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and I’m at the mercy of those talented, talented fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. “Nikolai, please…”
“Please, what, Allie?”
“Please, don’t stop…” My voice fractures as his fingers increase the pressure and the speed of their strumming on my clitoris. I mumble and whimper, and words pour out, an incoherent babble of mixed swearing and begging.
Then I reach that place I’ve been heading towards all night, that shining spot where time seems to stand still, and only pleasure remains. My muscles quiver, and my pussy clenches at his fingers, pumping in and out of my vagina. When did that happen? I wonder.
He doesn’t let me off. His fingers keep working, and his hand cups around my throat. In this moment, as my body dances to Nikolai’s tune, I feel very, very possessed by him, and I love it. My second orgasm follows fairly quickly on the heels of the first, and it is every bit as good as the first one.
His lips kiss me. “I want this to last all night, myshka ,” he growls. “I’ve been imagining this since the moment you knocked at the door of my townhouse. “But I’ve also watched your beautiful body wriggle in these bindings, and I’ve watched you moan my name when you climaxed. For the moment, I’m going to take you, hard and rough.” He undoes the blindfold, and he looks into my eyes. I can see him wait for my assent.
An assent that’s easily given. I want to feel the weight of Nikolai’s body against mine. I want our skins to touch, our breathing to mingle with each other. And I want his dick in me. “Yes please,” I tell him. “Hard and rough sounds really good right now.” Honestly, any variant of ‘I want to fuck you, Allie’ will work, but I’m going to keep some mystery about me.
My ties are undone. I look at him curiously. I thought he’d just mount me on the table, but he winks at me. “Let’s give you a tour of the dungeon instead,” he says cheerfully. “And though my balls are blue and aching, you should be exposed to some variety.”
It isn’t a tour. It is a sex swing. “You are a pervert,” I giggle when I see it.
“That doesn’t sound like much of a protest,” he notes.
“Are you kidding me? I want to try it.” Okay, so much for that sense of mystery. My voice is gleeful, and I’m practically bouncing on the balls of my feet. Evidently, I like toys.
I’m carefully placed in the swing. My body faces the floor, and the chain connecting the nipple clamp moves back and forth as he works. Each gentle sway tugs at my nipples, sending a shaft of pure pleasure running through me. My ankles are tied to my thighs, so my legs are practically bent double. My hands are immobilized as well, tied at my sides. The way I’m immobilized, I can’t close my legs at all. I can’t steady myself. I am entirely in his control.
“Hard and rough.” His voice is a growl of need.
“Do it.”
I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper tear. Then, without ceremony, he shoves into my dripping pussy.
There are no words that can adequately describe what I feel at that moment. I could draw analogies to a parched traveller in the desert who stumbles on water but even that doesn’t describe the gaping need in me that his cock has filled. I feel complete.
And then, as he starts pounding into me, hard and rough, just like he’s promised, I can’t think any more. I can just hold on for the ride, my hands curling into fists at my side.
This time, the noises I make are not sweet moans. They are the growls of a wild cat. I hear the slap of his body against mine, and I register Nikolai’s grunts of pleasure, and it fills me with warmth.
The rhythm changes; the melody remains the same. His thrusts gentle, then quicken. Sometimes, they rake my insides with hot fire, other times, with sweet warmth. But I want it all; I’m ready for everything he can throw at me. More than that, I welcome it.
“I want you to come again, myshka ,” he says to me. He doesn’t wait
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. “Nikolai, please…”
“Please, what, Allie?”
“Please, don’t stop…” My voice fractures as his fingers increase the pressure and the speed of their strumming on my clitoris. I mumble and whimper, and words pour out, an incoherent babble of mixed swearing and begging.
Then I reach that place I’ve been heading towards all night, that shining spot where time seems to stand still, and only pleasure remains. My muscles quiver, and my pussy clenches at his fingers, pumping in and out of my vagina. When did that happen? I wonder.
He doesn’t let me off. His fingers keep working, and his hand cups around my throat. In this moment, as my body dances to Nikolai’s tune, I feel very, very possessed by him, and I love it. My second orgasm follows fairly quickly on the heels of the first, and it is every bit as good as the first one.
His lips kiss me. “I want this to last all night, myshka ,” he growls. “I’ve been imagining this since the moment you knocked at the door of my townhouse. “But I’ve also watched your beautiful body wriggle in these bindings, and I’ve watched you moan my name when you climaxed. For the moment, I’m going to take you, hard and rough.” He undoes the blindfold, and he looks into my eyes. I can see him wait for my assent.
An assent that’s easily given. I want to feel the weight of Nikolai’s body against mine. I want our skins to touch, our breathing to mingle with each other. And I want his dick in me. “Yes please,” I tell him. “Hard and rough sounds really good right now.” Honestly, any variant of ‘I want to fuck you, Allie’ will work, but I’m going to keep some mystery about me.
My ties are undone. I look at him curiously. I thought he’d just mount me on the table, but he winks at me. “Let’s give you a tour of the dungeon instead,” he says cheerfully. “And though my balls are blue and aching, you should be exposed to some variety.”
It isn’t a tour. It is a sex swing. “You are a pervert,” I giggle when I see it.
“That doesn’t sound like much of a protest,” he notes.
“Are you kidding me? I want to try it.” Okay, so much for that sense of mystery. My voice is gleeful, and I’m practically bouncing on the balls of my feet. Evidently, I like toys.
I’m carefully placed in the swing. My body faces the floor, and the chain connecting the nipple clamp moves back and forth as he works. Each gentle sway tugs at my nipples, sending a shaft of pure pleasure running through me. My ankles are tied to my thighs, so my legs are practically bent double. My hands are immobilized as well, tied at my sides. The way I’m immobilized, I can’t close my legs at all. I can’t steady myself. I am entirely in his control.
“Hard and rough.” His voice is a growl of need.
“Do it.”
I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper tear. Then, without ceremony, he shoves into my dripping pussy.
There are no words that can adequately describe what I feel at that moment. I could draw analogies to a parched traveller in the desert who stumbles on water but even that doesn’t describe the gaping need in me that his cock has filled. I feel complete.
And then, as he starts pounding into me, hard and rough, just like he’s promised, I can’t think any more. I can just hold on for the ride, my hands curling into fists at my side.
This time, the noises I make are not sweet moans. They are the growls of a wild cat. I hear the slap of his body against mine, and I register Nikolai’s grunts of pleasure, and it fills me with warmth.
The rhythm changes; the melody remains the same. His thrusts gentle, then quicken. Sometimes, they rake my insides with hot fire, other times, with sweet warmth. But I want it all; I’m ready for everything he can throw at me. More than that, I welcome it.
“I want you to come again, myshka ,” he says to me. He doesn’t wait
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