Room 832 – Part 2 [Oral] [Masturbation] [Sorta MDom] [Light Bondage-y ness]

https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d69jvo/room_832_part_1_mf_oral_sorta_mdom/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share (Part 1, sorry on mobile, terrible formatting)
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I turn to glance at you, but don’t question you. Your tone is low, almost a growl in my ear, and I know that if I question you or respond with the slightest bit of my usual sass, I’ll earn a couple smacks on my ass if I do. So instead, I walk towards the bed, turning to face away from you, and start to undress. I take my hair down from its clip, ruffling it lightly with my fingers to loosen the curls, and pull my shirt off. I let it drop from my fingers, it forming a puddle at my feet.

I look over my shoulder back at you and you’re leaning against the wall, arms crossed over your bare chest, boxers back on, watching me with an amused expression. “Well go on Kisunya.” You murmur, and instantly my cheeks go warm. I roll my shoulders and push my pants off of my hips, revealing black lace across my hips and ass. I bend and finish removing them and they, too, fall in a puddle at my ankles.

I turn and meet your gaze fully, hesitating at the end of the bed. You don’t move, but you quirk an eyebrow at me expectantly. “Do you want me face down or up?” I barely manage, the words getting lost in my throat before I can utter them.

You cup your chin with your hand and stroke your beard thoughtfully, “face up for now.” You let the ‘for now’ hang in the air between us and I nod, crawling on the bed. I lay back against the pillows, my hair fanning out around me and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly, trying to still my racing heart.

“You’re far too stressed,” you muse aloud, drinking in my figure against the sheets as you leave your post against the wall, striding towards the bed. You pause and look at the toys I had laid out previously, picking up the eyeblind with deft fingers.

I am watching you from the bed, of course you’d go with the eyeblind first. As you turn to face me, a mixture of lust and mischief written all over your expression, I barely manage, “Stressed? Nah.”

You click your tongue but don’t say anything, a small smirk forming on your lips. Instead of chastising me for my fib, you sit on the edge of the bed and curve your finger into a come hither motion at me.

My breath hitches, but I sit up and scoot closer to you. My cheeks are burning and I fidget, bringing my hands to soothe them to no avail.

You cup my cheek with tender fingers, brushing your thumb over my cheekbone and look at me tenderly. At this point, I’m beginning to question how you are maintaining your composure. You are so measured, so collected… It leaves me breathless, it has from the start.

I glance at you from under mascara’d lashes and bite my lip. You lean in, kissing my cheek lightly and murmur in my ear, “uh uh, don’t need you bruising that lip. That’s my job.” You trace the outline of my lips with your thumb and lean back again, admiring the effect your words have had on me: My cheeks are almost uncomfortably hot at this point and I moan softly, leaning into your touches. “You trust me, right?” You ask, kind of like a ‘last chance’, holding my gaze.

I nod, “With everything.”

You slip the eyeblind over my eyes and even though I knew it was coming, I still gasp at the sudden darkness. You guide me back to my original spot on the bed and gently push me back against the pillows.

His point of view….
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With the blindfold on you, I stand back with my arms crossed and admire your body. Your chest rises and falls more quickly than usual and I can tell just how wound tight you are. Your nipples are pert and I drag a fingertip over the pierced one. You gasp a moan and your fingers catch the edge of a pillowcase. Smirking and wordlessly, I pick up a pair of the handcuffs and sit back on the edge of the bed, close to you.

You turn in my direction and I lean in, your perfume making my head hazy with lust. Kissing up your arm, I inhale deeply and kiss the tattoo on your collarbone. You wiggle a bit, but I catch your hair and bare your neck to me while I kiss from your collarbone up your neck. With each kiss, you moan softly and your toes wiggle for a few seconds before you try to still them.

I take your wrist in my hand and caress your palm. Reactively, you curl your fingers and relax them. You gasp when the cool metal closes around your wrist and I worry momentarily that I might have caught your skin while clicking the handcuff closed. The headboard has a single gap and within it, a way to handcuff your wrists to the headboard. Uncommon for hotels these days, but it works in the moment. I loop the other cuff so that it holds your wrists over your head and click that cuff into place as well.

“Comfortable?” I ask, taking in your elongated form: your wrists are held over your head by handcuffs and I can’t help but to think of all the ways I will make you moan.

You shift, the handcuffs clanking against the bedframe, but ultimately nod. “I do love a comfortable bed”

I grin, “unfortunately, no time for rest now. I can’t imagine you’re too comfortable given the state of things.”

You shrug your shoulders, but I don’t give you much of a chance to respond. I drag my fingertips down your side and then back up, watching your expression while I do so. Your expression remains mostly unchanged, so I stop what I’m doing and re-start.

I move from the tips of your toes, up your thighs, ignoring the lace at your hips and move to circle your breasts one at a time. Your nipples are hard and I take advantage of this by taking one in between my teeth. This gets a soft, albeit alarmed cry from you. I smirk against your skin, your moans music to my ears.

I continue to gently lick and suck on your nipple, occasionally taking it back between my teeth before I move to the pierced one. It’s no different to me, but your breath catches a lot more and you are more vocal. While I give your pierced nipple attention, I occasionally roll the other between my thumb and index finger, this provoking even more of a response from you. Your toes wiggle and you continue to moan, more frequently now.

I slowly start kissing my way from your chest and down your stomach until I get to your panties. I hesitate momentarily, but ultimately bypass them entirely and instead move to your feet. I grab hold your foot in my hand and kiss the top of it, moving my kisses painfully slow up your calf and thigh. I linger, kissing the small strawberry birthmark on your thigh for a few moments before I stop and start this process with your other leg.

When I reach your thigh again, I spread your legs and start to kiss and bite along your inner thighs while rubbing my hand over the front of your panties.

“Please…” You moan softly.

“Hmmm?” I kiss the front of your panties and you wiggle under my grasp.

“Touch me,” your lip quivers and I can tell you have swallowed your pride to ask this of Me.

“I have been touching you,” I smirk, laying another kiss on the front of your panties. This yields a frustrated moan from you, but you don’t argue. I trace deft fingertips along the lace and hook a finger underneath, “lift your legs for me, Love.”

After a few heartbeats, you comply, crossing your ankles and lifting your legs. I slowly pull your panties off and grin. They’re wet and I can smell you on them. You smell intoxicating and I need to taste you.

Her Point of View…
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You spread my legs and rub your hands methodically up my inner thighs before licking right between my pussy lips. I can’t contain my moans anymore, I roll my hips, but you pull back with a disappointed tsktsk. Your continued exercise in self control is fraying my lust addled mind.

The bed shifts as you move and you murmur in my ear, “Little eager, aren’t you, Kitten?” I turn towards the sound of your voice, but before I can say anything you rub my clit in small circles.

Any response I had gets lost in the warmth that is flooding my body and I gasp. You slowly slip a finger between my lips and curl it into that same come hither motion from earlier. It feels heavenly and I moan.

You kiss me deeply and add another finger, finger fucking me. Our tongues twine, but I sigh and gasp against your lips and start to feel my orgasm build, just as I’m right there, you withdraw your fingers and I curse at you softly.

“Fuck, please. I was so close!” I whine pulling at the handcuffs and even though I am blindfolded, I know you’re smirking at me, at my need.

You don’t say anything, instead tracing your gooey fingertips along my bottom lip before letting me taste myself on you. I am somehow earthy, musky and sweet. You kiss me, growling against my lips, and then pull away to start kissing down my front again.

This time, you don’t hold back. You lick along my slit and use your thumb to rub my clit while you do. I roll my hips and this time you don’t punish me for it, instead licking and sucking with reckless abandon. I was already so close to orgasm that this leaves me breathless as I don’t want you to stop, I don’t want to cum, yet.

You, however, have other ideas and continue to lick and suck fervently, teasing curses from my lips while I struggle to be free. I want to touch you and draw my nails down your shoulders, run my fingers through your hair, but I cannot.

Finally, I cum and I moan loudly as I do. You gently slow your kisses, and move to kiss my lips and I kiss back, kissing you deeply. You pull back and slowly remove the eyeblind.

You’re grinning at me and drag a fingertip over my cheek, admiring your work. You have the handcuff keys in your hand and lean over me, undoing my wrists. “Let’s get you out of these, hmm?”

TO BE CONTINUED.
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All feedback welcome, I’m working on keeping my tenses straight and not being repetitive with phrasing

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