I’m enjoying sucking Gavin’s cock but he takes it out of my mouth and starts rubbing my pussy again. Then he reaches for the bookcase and retrieves a couple things. I soon find out what they are. A feather, and a small vibrator shaped like an egg.
“I’m going to ask you some questions,” he says, rubbing the feather around one of my nipples and then the other. It makes them stand up even more erect than they were before, at his attention and his command.
“Okay, Gavin,” I tell him.
He moves the feather down and traces around my clit with it. I shiver.
He turns on the vibrator and begins massaging me with it.
“Does that feel good, my little sex slave?” he asks me.
“Yes, Gavin,” I answer.
“Louder,” he says, whipping me in my face with his cock.
“Yes, Gavin,” I say louder.
I already feel as if I’m on the verge of an orgasm. He slaps my breasts with his cock while he continues to massage my clit with the vibrator.
“I’m going to cum, Gavin,” I say, bracing myself for the wave of extreme pleasure that I’m anticipating will wash over me.
“No, not yet,” he says, removing the vibrator.
I feel as if I’m lonely and empty, and I would do anything to feel the climax he was just about to bring me to.
“I need you to answer a question, and then you can come,” he says.
“Okay, Gavin,” I tell him.
I get ready for him to ask me how much I like what he’s doing or if I knew it would be this good. Instead, he says, “Were you in an alley off Sherriff Street in Dublin a week ago?”
I freeze, afraid of how to answer. But the hair on the back of my neck isn’t standing up like it did when I witnessed the incident. For some reason I feel I can trust him, which makes no sense considering he fucked me and then tied me up before he asked me this question.
“Yes,” I tell him instinctively, out of some instinct that says I can trust him.
Or maybe I just know he already knows the answer— and I want that vibrator back on my clit. He puts it back and I want to sigh in relief.
“Thank you for being honest with me, my sex slave,” he says. “As your reward, I’ll allow you to come.”
“Thank you, Gavin,” I moan, as the vibration makes my near climax return.
I moan and close my eyes as he sticks his finger inside my pussy hole while the vibrator shakes the outside of my clit.
“Come for me now,” he says, taking his finger half way out of my pussy. “I want to see your juices running down into my hand.”
My pussy quivers under the pleasure of the vibrator.
“That’s a good girl,” he says.
He takes the feather and runs it up and down my clit until I’m shaking.
“Gavin, it almost hurts…” I protest.
“I know, my sex slave. It’s too sensitive. I’ll give you a little break if you can answer my next question.”
He stops and I’m glad for the relief. My pussy is tingling and quivering still.
“Did you see anything in the alley?” he asks me.
I suppose my answer could do me in. But not answering could also do me in.
“I saw a man beating up another man,” I tell him.
“Good girl,” he says, stroking my hair while looking into my eyes. “I like these honest answers. Did you know either man?”
“No,” I tell him.
“Good girl.”
He spreads my legs even further open and gets down on the floor between them.
“Now I’m going to use my tongue to reward you for your honesty,” he says.
He licks all around my clit and into my pussy hole. I tighten my legs around his head because it feels so good. But he opens my legs back up wide and says, “I like to see your whole pussy while I eat it.”
I know now that everything will be okay. He isn’t here to hurt me. Somehow things will work out.
He nibbles and bites my clit and just as I’m about to come he stops and says, “Do you know what happened to either men in the alley?”
I shake my head, wanting him so badly to keep pleasuring me, but then I remember to say, “No, Gavin.”
He rubs my clit gently, and licks the entrance of my pussy hole.
“Two more questions and then I’ll let you come,” he says.
“Okay, Gavin.”
“Did you say anything to anyone at all about what you saw that day?” he asks.
“No, Gavin,” I answer, suddenly very glad I never told Monique or Tessa.
“Last question,” he says. “Do you plan to tell anyone?”
“No, Gavin,” I answer, truthfully.
I don’t want to talk to anyone about it. I don’t want to even think about it. If I could forget that night completely, I would be happy again. And I have a feeling that Gavin can help me do that.
“Good,” he says, nibbling on my pussy until I’m close to coming again. “I knew I could trust you to keep your mouth shut and your pussy open— only for me, of course.”
As his tongue pulses all around my clit I come again so completely and so fully that it feels like it might never stop. This feels like what love must be—emotionally, physically, spiritually. I am his and he is mine. I feel that in my core as I moan and say,
“I’m coming for you, Gavin. I’m coming for you.”
He puts his cock back in my mouth and I suck it again, feeling its wide girth filling up my mouth like it did my pussy earlier. He rams it down my throat while pulling my hair and saying, “You dirty, nasty little slut. You little sex slave of mine. For tonight. For always. You’ve gone and made me fall in love with you. And that fucking changes everything.”
His cock throbs in my mouth and I gulp down his come. Then he takes his cock out of my mouth and rubs his juices all over my face.
“I marked you, my sex slave,” he says. “You’re mine. For good.”
And I couldn’t be happier if I tried. This is the best St. Patrick’s Day ever.