I expect Macy to crawl onto the bed but instead, I hear her feet padding softly away. I lift my head... tilt it to the side, and yup... the receding echo tells me she's walking out of the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" I call out.
She doesn't answer, but then again, I didn't expect her to. She said she wanted me to concentrate on touch, which meant she was going to deny me as many other sensations as she could. She's taken my sight, and she's doing what she can to diminish my sense of hearing by withholding her sultry voice.
It's utterly quiet for a moment, and then I hear her moving around in my kitchen. I can hear drawers being pulled open, and then the swish of them closing again. The clang of metal... I think she's in my utensil drawer, and that starts a small kernel of apprehension to bud within my chest. A drawer closes and her footsteps come back into the room.
A noise comes from the dresser and I think she may have set her purse there, because I can hear the muted noise of keys jangling. I envision in my head that she's rooting around in there for something, and I have to wonder what in the hell she brought.
Not as much as I wonder what in the hell she took from my kitchen drawer, but I expect I'm about to find out soon enough.
Finally, the mattress dips and then Macy's familiar weight is back on me, now straddling my lower stomach. I can feel the heat emanating from her sex as she sits against me. She takes a moment and pushes the hem of my t-shirt up my chest. I can feel her hair as she must be bending over, and then she presses soft lips into the center of my sternum. It's a sweet move and marginally relaxes me.
She lifts up, leans to the side as pressure increases just above my right hip, and then she's centered again. She lays something cold on my stomach, and my muscles seize up. I have no clue what it is. A knife? Spatula? Egg beaters?
Before I can even think to voice my concern, the cold object is gone and Macy is pulling down hard on the collar of my t-shirt. The fabric stretches and she pulls it down so far, her knuckles graze right over the center of my chest where she just kissed me. She halts her movement. I tense, and then instantly relax as I hear the sound of fabric being sheared.
Scissors.
She got scissors out of my drawer, and now she's cutting my t-shirt from my collar down the middle.
I let out a breath of deep relief as I realize she's stripping me the only way she can since I'm effectively tied to the four corners of the bed.
Just as quickly, I hear the cutting noise stop. A slight shift and I know she's dumped the scissors because now both hands are free and she's pushing the material of my t-shirt up again. I can tell by the way she smoothes her hands along my skin at my ribs, making pushing motions against the material in the back, that she didn't cut all the way through, and I can't imagine why.
That is until she swiftly enlightens me on her intentions by leaning forward, bunching the remaining material, and pushing it up over my chin. I open my mouth to ask what she's doing because I only have the sense of touch to go by, and then she's tucking the banded t-shirt into my mouth.
Effectively gagging me.
I give a muffled groan and a slight buck of my hips to let her know of my annoyance, but truth be told... it's kind of hot.
I can almost see her in my imagination smiling down at me in sensuous promise.
I wait to see what she does next.
Chapter 6
Macy chuckles softly, I'm sure amused at her handiwork so far. I give another buck of my hips, playfully reminding her that I still have power left. She makes a tsking sound as she moves down my body, nudging my legs to spread apart.
I gladly comply because now we're getting to the good stuff. Now my cock is going to get some attention.
The mattress shifts, and then Macy is running the cold safety edge of the scissors against my lower abdomen. When she pulls on the elastic edging, I realize she's getting ready to cut my underwear off me.
Very close to my beloved cock and balls.
My body tenses, but I don't make a sound. I'm not about to give her the satisfaction of knowing that, at this moment, I'm singularly terrified she might make a slip and cut me. I know she wouldn't do it on purpose a la Lorena Bobbitt style, but still... no man wants scissors near his tender jewels.
Macy nudges my cock to the side, and then shields it effectively while she puts the scissors to work. She only gives a quick nip through the elastic, and I know this because I can hear the scissors hit the hardwood floor, then both of her hands are pulling hard on the material, and my briefs are ripping straight down the middle.
Cool air flutters over my balls, and my cock stretches and swells further. I can feel Macy pushing the underwear remnants to each side, but she makes no move to pull them all the way free from my legs.
She's utterly still for just a moment, but not a moment too long before her mouth is taking me in deep. I groan into my gag and my heels dig into the mattress, raising my hips off the bed.
Yes, yes, yes.
A blow job from Macy while I'm tied up is a sacrifice I can make if it's really needed.
Her movements are expertly fluid. She licks, sucks, and scrapes in all the right ways. One hand goes to rest on my stomach, the other flutters in between my legs so she can massage my balls. I spread my legs further to give her better access, and without even slowing her pace or lifting her head to see what she's doing, I can feel her fingers give my balls a tiny break while she pushes and maneuvers the remnants of my shredded briefs backward until they are bunched up under my lower back.
Now she has unimpeded access, and she goes to town on me. Mouth working hard, fingers gentle on the jewels. She lightly strokes the skin behind my balls, and moves closer to my ass. I know what she's going to do, and I tense and yearn for it at the same time. She taught me something new about myself when she first sucked my cock--that there were parts of my body I had absolutely no clue how they worked.
But now I know and even spread my legs a little further in silent invitation because I'm still gagged and only able to groan out my desires.
Macy immediately rewards me by pressing a soft fingertip to my tight hole, and I bite down hard on the cotton in my mouth. I want it, but I don't want it, and that only heightens my senses all the more to her touch.
But then her fingers are gone, and her mouth lifts off my cock. Cold air causes tingles to race up and down the slick skin she left behind. My balls throb for her touch again.
I can feel Macy rise up a bit on the bed. She shifts her weight, which I can now sense from the dipping of the mattress, then I hear the clear and unmistakable sound of a bottle of lube clicking open.
The sound seems to reverberate in the air, promising me something sinful and dirty.
I twist against my bonds. My ears strain to hear more. I strain to see past the thin film of hazy light underneath the tie that rests over the bridge of my nose. My cock strains upward for more of Macy's mouth.
A soft hand comes underneath my right thigh, urging me to raise my leg a bit. I place my foot flat on the mattress and lift my leg, but Macy directs it higher and spreads it out a little further. She turns her body... and... is that her shoulder now under my thigh? More maneuvering as the bed dips near my ass, and the next thing I know, my leg is resting across Macy's back and shoulder. At least I think that's what I'm feeling, and I'm picturing her on her hands and knees with her face very close to my aching dick because I can feel her breath wafting over my skin.
This position causes my leg to come completely off the bed, my knee pushing back toward my chest with Macy carrying all its weight. I consciously try to hold it up off her, but there's no doubt as to the effect she was going for with all of this positioning. She wants me spread wide open for her and the reason why has my cock leaking mightily.
A quick dip of her head and Macy does nothing more than give a hard suck to the tip of my shaft before letting it pop free. It's unexpected, slightly painful, and yet I'd kill to have her do it again.
I hear the lube squirting free and a nanosecond later, it's dribbling over my balls, running downward toward the crack of my ass.
She squeezes more lube... more silky streams running down in between my legs.
I expect her fingers to follow. I expect her mouth back on my cock. I expect I'm going to have a massive orgasm before too long.
What I don't expect though is an unfamiliar object being pressed against my ass. My butt cheeks reflexively try to squeeze tight, cutting off the foreign invader. The object stops right against my hole, but Macy doesn't put it away. She gently rests a hand on my stomach, keeping whatever that is down below pressed to my sensitive skin. Her fingers stroke my belly, silently telling me to be calm. To trust.
I try to relax, and maybe I do marginally, because her hand is gone from my abdomen and she starts to push the object at my back door slowly. God, if she's got a fucking nine-inch glass dildo she's trying to fuck me with, I'm going to kill her. I have no doubt in my mind I'll be able to tear these binds if she tries to push that in me.
But I still don't tighten back up, and I realize... even though I just imagined my worst nightmare when it comes to sex, there's no way Macy would do that to me. There's no way she'd try, knowing it was going to hurt... a lot.
I give over to the moment, completely relaxing my legs, and I can almost feel the air around me change as Macy realizes my submission is complete. The object is smooth, slightly cold, and as the tip breaches my hole, I realize it's not very thick. Maybe the size of my own index finger.
I'm guessing an anal dildo, possibly made of stainless steel, which... that's fine.
Actually... more than fine.