Page 108 of S is for SEX
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
LIV
Bound to his bed and blindfolded, I tightened my jaw as the leather straps of the flogger came down against the tender flesh of my ass. I knew better than to make a sound.
I was so turned on that my nipples coming in contact with the comforter was enough to drive me insane. He gripped my hair tight in his hand, twisted my head to the side and pressed his muscular chest into my back.
“I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours,” he whispered into my ear.
Please do.
Please.
“Anything to please you, Sir.”
The faint sound of something whistling through the air caused my muscles to tense. Another swat on my ass – this time the unmistakable feeling of the crop.
My pussy throbbed so hard it ached.
I needed Luke inside of me. I needed to feel his thick cock filling me, stretching me, making me whole.
Again, the crop against the other side of my ass.
Silence.
He forced a finger inside of me. I opened my mouth and breathed into the comforter, pleased to have him grace me with penetration. He added another finger, pushed deep into me, and then slowly pulled them free.
“Open,” he said.
I stretched my mouth wide.
The sweet taste of my pussy against my tongue drove me into a frenzy. I readily sucked his fingers free of my wetness, hoping he would once again give me the satisfaction of having them deep within me.
“Do you want that cock?” he asked.
“Yes,” I begged.
His weight lifted from my back. A faint rustle from beside me caused me to tilt my head to the side in wonder.
The shrill whistle of the crop provided warning, but not soon enough for me to prepare. My muscles tensed from the sharp but erotic pain that filled me. I chewed against my lip and prepared for another swat.
His chest pressed into my back. His hand tugged against my hair. “Do you want that cock?” he whispered into my ear.
“Yes, Sir,” I barked.
“That’s better,” he breathed.
Having my eyesight deprived didn’t necessarily make the sex better, only different. I definitely wouldn’t want to be blind on a permanent basis, but being blindfolded on occasion was proving to be an exciting addition to our BDSM play.
Slowly, we were both becoming comfortable with our sexual selves. Together, we read, watched videos, and experimented. We always agreed on what we were going to do, and made clear what we wouldn’t allow. My safe word, almond butter, had yet to pass my lips.
I felt his weight lift from my back, only to be replaced by the feeling of his thighs against the backs of my legs.
Please.
Please fuck me
I wasn’t in a mental place where I felt I wanted his dick, or that I preferred him to fuck me over some other act.