3. Chapter 3
Chapter three
In less than an hour, I’d gone from wandering around searching for Socks to tied up and about to be blown.
As far as predicaments went, I could think of far worse.
Like the time my Auntie Pym got stuck in a vat of honeyshrew serum. It took six of us to pull her free, and she was bathing the substance off a week later.
Which was the last thing I wanted to think of when Kali was on her knees in front of me.
She prowled forward, her dark eyes flashing with heat.
My body trembled, still on edge from the way she’d teased me.
Apparently that had been attempted torture, but I’d always had a high pain tolerance, which had come in handy here.
“This what you need?” she asked as she undid the laces of my trousers.
They loosened, she yanked the fabric down to my thighs, and my skin prickled from the cool air.
My bare ass pressed against the hard surface of the seat.
I hoped I wouldn’t get splinters—those were a menace to get rid of.
My cock protruded, achingly hard and leaking pre-cum like it was my job.
She swiped at the tip with her thumb and brought it up to her lips to suck. A moan escaped me at the sight.
Kali was a gorgeous woman, all firm muscle with an air of danger I liked far too much. The smolder in her eyes, the sharpness of her features entranced me. The fact she was interested in me in the slightest blew my mind.
“You’re a wet little slut, aren’t you,” she purred, and I incinerated. Her smirk was scorching, and I squirmed in the seat, appreciating those bonds more than ever, so I didn’t slide right off the chair. She asked, “Where are you sensitive?”
“Fuck, everywhere,” I admitted, a flush rising to my cheeks. “You name it.”
“Ah, so here?” she asked, sliding her fingers past my balls to stroke at my taint.
A shiver raced through me, my body in overdrive, and she’d barely begun.
My cock gushed again, and she swiped at the liquid before guiding her fingers between my legs again.
The second they reached my hole, I let out a shout.
“I should’ve figured you’d be an ass slut. ”
“Yes,” I gasped out. “Please.”
“So polite,” she murmured as she slid her fingertip an inch in.
My hole sucked her in far too fast, as greedy as it was, and she glided it the rest of the way.
The rest of her hand was flattened between my body and the chair.
Except she didn’t need to pump into me. No, she curled her finger and stroked at my inner wall.
When she crooked the tip inside me, stars burst in my vision, and I gasped.
My legs trembled as she continued to stroke with a steady pressure, and I was grateful for the chair beneath me, as I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to keep myself up.
“Let’s see if we can coax some filthy sounds from you,” she said, pressing harder with the tip of her finger.
I didn’t hold back. I howled with pleasure, my whole body lighting up from her careful touches.
Her sultry scent wrapped around me, mingling with the must of the old floorboards, and I drank it in.
Strands of her hair drifted in front of her face as she continued to play with my hole, even though my weight had to be crushing her hand.
She didn’t seem to care in the slightest, a determination in the set of her jaw that was impossibly attractive.
My cock leaked again, the drop tickling as it trickled down my length.
I squirmed as she continued to lazily stroke at my prostate, sending bursts through me each time.
My toes curled, but I couldn’t do anything with how I was bound.
A delicious thrill rose inside me. My hands balled into fists, the bite of my nails into my palms elevating me even higher.
“So messy,” she said, eyeing the dribble down my length. “Are you always this wet, princess?”
Heat rushed through me, the hit of euphoria. We hadn’t talked terms or preferences yet, and I was fluid with gender, but she seemed to see me. I swallowed hard.
She arched her brow. “If you don’t like anything I’m doing or saying, tell me. It’d be a pretty shit apology otherwise.”
“Oh, no,” I stammered. “No, I really, really like that.”
“Figured,” she said, mischief dancing in her eyes. Ngh. “You have a princess look about you.” Then she stroked inside me again.
Bliss radiated through me, and I let out another keening cry, writhing on her palm.
Even if I wasn’t sitting, her calling me princess would bring me to my knees.
Maybe because I spent so much time out in the fields, maybe because I tended to tower over people—either way, I adored the term more than I could express.
She leaned down and licked the tip of my cock.
I almost bucked forward—except at the last moment remembered the bite of the ropes around me.
Kali licked again, the sensitivity even more enhanced from all the touches earlier—even if they weren’t meant sensually.
The slight sting of the bonds across my chest kept me on edge, and I loved how exposed I felt right now, how utterly at her mercy.
She thrust her fingers inside me again, touching right on that spot, and I immolated. Then she sucked on the tip of my cock, hard enough for a little spike of pleasure/pain, and I moaned.
“Slutty little princess likes pain, don’t you,” she purred.
I whimpered. Apparently I liked it far too much.
She gave another hard suck on the tip of my cock, and my eyes rolled back. Then she stroked inside me again, the alternating sensations overwhelming. I basked in the snugness of the ropes around me, in the comfort of being bound.
Then Kali opened her mouth and swallowed me down.
She took my whole length in her hot, tight throat, and my balls tensed, as if I might spill on the spot.
Once she began to bob up and down on my length, I tilted my head back and surrendered to the sensations.
She thrust her fingers inside me in tandem, a skillful grace to her movements that threatened to make me unravel.
She had a control that I felt at ease with, a competence that drew me in.
“Ngh,” I moaned, the sounds coming more garbled by the second.
Each stroke, each suck brought me higher and higher, the tension coiling inside me. I was going to burst, going to come in her mouth at any second.
My breaths came out faster, and sweat prickled on my forehead as she continued her sensual assault on my body.
I squirmed and writhed, and the ropes bit into my skin harder, elevating my need. My nipples were so sensitized, to the point of pain. They brushed against the fabric of my shirt, a constant distraction. If I didn’t come soon, I was pretty sure I’d pass out.
Some saliva dribbled down my taint, and unghhhh. The gush of it brought me even closer.
She sucked harder, then slammed her fingers back inside me, and that was all it took.
My balls drew up, and then cum shot out of me.
The orgasm rushed through me fast and fierce, causing the breath to seize in my throat.
Bliss carried me away, and I coasted on the sensation.
She continued to suck on my cock, swallowing my spend.
Then she stroked inside me again, and another orgasm spread through me, my hole spasming around their fingers.
The intensity spread, warmth suffusing all the way through my limbs.
A choked moan, an almost broken sound, escaped me, and I sailed on the wings of the long-awaited release.
She drew back from my cock, but her fingers kept thrusting inside me as the orgasm radiated through my whole body.
“Think that’s sufficient for an apology, princess?” she asked, an amusement in her tone.
“Can I taste you?” I asked, not ready for this to end.
“Mm, with lush lips like yours?” she said, her voice dripping with sensuality. “Wouldn’t be a hardship to ride your pretty face.”
“Ngh, yes, please,” I begged.
She rose from her crouch and wiped her swollen, glossy lips with her forearm.
Then she kicked off her boots and stripped out of her gray leggings to reveal thick, golden thighs that made my mouth water.
Her pussy looked fucking luscious, a shine at the lips that made it clear how wet she was, and a nest of black, trimmed curls graced the top.
“Why don’t we keep you tied up, princess,” she teased, a wicked grin curling her lips.
She sauntered toward me, then hoisted herself up on the chair, her feet resting on my meaty thighs.
I was more grateful than ever for the muscle from farm labor.
She still maintained her poise, her muscles all taut, and I was beyond impressed.
I licked my lips, need for a taste, to consume everything she was willing to offer bubbling inside me.
Then, Kali rested one hand on the back of the chair, and she brought the other one to the back of my head, shoving my face forward.
My mouth found her folds at once, all delicious and wet, and I stuck my tongue out and took my taste.
She was tart and sweet, and my mind reeled.
With the heat of her thick thighs around me and my face buried in her pussy, I floated in pleasure.
I licked and sucked at her folds as I explored with my mouth until I found the bundle of nerves at the top.
When I sucked hard, she let out a low groan.
Her husky, sensual voice was addictive, and I wanted to coax as many sounds as I possibly could from her.