gorgeous nipples, hard and hungry between my fingers. The innocence of your face creasing with impure pleasure from the pain. You like this, the way it feels?” He twisted again at her nipples, so roughly her areoles felt stretched out completely from their base.
Rebecca couldn’t lie. “Yessss,” came out in a long, teeth-grinding hiss.
She could almost hear his smile as he said, “So rare. So exotic and precious. You are utterly unique, Rebecca. I think Tristan and I knew this from the very first moment you turned around and we saw you.”
“We certainly did,” Tristan agreed, voice slightly hoarse and she could almost actually sense his gaze, hungry and intense.
Alec’s fingers now eased their torment, smoothing over her nipples in delicious, delicate and dangerous circles. Caressing and soothing; relishing. And so began a checkered dance of pain and pleasure, good and bad, soft and hard. Nice and wicked.
Alec’s mouth took the place of his fingers on her nipples, and for some moments it was a burning bliss. Hot, hungry nursing, tongue lapping sensuously. Then teeth biting, nipping with a savage enticement. Rebecca’s loud moans stretched out in the silence of the room, her limbs straining against her bonds.
She cried out his name, begged and pleaded. But never used the safe word “Ginger”. She wasn’t ready to be safe just yet. She wanted more of this sultry, velvet, dark decadence of Alec’s dominance of her body and mind. She felt wet, hot, cold, on fire - all at once.
Her nerve endings never felt more alive and electric. In the shadows of her vision, pleasure-pain popped in vivid colors.
Despite their punishment her nipples hardened increasingly. In those moments both beaded nubs became the nucleus of sensation, sending a comet of heat traveling down to the hungry wetness between her parted thighs.
Alec lifted his mouth from her breasts, every square inch now swollen and tender. Rebecca wished she could see him, watch his handsome face to know how pleased her body, her powerlessness made him. But then she felt glad, even comfortable in the knowledge that she could never be sure what next.
In the quiet that followed, she heard the distinct clink of metal telling her Alec was undoing his belt; her thoughts confirmed when she picked up the next sound of his zipper sliding down in the silence of the room.
Just like that, her arousal level ratcheted up in magnitude. Naked and bound and blindfolded, she’d been touched and fondled; primed to ignite.
Now Alec wanted more.
And Rebecca wanted what he wanted. Her tongue ran seductively over her upper lip. She hoped he saw that. He did.
“I know you’re hungry. So am I, beautiful. Hungry to feed you,” he said huskily. Rebecca heard him step closer and she felt the head of his cock, turgid and hot, brush across her cheek. She gasped, and the next second the mushroom tip pressed against her eager lips. Her lips immediately parted as Alec’s thickness pushed in without preamble.
There was no time to prepare herself, that deliciously rock-hard cock ramming to the back of her throat. Alec backed off slightly just as her gag reflex triggered, allowing a deep swallow of air before he pushed forward again.
The way he gripped her hair. The taste of him; the silky smooth flesh-on-steel. That lingering scent of soap and musk. Alec, holding himself deep and then pulling back until just the tip remained warm and wet within her aching lips. And then he began moving again, fucking her mouth with that powerful cock in a steady, even yet rough rhythm. She loved how it made her feel, one hand on her scalp steering her movements.
Above all was the intensity of his thrusts, the wet squelching sounds from her mouth that sent the saliva trickling down her chin…By this time Rebecca lost sense of how long Alec used her mouth, and even as her eyes watered beneath the blindfold she never imagined an end to the thrill, the wild escape.
Lost in her dark world, Rebecca
Rebecca couldn’t lie. “Yessss,” came out in a long, teeth-grinding hiss.
She could almost hear his smile as he said, “So rare. So exotic and precious. You are utterly unique, Rebecca. I think Tristan and I knew this from the very first moment you turned around and we saw you.”
“We certainly did,” Tristan agreed, voice slightly hoarse and she could almost actually sense his gaze, hungry and intense.
Alec’s fingers now eased their torment, smoothing over her nipples in delicious, delicate and dangerous circles. Caressing and soothing; relishing. And so began a checkered dance of pain and pleasure, good and bad, soft and hard. Nice and wicked.
Alec’s mouth took the place of his fingers on her nipples, and for some moments it was a burning bliss. Hot, hungry nursing, tongue lapping sensuously. Then teeth biting, nipping with a savage enticement. Rebecca’s loud moans stretched out in the silence of the room, her limbs straining against her bonds.
She cried out his name, begged and pleaded. But never used the safe word “Ginger”. She wasn’t ready to be safe just yet. She wanted more of this sultry, velvet, dark decadence of Alec’s dominance of her body and mind. She felt wet, hot, cold, on fire - all at once.
Her nerve endings never felt more alive and electric. In the shadows of her vision, pleasure-pain popped in vivid colors.
Despite their punishment her nipples hardened increasingly. In those moments both beaded nubs became the nucleus of sensation, sending a comet of heat traveling down to the hungry wetness between her parted thighs.
Alec lifted his mouth from her breasts, every square inch now swollen and tender. Rebecca wished she could see him, watch his handsome face to know how pleased her body, her powerlessness made him. But then she felt glad, even comfortable in the knowledge that she could never be sure what next.
In the quiet that followed, she heard the distinct clink of metal telling her Alec was undoing his belt; her thoughts confirmed when she picked up the next sound of his zipper sliding down in the silence of the room.
Just like that, her arousal level ratcheted up in magnitude. Naked and bound and blindfolded, she’d been touched and fondled; primed to ignite.
Now Alec wanted more.
And Rebecca wanted what he wanted. Her tongue ran seductively over her upper lip. She hoped he saw that. He did.
“I know you’re hungry. So am I, beautiful. Hungry to feed you,” he said huskily. Rebecca heard him step closer and she felt the head of his cock, turgid and hot, brush across her cheek. She gasped, and the next second the mushroom tip pressed against her eager lips. Her lips immediately parted as Alec’s thickness pushed in without preamble.
There was no time to prepare herself, that deliciously rock-hard cock ramming to the back of her throat. Alec backed off slightly just as her gag reflex triggered, allowing a deep swallow of air before he pushed forward again.
The way he gripped her hair. The taste of him; the silky smooth flesh-on-steel. That lingering scent of soap and musk. Alec, holding himself deep and then pulling back until just the tip remained warm and wet within her aching lips. And then he began moving again, fucking her mouth with that powerful cock in a steady, even yet rough rhythm. She loved how it made her feel, one hand on her scalp steering her movements.
Above all was the intensity of his thrusts, the wet squelching sounds from her mouth that sent the saliva trickling down her chin…By this time Rebecca lost sense of how long Alec used her mouth, and even as her eyes watered beneath the blindfold she never imagined an end to the thrill, the wild escape.
Lost in her dark world, Rebecca
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