Chapter Five
When his hand still smelling of my body is clean, he tilts my chin up and studies my eyes. “How are you feeling?”
I gulp and try to open my mouth to explain the strange storm rolling though me, how much I want him, and need him, how much I want and need what else he’s offering. How much it’s going to hurt when I have to walk away from him even after just one night.
When I can clear my throat all I say is, “Fine, Sir.”
His eyes narrow and he shakes his head. “Oh, Sarah, that’s disappointing. Never ever lie to me. Do you understand?”
I start to protest then nod. “Yes, Sir.”
He leads me back to the armchair and guides me to kneel on the floor next to the chair. “Wait here a moment, please. First, I think you want to see more of me.”
My mouth goes dry as he strips out of jeans and lays them over a side table neatly. No underwear, just bare skin.
His body is sculpted perfection—lean muscle under smooth skin. I can’t help but stare, taking in every inch of him. He catches me looking and smirks, clearly enjoying my reaction.
“Like what you see, Sarah?” His voice is a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. He steps closer until he’s standing right in front of me. I have to crane my neck to look up at him from my kneeling position.
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you want me.” His hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back.
“I-I want you so much, Sir. Please...” The words come out breathy and desperate.
“Please what? What do you need from me, sweet Sarah?” His other hand trails down my neck, over my collarbone.
“Anything ... everything ... I need you to touch me, take me...” I’m practically panting with desire now.
“Mmm, such a good girl, being so honest.” He rewards me by cupping my breast, thumb flicking over the hardened peak. I arch into his touch with no control over my body now. I’m simply a being of sheer need, my brain completely turned off in a way I’ve never felt.
He sits down in the chair again and I keep my eyes locked on him waiting ... waiting for a command, anything I can do so it will please him and make him touch me again.
“Do you like my cock, Sarah?” he asks, gently stroking his length in his big hand. My pussy clenches just watching.
“Yes, Sir. It’s beautiful.”
He curls his fingers under my chin. “Then come taste me.”
I inch forward on my knees, transfixed by his magnificent cock. I can’t believe I get to touch him, taste him. With trembling hands, I reach out and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. He’s so hard and hot in my palm.
Tentatively, I lean in and swipe my tongue over the glistening head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum. He groans above me and I glance up to see his eyes hooded with lust. Emboldened, I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue and hollowing my cheeks as I suck.
“That’s it, good girl,” he praises, one hand coming to rest on the back of my head. “Take me deeper.”
I relax my throat and let him push further in until I’m nearly gagging on his impressive length. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes but I don’t stop. I want to please him, to worship his gorgeous cock with my mouth.
He begins thrusting shallowly, fucking my face with increasing urgency. I moan around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. My own arousal is building to a fever pitch, my clit throbbing almost painfully with the need for friction.
Finally, he pulls me off his cock with a wet pop. I gasp for air, my lips swollen and slick with saliva. He regards me with dark, hungry eyes.
“You’re too good at that. If I’d let you go any longer you would have made me come and I’m not going to come until I’m inside you.”
I gulp at the sheer dark edge in his tone.
“Stand up and face me, presenting your wrists together. Let’s try something else.”
I instantly do as I’m told, my body completely on autopilot for his every whim.
He grabs a silk tie from beside the chair and trails it up my arms then to my face.
“Let’s tuck you deeper into those sensations, shall we?
” Then he blocks my eyes and suddenly my breaths sound louder, panting, as I feel another silk tie trail up my arm then back down to tie around my wrists.
Not too tight, only tight enough so I can feel it.
Then he gently guides me by the elbow, walks me somewhere until I’m turned again and gently eased to my back on a soft bed that smells of fabric softener and soap. It’s comforting in a strange way. Then my arms go up above my head and I feel the tie tighten as he hooks it to something.
“How are you feeling, Sarah?”
I test the tie and realize I can’t get loose until he allows it but at the same exact moment, I also realize I trust him. Completely trust him. And in that moment, any and every doubt I’ve had disappears.
“Amazing, Sir.” I whisper.
His lips brush my inner thigh. “What a good girl. You just relaxed your entire body like a long sigh. You deserve a reward.”
Then his mouth moves up as he shoves my thighs wide to accommodate his shoulders. It takes everything in me to keep breathing and not hyperventilate as his mouth descends exactly where I want him. The sensations heightened to impossible levels without my eyes and with my senses so attuned to him.
His tongue parts my folds, licking a slow stripe up my slit before swirling around my clit. I cry out, back arching off the bed as the sensation shoots through me like lightning. He holds my hips down firmly, keeping me in place for his skilled mouth.
“Oh, God, Sir, please...” I’m not even sure what I’m begging for. More, harder, faster, anything he’ll give me.
He sucks my clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue and I nearly come undone right then. My thighs tremble around his head as I strain against the silk tie binding my wrists. Being restrained only heightens every touch, every lick and nibble.
“You taste exquisite,” he murmurs against my flesh. “I could feast on this pretty pussy for hours.”
His words make me clench and throb. I’m so close already, teetering on the edge. He seems to sense it, doubling his efforts. Two fingers press inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot as he suckles my clit.
“Come for me, Sarah. Now.” His command is my undoing.
I shatter, exploding into a million shimmering pieces as my orgasm rips through me with unrelenting force. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me, my body quaking and spasming under his masterful touch. I’m vaguely aware that I’m crying out his name over and over, my voice hoarse and wrecked.
He works me through it, prolonging the bliss until it borders on too much, oversensitivity making me whimper and writhe. Only then does he slow his ministrations, placing gentle kisses along my inner thighs as I float down from the dizzying high.
He moves for a moment leaving me, then the air swirls again and he’s back.
I’m boneless, spent, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. He crawls up my body, his hard length pressing against my hip as he nuzzles into my neck. I can feel his smile against my skin.
“You’re magnificent when you come undone for me,” he whispers, sending fresh shivers through me. “I’m going to uncover your eyes now. I want to see you.”
I blink rapidly as the silk tie is removed, the dim lighting of the room still feeling bright after the darkness. His face comes into focus above me and I feel the hot hard length of him pressing against me, slick with a condom and lube.
I gaze up at him in awe, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my intense climax. His eyes are dark with desire as they roam over my face, taking in every detail.
“Please, Sir ... I need you inside me,” I breathe, arching my hips to press against his hardness.
He smiles, a wicked glint in his eye. “Since you asked so nicely...”
In one smooth thrust, he fills me completely. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, the stretch and fullness overwhelming in the best possible way. He stills, letting me adjust before starting a slow, deep rhythm.
Each stroke hits something deep inside me, stoking the embers of my arousal back into a raging inferno. I strain against the silk tie, desperate to touch him, to dig my nails into his back and pull him closer. But I’m powerless, completely at his mercy as he takes me higher and higher.
“You feel incredible,” he groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “So tight and wet and perfect.”
His words make me clench around him and he curses, hips snapping harder in response.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praises as he rocks into me, hitting that perfect spot inside with each thrust. “Your tight little cunt was made for my cock.”
I can only moan in response, lost to the sensations overwhelming my body and mind.
Being restrained and blindfolded earlier has left me hypersensitive, every drag of his hard length sending sparks of pleasure radiating through me.
I’m climbing rapidly toward another peak, my inner walls fluttering around him.
He must feel it too because he speeds up, driving into me with focused intensity. “That’s it, Sarah. I can feel you getting close. Come on my cock like a good girl.”
His filthy words are my undoing. I detonate, my orgasm crashing over me in a tidal wave of rapture. I cry out, back bowing off the bed as ecstasy consumes me. He fucks me through it, drawing out every last tremor and spasm until I collapse back onto the mattress, thoroughly spent.
He slows his pace a moment allowing me to come down. Three orgasms in such a short time, I can’t take anymore.
As if he can read my mind he nips gently at my mouth then kisses me hard and fast. “Oh, I’m not finished yet. You can come for me one more time. I can tell.”
I whimper as he starts moving again, the overstimulation bordering on painful pleasure. But he knows my body now, knows just how to play me like a finely tuned instrument. His thrusts are shallow, teasing, keeping me on that knife’s edge.