Chapter 112: Personal S*xual puppet (6)

“Take off your jacket and walk to the center of the room. Don’t make me ask you twice.” His voice was the only thing I could hear.

I let the jacket fall off my shoulders and took a few tentative steps until I was in the center of the room. I stood there and made no move to leave. I felt trapped like the jaws of a bear trap were digging into my leg.

“I have something for you and you’re going to wear it.” I felt his two hands on my neck. He shrouded me in darkness with a blindfold covering my eyes. “I want you. I’m going to have you. This way you will have all of your other senses to rely on.” I could feel the buttons on my blouse coming undone by his skillful fingers.

He abruptly trailed it down over my arms until it immobilized me. I was essentially a prisoner of his horny demands. I was breathing heavily.

He pulled down my bra to expose my nipples.

He roughly manhandled them and then bit the tips with enough force to leave the imprint of his teeth.

“You would think I would be worried that you were going to stand me up. I knew there was no way you could deny yourself this moment. This campaign of mind fucking you is something I am intimately acquainted with. There’s no reason for you to think that you’re doing something wrong when it feels right.”

He was pinching my nipples and releasing me to become his sex slave.

I felt his cock bridging the inner recesses of my thighs. He lifted one of my legs still

encased in the leather pants around his waist.

There was something sharp at my crotch, tearing through the fabric and exposing my naked mound.

I moaned when he penetrated with half of his cock seizing control of my libido. He had pulled my panties to the side.

“I know you have been thinking about this. Tell me in vivid and explicit detail what you want me to do. I want you to be a dirty girl and take your punishment like a good little bitch.” He wasn’t moving, completely still and waiting for me to express myself verbally with no restrictions.

“I fucking want to be used and abused. I need you to fuck me deeply and roughly. I want you to make it last for a little longer than I have previously experienced. I want to surrender to your desires and to drain your balls dry of every drop. Fuck my mouth and make me swallow every spurt buried deep in my throat.”

He was biting the inside of my thigh and it made me yelp like a scalded dog.

“I want to hear more. Give into your dirty fantasies. I’ve been subjected to the locker talk of your conquests. I knew deep down there was a woman begging for discipline.” I felt like I was some meek little mouse at his mercy.

There was none of my renegade spirit to get in the way. I was waving the white flag.

“Please... eat my pussy and make me scream your name. Damn it, I want you to put me in every position that you can think of. You are my master and I am your cock hungry whore. Let me taste you.” There was something cold and metal at the crotch of my panties.

One snip and the crotch was no more. He showed no restraint by giving me the length of his tongue.

One leg was over his shoulder and my two hands were holding onto his head for support. He flicked the heated tip of his oral instrument inside me.

His long index finger pierced the inner sanctum of my innocence. He gave this come hither motion several times until he received the desired reaction.

I came unglued with my entire body, a pleasurable extension of what he was currently consuming.

I screamed, but this time I did nothing to contain it. It resonated in the enclosed space.

My brain short-circuited and I convulsed into an epileptic fit of pleasure.

I pushed up against his mouth to get the maximum amount of penetration from his tongue.

I collapsed with the energy in my body siphoned to where I could barely register him carrying me to the bed.