The Stranger I Know (Dark Romance) by Amy Isan Page B

the panties. He crumples them in his fist like a piece of paper and pockets them. "You don't want these back."
    "Yes sir."
    He eyes my body, before leaning over and touching my knees. His hands are warm. He glides his hand across my skin and squeezes my thighs between his fingers. I gasp.
    "Don't move."
    I nod and swallow hard. The vibrations feel like they're in my lower belly. The tension has turned to anxiety. Like cramps that have locked together. His warm fingers stroke the inside of my legs and I let out a whisper of a gasp and he brings his thumb and index finger together between me. He grasps the device and I feel it slide out of my body, one paralyzing inch at a time. Like a chain has been locked around my waist all day, the tension melts away.
    I try to not look at the vibrator, it's covered in my juices. He admires it and stands up, still holding it daintily between his fingers. He brings it close to my face.
    "Suck on it," he says. He doesn't say. He commands. The small amount of his eyes that I can see darken with a twinkle before he lifts the end of the vibrator and pushes it against my lips. I relax and relax my jaw a little to let it slide in past my teeth. I suck on it like a hard candy, until I can't taste anything but silicone. Salty. The texture... embarrassing.
    I don't know why.
    He's trembling as I finish polishing the vibrator off. Not just him though, but me. I've been dealing with this kind of horniness all day. It's only now turned back from agitation into what it was originally: the deep desire for him. A hunger.
    He pulls the vibrator from my lips and a bit of saliva hangs from the tip of it to my lip. It breaks apart like a spider web and he sets the vibrator down on the nightstand. As I watch him set it down, I don't even notice his other hand fishing into his pants for the blindfold.
    I turn to look at him and he brings the blackness to my eyes. I shut them reflexively and relax as he ties the knot behind my head. The folds of the unused portion of the blindfold drape over my shoulders and tickle my skin. Blind, now, I feel the pressure of his hand on my shoulder telling me to kneel.
    I'm salivating, knowing what he wants from me. I know he'll pay me back in dividends. If he's in a kind mood. Tonight though, I can tell, he's exceptionally aroused. His cock brushes against my cheek and the faint smell of his musk reaches my nose. He's clean, but there's no denying that powerful aura. A drop of precum slides across my cheek as he rubs it against me. I flush and lift my hands to take his cock from him.
    "Not yet," he says, pushing my hands away. "Too greedy." I smile and let him play his little game, each time he passes past my lips and lets me give him a little taste. Finally, he relents. "Take it."
    I grasp his cock firmly in one hand. I don't know if it's harder than I normally hold him, but I'm honestly, kind of pissed at him for putting me through the hell of today. He grimaces a little with a grunt as I squeeze him, but I can tell by his tone he likes it. I've had him enough to know when he likes it. And when he hates it.
    And you don't want him to hate it.
    I slide his head past my lips and soak it with my saliva I've been saving since earlier. He gushes moans and rakes his fingers through my hair, nearly knocking the blindfold free. He takes big handfuls and starts thrusting into my mouth. I hold it open as wide as I can and can only make sure I don't nick him with my teeth. He keeps throbbing precum onto my tongue and the taste only makes me more wild. I push on his hips with my free hand to force him to stop, and before he can react, I prove to him I know what I'm doing.
    A quick dip into my throat makes him frenzied. Like I've provoked a bear or tiger, he just can't control himself. I've never seen him so lustful, so aroused. He pushes me away from him and pops his cock out of my mouth. "Stand up," he commands. I rise to my feet and he pushes me onto the bed. The comforter is warm, his