NINETEEN

BELLA

The concrete felt cold on my bare knees. I couldn’t see a thing, the blindfold too thick. My hearing was incredible though, every movement he made, no matter how quiet, I strained to hear. There was rustling of fabric as I waited with my mouth open for what was going to happen. My ass stung, the pain eased only a little by the cream he’d put on me.

It was hard to believe what he’d done. There was a plug in my ass. Nothing had ever been in there before. Yet there was no pain inside me beyond a dull ache, and even that was overwhelmed by a sense of fullness that I’d never experienced in my life. How had it even slid into me? I had no idea.

Something about the way he’d done things was just right. I didn’t have to complain, I didn’t have to protest, to pretend I didn’t want him. He just did it without preamble. And I was more aroused than I’d ever felt before, even with the sting of the cane whipping my nerves into an agonised frenzy.

I heard him moving towards me. One step, then a second. Then a wave of heat right by my face. All of a sudden, something warm and hard, yet giving, pressed against my lips. “Open wider,” he said and that was when he took my mouth. There’s no other way to describe it.

The full length of his cock pushed itself over my tongue as he took hold of my head, gripping me in place. All I could feel was his hardness, the heat of him making my lips tingle as I almost choked. I felt like I belonged to him in that moment, that all I wanted to do was give him pleasure, let him use me.

He moved my head onto him, burying himself in my mouth before beginning to thrust so fast, I gagged. Saliva ran out of my mouth, I was sure it must look disgusting but he didn’t seem to care. He came going until I thought my lungs were going to burst before he finally let me breathe, running the tip of his cock over my lips.

Then he was in again, holding himself in place, letting out a groan of pleasure as my tongue managed to flick along the length of him, drawing him further into me, wanting him never to leave, feeling connected to him more than ever before. I was his in that moment.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed me, throwing me onto the bed. Before I could move, he was on me, attaching something to my nipples. They were like pegs or clamps or something, gripping my nips tightly, making me wince as I slowly got used to the sensation. My mouth was still tingling, I could taste him and I licked my lips, panting slightly as I heard the flick of a lighter.

I wanted to ask him what he was doing but before I could, a burning hot drip of something fell onto my chest. It hardened almost at once and I realised it was candle wax. He was dripping candle wax onto me. The initial sting of heat made me twitch but each drop cooled and hardened almost at once.

I was so on edge as more drips fell, I felt like I was losing my mind. With a sharp exhalation the candle was blown out and then he was on me, reaching down for the plug and thrusting it deeper into me. He yanked my legs apart, driving his cock deep inside me a second later. I had barely a chance to moan before he slid out, moving up to sit on my chest, pushing himself in my mouth again. “Taste your wetness, you dirty slut,” he said. “Taste it all.”

I licked along the length of his cock, surprised by how sweet it tasted, mingled with the salty heat of his masculinity. I gagged on his length, fighting for breath as he slid from me, moving back down and thrusting into me again, stretching my insides, filling me to capacity with his length. Then he was out again.

He kept teasing me, never thrusting more than once, his hands sliding over my body, tugging at the clamps on my nipples, kissing me roughly, twisting me around, feeling every inch of me, showing me just what he was capable of doing.

At one point I was over his lap, being spanked, at another I was spread wide open, his face between my legs, licking my clit in rapid circles. Things came to a head when he got me on all fours, thrusting himself all the way into me and grabbing my hips, drawing me back onto him. “I’m going to come in you,” he growled, thrusting faster. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes, god yes,” I muttered, feeling my own orgasm approaching. It had been thwarted so many times, the tension was too much. I swore, I begged him, I cried out for him to come in me. I wanted to feel it more than anything. My own body tensed up as he nudged the plug in my ass, driving me wild. It was getting closer, I could feel it. Then it hit. “Oh, fucking hell, I’m coming,” I said before I couldn’t say anything at all, the orgasm that struck me so powerful I lost the ability to think, let alone speak. My body bucked and writhed in place, the climax all the more powerful because of the way his cock kept driving into me, getting ever faster.

I was still wracked by waves of pleasure when I felt his length twitch inside me and then I was filled by his hot wetness as he came deep inside my pussy. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered, losing his voice in a deep groan before panting heavily for breath, holding tightly onto my hips.

A second orgasm hit me just as the first faded away. It was still washing over me when he slid from me. I lifted the blindfold to look at him. He’d already picked the box up. “I’ll be back to check on you in the morning,” he said, turning and heading up the steps, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor and leaving me in a pile on the bed, wondering if I’d done something wrong to make him walk away like that.