2. Ask And You Shall Receive #2
He watched me and went straight to his belt, unbuckling it without breaking eye contact.
“You’re over twenty-five, right?”
I exhaled, rolling my shoulders back. “Yes.”
“Good.”
“You’re not gonna ask my exact age?” I added.
“No.”
“Not even a little interested?”
“No.”
I pressed my lips together, fighting a smile.
“Lie on your stomach and keep those hands behind your back.”
I paused again, holding his gaze for a second longer, searching for cracks, hesitation, anything.
Nothing.
Fine.
I turned and lowered myself onto the bed then placed my hands behind my back again.
He stepped between my slightly parted legs. I could feel it in the shift of the mattress.
Then the belt.
The leather wrapped around my wrists though not tight enough to hurt.
I flexed my hands slightly, testing it.
Oh, I was not going anywhere.
God, I hope this man isn’t a sicko. Wait, now is when I think of that!
He noticed realization settling into my expression.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said, turning my head enough to look back at him. “But I get the feeling you don’t care.”
“I don’t.”
I smiled against the sheets.
Yeah. I was definitely about to have fun with him. Or he was gonna have fun with me. Or kill me.
I guess I’ll find out soon.
“You aren’t gonna kill me, right Mr. S?”
“If I was, why would I tell you.”
“I guess that’s true. Can you at least tell me your real name first?”
“Desire,” He said with a new found base in his voice.
“I let your little antics get the better of me for a lot longer than I usually put up with. Honestly, I find it a little cute. But it ends now. I don’t play with my food.
That being said, if you decide to stay, from here on out, all the little games and quips end.
Respect the rules I placed or leave. Understood? ”
My stomach free falls, still I try to lighten the mood again. “You couldn’t have said that before you tied me up?”
He uses one foot to kick my heels apart, spreading my legs until I’m off balanced and exposed, completely at his mercy.
He steps closer, crotch pressed against my thighs, and I feel the slight bulge in his slacks.
The bed dipped as he used his arms to hold him up as he hovered over me, breath grazing my neck as he spoke.
“Answer me. Do you understand?”
The strong scent of his cologne burned my lungs and almost choked me. My eyes squeezed shut and I nodded.
“I need a verbal response, Desire. Communicate.”
“Y-yes. I understand.”
His hand goes to the belt, “You staying or going?”
“I’ll stay,” I whimpered.
“Sure?”
I opened my eyes and stared at the room door beyond the bed post.
“Yes, Mr. S.”
He didn’t answer, he just straightened.
Please don’t kill me.
Please don’t kill me.
Please don’t kill me.
“You’ve done anal before, yes?”
Straight off the bat? He is trying to kill me!
“Yes.”
“Relax,” he hooked my trousers. “It’s just a question.”
With one swift pull, he took off my shorts and panties. Oh he’s a professional fucker.
“Look at that beautiful ass.” He lightly ran his finger down my thigh. “Fuck. I wish I had my kit with me. I’d make your pretty ass not walk straight for a week.”
Huh?
“What’s in your kit?”
A hard slap landed on my bare ass and I gasped.
“Do not question me. Last warning.”
“That shit hurt,” I whined.
“That’s the point.”
“That better not leave a mark.”
“And if it does?”
I look at him over my shoulder, “So you get to ask questions and I don’t?”
He raised his hand over my ass again. “Was that a question?”
I swallowed. “No, not at all.”
He chuckled. “See, you’re learning.”
Ou, if my hands weren’t tied, I’d answer.
With a swift release of the first two buttons, he pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it across the room. It lands in the chair near the window.
“Remember what I said.” He dropped to his knees. “Communicate with me.”
I felt his hand go between my thighs to prop my leg up on the bed, exposing myself to his face.
“Look man, I don’t really cum off head,” I lied. I didn’t like not having agency and this no hands thing was tripping me out.
I needed to grip something. Or watch.
“Noted.” But he didn’t move from that position.
huh?
“I don’t think you heard me. I said I don’t— woah!”
He buried his nose so far up my pussy, and breathed in, the vibrations bounced off my walls. Then the exhale came, right down my clit, sending shivers down my spine.
Wow.
That was… kinda exquisite.
“Talk to me,” he said, breathing in again. Then the exhale, “Are you relaxed?”
More vibrating.
“…yes,” I felt heavenly for some reason.
“Good,” he rubbed his palm against my ass. “Tell me if you’re close.”
That was it.
He dove in, plunged his tongue into my heavily aroused core, taking his time as he explored. And he’s still breathing on it, drawing moans and groans from the very depths of my soul. I didn’t even have to buck against him for more. He hit the spot with every lick.
Who is this man?
“I-I’m gonna!” I barely get it out before I’m shaking. Fuck, I didn’t even need to be performative. That shit really did feel good.
“Good girl.” He spreads my lips open, stretching them as the release pools and drops down my thigh. “That’s one.”
One?
“What do you—”
SMACK.
I whined but swallowed it. No questions, right.
“Again.” This time, he licked from my entrance, all the way up to my bootyhole. I feel the cool, metallic touch of a chain against my clit as he does. Was he wearing a Cuban? I didn’t see one.
The ice cold temperatures in the room weren’t helping. My nipples were hard and sensitive as I rubbed them against my silk top, making it ride up as I tried to power through my last orgasm while he’s working in a new one.
Between the ass-eating, the chain on my clit and my hardened nipples, I was over stimulated. Part of me was ready to call it quits when—
“Ugh!”
He’s back on my clit.
Cold air attacked the damp spots he left and it made me clench. And clenching around his tongue made me—
“Fuckkkkkk!”
Now I was bucking. Because this orgasm was deeper. Less graceful. I was so ready for dick now I was considering begging for it.
“You didn’t communicate.” He said sternly.
I raked my mind over and over again for something slick to say. Nothing came up.
“My bad,” I breathed out.
So not graceful.
“Hm,” he ran a hand up my back. “That’s two.”
I whimpered. How long would this go on, I’m tempted to ask. Instead, I found my agency.
“Two is enough times. I want dick now.”
“No.”
“No?”
“You ain’t ready.”
Is this some type of Jedi mind trick?
“I thought you said to communicate what I want.”
“You don’t know what you want. Or what you need. Besides, I haven’t even used my hands yet.”
AHHHH!
“Just relax for now,” he says with finality. “I’ll let you know when you’re ready to take me.”
“Oh—um. Okay.”
So much for agency.
“Great. Now hold still. This might be uncomfortable at first.”
Before I could mutter a word, something penetrated me. My body tensed up in response and I tried like hell to get a look at it.
Imagine my surprise, when I turned and saw his index finger in me. He laughed when he saw my reaction.
“Aw, looks like that mouth ain’t the only thing that’s good at running.”
Excuse me?!
“I ain’t running from shit!”
“Yes you are.” He added another finger and I flinched. “Running and twitching like a lil’ Bunny-rabbit.”
I buckled again, burying my head in the sheets. He worked those fingers into me, not letting up no matter how hard I moaned.
“Tell me how it feels?” He commanded.
“It feels good,” I managed to get out.
“How good?”
“Good as fuck.”
“You’re not ready for dick, are you?”
“No, Mr. S.”
“This is all you can handle. Right?”
“Yes, Mr. S.”
That made him speed up. “You gonna cum all over my fingers, pretty girl?”
“Yes…”
The sound of sloshing filled the room as he stirred my shit, like he was summoning the orgasm from deep inside.
“Do it.”
That was all it took. My body tensed again and I was floating. It was like I had no control over it.
“How much is that now?” he asks.
I struggled to find my breath before answering. “Three.”
“Good,” his knuckles glide up and down my clit, waiting. “Keep counting. Aloud. Understood?”
“Yes. Mr. S.”
A wicked grin curled into his lips. Right above my cum glistening in his beard. “What a good, little bunny rabbit.”
And so he brought me to my peak again.
And again.
And again. And again.
Each time surprising me I could go this far without being fucked with his dick.
I felt like I was going crazy, like none of this was real but instead was a dream. But my theory was disproved with every orgasm.
“I can’t hear you. Say it louder.”
“F-Four—” I cleared my throat. Then choked out. “Fourteen. We’re on fourteen.”
“Hm,” he paused and looked me over. “I think you’re spent, Bunny.”
“No, Mr. S.”
My throat was so dry.
“Do you need a break?”
“No Mr. S.”
My legs felt like jelly. I could smell colors and taste sounds.
“I’ll get you water. Do not move.”
Not likely.
The straps of the belt were released and my arms dropped to my side. Still, I didn’t move. I caught a glimpse at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
11:46 p.m.
I came in just after 4 o’clock and it’s almost midnight?
And where is my phone?
Mr. S placed a small bottle of water on the nightstand next to me along with a banana.
Slowly, I managed to flip over to my back and prop myself up and reached for the bottle, examining the water before opening it.
He saw me doing that and scoffed.
“I just had you weak and defenseless on my bed a second ago. You think I need to drug you?”
I shrugged, keeping my eyes on him as I opened it, “Can’t be too safe.”
The water felt like an oasis rushing through a desert. I never craved anything more, chugging so fast my stomach hurt.
“Slow down, Bunny.” He took the water from me. “You’ll make yourself sick.”
Bunny.
I don’t know if I care for that name.
Mr. S peeled the banana himself and held it out in front of me.
“I’m capable of feeding myself.”