Fantasy Encounter with a Dom by Suzy Ayers Page B

breath and her head moved instinctively, as she moaned. Her forehead pressed into the crook of his neck and her body turned into him, which in turn forced his hand to touch her. She gasped. They were still tethered by the chain, by the nipple clamps. Tender. Her whole body was wrapped in a second skin that tingled like pins in needles, it wanted, needed, and called for attention.
    He slid her body back on the massage table and laid her down. His eyes were intense still as he attached each leather strap to her wrists. Then a blindfold was put over her eyes.
    She bit her lip nervously as the black satin closed her eyes into darkness ; unable to see Tim, Carrie, or even Jarred. Her body shivered, as hands traced her every curve. He started at her cheek, down her neck, her clavicle, to the center of her cleavage and around each breast. She whimpered, as he taunted her flesh. Next he moved to her soft belly and caressed her skin, across her belly button. Over to her hip, as he traced her pelvis and then moved back inward to her mons. The pressure was just enough to make all the goose bumps crawl out of their hiding places. Oh god, is Tim going to watch? Is Carrie? Two fingers then slid down the wet crease and parted her open; her mouth opened in synchronization. A slight breath spilled through her mouth. Knuckles gently rubbed on either side of her hidden clitoris and coaxed it out. She moaned and rolled her head.
    A drop of wetness sat precariously on the tip of her hardened nub. Reflexively pointing out to him now and a firm pressure from his digit on her clit made her jump and then groan in agonizing need. A need for release. Two fingers slid inside her sopping wetness.
     
    “Mmmm.” Keira’s legs moved up to hold him in place, to force him further, deeper. Sighs and exhalations of moans escaped her pleasured, half-covered expression.
    The room was so quiet; the only sounds were that of her own breath in a rapid pace of anticipatory need and his slow and steady one.  Then she heard the sound of his pants, his zipper, the sound of the material, as it slipped from his legs to the floor and then his underwear. Then the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper. She wondered what he looked like in that moment, imagined it. She licked her lips and wriggled her wrists bound out to her sides. The scent of leather, a musky basement, her own arousal, she smelled it all on a hyper-alert level, blindfolded. His hands ran from her knees down her thighs; as his body pressed her legs apart. She felt the warmth of his hard dick pressed to the vertex, it taunted her, she ground her teeth as her pussy clenched. All the muscles tensed at the mere closeness. The tip pierced the opening and she felt the mushroom head expand inside; flare as he pulled it back. Jesus. Stop teasing me. She felt a tug on her already swollen and tender nipples from his hand on the chain, she fought to cry out. But her mouth opened and her face contorted into a grimace. The fire of the pain was quickly replaced with pleasure, as he slowly dipped inside her slippery folds. A long moan escaped through her, in a nasally tone. She was reminded of her bound wrists, as she tried to wrap her hands around him. It hurt her heart that she couldn’t feel the closeness she craved, she needed, she wanted. She dared not say anything. Grateful for the blindfold, for her eyes would have betrayed her.
    His full weight was on her, and his length teased at her cervix; tantalized it. His hands brought her legs up and she gasped , as she felt every thrust, deeper, longer, stronger, then the last. He was breathing heavy, excited, excited by me? Slowly she felt her cervix melt under the punishment he was inflicting on it.
    “Please, I’m so close.” She said in a decibel that barely registered a whisper.
    He grunted and gripped the flesh on her thighs harder; she imagined the mark it would leave.
    “Ahh!” She cried out , as her body took over and she felt an orgasm quake from inside