Taken by You (Taken by You Book One) by M.L. Young

right he grabbed a long black piece of fabric. His cock swayed back and forth as he walked before he wrapped the fabric around my eyes and tied it behind my head. I couldn’t see, couldn’t use my hands, and was totally at his mercy.
    He pressed his fingers against my shoulders and I lowered backwards until my back pressed against the cotton comforter. I felt his hands push my thighs back as my feet came up onto the bed and rested there.
    As I waited for what was to come next, I couldn’t help but wonder how I got myself here. I wasn’t regretful that I did, not in the slightest, but earlier today I was nervously sitting in a glass interview room for a much-needed internship and now I was about to have a sexy, powerful man use me for his pleasure, and I couldn’t say I was disappointed.
    Without warning I felt his tongue, the same tongue that was moments ago wrestling with mine, now tickling my clit as I gasped for air and felt my back arch. I had only been eaten out once before, and it was nothing like this.
    His tongue swirled clockwise against the hood of my clit as I pulled on the handcuffs to try to grasp the sheets in my hands. Restrained, I couldn’t, and it made me feel even crazier.
    His finger, a thicker one, started to push inside me as I bit my lower lip and almost wanted to beg him to stop. I couldn’t handle this much pleasure—this much ecstasy. It was almost as if I was being taken to a place I didn’t know and had never been to before. It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time.
    As I lay there bound and blind I heard something start buzzing down by Blake. It wasn’t especially loud, but it almost sounded like an electric razor or clippers. Before I could ask about the noise, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
    It was a vibrator.
    Blake placed it against my clit, and the vibrations echoed through my body and made me arch my back and gasp for air as I was taken to a land of lust and ecstasy that I had never experienced before.
    “ Fuck,” I muttered.
    “ Do you like that?” he asked.
    “ Yes,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.
    “ Tell me you fucking love it,” he said.
    “ I fucking love it,” I moaned.
    With his finger still deep inside me, he started to swirl the vibrator counterclockwise, and I felt the vibrations run through me like they were a part of me. I now knew why I heard this noise from Nicolette’s room every now and again and why she used one. This felt amazing .
    Blake turned something on the vibrator and it increased in strength as he applied just a little bit more pressure. I could feel my pussy pulsing as I tried to break apart the handcuffs and grip onto the sheets so tightly I would rip holes in them. Instead I grabbed onto my tits, my nipples, and twisted them gently as I bit my bottom lip. My back was arched so high a passerby might think I was being exorcised, and as Blake inserted another finger inside me, I could feel myself about to cum.
    “ I’m going to cum,” I moaned.
    “ Yeah? Are you going to cum for me, Penelope?” he asked.
    “ Yes ,” I moaned.
    Blake didn’t stop, but neither did he increase his speed. He just kept going at the pace and rhythm that had gotten me here in the first place. My abs started to tense as I kept gasping for air. I tried to look down at him, to see him between my legs, but everything was black. My senses were cut off. All I could do was feel him there.
    “ Yes,” I moaned, as I felt a tingling rush course up and down my body.
    “ Cum for me,” he said, in a deeper voice.
    “ Fuck!” I screamed, before I couldn’t breathe and could only feel the sweet satisfaction of a pent-up orgasm that needed to be unleashed.
    I gasped, getting more air into my lungs, and my abs kept tensing as he kept the vibrator flush against my clit. I could feel it was swollen from excitement before the orgasm wore off and I was worn out.
    Blake removed the vibrator from me, turning it off, and I felt a cold puddle on the sheets