Chapter 14 – Dahlia #2
“Please,” I breathe, twisting around, wishing my hands were free so I could grab his head and push his mouth into me harder, wishing I could watch. It’s painful.
“So polite,” he says pulling away for a moment, then dropping his mouth to my cunt again and I’m not expecting the long slow lick he gives me, the sensation making me cry out, the pleasure so intense. I feel like I might come just from that one hard pass of his tongue.
“Oh God,” I moan. I’m going insane.
It takes a few more minutes of torturously soft licks and kisses before he finally adds his fingers, sliding deep inside me, the burn and stretch more delicious than I remembered.
He presses his fingers against the wall of my G-spot, his mouth coming back to my clit.
He sucks on the sensitive flesh and pulls at it with his teeth, the sharp pinch of pain making me whine.
I can feel a wave of pleasure building inside me and it’s so intense that I don’t know how I’ll make it without going insane
“Please,” I whisper again, feeling wild and lost, so beyond my control. “I’m so close. Keep doing that, please.”
“Don’t come until I tell you,” he says, sliding his mouth away and adding a third finger. “You don’t want to be a bad girl, do you?”
I don’t fucking know at this point, I’m not sure what the hell kind of punishment he would dole out to a bad girl if he does this to a good one.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him, my hips trying to thrust up, my feet curling against the bed. “Please. Please, more, I’m so close.”
“Not yet, my dove,” he murmurs, slowing his pace, his fingers circling slowly inside me. “Not until I let you.”
“But I can’t hold on,” I cry out, feeling tears of frustration as I approach the edge again and again.
“I want you to come on my lips and then I want you to come on my cock,” he says and then sucks at my clit until I’m bursting, my orgasm pulling me apart.
“Fuck!” I come hard, the world going white—white heat, white explosions, white waterfalls, white stars and I feel him move, his body shifting, and then he’s on top of me and it’s his cock that fills me instead of his fingers, shoving his hard, stiff length deep inside me while I’m writhing.
His weight is heavy, pushing me into the bed and I’m coming around his cock now, pulsing around his shaft.
I feel his cheek slide against mine and his mouth on my ear, smell his breath of peppermint and espresso, feel it on my face.
He’s doing this slowly, fucking me with careful deliberation, and igniting my inner fire, keeping it smoldering so I can’t go out.
Every slow thrust of his cock inside me makes me more desperately crave the next, I feel like I’m getting fucked by a phantom, all this darkness around me.
“You want to keep going until you’re raw and you can’t feel a thing anymore?” he whispers against my ear. “You want to keep fucking me until you won’t be able to walk straight? Until you’ll think about my cock between your legs every time you sit down?”
I’m close again, so close it’s agony.
“Yes,” I moan, my hips lifting to meet his every thrust. He’s smirking against my ear, his breath warm and wet. “I want you to come inside me.”
“I am going to come inside you,” he says, his voice like warm honey. “My first load will be in your cunt and then the next will be in your ass and then the rest will be coming out of your mouth.”
Dear lord. What did he say? My eyes spring open against the blindfold, but of course I see nothing.
“But first, I’m going to make you see the universe,” he says, and I feel him shift over me, his hand going to my throat. “You know I could damage your windpipe if I press right here,” he says as he presses his palm down on my trachea.
I instantly panic, starting to squirm, pulling at the restraints above my head, my fight-or-flight instantly triggered.
“I could cause some serious damage,” he goes on and I’m gasping, freaking out at the pressure, knowing he could easily kill me right now with just one wrong slip, there’s so much power in his hands.
I start to kick now, wanting him off of me, but he just continues to drive his cock deep inside, in and out, in and out.
He takes his hand off and I’m gulping for air, my throat throbbing just from that bit of pressure.
“The best place is here,” he says, bringing his hand back, but this time he puts the pressure on his thumb and fingers, his palm resting lightly against my trachea.
“On the two arteries. The squeezing causes the reduction of oxygen to your brain. Not a lot, just a little. Like so.”
His fingers and thumb press into my neck as he continues to fuck me, the pace picking up. I shudder, and I can hear my breath coming in short panting noises, but I feel like it’s from somewhere else, like I’m someone else, watching.
“First you start trembling,” he says, his cock slowly fucking me, driving me crazy as he sinks in so damn deep, his thumb and fingers lightly pressing in until he’s full on choking me.
“You’re not sure why you have the shakes, but then you realize it’s because you can’t catch a breath.
The shock of it makes your body seize, like a strong electric current. ”
The pressure is starting to make my head feel foggy and I’m struggling to breathe through my nose. My throat is closing and I can’t seem to control it. Oh god, I might pass out.
“You start shaking,” he says through a ragged breath, thrusting into me deeper, faster, and the pressure on my throat intensifies. “Maybe you’ll tap me on the shoulder to get me to stop, but you can’t because your hands are tied to the bed. So then I let go for a moment.”
He lets go of my throat and I gasp for air, filling my lungs as much as I can as adrenaline and endorphins start to flood my body, making me feel alive.
“Yes,” he hisses. “You feel that. The oxytocin. That wave of pleasure,” he reaches down and rubs his finger along my clit and the pleasure is so intense I feel like I’m going to suffocate.
There’s no warning this time. I come hard and then he’s choking me again, pushing up so deep inside me I feel like I’m filled to the brim with his cock, his weight pushing me into the bed.
I can’t think, I’m just gasping for breath and then I’m coming again somehow, the muscles in my pussy going tight, squeezing his shaft.
He slides his hand from my throat up to my mouth and pushes two fingers between my lips and over my tongue, pressing down.
I can taste the salt and musk of our bodies, the orgasm still rolling through me as I suck at his fingers, pulling them deep into my mouth, my body shuddering, convulsing.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Sucking like a good girl…oh God…”
His voice trails off, growing thick with lust and his breath gets shorter and raspier as he pounds into me, the bed jostling from the frenzied strength of his fucking.
Suddenly his hips slam once, twice and he stills and I wish I could see him as he comes. The way his head goes back, his throat exposed, the way his mouth falls open. He lets out a long, deep groan that makes my body shiver, a primal sound that makes up for the fact that I can’t watch.
Then he pulls out, his cum splashing hot on my thighs, and then I’m being flipped over, my hands pulled tighter to the bed now as the rope twists. He shoves his hand under my stomach and yanks my ass up so I’m on all fours.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he rasps, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of my hips. “Do you want me to be done with you?”
“No, my lord,” I say, and it hurts to speak, my throat feeling raw.
“I promise to take my time,” he says, voice dipping, growing rougher, and he brings his hands to my ass.
He runs his fingers over my cheeks, down where his cock was just inside me, tracing the line of my slit and I squirm under his touch, moaning as he spreads me with one hand. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, my lord.”
He chuckles, sounding satisfied and then there’s a pause before…
WHACK.
He spanks me hard, his hand like a whip.
I cry out, I can’t help it.
My skin feels like it’s on fire as he strikes me, his hand coming down on my ass again and again, each slap harder than the last, growing hotter and hotter. My whole body jerks at each blow, the rough rope biting into my wrists, making my chest ache, my breasts jiggling.
Then I feel him get off the bed, the sound of him walking across the room, and a drawer opening and I hold my breath to focus better. Is he getting a condom? We hadn’t been using one. But then I hear the click of a cap, then a loud squirt and I know he’s probably grabbed a bottle of lube.
Which means he wasn’t kidding about what he said earlier.
The bed dips down again and he’s right behind me.
I can feel him over my body, his breath on my back, and then he’s pressing against me, the tip of his cock right against my ass.
I feel his slick hand slide between his cock and my skin, making himself wet, then he pulls back just a little, adjusting himself behind me.
I gasp when I feel it, the thick head slipping inside and I make a soft noise as he pushes, inch by slow inch, filling me up in a way that I hadn’t even imagined.
I’m so slick from the lube but it still takes a minute for him to get all the way into my ass, and I’m stretched wide around his thick shaft, the head of his cock hitting deep inside me.
“Oh my god,” I moan. I can’t even describe it.
And I can feel him watching. He says nothing, lets me feel his eyes on me instead, no doubt drawn to where his cock disappears inside me. I just hear his heavy breathing, his breath ragged and slow.