Chapter 33 How did it taste…
How did it taste…
Delaney
It felt like my body was on fire as he fucked me harder than before. I rocked my hips into him deeper, wanting more, wanting to take all of him.
The grunts and moans escaping from his lips had me in a frenzy.
My mind fogged from the pleasure, I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the growing heat forming in my belly, my body tensed preparing for my release.
I didn’t know if I was supposed to wait for his permission or let go – but I didn’t care.
I threw my head back in complete ecstasy, chasing this intense ever growing need, finally releasing as I moaned, “oh god!”
He whispered in my ear, his muffled words pushing me over the edge.
“You pronounced my name wrong, Delaney – it’s Daddy.”
Just then it came crashing through me as my body exploded like an angry tidal wave finally nearing the shore.
From head to toe I shook underneath him, my body consumed by the complete euphoria of it all.
My orgasm surged through my body in waves as I felt my every muscle contracting and my back arching up off of the bed.
I felt my body give out after the intensity subsided and as exhaustion took over. His tattooed arm wrapped around my waist holding me in place as he thrusted one more time with a groan that forced its way from deep in his chest as he found his own release.
Still all the way inside of me, he dropped his head against my chest as we both fought to control our breathing, sweaty from our bodies moving together.
I wrapped my arms around his neck holding him close to me. I wanted to take off the blind fold and see the man behind the mask in this raw state of vulnerability, as we both laid there in each other’s arms.
I raised my hand but when my hand grasped the fabric, he stopped me. He held my hand in his and pressed his lips to my knuckles.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
I felt the mattress shift beneath me, the sudden loss of his warmth the only memory of his presence. I heard him turn the sink on in the bathroom then a few seconds later he was back on the bed pushing my thighs apart.
Oh my god he’s not gonna…
I jumped at the touch of his hand, I tried to close my thighs but he fought against it.
“Let me take care of you,” he ordered.
Suddenly my legs were spread wide open and he was wiping a warm cloth across my intimate places cleaning the mess he had just made.
I could have died. Right then.
When he finished, two seconds shy of not soon enough, he came to remove my blindfold. When my eyes readjusted to the light, he already had his reflective silver mask back in place over what I imagined to be a very handsome face.
I wish so badly that he’d let me see him…
* * *
My first blindfold experience had started hours ago, taking my sense of sight away but feeling every inch of Dallas’ muscular, tattooed body on top of me.
I loved every second of it. By not knowing where he would touch me next I felt that much more intensity in every sensation his touch sent through me.
I could still feel the pulse in my core where his girth stretched me more than I thought my body could handle, leaving a deliciously satisfying sting as a reminder of where he had been and now of his absence.
Dallas had something come up with the club so he was on the phone with Jacob and Miss Rice for at least an hour.
I wandered around the beach house, looking through things I probably shouldn’t have snooped in when I discovered a bag that I missed when I was unpacking.
I was excited when I found my writing journal one that had my name on it.
It was neatly situated at the bottom of the bag along with my favorite pen.
I recalled when I chatted with her briefly and mentioned my devotion to writing everyday in my black leather journal I keep at my bedside with my name on the front.
I told her probably as an overshare that sometimes I feel that journal understands me best and I often forget how important writing in it is for my overall happiness.
My dad got it custom-made for me as a going-away gift when I left for California. My heart ached as I thought of him and my mother.
I’ll have to thank Miss Kennedy for doing this. She’s really so thoughtful.
I grabbed a fluffy couch blanket from a basket that was displayed in the corner of the study and sat down in a recliner that was strategically placed facing the beach through a massive bay window. The sight was relaxing and lovely for a little journaling.
I was enthralled in my writing process, especially trying my hand at writing smut. I loved getting lost in the spicy plotline, writing the characters however I wished, and secretly hoping to make some of the scenes a reality someday.
“Writing about me?” Dallas breathed into my neck. I jumped, Startled by the deep voice that suddenly consumed the room. He chuckled playfully from behind his mask.
“Yes, kind of,” I turned my journal slightly closer to me so he couldn’t read any of the words.
“Mmm?” He questioned with intrigue in his tone. Not sure if he was really curious or just trying to humor me. I sneakily attempted a little white lie by suggesting I was only writing about our trip.
“Don’t lie to me, Delaney. You know what that bratty attitude will get you, sweetheart.” He walked over to the sofa and one by one wrapped his fingers around my neck, squeezing just enough to pique my interest.
“Go on, read it to me.” He demanded now, using a deep and assertive tone.
The distinct differences in his voice and his commands made it alot easier to differentiate what mood he was in, whether he wanted Sub Delaney or just me.
This tone was meant for Sub Delaney and it sent a chill of excitement down my spine as I pried my hands apart and opened my journal to the smut I never thought anyone else would see.
“When my lips part, his hand slowly slides down my belly and into my white skirt.”
I slowed down realizing I was diving head first into a super spicy scene. I sucked my bottom lip in through my teeth, heat rushing to my cheeks. He is about to know the unspoken fantasies that dance around my filthy mind.
“Keep going,” he demanded as he released my neck, running his fingers down to carefully trace my veins, slowly moving down my shoulder. I felt goosebumps rise on both of my arms beneath his touch.
“Wouldn’t you rather read it yourself, I mean I get more out of something when I read it myself and you…” I rambled hurriedly until I felt a tight squeeze from where his hand stopped.
“You better do what you are told, Delaney,” he said with a hiss.
His warning well taken, I cleared my throat and began reading.
As I read each line of my handwriting aloud I felt his hand slowly creeping toward my soaking pussy.
The way he teases me with just his touch makes me melt noticeably every time.
When I got to the very spicy parts, I paused to clear my throat, nervously pleading with my eyes.
“What happens next?”
I started reading again, my face covered with embarrassment and heat. I cannot believe I am reading this to him!
“How did it taste, you dirty little cum slut?”
I read each word slowly as I felt a new wave of arousal consume my body, recalling how Dallas called me his slut only a few nights ago while I had his huge cock in my mouth, delightfully ramming the back of my throat.
“Mmm you like that word, don’t you?” Dallas teased me just before he slipped his fingers underneath my panties and slid them both effortlessly inside of me.
My back arched at the sudden fullness I felt, and the sting from the soreness that lingered from this afternoon’s escapades.
“Keep reading,” he taunted as he slipped in and out, coating his fingers in my arousal.
I quickly found my place on the page and continued reading:
“He flicks his fingers across my clit deliberately, over and over,”
I moaned the words as Dallas slowly rubbed the pad of his thumb over my clit, mirroring the actions I was reading from my journal.
I bit my lip instinctively and closed my eyes. Dallas suddenly pulled his hand free and set it in his lap, leaving me to mourn the loss of his fiery touch. I open my eyes and look in his direction.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to. If you stop I stop. Understand?” Despite the authority in his tone I picked up a touch of humor behind his words.
He’s enjoying this.
Just as I started reading again I felt him move his hand back into place, filling me again with his two fingers and caressing my swollen nub with his thumb.
“Don’t make a sound,” he whispers. “Unless you want everyone to hear you moan my name.”
I let out another moan of my own when his movements quickened, his fingers sliding in and out of me as he simultaneously stimulated my clit. My pussy dripped uncontrollably all over his hands as he relentlessly fucked me with his fingers and I melted beneath his dominance.
I felt my orgasm threatening to explode. I pushed through the urge, trying so hard just to stay focused on my task of reading.
“His lips curled up into a smile,” I tried to keep reading the lines on the page, but suddenly the words were blurring the closer to the edge I found myself.
“Please…let me come.”
I read each word as if it were my own plea.
Dallas takes this opportunity to bring me to my own orgasm, thrusting his fingers faster and harder, the build up for my release was so fast I barely knew what was happening.
In seconds I was withering and shaking from the most intense full-body orgasm I ever had. Ever.
Wave after wave I came, soaking him and the blanket I was cuddled into.
My ears were ringing so loudly from the intensity of my release that I could barely make out the yummy, “good girl,” praise he sang to me in my ear that had me almost willing to go another round.
Almost.