back of my throat and I gagged. In doing so I also panicked, attempting to move my head to the side to dislodge him.
He pulled out a few inches, then back in again. “Relax your throat, kitten. I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth.”
How the hell did a man fuck your mouth? The taste of myself mixed with him was somewhat strange, but I didn’t have much time to think about that as he answered my unasked question. Breathing became my focus as he slowly inched his large cock in and out. I wasn’t sure I liked what he was doing, and my mouth was stretched almost painfully as he enjoyed the ride. Why my tongue rolled over his head when he withdrew, I wasn’t sure, but the grunt of pleasure filled me with a strange sense of elation as he fed me his length again.
Without even being aware of it, I discovered I could relax my throat to allow him deeper access. His increased pace told me that pleased him, which for some strange reason, I was happy about. He was fucking my mouth! I tensed as he became a little over-zealous, my lips clamping down involuntarily around him.
“Sexy little kitten.” His laugh was strangely layered with hesitation as he pulled free. “We’ll save the lesson for swallowing another day.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but he moved his cock from my mouth to my chest, and pressed my breasts together, cradling him as he undulated. Within moments, his need spilled forth coating me with his essence.
I stared up at him completely confused and he grinned. “You’re oral skills are amazing.” He slid off the bed with those words, leaving me frustrated and still tied down. He returned a few minutes later with a cloth in hand, and cleaned me up. I couldn’t shut my legs, and my sex was throbbing in need so I struggled against the restraints.
“Feeling a little uncomfortable, are we?” His chuckle at my expense made me feel a little catty, and I turned my head away from him, not sure I liked him much at the moment. “We’ll have to see what we can do about that.”
I turned back to him at his words, and was shocked to see him walking from the room. He left me! The panic I felt earlier at him riding my mouth was nothing compared to the sensation of being alone. I struggled in vain against the cuffs keeping me prisoner, and had nearly worked myself up into a frenzy by the time he returned.
“Lonely, kitten?” He placed a small leather bag down on the bed, that I was sure meant nothing good and my insecurity mixed in with the feeling of abandonment make me angry.
“You’re an ass.” Probably not the best thing to say when you’re completely at someone’s mercy, but I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Instead of getting angry, he chuckled deeply. “Am I now?” He unzipped the bag, and pulled out a plethora of strange looking items. As he had in his dungeon, he placed the items out in a meticulous order, his eyes moving to mine, then back to each item as if considering his options. Needless to say, I was getting a little worried.
“What are all those things for?” My voice was breathless because I was finding the idea of what he would do with those objects intriguing, and at the same time more than a little afraid I might not want to know.
He picked up a silver stick that had a strange, spikey wheel attached to the end and his finger ran over it making it spin. “So curious, kitten, I think since you’ve called me an ass I won’t tell you.” The smirk on his face added another concern to my growing nervousness.
He brought the wheel down to my abdomen, running it lightly over my skin. I gasped at the strange prickling sensation, which also tickled causing my muscles to contract. “The Wartenberg wheel, something that can be used for pleasure or pain. How we play with it now depends on if you apologize or not.” The glint of humor in his deep blue eyes almost made me doubt his sincerity.
To prove his point, he pressed down on my
He pulled out a few inches, then back in again. “Relax your throat, kitten. I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth.”
How the hell did a man fuck your mouth? The taste of myself mixed with him was somewhat strange, but I didn’t have much time to think about that as he answered my unasked question. Breathing became my focus as he slowly inched his large cock in and out. I wasn’t sure I liked what he was doing, and my mouth was stretched almost painfully as he enjoyed the ride. Why my tongue rolled over his head when he withdrew, I wasn’t sure, but the grunt of pleasure filled me with a strange sense of elation as he fed me his length again.
Without even being aware of it, I discovered I could relax my throat to allow him deeper access. His increased pace told me that pleased him, which for some strange reason, I was happy about. He was fucking my mouth! I tensed as he became a little over-zealous, my lips clamping down involuntarily around him.
“Sexy little kitten.” His laugh was strangely layered with hesitation as he pulled free. “We’ll save the lesson for swallowing another day.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but he moved his cock from my mouth to my chest, and pressed my breasts together, cradling him as he undulated. Within moments, his need spilled forth coating me with his essence.
I stared up at him completely confused and he grinned. “You’re oral skills are amazing.” He slid off the bed with those words, leaving me frustrated and still tied down. He returned a few minutes later with a cloth in hand, and cleaned me up. I couldn’t shut my legs, and my sex was throbbing in need so I struggled against the restraints.
“Feeling a little uncomfortable, are we?” His chuckle at my expense made me feel a little catty, and I turned my head away from him, not sure I liked him much at the moment. “We’ll have to see what we can do about that.”
I turned back to him at his words, and was shocked to see him walking from the room. He left me! The panic I felt earlier at him riding my mouth was nothing compared to the sensation of being alone. I struggled in vain against the cuffs keeping me prisoner, and had nearly worked myself up into a frenzy by the time he returned.
“Lonely, kitten?” He placed a small leather bag down on the bed, that I was sure meant nothing good and my insecurity mixed in with the feeling of abandonment make me angry.
“You’re an ass.” Probably not the best thing to say when you’re completely at someone’s mercy, but I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Instead of getting angry, he chuckled deeply. “Am I now?” He unzipped the bag, and pulled out a plethora of strange looking items. As he had in his dungeon, he placed the items out in a meticulous order, his eyes moving to mine, then back to each item as if considering his options. Needless to say, I was getting a little worried.
“What are all those things for?” My voice was breathless because I was finding the idea of what he would do with those objects intriguing, and at the same time more than a little afraid I might not want to know.
He picked up a silver stick that had a strange, spikey wheel attached to the end and his finger ran over it making it spin. “So curious, kitten, I think since you’ve called me an ass I won’t tell you.” The smirk on his face added another concern to my growing nervousness.
He brought the wheel down to my abdomen, running it lightly over my skin. I gasped at the strange prickling sensation, which also tickled causing my muscles to contract. “The Wartenberg wheel, something that can be used for pleasure or pain. How we play with it now depends on if you apologize or not.” The glint of humor in his deep blue eyes almost made me doubt his sincerity.
To prove his point, he pressed down on my
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