Look But Don’t Touch #6
They didn't need the rules anymore; the psychological obsession had completely taken over.
Felicity had texted Mike a single message that afternoon: “Tonight. My bedroom. Bring your handcuffs.”
When Mike arrived, the front door was unlocked.
He walked through the quiet apartment straight into her bedroom.
The space was bathed in a deep, heavy red light from a smart lamp on her nightstand.
Felicity was lying in the center of her mattress, her dark hair splayed wildly over the white pillows.
She was wearing a black silk blindfold and nothing else.
Her hands were stretched above her head, already loosely locked into the heavy metal handcuffs attached to her headboard.
"Mike," she whispered, her voice a ragged, breathless purr the moment she heard his heavy boots on the hardwood. "I know the week is up. But I don't want your cock inside me yet. I want the ultimate version of the game. I want to hear you, I want to feel your breath, but we do not touch."
Mike stood at the edge of the bed, his chest heaving under his black shirt. His cock was a rock-hard, throbbing iron rod inside his jeans, leaking a massive puddle of pre-cum that was soaking through his underwear.
"You're a literal sadist, Felicity," Mike growled, his voice thick with raw, dangerous hunger.
"I'm your slut," she corrected, shifting her hips.
She spread her legs completely wide, lifting her knees and pinning her heels into the mattress.
Without her sight, her other senses were entirely hyper focused.
Her pink pussy was swollen, bright pink, and completely drenched, her horny juices glistening like oil under the heavy red light, running down the dark crease toward her asshole.
Mike didn't say a word. He stripped his clothes off in three frantic motions, kicking his boots and jeans aside.
His thick, purple shaft sprang free, veiny and pulsing violently to the rhythm of his racing pulse.
He crawled onto the mattress, positioning himself directly between her spread thighs, but he kept his torso elevated on his hands, his hot chest hovering barely an inch above her bare stomach.
"I'm right here," Mike rasped, leaning down so his hot breath brushed against her wet pussy lips. "Look at what you're doing to me."
"I can smell you," Felicity whimpered, her hips lifting instinctively, trying to find his meat, but finding only empty air. "Oh God, Mike, please. Start stroking it. Let me hear it."
Mike gripped the base of his shaft with his right hand, closing his strong fingers tightly over the hot, veiny meat.
He began a fast, brutal stroke, the raw, heavy sound of his hand pumping his dick filling the quiet bedroom.
He watched her hand twitch against the metal cuffs as she reached down with her left hand, her manicured fingers diving directly into her soaking wet pussy.
Squelch. Squelch.
The wet, sloppy friction of her self-abuse was incredibly loud in the red glow.
Felicity shoved three fingers deep inside her tight, dripping hole, pumping them in a frantic, wild rhythm while her thumb aggressively pinched and rolled her engorged clit.
She was completely devoured by the sound of his heavy breathing and the rhythmic friction of his hand right above her face.
"Stroke it faster, Mike! I'm thinking about your thick cock stretching my pussy out!" she screamed, her back arching completely off the mattress, her tits bouncing wildly. "I'm gonna cum! I can't hold it anymore!"
"Cum for me, you beautiful little slut! Rub that pussy hard!" Mike roared, his stroke accelerating into a lightning-fast, punishing blur. The veins on his forearms bulged as he focused entirely on the sight of her pussy lips clamping down on her own fingers.
Felicity went into a total, violent convulsion. She gave her clit one final, brutal roll, her mouth opening in a silent, shattered scream as a massive, milking orgasm ripped through her, sending fresh torrents of wetness spraying out across her thighs.
The sight of her ultimate surrender pushed Mike completely past the brink. He gave three more desperate, heavy pumps, his body locking up as his climax hit like a tidal wave.
He pulled his hand back at the last millisecond, letting his cock violently erupt.
A thick, hot rope of white cum blasted through the red light, shooting across her stomach and splashing directly onto her chin and lips.
Two more powerful, heavy ropes followed, splatting across her neck and full breasts, coating her skin in a thick, messy layer of hot cream.
They both collapsed into the pillows, their breathing ragged and heavy in the quiet aftermath, the room smelling richly of raw cum and pussy juice.
Mike leaned down, gently untying her blindfold.
Felicity opened her hazel eyes, blinking up at him through the red light, a completely dazed, deeply satisfied smile on her face as she looked at the thick white cream dripping down her chest.
The game was over, and they had both won.
Get comfortable.
You're exactly where you're supposed to be. Leave your distractions behind and surrender to the fantasy waiting on the next page.