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making her writhe and arch
her back.
He moved away
from her as soon as she was done. Doris sat up. It was all over so
quickly she barely comprehending what had just happened to her.
“What are you
doing?” she asked, watching him in confusion. “What is that ?”
Curt had
reached into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a roll of
slim bandage.
“This, my dear,
is to tie you up with.”
“ What ?”
“Lie down
please, arms above your head, legs spread.”
“Now hang on
just a minute… Hey!”
Curt grabbed a
wrist and held it tight against the wrought-iron headboard. He
proceeded to swiftly wind the bandage around her wrist multiple
times before securing it to the headboard. He did the same at her
other wrist so that there was no escape.
A rush of panic
washed over her.
Why had she
just let him do that ?
“Relax, baby.
Have you ever heard of safe-words?”
“I guess.”
She had indeed.
She was a writer, she had read widely in the genre of romantic
fiction.
“Pick a
safe-word, sweetheart.”
Her mind went
blank. “What kind of a question is that?” she stammered.
“Just pick one.
Where’s your most favourite place in the world?”
“Brighton
Pier,” she replied unthinkingly. She and Dahlia used to go to
Brighton on family holidays when they were kids and just thinking
about that pier brought a smile to her face.
Curt did little
to suppress the amused smirk.
“Of all the gin
joints in all the towns in all the world,” he said in a pretty
passable Bogart. “There you go, then. Brighton Pier it is.”
Suddenly he was serious once more. “Just remember, I won’t do
anything to you against your will. I will push your limits, but
this is consensual. You were born to be a sub, Doris. My sub.”
The way he was
calling her by her real name had her heart hammering afresh. It
felt so wrong, yet so right.
She held her
breath when he quickly shed his clothes. She had never seen him
naked like this before, not properly and for any length of time
where she could study him. And God, was he gorgeous. She drunk in
the sight of him, her stomach twisting up into knots in
appreciation of his masculine perfection. His biceps flexed when he
stepped out of his underpants, his big cock springing free,
bouncing slightly with the sudden release.
His cock was huge, she duly noted. Huge and perfectly formed, just like
the rest of him. It stuck out from his body at a right-angle,
rock-hard and proud.
When he
straddled her ribcage, she bit down a rise of panic. This was kind
of intimidating, but she guessed that that was the whole point.
Holding the stiff shaft in his hand, he shuffled up her body and
ran the moist, spongy head over her parted lips.
“I love seeing
you like this,” he said huskily. “So beautiful, so helpless, so mine. ”
He didn’t break
eye-contact when he pushed the head of his cock past her lips.
Thankfully, he didn’t go too far in because she felt sure she would
choke if he did. It was the threat of him being able to if
he wanted, the power he had over her. She got it, and she
loved it.
She wrapped her
lips around the end of his cock and felt him pulse and harden
further in her mouth. When she flicked her tongue over the slit,
his stomach muscles clenched pleasingly and he gasped, withdrawing
immediately form her mouth.
“I don’t want
to come,” he said, kissing down her body, paying particular
attention to each nipple in turn.
Teeth grazed a
sensitive bud and she inhaled sharply, twisting uselessly beneath
him. It was a bitter sweet, sharp pleasure that left her panting
for something more . He obliged by planting his mouth on her
pussy for the second time. She sighed deeply and bucked her hips,
the pleasure building again at breakneck speed.
Just when the
orgasm was about to rip through her body, he stopped. She stared
down at him through the valley of her breasts, panting and wild
eyed.
“Why did you
stop?” she managed to gasp.
“Because you
don’t get to come
her back.
He moved away
from her as soon as she was done. Doris sat up. It was all over so
quickly she barely comprehending what had just happened to her.
“What are you
doing?” she asked, watching him in confusion. “What is that ?”
Curt had
reached into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a roll of
slim bandage.
“This, my dear,
is to tie you up with.”
“ What ?”
“Lie down
please, arms above your head, legs spread.”
“Now hang on
just a minute… Hey!”
Curt grabbed a
wrist and held it tight against the wrought-iron headboard. He
proceeded to swiftly wind the bandage around her wrist multiple
times before securing it to the headboard. He did the same at her
other wrist so that there was no escape.
A rush of panic
washed over her.
Why had she
just let him do that ?
“Relax, baby.
Have you ever heard of safe-words?”
“I guess.”
She had indeed.
She was a writer, she had read widely in the genre of romantic
fiction.
“Pick a
safe-word, sweetheart.”
Her mind went
blank. “What kind of a question is that?” she stammered.
“Just pick one.
Where’s your most favourite place in the world?”
“Brighton
Pier,” she replied unthinkingly. She and Dahlia used to go to
Brighton on family holidays when they were kids and just thinking
about that pier brought a smile to her face.
Curt did little
to suppress the amused smirk.
“Of all the gin
joints in all the towns in all the world,” he said in a pretty
passable Bogart. “There you go, then. Brighton Pier it is.”
Suddenly he was serious once more. “Just remember, I won’t do
anything to you against your will. I will push your limits, but
this is consensual. You were born to be a sub, Doris. My sub.”
The way he was
calling her by her real name had her heart hammering afresh. It
felt so wrong, yet so right.
She held her
breath when he quickly shed his clothes. She had never seen him
naked like this before, not properly and for any length of time
where she could study him. And God, was he gorgeous. She drunk in
the sight of him, her stomach twisting up into knots in
appreciation of his masculine perfection. His biceps flexed when he
stepped out of his underpants, his big cock springing free,
bouncing slightly with the sudden release.
His cock was huge, she duly noted. Huge and perfectly formed, just like
the rest of him. It stuck out from his body at a right-angle,
rock-hard and proud.
When he
straddled her ribcage, she bit down a rise of panic. This was kind
of intimidating, but she guessed that that was the whole point.
Holding the stiff shaft in his hand, he shuffled up her body and
ran the moist, spongy head over her parted lips.
“I love seeing
you like this,” he said huskily. “So beautiful, so helpless, so mine. ”
He didn’t break
eye-contact when he pushed the head of his cock past her lips.
Thankfully, he didn’t go too far in because she felt sure she would
choke if he did. It was the threat of him being able to if
he wanted, the power he had over her. She got it, and she
loved it.
She wrapped her
lips around the end of his cock and felt him pulse and harden
further in her mouth. When she flicked her tongue over the slit,
his stomach muscles clenched pleasingly and he gasped, withdrawing
immediately form her mouth.
“I don’t want
to come,” he said, kissing down her body, paying particular
attention to each nipple in turn.
Teeth grazed a
sensitive bud and she inhaled sharply, twisting uselessly beneath
him. It was a bitter sweet, sharp pleasure that left her panting
for something more . He obliged by planting his mouth on her
pussy for the second time. She sighed deeply and bucked her hips,
the pleasure building again at breakneck speed.
Just when the
orgasm was about to rip through her body, he stopped. She stared
down at him through the valley of her breasts, panting and wild
eyed.
“Why did you
stop?” she managed to gasp.
“Because you
don’t get to come
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