Smut warning (some power play, BDSM - still quite mild!) Although if you couldn't see this one coming after the last chapter... then maybe I need to find a different hobby lol
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"We're going to play a little game, ok doll?" I nod in response, the desire to be dominated the way I was the other night fueling my desperation. A need to forget reality urging me on.
"I'm going to count. And you're not allowed to cum until I reach zero. Understood?" He curls his fingers under my chin, lifting my face up to where I assume he is. The fact that I still can't see makes the whole situation that much more arousing, my imagination concocting a very erotic scene as I imagine how I must appear, naked and dripping before him.
"Yes sir." I practically mewl the words, my need for him dripping down the inside of my thighs.
"Such a good little doll, aren't you my dear?" I nod again as his fingers brush down my sides, lighting my skin on fire. He fingers the ropes around my wrists, pulling to check that they're still tight, still holding me just where he wants. Gently kicking the metal bar that separates my legs, he chuckles as I sway, clutching onto the ropes for stability.
"Thirty." He chuckles at my little pout, my displeasure with the size of the number he has chosen to start with. His tongue flicks out, licking the sides of my mouth, and I open my lips in response. But he doesn't give me the satisfaction of a proper kiss, his lips ghosting over mine as he speaks.
"Twenty-Nine." His tongue trails a path across my jaw, flicking my earlobe before continuing its path down my neck.
"Twenty-Eight." He murmurs the words against my collar bone, pressing small kisses into my skin. Then suddenly the contact is gone, and I mewl desperately, body swaying as I seek him out.
"Twenty-Seven." I yelp as his hand comes down harshly on my ass, the right cheek smarting from the blow as tears spring to my eyes. My hands automatically curl into fists, pain springing through my body, then just as quickly replaced with pleasure as he rubs the sensitive spot with his palm.
Leaning in, he whispers next to my ear lobe, the feeling of his breath on my skin making me shiver as he counts his blows, each one making my legs tremble and my core tighten.
"Twenty." Finally he ceases the blows, my entire body now trembling in anticipation, adrenaline tickling my spine as my legs attempt to close despite the metal separator, desperate for some friction. His hands capture my hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles into my skin. I feel the ghost of his breath before his teeth capture my right nipple, gently drawing it into his mouth. Not expecting him there, I gasp at the shock of the sensation, the noise instantly turned into a moan as he sucks on the sensitive nub.
"Nineteen." He swaps to the other nipple, once again nipping it lightly before he draws it into his mouth. I'm slightly more prepared this time, but that little nip makes me gasp once again. He sucks on it again, then drawing back to flick it lightly with his tongue. But that isn't enough and I push against his mouth, desperate for more connection.
"Such a needy little doll. Aren't you baby girl." His deep voice makes my core ache, craving his contact, and I nod desperately.
"More. Please." I whimper the words, still attempting to push myself against him.
"Patience darling." His tongue draws a long strip down to my belly button, which he kisses, before continuing his path downwards. "Eighteen."
Finally his tongue flicks out, catching my clitoris. I arch into him, but his hands on my hips hold me still and he flicks his tongue again, the sensation too light, too short to give me any relief. And yet that coil in my abdomen grows, heightened by every small flick of his talented tongue. One of his hands releases my hip, his fingers teasing their way down my body, and along the top of the my thigh, before finally stroking me, his strong index finger delving deep within me as he counts.
"Twelve." He pumps his finger harder as his mouth finally settles on my clit, sucking on the nub until I cry out.
"Remember doll, no cumming until I say so." He stills his fingers, allowing the burning coil in my abdomen to ease off, bringing me down from my high.
"Eleven." His fingers softly tickle along my thighs, giving me a short break before he inserts two inside me, stroking along my g-spot as I mewl in desperation. He chuckles lightly, the thumb from his other hand, swiping at my clit.
"Ten." The deep voice makes my toes curl and my hands fist the ropes slightly harder, determination to follow his instructions clouding my thoughts as I fight to ignore the growing coil within my abdomen
"Nine." My stomach does a strange little flip as I hear the slightly cocky smirk that's hidden in his words. He knows the power he holds in his hand, knows how close I am, and it's infuriating. I jerk, trying to move away from his touch to get a moment's relief from his onslaught, but the ropes hold tight and he chuckles at my desperation.
"Eight." I groan loudly as he rises from the floors, his fingers never slowing, and leans even closer, the feel of his breath at my ear, that slight whisper of his deep, commanding voice invading my every sense.
"Seven." Too long. The counting is taking too long. I need to cum now, can feel the coil threatening to snap at any second, my desperation to follow his instruction dissolving as the temptation of relief pulls at my thoughts, my rationality barefly intact in the face of the pleasure that is rushing through my limbs. I can feel my wetness dripping down my thighs, can feel his hard cock pressing into my side. Yet he doesn't rub himself gently against me, not allowing himself to succumb to his own need, just enjoying the feeling of dominating me, of giving me the distraction that I desperately needed.
"Six." Fuck I need to cum so badly. Yet I can't bring myself to beg. I grit my teeth, determined to outlast his stupid counting.
"Five." My whole body is trembling in anticipation. His thumb draws soft circles on my clit, building the coil with every swipe. His fingers pumping into me, gently stoking my g-spot with every thrust. His lips have moved to the crook of my neck, and with every murmured number his lips brush against the sensitive skin under my ear.
"Four." Suddenly his fingers speed up on my clit, and I'm unable to hold back the gasp that escapes my lips, followed by a low moan as bliss overwhelms me.
"You're doing so well baby doll. Just got to hold on a little longer." His head lowes to capture my nipple in his mouth, and the tiny rational part of my brain that remains functioning, can't help but wonder how he can keep the rhythm of his fingers constant whilst his mouth is occupied.
"Three." His words are whispered into my chest, and I feel the coil break slightly as I feel the end nearing.
"Two." His fingers pump deeper, teeth nipping at my breast and chest as he leaves little bites scattered over my skin.
"One." His thumb presses harder against my clit, giving me that slight edge that threatens to end my entire being.
"Cum for me baby doll." I scream as my orgasm washes over me, body taught as my eyes roll back, waves of pleasure forcing my brain to shut down. His fingers slow, drawing me through my high, prolonging it. Panting, I collapse against my restraints, legs no longer strong enough to hold me up, my entire being drained of energy. Isaac catches me easily, holding me up as he unties the restraints on my wrists and clips open the restraining my bar. He holds me to his chest as he moves us to the sofa. I wince as we sit down, the contact of my thighs too much for my sensitive pussy. Isaac simply chuckles, pulling the cloth away from my eyes.
I can barely draw the energy required to peel them open, the brightness of the room too harsh after so long in the dark. But finally I manage to squint them open enough to take in Isaac's face. He's watching me, pupils fully dilated, his gaze so intense in front of me, his beautiful, elegant features mere centimetres from my touch. My breath catches in my throat at his intense gaze, and my core throbs again as he lowers his lips to mine, the gently kiss such a harsh contrast to what my body desperately needs.
He kisses me gently, lazily, taking his time to explore my mouth. His hand reaches up to wrap in my hair, squeezing softly. Then he pushes me down. At first my head simply bobs, not noticing the intention of his gesture. Then he pushes again, still just as gently, making my head bob downwards. I lean back, confused as his intentions, until understanding dawns on me as I take in the cocky, powerful smirk on his face. I lean in to give him once last peck on the lips, then shuffle to my knees, settling on the floor directly between his legs.
I kiss him through the fabric of his trousers, admiring the jump of his cock as I do. Gingerly I do it again, appreciating his response to my touch, relishing in the small amount of power I feel as he groans loudly. I take the head of his cock into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the soft fabric surrounding it, lapping at it lightly with my tongue. He groans again, wrapping his head into my hair and attempting to push me down further. He lasts a full minute before he realises that he's never going to get the contact he wants, and he shoves me away.
Tearing his trousers and boxers off, I lick my lips subconsciously as I take in his curvature, memories of what he can do with that dick still fresh in my memory. He settles himself back down onto the sofa, beckoning me closer. I move forward willingly, licking the tip of his cum where precum is gathered, before wrapping my lips around the entirety of his head. His hand wraps once again into my hair, spurring me on, and yet he lets me adjust, giving me time to wet his entire head.
With every lick, he twitches against me, the hand on my hair gripping tightly despite his restraint. Finally, I'm able to take most of his length deep into my mouth, my tongue licking small circles onto a particularly sensitive spot I've discovered. He groans, and when I attempt to come up for hair, he holds me down for a second longer, only allowing me back up when my lungs are threatening to burst. I gasp for air and he chuckles, tucking a single finger under my chin to lift my eyes to his.
"Such a good little doll." I whine at his praise, that deliciously deep voice tickling along my spine, the lilt of his accent so beautifully exquisite. His hand pushes down again, and I open my mouth wide, taking him deep as he fucks himself with my mouth, little groans escaping him every time he goes a little deeper, little hums of approval every time I gag on his dick.
I force myself to hold my breath, but soon I'm desperate for air, and I push myself up, only to encounter the resistance of his hand pushing me down. Arousal pools between my thighs, and I feel the wetness drip onto my thighs as I struggle for air, the sounds of his pleasure making my insides burn. I dig my nails into his thighs, and instantly he lets me up, soft cooing sounds of encouragement falling from his lips.
"Doing such a good job little doll, letting me fuck that gorgeous throat of yours." I whimper as I gasp, eyes wide, shallow pants escaping my open mouth. He tilts his head and I barely have time to nod once before he pushes me back down again, burrowing his cock deep in my mouth, using me to pleasure himself.
"Fuck you feel so good gorgeous. That throat of yours... fuck I'm gonna cum so quick." He moans as he moves me up and down, controlling the rhythm of my motions as my head bobs up and down. But soon that's not enough for him, and he grips my head harshly between his hands, stilling my movements as he thrusts into my mouth
I quickly work out that a little dig of my nails into his thigh is all that is required for him to give me space for a breath. But I barely have to use the tactic twice before he's groaning desperately, hip thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his high. I hum around his dick, the sounds of his pleasure driving my arousal. He gasps as the reverberations echo around his member, and I repeat the action as he's deep in my throat.
"Fuck baby doll. I'm gonna cum." I nod my approval as much as I can with his hands wrapped around my head.
"You gonna let me cum in your mouth gorgeous?" I nod again, flicking my eyes up to his. His eyes are barely open, rolled back in pleasure as he groans one finally time before finally releasing deep into my throat. I desperately try to swallow it all, but it pools into my mouth before I'm able to, dribbling down my chin as he pulses in my mouth.
Finally he collapses back onto the sofa, and I swallow deeply, before cleaning him briefly with my tongue. Even soft, he twitches against my touch, low moans escaping his open mouth. I chuckle at the sight, then stand on unsteady legs to find a tissue to clean myself up.
It's when I'm pulling my clothes on that his eyes finally flutter open.
"You leaving me high and dry, doll?" I smile at his old fashioned statement.
"Some of us have jobs to go back to." I retort, aware that I've definitely overrun on my lunch break.
"I'll give you a lift." He pulls himself up from the sofa slowly, gentlemanly as ever with his offer of a lift. I roll my eyes, but don't refuse, happy to spend a little longer with my new man.