Chapter 35 We're Not Having Sex
My brain short circuits. I stare up at him, blinking dumbly as the band of his trousers loosens, as he pushes them down just enough to show me the hardening bulge in his boxers.
When he pulls the blindfold down over my eyes, I still haven’t said a single thing.
I feel his lips trail over my jaw, up towards my ear, where he whispers...
“Double tap to stop.”
The sentence ends with the ear plugs being gently pushed into my ears, making the sound of my blood pumping through my veins instantly louder.
I feel a breeze, a tell-tale sign that he has moved back, away from me, and I test the rope. The reign he’s given me is similar to the times in the Red Room. He always gives me enough length that my hands can reach some part of him, to double tap him as my signal to stop, in lieu of a safe-word. A system I’d quickly put in place after he realised how enjoyable it is to take away all of my senses, and cover my mouth at the same time.
But this is the first time he is doing it with other people in the room.
I try to pinpoint something over the next few seconds. Something that would give away his position, his intention, anything that is happening. A vibration through the floorboard, the bump of his leg. But nothing happens.
Not for a full minute.
The suspense has become so overwhelming at that point, that when I feel his hand graze the top of my head, I flinch. As he moves down to grab my jaw, however, it makes my body shiver. The need for him comes crashing through me again, and I shift as best I can with where he is guiding me.
I feel his knees brush past my shoulders, settling on either side of me. Leaning forward, there is a pinch around my wrists, reminding me that I can’t move very far. Feeling along the floor with my fingers, I have a little wave of relief when I feel material, then muscle when I press further. His leg for me to double tap if needed.
I don’t think I will need it.
His thumb moves over my bottom lip, and I instinctively part my mouth, a movement silently signalling my agreement.
The next thing I feel on my tongue is the tip of his cock.
As though a switch has flipped inside me, I wrap my lips around him, instantly sliding him further into my mouth, gently sucking as my tongue licks trails over him. His hand moves from my jaw to the top of my head, his fingers threading through my hair. As best as I can with my restricted range of movement, I move my head back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.
I have no sense of his reactions, other than the slight tension of his fingers in my hair, and the occasional pulse of his cock in my mouth. Still, I carry on, determined to make him cum in the middle of his meeting. A sick sort of punishment for my dripping core being untouched the entire time.
The determination spikes within me when I feel the floorboards resonate from underneath me. Someone is in the room.
I slow down, more mindful that while I can’t hear his responses, I also can’t hear my own noises, keeping up the hard suck as I pull back slowly, until my lips are circled around just the tip of him. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I want to smile, knowing he is telling me to speed up again, but I take my mouth off him completely, instead running just my tongue over him, all the way down, back up, over the tip that is dripping with pre-cum, sucking ever so gently, my stomach flipping in satisfaction when I feel him pulse against me.
His hand leaves my hair. After a few more seconds of me teasing him as slowly as I can, I jump when vibrations shoot through me.
Vibrations that are coming from the toy I’d completely forgotten is inside me.
Hard, low vibrations, rolling through my entire body, making me pull my mouth off him completely so that I can breathe through the feeling. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, hoping I’ve been successful, so that the noises can’t be heard from above the desk. Then he ups the level.
The vibrations are getting more intense, every few seconds going up another level, both inside me and on my clit, getting me to the point that I am struggling to keep myself quiet, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, having to shift my ankles to keep the toy from slipping out, and inadvertently pushing it further into me and making me throb around it.
His hand returns to my hair in a harsh grip, tugging me forward, until I feel him at my lips again. Opening my mouth, he all but shoves his cock inside, and I feel my stomach clench as I try to keep quiet while trying to suck, lick and stroke him to his climax.
The climax that I am about to have, and refuse to have alone.
Feeling his cock throb on my tongue, I rock my hips slightly, heightening the sensations whizzing through me from the toy, and go as fast as I can until he grips my hair so tightly that my scalp prickles. I suck harder, my tongue following my movements, and a few seconds later, I feel him pulse, then his cum spills into my mouth, and I swallow every drop.
I spend some time gently licking him all over, my body still jolting as the toy continues vibrating inside me, edging me closer. His fingers loosen and altogether disappear from my hair, until he pulls his cock from my mouth, and I feel a breeze of air over my face.
The first sense to come back is my hearing, as he pulls the ear plugs out.
“Still with me, Doll?” He asks in his deliciously smooth voice, sliding the blindfold up and off my head. Blinking as my eyes adjust to the light in the room, I refocus to see him kneeling in front of me, and I surge forwards, smashing my mouth against his.
I don’t give a shit about the ropes digging into my wrists, even though I start trying to twist my arms out of the knots. He is in no rush either; he cradles my face, returning my kiss deeply, letting my loud moans bleed through into the air.
He leaves one hand on my cheek, the other disappearing, sliding down my sweat covered body until he reaches between my legs, pushing his palm against the toy and making me groan loudly, and shudder in response.
“Ohh,” He says, smiling as he watches me breathing deeply, tensing and relaxing as he moves his hand against me. “Did you not get all the way there sweetheart?” He asks, in a sickly patronising voice that makes me angry.
“Does it fucking look like it?!” I spit.
It makes him grab my jaw harshly.
“Do you have permission to speak to me like that?” He growls, pushing hard against the toy sending the vibrations deep into my core and making my eyes roll back. “Now answer the question. Nicely.”
I lick my lips, trying to catch my breath.
“No, Sir. I didn’t.” I say, my teeth clenched together, blinking as I try to focus on him between the overwhelming waves of heat flooding through me.
His hands leave me. He unties the ropes. I rush forward, my arms flung around his neck, kissing him as hard as I can, pushing him backwards and making him put his hand behind him on the floor to stay upright.
I scramble for his shirt buttons, trying to rip them apart, to touch his bare skin, needing the contact to tip me over the edge. And he lets me.
For a little while.
When my hands reach down his stomach, edging closer to his cock, he grabs both my wrists and pulls my hands off of him.
“What... David...” I pant, ignoring the stern look on his face and trying to move my hands back to him. “Fuck. Please, David please...” I whine when he holds me in place.
“We’re not having sex.” He states. I freeze.
Then I want to punch him.