb between her legs. She felt her panties slide off of her.
And then his tongue was on her.
“Wait,” she gasped, her clit too sensitive.
“Wait stop,” she gasped again, his tongue starting to move in circles, two fingers pushing inside her. “I can’t, you can’t, I–” she begged, the feeling too much. She toyed with the safeword in her mind. It started to form on her lips, but she held it back.
His other hand moved up to her breasts, sliding under her bra, pinching her nipple. The safeword formed on her lips again. It was too much. But she held it back.
His tongue was moving up and down now, curling up from under her clit, the tip, straight into her, his fingers inside her pulling at her g spot now.
“I’m too–” she started again. His hand tightened on her breast.
“Bryan–” she started again. His hand slid out of her breast and up to her neck again, squeezing gently. His fingers inside her had synced with his tongue, pulling at her g spot, his tongue working up from under her clit.
She could feel another orgasm building, her hips bucking around, her whole body tense this time, her breathing caught in her throat.
This time there was no teasing. He brought her right through her climax, his hand relaxing as it began, slightind down so it was resting just over her collarbone, pressing her shoulders into the bed, pinning her chest down, but not pressing on her neck.
As her orgasm subsided, her whole body shaky now, she felt his hand leave her chest, his fingers sliding out of her pussy gently, trailing up over her clit, making her flinch one more time, before being removed. Then she felt her handcuffs removed, and then the blindfold.
He was above her now, his face more handsome than ever, his eyes suddenly full of care, full of kindness. She pulled at the back of his neck, bringing his face to hers, her heels wrapping around to the backs of his thighs.
His lips pressed into hers, gently, parting them ever so slightly, the tip of his tongue brushing her, the wetness of their mouths mixing. Then he kissed her cheek, her nose, her forehead. His hand cradled her face, and she reached between his legs, pulling at his dick, trying to move him to her opening.
His mouth was on hers again, a soft kiss, then another, then another, each a bit firmer, each a bit more tongue. His hand had slid back to ther corner of her haw, his fingers around the back of her neck, his thumb just in front of her ear, his dick resting against her clit now. She bucked her hips gently. His othe rhand move down to her hip, holding her gently, pulling her up into him, his dick sliding up and down between her lips.
Then he turned her over.
She burst into giggles at the suddenness of his movement, the strength of his hands.
He pulled her hips back and up, his other hand on the back of her neck, pressing her down into the mattress. She felt him at her opening. She felt him push in. She gasped, struggling with his size even now after a dozen times together. He began thrusting into her, gently, working in a fraction of an inch further with every thrust.
Her breathing picked up, her face still pressed into the mattress, her butt in the hair, reaching back between her legs and starting to play with herself again.
His thrusting picked up, his tip starting to press against the back of her pussy with every stroke now, his hips coming alive, feeling the strength of his movements through through her whole body. He fucked her, harder and harder, one hand on her hips for leverage, his other pressing her neck into the mattress.
She started to lose her breath now, his pace picking up, his dick hitting the back of her pussy with every thrust now, painful but exhilarating. His hand moved up from her neck to her hair, wrapping her hair up, pulling at it, pulling her all the way up onto her elbows, fucking her fast now. She could feel him starting to swell, and then suddenly he pushed her forward again, collapsing on top of her.
His hand shifted forward from her hair, around to the front of her neck, squeezing her gently. His other hand shifted around under her, replacing hers on her clit. He laid on top of her, thrusting slowly now, intentionally, pulling out till just his tip was inside her with every stroke, before pushing in gently, his tip rubbing past her g spot, his fingers on her clit steady, firm, rubbing in circles.
“Cum for me,” he whispered in her ear, his voice gruff. His body heavy on top of her.
She just nodded, already feeling another orgasm beginning to build.
He continued, the same pace, the same motion, the tip of his dick on her g spot, his fingers on her clit, until at last she finished. It was deeper and warmer this time, her body relaxing under him.
He pulled out gently, turning her over under him. She opened her legs, her lips finding his, his tip settling against her opening, him inside her again. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles hooked together, his thrusting slow but deep now, pushing her into the mattress. She became aware of the creaking of the bed for the first time, steady, longing, complimented by the soft sounds of their kisses.
She felt him begin to swell again, his pace picking up, his thrusts coming harder again.
He finished inside her, his lips on hers, their tongues together.
“How was that?”
He asked, kissing her cheek softly.
“I’m yours.”
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