Eraser by Megan Keith Page A

you… scar you… break you…”  The words filled her head, increased her pleasure, and still he teased.  He was a planner, his playlist obviously orchestrated to perfection and she wondered just how many women he had had in this exact position, to this same music.
    He continued to work his magic, h is lips to her mound and his hands roaming her body.  He squeezed her thighs, pinched her nipples, ran his fingernails down her torso… everything he could to increase the intensity of what he was doing with his mouth and tongue but not allowing her to fall over that edge that she desperately needed.
    “Please sir,” she eventually begged.  She recoiled, waiting for his hand to strike but instead he moved from between her legs , leaving her bereft.
    “ Eraser” began playing for the second time as she waited for him to touch her.  Suddenly she felt pressure on her thighs, his hands spread her legs wide open and then he pushed something inside her.  She knew it was a vibrator a second later when he switched it on.  It was big and strong and a moment later his finger slipped down the crack of her ass placing just the right amount of pressure for her to lose it.  The orgasm tore through her and she felt as though she almost left her body, her mind somewhere floating above her.  Her senses were overwhelmed by the intensity, her body convulsing in divine pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before.
    Once again he removed all contact, taking the vibrator with him as she thrashed about in ecstasy on the bed.   But he didn’t leave her long this time.  His hand was at her throat and his mouth to her ear.
    “I’m going to remove the handcuffs now, but you must promise to do as you’re told.”
    “Yes sir.”
    He reached above her and she felt the cuffs loosen.  She flexed her hands that had gone slightly numb but didn’t move them from above her head.  She awaited his instruction.
    “On your hands and knees,” he commanded in her ear.  “I’m going to fuck you from behind.”
    Her body felt weak with need as she got into position on the bed, her ass in the air as she rested on her wobbly outstretched arms.  She felt him get into position behind her, the bed dipping at her knees.  The thrill of the blindfold was wearing off, she wanted nothing more than to be able to see him in his naked glory.  He grabbed hold of her hips and slid into her body wonderfully slow, pulling pleasure from her with every miniscule movement.  He stopped once he had filled her to the hilt, remaining still for her to adjust to his size.  Then his fingers dug into her sides as he pulled out and then slid right back in again with an almighty thrust.  It was so hard and fast that her hands slipped, her elbows bent and she almost fell.
    “Hold on,” he warned , pulling out once more before again forcing his way back inside her.
    The strength of his movement caus ed her to gasp.  And then he really fucked her.  He fucked her in a way that she had never been fucked before, it was primal, animalistic.  Hard and fast.  The angle causing her to again near the edge of climax.  She breathed rapidly, moaning with pleasure.
    “You like that?”
    “Yes…. Yes, sir.”
    “Harder?”
    “Yes sir.”
    “Say it,” he demanded .
    “Harder!” she gasped, then louder, “H ARDER!”  And even though she didn’t think it were possible his hips started moving faster.  He jutted into her harder, deeper; deeper than anyone before him.  His hands roamed her body, squeezed her breasts, tugged on her nipples as he continued to thrust into her, purposely in time to the music.  His hands reached up to the blindfold and he yanked it free from her head.  She blinked rapidly at the sudden burst of light.  His hands came up to her neck as he continued to pound into her from behind.  The strength of his large hands around her throat made her feel even more desired.  His finger dipped into her mouth and she automatically began to suck