He pulled against the cuffs, feeling the cold metal biting into his wrists.
The times they had played this way before, they had used soft scarves and he could easily slip out of them if he wanted to. The blindfold wasn’t new either, but the addition of proper handcuffs and earplugs made this all a bit more serious, He trusts her, and knows that she is watching for signs that they are pushing it too far, so he’s more than up for the game.
The only sense he has this time is touch, and she is making sure he feels plenty. He cannot guess when the next brief contact is coming, or where it’s coming from. When they had started he could tell by feeling what way the bed was dipping, but she’s wily, and the first time he’d turned his head towards the movement, she had started mixing things up.
So he’s more than happy just to anticipate the next stimulating surprise.
He loves the soft ghostly touches. When all he can feel is her hair or her breath on his skin, prickling the hairs on his belly. When he feels the tip of her tongue running up the length of his dick, he bucks up into it. Then instantly she is gone back to light trails.
He also loves the firmer touches, and he thinks he is going to go crazy when he feels her teeth drag over his nipple. He thinks he screams when her warm wet mouth closes on his dick, and she sucks hard, He can’t hear, so he has no idea if he’s actually shouting out or if it’s all just the thoughts in his head.
He is so fucking ready, and when he feels the muscles of her throat pressing against the head of his dick as she swallows, it is his undoing.
And then he’s feeling all warm and relaxed and he’s waiting to see if she is going set him free. But the blindfold isn’t removed. The cuffs remain locked.
Instead, he feels the soft touches return, and he knows they won’t stop just because it will take time for him to be able again. It’s gonna tease and build and intensify until he is fucking ready, and even then it might start all over again.
14/11/17
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