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7.
I couldn't believe I had just asked him for it. I've never felt like this before. When his mouth left my pussy it almost hurt but I was glad too, because I wanted his cock pounding into me. When he stood up, I moved toward the bed but he stopped me. I was impatient. Didn't he know what he'd done to me?
"Wait." he said and turned me back to the mirror.
From his pocket he took a gold necklace. He reached around me and held it up. It was beautiful.
"I want you to wear this. Will you accept it."
"It's too expensive." I protested.
"Will you wear it?"
"Yes." I agreed.
Anything to get him to take me to bed. I held my hair and he fastened it around my neck. I saw that a small ring hung from it like a pendant.
"It's gorgeous, Alan, but it looks kind of like a collar."
"That's because it is."
"Oh." I said, blankly.
"Do you want to fuck now, Miara?"
"Yes."
I was unable to keep my urgency out of the word. At last, I thought …but then he was holding a black scarf in front of me.
"I want to blindfold you, Miara. It will heighten your sensations."
My sensations were driving me wild already. I was uncertain about this idea but I trusted him. When I nodded, he bound it tightly around my head and every thing went completely black. Then I was pulled forward, not by the hand but by the choker he had given me. It felt strange and a bit scary.
I felt myself being turned and then the edge of the bed pressed the back of my legs. I let him lower me onto my back. I spread my legs to invite him. My pussy felt empty and anxious and I needed him to fill me. I felt something soft being fastened around my right wrist and then my arm was pulled above my head and I couldn't pull it back. I realized then that I was being tied to the bed.
"Alan? I want you. Why are you doing this?" I asked nervously.
"I know you want me, Miara. Just be patient and trust me."
I remained quiet as my other hand and both my ankles were secured. I had opened my legs for him but being tied like this made me feel not just open…but exposed and helpless. Strangely enough it also made me feel beautiful and desirable. I had already been excited but now I could feel my pussy actually leaking.
I could hear Alan undressing and my anticipation was beginning to drive me crazy. I was ready to beg him to fuck me if it would hurry him to me.
I finally felt the bed take his weight and then his lips closed on my mine. I forced them open with my tongue and moaned into his mouth. He kissed me back hard and I felt the breath being sucked from my lungs. By the time he lifted his head I was gasping. Next, I felt him at my nipples. He was biting one but the pressure increased so gradually that I loved it. I was at the point where I couldn't stand any more though. I started begging.
"Please! Please, Alan, please fuck me, Alan. Please just fuck me, Alan."
Thank God, I felt the tip of his cock in me at last. The bastard was still teasing me with it though. Shallow, short, slow strokes along the roof of my vagina.
"Hard! Please, Alan, hard." I moaned.
He pushed it all the way in for me …but slow…and then back out. He was alternately giving me friction along the top of my pussy and nudging up against my clit. If only my hands were free! I could grab his ass and pull him into me. My hips were churning up at him and I began milking his cock with the muscles in my cunt. I would make the bastard fuck me hard in spite of himself. For some ludicrous reason I felt like saying, 'Look, Ma, no hands'. Anything might have gone through my head at this point. Finally it began to work and I had him thrusting faster and ramming my pubic bone. He grabbed my breasts and I could hear him grunting with effort. I felt myself begin to tighten and squeeze the hot spot in me that was demanding to get out. When it finally burst loose I could only hope he was with me because I was oblivious to everything. The heat spread through me and I came so hard I thought I was pissing. My poor toes clenched till I feared they might crack.
The blindfold made it easy to float off into blackness but I think I would have anyway because I was certain that orgasm had rolled my eyes up into my head.
(To be continued.)
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