Dungeon crawling #2
“Only once.” Rafael’s voice dropped into the pit of my belly, seething with rage.
“His name was Damian Collins. I was blindfolded and heard scissors snipping. Suddenly my head was lighter, and I felt hair landing on my feet. He said I looked better with short hair. I popped the chains loose and whipped him in the face. He ran out of my house naked with a bloody nose. Thankfully, not the strangest thing this neighborhood has ever seen.”
“Holy shit, the audacity!” The mental image of Rafael that angry stirred up my rabbity heart. Whether it was in fear or sexual arousal, well…maybe both. Maybe also time to start therapy again.
“Wealthy white cis San Francisco gays,” Rafael growled. “Never again. He is lucky I did not kill him. The extra time it took to unlock my ankles probably saved his life.”
I held up my palms in surrender. “I will not cut your hair. Scout’s honor. Swear on my life and my future author career. And my Gramma’s grave, since I was actually close to her.”
Rafael relaxed. “I know you would not. You are welcome to pull my hair, though.”
“What about the bottoms of your feet?”
A grin split his face. “I like the way you think.”
“Ok, maybe no blindfold for this first time. I don’t want to gag you either, because I might need a little guidance. I’ve done impact play before, but not on this level.”
“You may change your mind on the gag, but as you wish.”
“Is it ok if I talk about your cock?”
“Yes. Anything goes with words in this context.” Rafael gathered his voluminous hair into a tight knot and showed me the pulley system he had rigged in the ceiling.
I locked cuffs around his wrists and hooked them to the overhead chain.
The lead gave me the leverage to pull him to his feet or grant him enough slack to kneel.
Fierce joy lit his eyes when I pulled the chain tight, lifting his arms over his head.
I gave the single tail a few experimental lashes in the air until I could reliably get it to pop. A test on the back of my hand was enough to leave a welt. That sucker hurt!
I stopped cold. Why hadn’t I considered the implications of all this blood play with multiple partners? “Um, I never know the right way to ask this, but when was the last time you got tested?”
“Ah, I should have mentioned it. Last time I played with another was over a year ago at a private club, and I tested before and after. No diseases. I will show you the results, or get tested again, if you like. No need to worry about accidental pregnancy either—I had a vasectomy as soon as I could afford it. I also stay on PrEP when I am sexually active.”
I squinted up at him. “Are you on PrEP now?” I traced the tip of the single tail down his midline to his waist.
He blinked. Was he nervous? “I…am.”
“Oh really. And when did you decide you were going to be sexually active again?” I crossed my arms.
Rafael licked his lips. Ooh, he was definitely nervous. Good, this would add a little extra spice. “The day I met you.”
Whoa. I played it cool, or tried to. “Uh huh. When exactly?”
He looked away.
I used the tip of the whip handle to push his face back to center. “Answer me.”
“The first time I saw you,” he said softly.
Oh damn. “You wanted to fuck me the first time you saw me? Naughty, naughty.” I tapped his cheek with the whip handle. “Tell me the truth, or I’ll leave you here all night by yourself.”
“Not exactly, but there was something so compelling about your dancing in the bookstore. You looked so blissful. I have met fans, but I have never encountered anyone moved by my music quite like that. Something shifted inside me. I thought you were cute, and I was…hopeful something would come of it.”
“So you went on PrEP hoping to stalk and trap your prey, huh? Weirdly thoughtful, I suppose, but so presumptuous.”
“This scolding would be more effective if you showed me your tits.”
I slapped his face lightly; had hop to reach. The pop of my palm against his cheek made him straighten. “How dare you use such vulgar language with me?”
“Fine.” He smirked. “Take your shirt off so I can watch your breasts bounce while you scold me.”
“I see what you mean about the gag.” I stalked around behind him and cracked the whip in the air a few times.
He did not flinch. Tough guy. “And you? When were you last tested?”
“After I found out my latest shitass ex-boyfriend was cheating on me again last year. I had a little infection but antibiotics cleared it right up. We broke up, and I’ve been celibate until now. And very frustrated.” From behind, I raked my fingernails across Rafael’s chest.
Rafael leaned his head back, looking over his shoulder. “I am sorry that happened to you.”
“I don’t want to think about him.” I prodded his right foot. “Lift your heel. Higher. I want to see the sole of your foot. Yes, hold it there.” I hauled off and whacked the bottom of his foot as hard as I could.
He jumped
“Ha. Not so tough now!”
The big man shook with laughter. “You are a natural, even if you are too gentle.”
“Shut up. Give me your other foot.”
He obeyed, and I whipped it three times in quick succession. Enough to raise three red welts. He shivered, but did not jump again or cry out. I let him drop his foot and brought the whip down as hard as I could across his shoulders. No response.
“Is that the best you can do?” Rafael jeered.
Damn, he’s not kidding. Time to bring out the big guns.
I traded the smaller whip for a slim bamboo cane.
A quick crack of the cane against his side got me a small hiss.
Aha! I worked up and down his back and the backs of his thighs, swinging hard enough to make the cane whistle through the air.
His skin warmed under my ministrations, but he remained frustratingly stoic.
Rather than focus on the tougher skin of his back, I circled like a shark, using the end of the cane to trace the edges of his lovely pecs. He tracked my movements with bright eyes and parted lips.
“Would be a real shame if someone were to cane your nipples, wouldn’t it?” I brought the cane down as I spoke.
Rafael grunted at the blow. Now we’re getting somewhere. I did it again, focusing on the other side. Welts rose on his chest and his dark nipples hardened into peaks. I couldn’t resist——I leaned in and bit one, hard. He moaned. Something hot and hard pressed against my hip.
His enormous cock was at full attention, straining against the confines of his pants. My clit gave a mighty throb at the sight.
I swatted his firm belly with the cane. He peered at me with a slightly unfocused gaze. Good, he was drifting in subspace.
“How much pain does it take for you to come in your pants?” I tapped the cane warningly against first one nipple, then the other. Just that motion was enough to make my jeans uncomfortably wet between my legs.
He smiled slowly. Whatever devil possessed me with intense pleasure at torturing this man completely took over.
I rummaged through the shelf of toys until I found what I wanted: a pair of butterfly-style nipple clamps on a chain.
I teased them across his chest. At the last second, I snatched them away.
He whined until I pulled my shirt off and tossed it away with my bra.
“No, these are for me. I’ve decided you deserve a reward for that nice erection, so you get to watch my boobs bounce like you wanted.”
Rafael’s lips parted as I tightened the clamps on my nipples. “Are you sure you can hit me like that?”
I leaned in and raked my fingernails from his waist up to his collarbone. “Hold this in your mouth and don’t let go, since you wanted a gag.” I shoved the long chain connecting the clamps between his teeth.
Then I leaned back, putting some tension on the chain so it tugged my nipples, and shimmied my shoulders as I struck him with the cane.
Rafael moaned, and his cock jumped.
“Just like that. Good.” I swung with all my might, landing blow after blow on his pecs, his shoulders, the undersides of his arms, his abs, his thighs. Stripes became welts, became petechiae, became the first bloom of bruising. Each movement pulled deliciously against my clamped nipples.
He panted, cock throbbing visibly beneath his pants.
The demon in me surged forth. “Stop holding out on me.” Smack!
“I want you to come hard.” Smack! “I want you to soak your pants in your desperation to fuck me.” Smack, smack!
“Show me how much you want to dive into this hot, wet cunt, but you can’t”—smack!
—“quite” smack!—“reach.” Smack, smack, smack! Damn, who was I?
Rafael shuddered, muscles rippling delectably in his attempt to contain himself.
“Give it to me,” I commanded, leaning as far back as the nipple chain allowed, and swung with all my might across his belly. “Give me your cum.”
He moaned deep in his throat, and his hips spasmed. Abs clenching, he rose on his tiptoes and growled as he fought the climax.
I hopped to slap his face hard enough to turn his head. He rewarded me with a wild grin. A tendril of hair escaped the knot, framing his angular face. How was he so fucking hot?
I grabbed his chin. “Give it to me! Give me everything you’re holding back in that big, thick cock. Show me how much you want to fuck me with it and fill me up.”
Helpless, he collapsed against me, cock grinding against my hip as he sought a precarious release.
“God, I want to suck that big cock dry.”
Reaching into the front of my pants, I dipped my fingers into my dripping wet cunt. I shoved those fingers into his mouth and as far down his throat as I could reach, knocking the nipple chain free.
Rafael whimpered as he sucked my fingers—apparently he didn’t have a gag reflex—and strained against the chains.
I struck his thighs with the cane in my free hand. “Come. Now!”
He groaned. His muscles stood out in stark relief as his hips bucked against me once, twice. Hot dampness spread rapidly from the peak in his pants, soaking into my jeans. Fuck, that’s hot. There’s so much!
“Yes, god, I want you to fuck me.” Through my jeans, I rubbed my pulsating clit with the cane.