June 3, 2022 #3
“Good girl.” He said as he grabbed the back of my neck gently and traced the outline of my face with his thumb.
His fingers brushed across my lip, then he leaned down, and our mouths connected.
His lips were soft; the kiss was gentle yet dominant.
I struggled to stay on my feet. His hand went from the back of my neck to the front; he gripped my neck firmly, causing me to clench my thighs.
We stood there wrapped in each other, his hands on my neck and mine awkwardly at my side. The way he kissed me made me shiver. When he pulled apart from me, I took a pause for a beat afterward with my eyes closed before I opened them to see the satisfied look on his face.
Then he slowly undressed me but left on the stockings and the heels, taking in every inch of my body with an intensity so deep that it made me self-conscious, but I shouldn’t have been. Because he was more admiring than critiquing.
He grabbed my hand and guided me over to this chair. It was similar to a massage chair in that your arms and legs sat in cushions. But it wasn’t for massages, because this chair had straps dangling from it.
“Have a seat in the chair.” He said.
I sat down in the chair and placed my arms and legs on the cushion of it. My legs were spread apart wide, and my pussy was wet and on full display. He knelt in front of me and licked his lips like he couldn’t wait to get to his meal.
By then, my breathing had evened. As soon as I relaxed, it spiked again once he was about to strap me into that chair.
“Dinero,” I called out abruptly. “I’ll sit in the chair, but I don’t want to be strapped in.” I was still skeptical.
His eyes came up from my middle to my face with a frown. “I need you to trust me. What we’re doing takes trust. Have you thought of a safe word?” He asked.
“No,” I admitted.
“We need a safe word.”
“The safe word is stop.” I said in a “well duh” kind of way.
He laughed.
“No, that’s not it. What’s a food that you hate?” He questioned.
“Tacos.”
He laughed again. “Fine. Taco is the safe word. If you say Taco, all play will stop immediately with no questions asked.”
I nodded.
“Now, I’m about to strap you in for the sensation that it’ll give you. If you feel uncomfortable while strapped, say "Taco," and I’ll let you out. Okay?” He questioned.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He praised me for remembering to use my words as he kissed the tip of my nose and began to strap me into the chair, one extremity at a time.
Once I was fully strapped, he went over to this cabinet and opened a package. He came back and pulled up a chair in front of me.
He grabbed a remote from the table near us and pressed it.
A timer came on with ninety minutes on the clock, and the way I started laughing broke the seriousness of the moment and made him laugh too.
It was a nervous laugh, but I was still amused by the fact that this man really was going to put his money where his mouth was.
“When I put these clamps on your nipples, the timer starts. Every time you orgasm, I want you to count it out for me until we get to five. Do you understand?” He demanded.
“Yes,” I said.
“Good girl.” He said as he took the second nipple clamp out of the package.
He pressed a button on the chair that slid me forward, then adjusted only my lower half so he was sitting between my legs.
He gripped my waist and then leaned back into my mouth.
I parted my lips for him; his tongue slipped into my mouth, and the way ours danced caused a moan to escape from both of our mouths at the same time.
He reached over and pressed the remote to start the timer.
He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, then he replaced it with the clamp.
I hissed as it covered my nipple, the stinging sensation making me quake.
Then he did the same to the other nipple- licked it, then placed the clamp over it.
He sucked on my neck, gripping the top of my ass with his hand. With the other hand, his fingers met my center. I threw my head back and moaned at his touch.
“You’re so wet.” He groaned.
He took his hand from between my legs and then brought it to his mouth and tasted me.
“Fuck.” He said, gripping himself through the fabric of his pants.
In an instant, he put his fingers back at my center and flicked my clit.
His tongue slid across my skin; my hips involuntarily moved back and forth, chasing the feeling brewing in the pit of my stomach.
He continued to rub it, faster with every flick of his finger.
Then he applied pressure and did it slowly.
“Oohhh!” I moaned.
I struggled against the restraints stopping me. It was clear at that moment why he wanted me to be strapped. It was something about the fact that I couldn’t run, move, or fight against the pleasure that heightened it.
I shook against the chair; my head fell back, and my chest heaved as I came hard as hell. I could feel my juices underneath me immediately. Making the chair and my butt slippery and sticky. He watched me unravel at his touch and gave me a look so sexy that I was probably going to do it again.
“One,” I whispered as I looked at him, and then at the clock. There were still 86 minutes and 2 seconds left.
I was ashamed he had made me cum in three minutes.
He took one of the nipple clamps off and then adjusted me a little more. He didn’t move with a sense of urgency, like he was racing against the clock. It was a controlled, relaxed, slow experience.
“Do you need a break?” He asked.
This nigga was offering breaks while he was on a countdown. I should have screamed Taco at the top of my lungs. Because what the hell did he know that I didn’t?
“No.” I declined.
He scraped his fingers along the inside of my thigh, giving me chills.
Then he placed his mouth back over my nipple, and his mouth swirled around it again.
He bit it, then he brought his fingers to my mouth.
He slipped them past my lips. I sucked them, getting them wet.
He groaned against my breast, and then he removed it from my mouth.
I was wetter than the beach in a thunderstorm. He wouldn’t need the help of my mouth, but I’m sure he found that out quickly.
He lined his finger at my entrance and then slid it inside of me.
“Damn.” He said just as his other finger joined the first.
My walls clenched his fingers tightly. He worked them in and out of me, then he went from slow and deep to fast.
“Open your eyes and look at me.” He demanded as he grabbed my throat.
Then he bit my bottom lip and showered them with short kisses.
“You’re so tight and wet, pretty.” He groaned.
I was losing control, but he seemed to have it all. The way his fingers invaded me had me on another level.
“This time I want you to be my good girl and tell me when you’re about to cum for me. Okay?” He asked.
“Yeah…” I panted; I couldn’t focus. My mouth was open, and I was desperately trying to maintain eye contact with him, but I felt like I was about to go cross-eyed.
“I love how you whine, pretty.”
“Dinero! I’m about to—to cum.” I moaned.
When he went from an in-and-out motion to a side-to-side motion. I screamed and shook through an orgasm so hard that I bit my tongue by accident.
He grabbed my face roughly to refocus me, “You forgot how to count, pretty?” He asked, pecking my lips and speeding his hand up again.
“Two! Wait…” I begged.
He gripped my thigh and continued to finger me into another orgasm.
“Gah damn, pretty!” He said once the force of the third one damn near forced his fingers out of me.
I had tears welling up in my eyes. I struggled to breathe at that point. I was heaving. He finally removed his hand from me, his fingers and down to his wrist were coated with my explosion.
He wiped his finger across my lip and savored the taste of me from them as well.
“Three.” I smiled sheepishly, finally remembering to keep count. The thought made me check the wall. My eyes widened when I realized that there were 79 more minutes still on the clock.
“That clock has to be wrong. Like one of those trick clocks that starts over every other minute.” I challenged.
He chuckled. “You think so?”
“There’s no other way,” I assured him.
He angled his head to the side and looked at me quizzically.
Then he adjusted the seat so that I could lie back. Legs spread eagle in front of him. I could no longer see anything but the top of his head. It was quiet for a while, and the way he was quiet and hadn’t touched me yet made me nervous again.
“Since you feel like that, pretty. I want you to keep your eyes open and on the clock for two minutes and thirty seconds. You’ll know when to start keeping count. Okay?”
“Yes,” I said with confusion.
In fact, I did not know when to start keeping count. I thought he just wanted me to watch the clock, but with the first flick of his tongue, I realized that this man was playing in my face.
“Ouuu,” I moaned as he slurped up the mess that he had left before.
“Fuck!” He cursed as I watched the seconds on the clock roll by just as they should. I could barely focus because Dinero was gripping my thighs and eating me like no one ever had.
He clicked on my swollen clit with precision. I could feel his chin slipping against my entrance and his nose against my mound. But when he sucked my clit into his mouth and did something like he was beat boxing, I came again.
I couldn’t run from him. Couldn’t clamp my thighs around his head and ride the feeling until it subsided, nor could I push him away.
Not even letting the feeling of the orgasm pass, he slapped my sensitive clit with a sting that made me wince.
“I won’t tell you again about the count.” He said from between my legs.
“Four,” I whined. I looked at the clock. Two fucking minutes and nine seconds. He was a cocky son of a gun.
I couldn’t focus on the pain that shot through my midsection because he eased it in a matter of seconds. He was sucking, licking, kissing, blowing, and eating my pussy.