Nova #2
He didn’t rush. He moved like a man completing a ritual, not just a scene. Every strap, every word, every breath had purpose and would provide pleasure.
“I’m going to blindfold you now. Not to scare you but to heighten every sensation.”
“Yes, sir.” I breathed.
A dark silk scarf slipped over my eyes, and my world disappeared. Now it was just touch, sound and anticipation.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he growled. “Laid out for me. Ready to be remade.”
I moaned softly, already aching. He trailed his fingers down my spine, making me twitch. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I panted. Then he did it again and this time with a single ice cube gliding along my lower back.
“Oh gawd.” I moaned. The felling of his touch was euphoric.
He chuckled low. “Did I say you could speak? The next time you will be punished.”
I bit my lip wondering just how he would punish me.
He leaned in, breath hot on my neck, running his tongue along my pulse point before biting down on my ear and making me whimper and call his name.
“That’s one.”
Smack .
My nipples pebbled instantly when he brought his heavy hand across my ass cheek, before rubbing the sting away.
I was already soaked from his words and a few touches, and the impact was sending me to new heights.
Crew drug the cube along the curve of my ass, then down the inside of my thigh to my clit.
My hips bucked on reflex, but he stilled me with a firm hand on the small of my back.
“You wanna cum already?” he teased. “Pathetic, baby. You used to last.”
I whimpered when he moved the cube up, back over my inner thigh, then replaced it with his tongue. Just one soft lick along the trail the ice cube traveled against my skin before pulling away. I nearly cried from the loss.
“Please…” I gasped.
Smack.
He landed a sharp slap to my other ass cheek. Not hard or cruel. Just enough to make me feel .
“That’s two,” he said calmly.
My pussy clenched down empty and throbbing, making me whimper again. I couldn’t help it. The bed dipped as he climbed onto the bed behind me. I felt the mattress shift under his weight. His dick brushed the back of my thigh, hot, hard, and heavy. Leaving me to wonder when he took his clothes off.
“You want me inside you, Princess?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Another smack. Another slap landed followed by a soothing rub of his hand.
“What’s my rule?” He growled in my ear.
I swallowed. “I-I didn’t have permission to speak.”
“Correct.”
He leaned over me, his chest brushing my back, lips at my ear.
“I’m going to ruin you tonight. Then I’m going to hold you until the morning comes. And if you ask me nicely? I’ll do it all over again.”
I trembled.
He slid one hand down between my legs, his fingers brushing through the wetness pooling there.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re soaked.”
He didn’t finger me. Didn’t even press. He just..
. left his hand there, teasing me and making me purr with need.
He was torturing me with everything he could do but wouldn’t.
Not yet anyway. I tried lifting my hips to get his fingers to sink into me.
When I could get them where I wanted, I ground my hips into the bed, needing to get any type of friction on my clit.
“You don’t come,” he said. “Not till I say. And if you do?” he said, laughing at my attempt to get what I wanted.
“I get punished.” I whined, stilling my hips.
“Exactly.” He said, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
His fingers circled my clit, featherlight. I gripped the sheets with shaking hands, panting into the blindfold. He kept at it, making slow, perfect circles, his breath on my neck, and his dick against my thigh, and not once did he let me fall apart. He kept me right on the edge.
“I wanna hear it,” he murmured. “Who owns this pussy?”
“You do, Sir.”
“And who do you belong to?”
“You.” I moaned.
“Say it louder.”
“I belong to you!”
And with that, he pulled his hand away completely. Hot tears poured from my eyes. I was so close.
“Not yet, baby,” he said. “You’re not ready.” He said against my neck.
And then he walked away. He left me there bound, wet and desperate.
The air shifted around me, warm and thick with everything he hadn’t done yet.
Every second without his touch was its own kind of punishment.
My thighs trembled, and my breath hitched as I tried to stay still, not rub against the sheets, and not cry out again.
Then I heard it, the soft click of something metal.
What the hell was that?
Crew returned without saying a word. The mattress dipped again, but he didn’t speak and didn’t touch me.
He just let me sit in his presence, needing him to touch, kiss me, anything.
A second later, he pushed two thick fingers into me from behind and my touch starved body almost combusted.
He pumped them in and out, curving them to stimulate my G-spot once, then twice before pulling them out.
And then something cool brushed my lips.
His fingers, sticky and wet. I moaned as he pushed them into my mouth, rubbing them on my tongue.
“Taste yourself,” he said, voice low and deadly calm.
I sucked greedily, moaning around them.
He withdrew them and kissed the base of my neck.
“You ready for me, Princess?”
“Yes, sir.”
He removed the blindfold. My eyes blinked in the low light, finding him crouched in front of me, naked and hungry, that storm in his eyes just barely held back by control.
“You’ve earned your first reward,” he said.
I swallowed hard. “First?”
“There will be many.”
He shifted behind me, unbuckled the cuffs on my ankles, and lifted my hips until I was on all fours. Not bothering to unbind my wrist. I gasped when the tip of his dick brushed my entrance.
“I’m not going to go slow,” he warned.
“Don’t. Please.” I begged.
And then he filled me. With one brutal stroke, burying himself so deep I cried out.
It wasn’t the pain. It was pure relief .
Like something I’d been missing finally came home inside me.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. His pace started hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring both of us to the moment.
I could hear his breath sharp and ragged, like he was holding back more than just thrusts.
“Mine,” he gritted out.
“Yes. Uhhh,” I screamed into the sheets.
“You cum when I say.”
“Please Sir.”
Smack, Smack.
He slapped my ass again, harder this time. The sound echoed off the walls.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No, sir.”
His rhythm never faltered. Every thrust was deeper, sloppier and more desperate than the last. I was shaking, crying and moaning so loud I didn’t care who heard. He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast, tight circles.
“Now,” he growled. “Cum now.”
And I shattered. My back arched, toes curled, and my scream ripped through the room as my orgasm slammed into me like a wave I’d been holding back for years. But he didn’t stop just like I knew he would. Crew loved to ring every orgasm he could from my body.
“Give me another.”
I gasped, still shaking. “I-I can’t.”
“You will.”
Smack.
His fingers never let up on my clit. His dick pounded into me with brutal, perfect precision.
I was crying into the sheets now, begging incoherently.
And then another orgasm hit harder. Blinding me as I convulsed around him, body clenching so tight he growled my name and followed with a deep, guttural curse.
Crew collapsed over me, chest against my back, dick still pulsing inside me as we both came down from her orgasms in a tangled mess of sweat and sound.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. My limbs had turned to jelly. He pulled out slowly and gently. I felt like I was floating . He turned me over, unbuckled the cuffs on my wrists, and held them to his lips, kissing the red marks softly.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I nodded, too far gone for words. He climbed into the bed and pulled me into his chest, curling around me like a shield.
“I missed you,” I managed to say through a hoarse whisper.
“I never left you,” he replied, voice thick with emotion.
He kissed my forehead, then my cheek, then finally my lips, soft and slow.
“We’re back now,” he said. “And no one’s ever taking you from me again.”
I woke to the smell of him. Warm, raw and dominant.
Crew hadn’t moved much, his chest still pressed to my back, his arm locked tight around my waist like I might disappear again if he let go.
I turned in his arms slowly, wincing just slightly at the soreness between my thighs.
It felt good. Like proof I was still alive.
Still his. His eyes fluttered open the second I moved.
“You hurt?” he asked, voice husky.
“No,” I whispered. “Just used.”
His lips curled into a slow smirk. “Good.”
I ran my fingers along his chest admiring the tattoos that decorated his skin.
“I want to serve you,” I said softly.
He blinked. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his sternum. “Let me make you feel like you made me feel.”
He watched me carefully for a long moment.
Then nodded once. I slid down his body, moving slowly, reverently.
I kissed each ridge of his abs, the sharp V-cut that made me ache, and then nipped the skin just under his navel, making him hiss.
I looked up at him from my spot on the bed between his knees, eyes locked with his.
“Can I?” I asked.
“Suck it.”
I reached down caressing his already semi-hard dick, thick, and heavy in my hand.
My mouth watered for a taste of it. I kissed the tip first, soft.
Then I gave it a little flick of my tongue over the slit, watching him as he twitched.
Before running my tongue up the vein on the underside, then up and around the head.
“Look at me,” he commanded, through gritted teeth. “Open your mouth.”